Bio-basics

"No. I said put it in the back back, not the back. Like, the storeroom, not just... in the back of the room." The woman sighed, disappointed in the staff before her. She came here to do a check up on materials, resupply, and to make sure things were up to their standards. They hadn't failed, but they hadn't exactly exceeded in any capacity. The nervous man picked up the boxes. "I'm not taking it, I brought it here, you move it, I'll take over."

People were people. Everyone was human. Everyone bled, cried, sang and slept. They were all the same underneath whatever layer of skin they had. Be it fur, scales, or flesh, they were all the same. Kasey sighed, the white coat over her body and the large glasses on her face. They were a mild prescription, but they did help a bit. A sigh upon her lips as she reached out to the random files still left unsorted on the desk behind the glass window before the counter. The thin barrier between her and her patients, or at least, their patients.

Kasey's ponytail hung high on her head as it was pushed behind her. The horns on her head extended a bit, and curled. A mess she will deal with later, but a small change that caused enough people to forget who she was. At first glance, at least. Kasey looked up from the sheets, still trying to peace it all together, from her night with Sonya. She just needed to find something related to those kids. If any similar case existed, it would have to be someplace near that building. Something close by. There was no way it was random.

"Hey, hello, do you have an appointment?" she asked. She wasn't going to waste any time. She had important things to do, probably. Well, later at least.

Three languages. It was all she could speak fluently. The rest she knew a few bits and pieces, but never enough to hold a conversation. The girl in front of her seemed squirrelly, fidgety, and for why? What did she come there for? What did she plan to do? Was she in pain? It was then she caught the bits of language. Nervous stammering, the barrier of a language she barely knew. She had seen it before, with a young Korean girl.

Kasey replied, in English back to her. "Yuuei has a nurse. But I suppose you're here for something you can't get otherwise." She shuffled papers behind the desk, arranging it all, getting the English forms for the girl. ". . . Right. Well, you have to fill these out, sign it, then we can proceed to data analysis to get an idea how it works, and what it can do." A small smile as she nodded and handed over the simple forms. Name, date of birth, where she lived, the generic information on file. Not to mention the release that any information gathered, will be used in future exams to assist others in the form of payment to use existing data to help them. Simple stuff. That and the sign off to hero things. The small survey of favorite heroes and known villains. Small things of awareness, to make sure people were in their right mind, but also, a small poll for the HEROES card game they also funded.

"Willow you said?" provided she took the forms, and remained at the counter to fill out the simple sheets on the clipboard, Kasey would continue, unless she walked away to fill it out in private. It wasn't like anyone else was there, or that she was in a rush.

"They don't talk about me there, do they?" Kasey nodded her head, shaking away the idea, "Nevermind, stupid question. Of course they don't. I wasn't even faculty."

So, that was that. It was easy enough for her to switch over. One of the few languages she could speak with relative ease. But Japanese, her native tongue, still remained the hardest of the three for her to write. This much, speaking in English, was a bit comforting in that regard. The girl went on, and Kasey just nodded along, not really caring, or listing much in that regard. It seemed that more and more Yuuei students showed up at her clinics. All for the sake of secrecy? That's odd. What would be the reason of that? Was there a scandal that had yet to see the light? Kasey was curious, but in the end, she really didn't care.

The talk of a mother not being comfortable around quirks did ring home to Kasey, at least as much as it could. She couldn't remember her mom, much less the feeling of her being around. They were just shadows that had titles attached to them. No voices, no colors, no faces. They were there, and she remembered what they did. They cast her, and her sister out for their quirks. It seemed as if the old world did not take well to change. In time, they would all die out. Either by age, or by force.

With the amount of tourists, and exchange students, and even transfers, getting a signature back home would be impossible. If something needed to be done, it had to be done. If payment was the issue, then the simple volunteer testing would be it. Being a student of that school, did make filing it just that much easier.

"I don't think Ketsujo cares." she would say. "We've been dealing with anti-quirk movements since the first quirk revealed itself." She would say with a smile. "There's a reason The Ketsujo Corporation has survived thus long." Her English, mostly on point, but with bits of accent here and there.

As it was handed back, Kasey would take the form, and take a different one and place it on top, copying the girl's name, before setting it on top. "So, gravity was it?" And she would make her way to the side, closing the window divider, and opening the door to allow the girl to enter. To the larger empty storeroom was where they would go.

And with it, Kasey would make yet another small discovery about quirks, and the nature of the body.

