Ghoul Rumble [Nene]

White hair, blue skin, glowing teal eyes, a blank expression, and no body heat. Is it any wonder why people would think she was a zombie? Not to mention her history of having woken up in the morgue that one time when her quirk activated. Still, that was years ago. Couldn't people get over it by now? No, not really. She had the stigma of being a zombie, and that was what she was to the people that harassed her. At least, the people that were die hard conspiracy theorists, the ones that thought she was indeed a patient zero, and she needed to be watched like a hawk to make sure that she wasn't going to end the world with a bite or something.

She wasn't a zombie, she just happened to not have any blood in her body, her circulatory system instead was filled with formaldehyde, something that could very well kill her had her veins not adapted to the fluid and her body going in to a half dead preservation state. As such, she was prone to being ridiculed or fear from anyone she interacted with, or at least, she expected it. So she tried to avoid people and confrontation. She was a rather stone faced girl, but, sometimes, people just push your buttons all wrong. So when she was being harassed today by a group of three dissidents, she had had enough.

It was in the middle of a gravely courtyard surrounded by chain line chicken wire fence. In her denim shorts and an extra long sleeved white shirt with a collar so wide it hung off one shoulder, black shoes on her feet, she was just trying to go from point a to point b. But, these guys had to push her buttons.

Normally, she would just go set a few dead leaves on fire, watch them burn. But, today was a little different. You can only ignore this kind of thing for so long before it boils over. And they had to use that word 'Walker'. It was a word commonly associated with zombie culture, and they even referred to her as their self appointed code name for the poor girl, 'Patient Zero'.

Needless to say, the action seen wasn't exactly fair, or pretty. She was resistant to any sort of pain they could deal out, ignoring it completely, like her nerves were dead to their punches and kicks. And without the proper blood in her body, no bruises showed.

Unfortunately, someone came along at the wrong time. Someone with enough power that she could feel a little something. It was some random guy! Nene was standing over the body of one of the ruffians she had already clocked unconscious, another skidding across the gravel from a powerful spartan kick to the chest. The third, held up off the ground by his collar. When Robin made an appearance on the scene, she simply turned her gaze over to him. it didn't help that she didn't do much other than deadpan most of the time. So that disinterested look and the scene might have made her look like a villain.

Dropping her foe, she just turned away from the trio of punks, "I'm going home now." She said, trying to excuse herself from the little field, tied off to the very end of the street that Robin had been occupying earlier, or may still be occupying depending on if he even wanted to see what the ruckus was about!

Really? They were trying to go down that route? They were going to play the victim? When she was just trying to get them to stop leaving her alone? Not that she showed any signs of being hurt from these guys, she had been fighting for a few minutes. Three against one isn't really fair, but, the scales are balanced when you have the ability to shrug off the pain like it was nothing. So when Robin had showed up, and they pleaded for help and their money back, she let go of the collar of that person and tried to walk away.

"I don't have any money, no one had anything taken from them." She said in a cold, dismissive, monotone, trying to walk away from everything while the sniveling punks rallied Robin to their cause. It wasn't in favor of their plight against Nene, but it was enough to get her an opponent that could fight against her.

The moment that Robin called her a zombie, she turned her head, glaring at him from over her shoulder. Now, anyone that knew Nene knew what that look was. She may not look it, but she was more than capable of fighting. And that look just screamed that she was ready for a fight. If anyone was looking closely, she rolled up her sleeves, and showed just what was up them. Those rather menacing looking gloves. Tucked away under her shirt was that spool of metal wire, which would string through the air, through the tops of her gloves and out through the claw tipped finger covers.

She wasn't using her wires, yet, but she was just showing off what she had to try and get anyone in the area that wasn't sure of what they were too scared to fight her. She wanted to do one thing though, and that was beat the crap out of the person who, after having just met her, called her such a thing.

