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Post by Elena Strike on Mar 19, 2020 13:03:24 GMT -4
- To going against the grain, going insane, going mad -
Elena had too many hero friends for a vigilante. Sure, most of them were unaware that she was, in fact, a vigilante, and the one who did had zero room to talk, but the more she hung around them the more she risked being outed. So why keep sticking to Mikhail? Why agree to spend time with him so much? Why say yes when he asked if she wanted to meet his partner-in-anti-crime, the number two hero, Yellow Jacket? Because she was still a sap for the big snake that's why. And because there was just too much awe and excitement in meeting these literal heroes for her to say no to it.That said her friendship with these heroes put her in a weird place. A place where she was technically on good terms with them, but she was also enough of a star-struck girl that she'd do pretty much anything for them. After all the better she looked to them the more likely they would vouch for her once she tried to go for a hero spot of her own! But that wasn't going to happen for a while. Anyway, the point was she'd gotten a text from none other than Yellow Jacket--well, from "Tsutsuji Hachi" as she was saved on her phone, but Elena kept calling her that and she didn't seem to mind too much--asking her for a favor. Elena had said yes before she even got the details.So here she was in front of the car she'd gotten with her own money and her less-than-totally-legal papers, waiting outside the gates of none other than U.A Academy. It wasn't the first time she'd been here. It wasn't even the first time she'd picked up a student from it. Her "niece" had been a student here for a few months before she dropped out--or had she gotten expelled? The answers were unclear still--and in that time she'd been one of the ones to pick up and drop off the little nugget at her dad's house when he was busy with work. This time she was picking up a different student though. Hachi had been vague about their gender and she wasn't sure what they'd look like but they'd been given her number, and knew to meet her at the gate. She was, thankfully, really hard to miss. With her white hair in a stylishly messy 'fro on her head and her lips painted with her recently bought (and hilariously named) "midnight wasabi" lipstick, to her bright, sparkly green eye-shadow, to the outfit she was wearing atop thick heels that bumped her already impressive height another four inches...she stood out standing in front of U.A. She'd dressed subtler when she was picking up and dropping off Yui, but she was headed home from work; after wearing that chef's uniform for seven hours and having her hair in a net she liked to look fantastic. Whoever this kid was would just have to deal with it. It would be fine! ¿Me veo como el tipo de mujer con la que un héroe sería amigo? No es como si pudiera cambiar. Mi ropa de trabajo está sucia. Al menos me veo genial.Elena looked down at her phone while leaning against the door of her car, looking for any messages hinting that the kid was on their way, and hummed as she waited. |
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Post by Saito Yamada on Apr 3, 2020 18:50:30 GMT -4
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Goddamnit! Saito slipped back out of his dorm room. He’d successfully escaped the clutches of his girlfriend with his rucksack and face mask in tow and was springing down the stairs. Hye-rin was still sick and, even though they both might’ve wanted to stay in and cuddle all day, Saito had shit to do and was already gonna be late. He was to meet one of Bee-sensei’s friends, a lady called Strike, Elena? Weird name, foreign, probably. It was a hassle for all involved but really Saito’s options were limited. He had business to attend to in Tokyo proper, but with the flu going around he couldn’t risk going by train or bus and getting sick. He bounded down the final flight of stairs, bursting through the doors into the foyer of the dorm, keeping his hurried pace as he passed by a couple students. He didn’t know much about this woman besides her name and number, but Bee-sensei assured him she was hard to miss. He found out why when he finally made it to the front of the campus and saw a… car! Hooray! But more importantly, he saw the woman leaning against it. Saito slowed his steps for a moment, glancing suspiciously in her direction as his eyes scanned her from afar. Tall, dark-skinned, white hair, bright as fuck clothes? Why did that remind him of someone…? Well, whatever![break][break]
Saito jogged in her direction, waving and calling. “Yo! Strike-san, right?” His eyes smiled, the facemask now tightly secured over his mouth and muffling his textured voice. The red hoodie and rough jeans betrayed the student look, but he certainly didn’t have the timidness of a Japanese schoolboy approaching an attractive woman for a ride in her car.[break] “I’m Yamada Saito - Just call me Saito. Thanks a bunch for helpin’ me out, I’m sorry for the trouble!” God. If anyone that didn’t know either of the two, they’d swear they were siblings from how alike they looked. “I come bearing gifts” he stated dramatically, twisting off and reaching into his backpack to pull out a bag of coffee. Some pretty strong stuff too. “Bee-sensei wasn’t, uh, very specific when it came to deets about you- So I had no idea what to bring- So- I hope you like coffee!” Wow, he sounded like kind of an idiot huh? 0 brain cells.