Superpower? That certainly was one way to put it. They were more than humans. They were greater evolved beings. Now the next level of evolution was to discover which were better, stronger. Not all were geared for battle, for combat, but some would greatly ease their lives. Window cleaners who could create soap, or a welder who could shape metal without heat, they would all find their place. It was no longer a list of experiences and former jobs, but a new skill unique to them that could get them an edge. And those built for war, would either make with it, or learn to make themselves more useful around the house.

"Trouble?" she questioned, curious, she would let the girl's actions speak for itself. She was one who had remained calm, even when her subjects had resorted to covering her in flame, hot oil, drowning her in water or shooting her with electricity. She was used to it, and she endured it.

The door would shut to give the girl the privacy she needed. She would stretch, a note Kasey kept in mind to whatever might happen. was it something she could pull a muscle with? She would nervously begin to shuffle her feet. She would lean to one side and balance on a single leg, doing sort of the same, but only on her legs.

She would watch the girl step upon the wall. A strange thing. Kasey would take a few steps forward to closely observe. She would lift the next foot to begin to suspend herself. An interesting case indeed. The question was if she could do the same to others, now that would be a feat. Kasey scribbled some notes down, as she pondered her own abilities. Her nails would grow extended into claws, only to watch the girl now quiver under her own powers. She was a good distance off the ground, and an injury was not one she wanted to have to mend. She took a large step towards her, before her fingers pointed with her right would extend downward like a long ramp under the girl. The material would be soft, enough to break her fall, and allow her to decent slowly as safely as Kasey could do without using her own body. She would gasp, and as she fell, she would fall onto the bone ramp that would be as soft as foam.

"Related to her breath." she would muse to herself in Japanese. She nodded with the findings. Perhaps it was a way to pull in air pressure, a sort of vacuum to defy gravity. It was a good theory, and perhaps a sound one. Perhaps it would make sense if she was barefoot, but given her shoes it seemed to be more extended than that. Perhaps it was an aura around her, a small sort of bubble. To breathe was to affect her personal gravity, or at least air pressure around her.

It certainly was rather interesting.

Very, interesting.

She thought about the limited supply she had on had given the location. They had some strange experimental things there, given the local quirks in the area. She closed her eyes for a moment, cataloging all of the items she saw on her way in, and the few things on hand. Giving the girl an air tank would prove useless, as it was related to her held breath. Did she have to exhale it all, or inhale it all? Could she slowly exhale her held breath or did it have to remain stagnant? She wondered about the relation of the quirk to her lungs and the curious trigger. Or it could have been a unique organ for that matter.

With the bow, Kasey would do the same. The girl coughed a bit, and with it, Kasey begun her quick diagnosis. "If willing, I'd like to do some trials." She looked around the room, wondering if her solution would be fast. With a few seconds of observation, she found the answer being outside of the room. "I'd like to test some medication, if you're willing." She would take the clipboard and pin it on the wall, her nail extending to wedge itself into a crack to hold it as Kasey left the room. She put a hand up, as if to tell the girl to stay as she ran out.

She would quickly make her way into the storerooms, and without much difficulty she would grab a few things and make her way back, a good four options in her hand. She would enter the room with a smile.

"I don't need a physical to understand the basis of your quirk, but if you want to do it anyways, we can. Though, I would recommend a physician. That's not really my field of expertise." Kasey would hold the small boxes between her fingers as she extended them to the young girl, taking a few steps closer.

"I shouldn't need to explain that these are inhalers. I assume you know how they work?" She would say, the various designs and blends within, all to treat various repository problems. "I'd like you to take them. If you can, use only one for the week, record your experience, or stop by and we'll make more formal notations. They have enough to last you a month, but use them as you see fit. Afterwards, we'll know what may help you, if this system at all." She looked over, a quick bit of math in her head. It was helpful knowing how to count now.

"Come by in a month. I'm normally at Tokyo General. If at any time you're having a bad reaction to one of them, just toss them out. It's not rare someone is allergic to one of these. Nothing more than a minor rash around the neck. So I would take it easy until you know for sure. And even if you're allergic, taking a dozen puffs won't kill you, at most mild irritation. So they're totally safe." She would nod and bow. All of her explanations in English for the girl's benefit. But, her final words would revert back into Japanese.

"If you would though, on your way out please stop at consultation for formalities on how to properly use each of them. That, and so we can note it down for our records, beyond our notes." Kasey would bow again, greatly interested in her quirk. They could easily continue testing if she wanted, but that was up to her. For now, Kasey saw the display enough to get a simple understanding on how it all worked.