"I am not a zombie." There was that tone again, and she was already closing the gap between herself and Robin. Running low to the ground, she would get close enough to plant one hand, her left hand, in to the ground, and perform a long arcing leg sweep akin to a break dance, looking to knock Robin off of his feet. She would immediately follow it up by rising up to her feet, and making a quick jab to Robin's back, keeping the lad airborne, only to throw him over the shoulder to the other side of the field, had everything connected just as she intended it to!

There was no indicator, there was no marking. Quirks had tells. Most of the time. Unless they were from the eyes or something similar. She thought this as she had watched how the fight progressed all too quickly, Her combo had failed and her foe had taken some distance, getting himself ready with a palm pointed at Nene. A blast? There was no visible duct or anything, or any sort of indicator of such a thing!

Not that she could rule it out, but, she wouldn't have to worry about the pain of something like that from someone of a similar level to her! She just rushed forward, calling his bluff as she had the look of someone who was determined to get their point across in combat. Her left hand opening up wide, fingers splayed out as she would look to grab Robin by the face, and take a few steps forward while letting her arm go back.

If she was successful, she would shove with her entire force, pushing her left arm forward and down, and shoving Robin to the ground while clutching on to his face! After which she would proceed to hold up her right hand, clenched in to a fist, threateningly. SHe was poised to start pummeling the poor lad!

"I. Am not. A zombie."

She wasn't angry. She was more annoyed. Not that she was showing it. But, there was the hint of tears in her eyes. Already, she was faced with someone she had never met before, and, they were turned against her. Just like everyone else. She couldn't go to school because whenever she tried to make friends, the whole rumor mill kept anyone from even wanting to socialize with her. It was so bad she quit school and resorted to home schooling, with privatized tutors!

And now, here was a random stranger, turned against her without any sort of second thought, just because of how she looked? It was unforgivable. The brief moment she hesitated to swing a punch down for his face, he grabbed her face and emitted enough heat that would make a normal person balk from the pain and real backwards. SHe felt the warmth, but, she was dull to pain like that. He had to commit to causing some harm or she wasn't going to feel it. As such, she swung her fist down, aiming to clock Robin over the forehead before she would get up and swing her arms out to her sides.

With a twist of her hands, elbows and fingers, a flurry of flickers in the air could be seen, light reflecting off of something. And through the air, these things flew, slicing through the shirts of the hooligans, not even bothering to harm them, but, the chicken wire fence was torn up. Those wires she was using were no joke.

With her face burning, even a bit of steam coming off of it, she glared at Robin with those cold glowing eyes. "Some hero you are. You don't even bother to get the other side of the story. I'm going home." She turned out the pockets in her pants, showing she didn't even have a wallet of her own. With everything exposed that she wasn't even in possession of any money what so ever, maybe Robin would take a moment to think about things, while Nene turned around, clutching her singed face with a wince. Another injury she'd have to explain to her mother at home.

Meanwhile, the hooligans were all so flabbergasted by those wires of hers, they just fell to the ground on their asses, mouths agape as they came to a realization of what the 'zombie' was capable of doing. It just solidified in their minds just how much more dangerous Nene was in their view.

Nene stopped as Robin blocked her path and she sighed, "You're American. No wonder you don't know. Can you please move? I'd rather not explain it. But, if it will make you move. I'll tell you." She sighed again, closing her eyes while she pointed at the three hooligans over on the other side of the little field. "First strike and foremost, you have been assisting stalkers in harassing me."

"Second strike, unlike a hero, you resorted to casting a rather offensive term at someone without even understanding who they are. I'm not a zombie. My body is filled with formaldehyde. A preservative liquid that has replaced my blood stream. Because I have no hemoglobin, my skin loses pigmentation."