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Post by Elena Strike on Apr 8, 2020 13:51:08 GMT -4
- To going against the grain, going insane, going mad -
The sound of oncoming feet got Elena to glance up from her phone. Since whoever it was knew her name she had to assume this was the kid she was chauffeuring--and given what she’d been told about them being susceptible to diseases the facemask wasn’t a surprise. What was a small shock was their appearance. His appearance? Whatever. Point was that he looked just like her: white hair, dark skin, bright blue eyes--although only one of hers matched them and it was the one she kept hidden for the most part; she could have sworn he was her little brother or son or something like that. Of course there were zero ways he could be either of those things, but it was still a little jarring seeing a spitting image of you as a teenage boy running up to your car.
Elena slid her phone into her coat pocket and smiled, white teeth standing out against matte green lipstick. “That’s me. Hey there.” He even talked like she did--loose, casual, friendly. Weird. She accepted the bag he was offering her and looked it over, whistling softly. “No está mal. Not bad! Come on, what sort of self-respecting twenty-something doesn’t like coffee? Or isn’t dependent enough on it to pretend they like it.” She opened the unlocked door to the passenger-side back seat of the car and set the bag atop her nicely folded (but still stained with food stuff) chef’s uniform. She shut it again and returned her attention to the mini-her.
And processed what he’d called his hero teacher.
“Bee-sensei? Pffshah. What do you call Mikky then? Snake-sensei?” Whoops, she’d called him Mikky. Oh well. He wouldn’t mind, would he? She snickered and started walking around the car to get to the driver’s side door, pulling her keys out from the opposite pocket of her coat that she’d put her phone into. “You can sit right behind me or shotgun, whichever you’d prefer. Though the driver always picks the music, so even if you are shotgun, no touching the sound system, entendido?”
Sitting down in the driver’s side she had to adjust her long coat and high hair to not be mussed up by the chair or ceiling of the car, and made sure her mirrors were all in the right place as Saito filed into his seat of choice. She’d rather he be shotgun since it was just easier to talk to somebody in the seat next to you rather than behind you, and if he was going to be in her car for the next hour she sure as hell wasn’t going to be sitting here in dead awkward silence. Yuck. Elena pressed the button where the jack for a key would be on an older model car, and, sensing that the keys were, in fact, in the car, the car’s engine came to life with a satisfying rumble. The Bluetooth on the speakers buzzed while it waited for her to turn on some kind of music, but she turned it off for now. Once they hit the highway she’d turn it on.
“So, Sai-chan,” Elena turned his name into a nickname instantly, as she did with everyone ever, “Obligatory opening questions: are you in Tsutsuji-sensei’s class? That'd puts you in support studies, right? Are you one of the techies that keeps blowing shit up, or one of the kids with a healing Quirk?” She grinned sideways at him, visible from wherever he was seated in the car. |
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Post by Saito Yamada on May 4, 2020 14:40:15 GMT -4
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Oh good! She did like coffee! That was a weight off his shoulders. Though she spoke some foreign language - he couldn’t tell which in the rush of the conversation - he beamed behind his white mask. He caught a glimpse of some kind of uniform in the backseat and kinda hoped he didn’t interrupt this lady’s workday… Or maybe he gave her an excuse to dip? Her reaction to his little nickname for Tsutsuji Hachi, which she’d long given up trying to correct, made him chuckle.[break]
“Sure I do! He’s a snake mutant right? It’s only convenient!” Simple, single-word nicknames did wonders for memory, he found. Mikhail had been less professional than Bee-sensei from the get-go and if he had gripes with the name, they weren’t brought up in any serious capacity. The taller woman walked with a casual grace to the driver’s side of the neat little car, prompting him to stand opposite and look around. Nice day. He opened the passenger side door and slid in; of course he’d take shotgun! It’d be awkward to chat from behind for a straight hour. The car roared to life, anxious to move and prompting him to tap a fancy button and open the window beside him just enough that the wind could blow through without getting obnoxious.[break][break]
Sai-chan? He chuckled at the sound of that, though felt at a disadvantage - he wasn’t sure what to call this lady just yet. She started to question him as they drove, a little bush-rattle of taster inquiries; icebreakers, it was only polite to answer in sequence. “Yup, third year with Bee-sensei and the other nerds in support now.” His quirk would come up, naturally. Saito responded to her grin with one of his own, his eyes glowing with that friendly energy his mask hid away. “Nah, nothin’ so helpful as healin’ and I ain’t smart enough to do explosive stuff. I’m the odd one out that kinda-” He scratched his neck, awkwardly. “Well, I don’t really use my quirk at all. Controlled bursts, sure; I can do some heavy lifting. But fighting ain’t for lil ol’ me, so I’m with the support guys and gals with a focus on rescue work. I got good instincts. And I’m pretty good with maps and not getting lost. So they’re thinking of getting me working on like- mountain rescue… Deserts… Ya know, stuff like that, where getting lost is the killer, not a massive building fire or armed criminals.” It was his element. Away from conflict - from things that might get him in trouble with his quirk’s nature. Without mentioning it, he noticed Elena had driven a street too far to take the fastest route to the highway. They were still on their way and the couple minutes of difference would, conversely, make none at all to him.[break][break]
Which brought him to think about his business in Tokyo. The sad state of affairs that was dragging him away in a hurry. Saito caught himself gazing out at the road and shook away the haze. “What about you, Strike-san?” Now it was his turn. “Whaddya do for a livin’ to know Bee-sensei? Like I said, she didn’t tell me much at all ‘bout ya. - Just your name. And you know Snake-sensei too? Person like you’s gotta get around right? Do ya work for one of those Hero Agencies I’m startin’ to hear murmurs about?” He wasn’t trying to pry. She was a curious person, sat beside him, driving, looking so similar and feeling the same way - despite being an absolute stranger. As he asked, he started delving into his heavy-set backpack filled with, if Elena looked, things you’d find on a runaway. Toothpaste sat on top of a plastic bag of clothes and the giveaway green colour of a first-aid kit were the obvious things. “And Elena Strike? Ya from somewhere else? Somewhere the white and black combo is more common?” He smirked, gesturing to both of their skin and both of their hair. Saito’s skin was of a much lighter shade and his hair was notably darker than true white - more silver or grey - but the similarities were there. [break]Oh. They just hit the highway. Sweet.
