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Post by Kiersa on May 16, 2020 11:54:27 GMT -4
Kiersa bit her lower lip as she paced up and down the part of the school where the Support Classes were usually held. A part of her wondered if this was a good idea? Maybe if she tried to train harder, she could maybe eventually get her Quirk to do what she wanted it to... But no matter how much she trained, her Quirks light aspect would only ever flare in an indiscriminate blast around her which even she was not immune to.
The arguements and debates in the schools student chatroom highlighted that whilst students could attempt to get equipment from outside sources, the Support Classes existed for that very reason. And were free. Kiersa just hoped that she wasn't being presumptious with this request of hers for them... or if it would be adding on extra work for them. They were students here at UA as well after all, no doubt with homework and assignments of their own... and here she was, about to try and foist onto one of her fellow school mates more work, just to help her get her own Quirk under better control.
It felt incredibly selfish to the young blonde, and she wasn't sure if she enjoyed feeling selfish. Kiersa held her proposal that she'd typed and printed up close to her chest as she stood in front of one of the S-Classroom doors, her free hand hovering over it as she prepared to knock. A moment passed and she returned to her pacing up and down the corridor. "Should I? Shouldn't I? Oh what to do, what to do..." she muttered to herself, biting her lip some more as she began to think through this whole thing all over again.
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Post by ZETA on May 16, 2020 12:25:18 GMT -4
Tex was writing a report on the financial keep-up of support items and demand versus supply. Finances and investments were Tex's second area of expertise behind tactics, which, if you have a keen mind, one could understand why both skills have valid reasons to be compatible people are investments, not possessions, which is what many companies failed to understand. Since people are investments and heroes is such a precarious and tenuous market right now, the market has to go with safe and marketable heroes over more interesting ones. So Tex was scouting potentially marketable students to promote his future business. Pro-hero Merchandise, he got an idea from an upperclassman in the chatbox so he'd best look into it.
While writing on his report and pro and cons of pro-hero merchandise, Tex heard a noise near the door to the support classroom. He assumed it was a classmate, but when he didn't hear the opening and more scuttling behind the door, Tex raised the rim of his from his face and let out a small, "wat in tarnation is goin' on out there," He said in a Texan accent. Then he shrugged nonchalantly, and he tried to return to work. But he couldn't remember what he was writing he lost all of his movement Tex sat there for a moment trying to remember.
Then he let out an annoyed groan as he completely lost his train of thought. Tex with a huff sat up from his seat and closed his laptop and walked over to the door, and opened it. He poked his head out and said, "Hello, y'all can come in y'all know? It'd be for good for y'alls feet, instead of scuttling around like a stink bug in the mid-summer desert," Tex said in a good-natured voice, but he was a little annoyed at whoever was walking around out here like a headless chicken.
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Post by Kiersa on May 19, 2020 17:30:57 GMT -4
The blonde girl gave a surprised squeak as someone poked their head out from the door and called out to her in a... unique accent, breaking her from her loop of pacing and anxiety. She quickly bowed in apology towards the boy at the door. "I-I am so, so sorry for disturbing you!" Kiersa quickly said. "M-My name is Kiersa Bec, from Class 1-B a-and I w-was wondering if th-there was anyone here in the Support Classes who could maybe h-help me with a request for s-some equipment to h-help with my Quirk." she said, introducing herself and explaining why she was here in the one sentence. She held the request forms and outlines close to her chest, the paper slightly crinkling in her grip.
"O-Of course if you're busy with your own studies and projects a-and can't or don't want to for any other r-reason that w-would be perfectly f-fine and I a-apologise once more for disturbing you and taking up your time." the blonde said, bowing once more in apology, not quite realising just yet that the boy she was speaking to probably couldn't see her. She had yet to take a step towards the boy, figuring that if he wasn't the only one in the room then it wouldn't do her any favours to just walk on in to another class' room. Even with the apparent invitation.
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Post by Jin Nakamura on Jun 17, 2020 18:27:24 GMT -4
Work of course has always been plentiful as Jin found a good rhythm of work and relaxing. A Lot of work had been done in terms of equipment being made as several of his personal pieces have been touched up and finished and ready for use. That and he finished ahead of schedule to start some new projects. He gathered his tools and grabbed his long board and left the dorms as per usual. A can of green tea, some snacks, his headphones, and about three to four mini robots in a pack as he went on his merry way.
He listened to his Lo-Fi music as he rode through the campus in the regular manner. Making a mental road map of what he wants to do and what to accomplish. Materials, components and everything else is being listed in his head as he got closer and closer to the workshop.
As he neared the shop, he saw two people talking outside the class. The music was still going and he didn't want to pause so he lowered the volume in his headphones. Something was happening but he has zero clue on what was going on so he would get off his longboard and excuse himself into the support class.
“Excuse me, class president Nakamura coming through”, he said in a half tone as he found his seat and set down his things. Setting up his green laptop and began to go to work as he adjusted his headphones to hear what was going on with the two at the door.
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