"As for why I am being called a zombie, or look like one, is because of that very reason. My quirk turned my whole body in to a preservation state. I bleed a toxic fluid that can cause humans, even myself, to choke to death if it becomes gaseous. As such, people like them have been stalking me since I was around nine or ten, convinced that I am the herald of a zombie apocalypse." She bunched one of her sleeves, and reached up, looking to dab the blood off of Robin's wound.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. Can you please let me go home now? I'd rather be left alone before someone thinks you are infected and you get harassed on social media. There's no argument of moral high ground here. There is no concept of who is right or wrong in this case. This was just a point where I just could not put up with being stalked for once, and thought to try and scare them off, I'm going home now to make a bonfire." Nene said while walking to the side, and ducked down as she walked forward, going right under one of Robin's arms and past him. He could follow her, or stick with the bigots in the field.

"You're coming with me." SHe said in a matter of fact tone, not caring for any argument either way. After this person tried to push off her points of marking him down as being a bully, and then tried to defend themselves from the prying eye of Nene by saying they too were mocked for their quirk. She wasn't really going to have any of it. Before Robin was out of arm's reach, she would reach back.

Nene's strength wasn't herculean, but, she was certainly strong, and fast. So she reached back, grabbing Robin by the back of his collar before she would walk off with him, likely dragging his heels along the gravel of the field until she would walk out with him. Leaving the holligans there for them to start posting this little encounter on social media, while looking up on WebMD symptoms of zombism, to see if they were now infected.

Nene meanwhile would lead Robin out of the field, and down a street to the point that they could find a burger bar and sit down and have something. "Sit. Eat. Tell me about your quirk. You want me to believe you, humor me. I'm paying anyways." How was she going to pay without any money on her person? Well, that was easily answered by her talking to the waitress, saying it was going on her tab.

"You first. Tell me why you get bullied, I'll tell you why I do." She was very to the point with her words. She might not be a zombie, but, she spoke like one, if a zombie could even talk.

"I'll agree I should have handled that better, but, it's time for another list." She declared while she held up her fist, showing the back of it to Robin while her elbow rested on the table. "First, you claim your quirk receives teasing and ridicule despite only emitting heat. Second, You have a quirk that is an emitter one, you can blend in. Third, you're not getting my perspective on this, again. You are new to Tokyo it seems, so you wouldn't know about 'Kid Lazarus'."

Sighing, she ran a hand through her white hair, looking at Robin and putting some actual emotion in her voice for once, "It's more than kids my age that make fun of me. Adults, seniors, kids younger than me. Ever since my quirk first activated. My blood stream was converted chemically somehow from hemoglobin and iron with other trace stuff I don't know how to pronounce, in to formaldehyde. A natural preservative fluid. I didn't look like this at the drop of a coin."

"When it first activated, I felt cold, and stiff. I couldn't move anything really. My body wouldn't move, I couldn't call for help. I stood where I was, frozen, for five minutes. Eventually, I passed out from my lungs not working anymore. I was declared dead at the scene from a lack of pulse." Awfully odd for someone to be declared legally dead, but still be around.

"I woke up five hours later, in the city morgue. Inside one of those drawers. No one knew I was still alive, just sleeping it off while my body started to accommodate the changes. My parents were surprised, the autopsy specialist was surprised. And the news was more than surprised. 'Miracle girl wakes from the dead, changed forever!'." She made a big display with her hands while she demonstrated the exaggeration of the news line.

After her quirk activated, she had passed out, and people had to alert the authorities. The medical specialists that came in the ambulance declared her dead from lack of breath and no pulse. "What made things bad were conspiracy theorists. From around the planet. The whole world, people I never even met, starting a viral campaign about the end of the world, about me being patient zero. That I was the start of some zombie apocalypse. Do you see where I'm going?"

"It was fine, I just stopped using any social media. But, when I was attacked at random thanks to my power and the fear people have not of quirks, but by paranoid idiots who fear zombies, that was when I was attacked by someone else with a quirk. I had to avoid people after that. And ever since, I can't go outside without someone commenting on my looks. I can't go to a public or private school. I can't get proper grades to go to one of those hero schools to show the world that I am not some thing of evil. So, no, you don't know what it's like to be someone that not even people with quirks will normally associate with. But, I'm willing to hear what you have to say. Please, convince me otherwise."