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Post by Elena Strike on May 7, 2020 8:05:22 GMT -4
- To going against the grain, going insane, going mad -
Oh good, the kid had common sense enough to sit next to her. That would make this drive that much more tolerable! Elena glanced sideways at him as she started pulling out of park, then put her eyes on the road as she turned out onto it and took off--at the speed limit, of course, because this was a school zone!--towards the highway.
"I guess, but what about something cuter, like Serpy or Mikky? Though you guys are his students so you probably can't be that familiar with him, even if he's, what, three years older than some of you? Tops? That's got to be a weird feeling." She snickered softly at the thought of any of her friends from school becoming her teacher. That'd be so weird. It was like looking to Tatsuya for mature advice. At least Mikhail could fake it like a pro, she was all around way too young for that sort of thing.
God knows she tried, though.
Saito helpfully confirmed that he was a support studies kid, and also that her care was not about to fall apart by the mere presence of him. Good to know. What he was less clear about was his Quirk. From what he did give her it sounded like some kind of strength Quirk? If it helped him lift heavy stuff? Or he was being metaphorical. Still it at least sounded like he had some kind of idea of what he wanted to do with it. Or without it, if she was reading him right. "I forgot rescue ops were a thing. Is there even a desert in Japan? I know there's some mountains but I'll be the first to admit I know nothing about the geographical stuff. I'm too much of a metropolitan I guess." Was that ignorant of her? Eh, she'd come to Tokyo for a reason, and stayed for even more of those reasons; it wasn't like she was going to go mountain-ing any time soon. Or whatever it was called. "Good for you though. Both on the life goals thing and the 'not one of the people who blows everything up' thing. My car feels much safer now."
"Who, me?" Turn-about was fair play, but Elena had to snort at Saito's assumption for how she knew Tsutsuji Hachi. Well, he wasn't completely wrong, she had met her through a hero. Just not in the way he was inferring. "Hah, no, lo deseo. I wish! I'm a chef at a restaurant in town. 'Osteria dei Mascalzoni'--have you been there yet? The boss is an honest-to-God Italian, and I and the other head chef are Spaniards, so it's none of that fake foreign food you get at some of the other shops. Err, no offense to those places, I'm sure they're fine. We're just actually authentic." She snickered. "If you consider una españolas making Italian food authentic. Don't question it."
"I know Tsutsuji-sensei through Mik--" --ky? --hail? She'd already called him by that nickname already, wouldn't it look weird if she didn't do it again? Demonio. "--ky, and him just from...uhhh..." Elena made an excuse of pulling onto the highway to cover for her debate on how to phrase this. She didn't need to say anything about them dating. That was way too personal. But she could say they were friends, right? Nothing in the "rules" said that was forbidden. "...well, he literally fell on me during one of his hero stints, half freezing to death. Luckily for him I'm a human space-heater and saved him from whatever happens to cold snakes. We're friends, not any sort of business partners or the like. Hope you weren't expecting something cooler."
Ja, entiendes? Porque lo calenté. Aurgh, eso fue un chiste malo.
Actually it was feeling hotter than normal in here, had she hit the heat by accident?
"And nah, this combination," she fluffed her hair with one hand, the other staying firmly on the wheel, "Is all a labor of love. Nothing to do with where I'm from. I just love the contrast. Helps me stand out!...well, more than an almost two meters tall black woman in Japan already stands out, I guess. Then again, some high school kid's over here copying my look so maybe I'm not all that stand-out-ish."
Elena gave a cheeky half-grin, half-smirk at her passenger. "What's with that, hm?~" |
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