We're kind of alike! Sort of!

Mia was just on one of her ‘patrols’ as she wandered through the city streets. Without an advanced form of mobility that generally just meant she was walking through the streets, offering a kind wave to anyone who recognized her and at one point helping a lady across the road. While quirk users had only just started to be regulated, crimes weren’t exactly gonna happen every day. The most she’d had this week was holding her arm out as a purse snatcher ran into her bicep with enough force that he’d have equated her muscles to an iron bar with an almost audble ‘clang’ to emphasize it.

Today she’d begun to let her guard down just a little, spotting embers off in the distance, she initially wondered if it was some quirk user wanting to show off, but as she got closer it was clear this was just some fun little street act and nothing to worry about, resting herself on a concrete step leading down into the back with her elbow propping herself up against an ornamentally planted tree along the path. She had to say they seemed pretty skilled, especially if they were pulling in such a crowd so easily…though they seemed to be losing it pretty fa-HOLY CRAP.

Mia’s eyes turned wide with shock but were just as quickly replaced with fury. Some fucker decided it was a good idea for a public stabbing on her zone? Yeah no dice. Her immense size compared to the fleeing crowd was a good signal to everyone moving in her direction to go around her even when looking over the heads of the people infront of them, and so Mia managed to push herself through the crowd with ease. She was dressed in her casual clothes today, a rough orange tank top and wide-legged cargo shorts, but her size still made up for the fact her hero suit didn’t give her purpose here away.

As she reached the scene, the punk with the blades was bringing his hand slamming down for another stab down and Mia’s hand darted out, grasping his wrist with a deep, red eyed glare. His arm flinched and twitched and pulsed as it tried to push through the grasp on it, but Mia wasn’t having any of it. It seemed effortless as she slowly pulled his hand back up over his own head, not even lifting her own up too much to get his at such an angle thanks to the size difference between the two. Her muscles had bulked up rather rapidly from the rage she was feeling at seeing this punk stab a presumably innocent girl.

“Now, we’re gonna drop this knife and walk ourselves to a police station ri-“ Her words were halted by the smack of a fist against her jaw, but beside a small jerk of her head, her eyes slowly turned back to the punk before her, not even showing any sense of pain in reaction to the pathetic punch from this doomsday nerd. He cowered and whimpered, starting to yell words she’d heard before. Demon. Yokai. Evil spirit. Monster. She’d heard them all but they were usually harsh and angry, or like now, scared, and pathetic.

She let him continue to punch her. In the jaw, abs, and the like, but she barely moved. Dipping down suddenly she grasped the back of both his pants legs and yoinked him upside down, his pants slipping to reveal half of his underwear but still holding him upside down. Mia turned her eyes to the girl on the floor, nodding to the guy.

“You know this punk? Not some ex-boyfriend your gonna want me to go easy on or anything?”

So no relation huh? Something about being a conspiracy theorist too, and the grey skinned girl being worried about her for it. Hah. Yeah right. Like she was gonna worry about some niche nutjobs online. Especially with her own fanbase which was full of lesbians, feminists, and a few buff guys who saw her as one of the dudes from how she acted. Yeeeah even conspiracy theorists couldn’t fight back against that tidal wave. “Well if you’re not friends…” She suddenly flung her arms up, still grasping him by the pants. With the hard motion and her strength behind it, the punk was flung into the air and out of his pants, which Mia promptly proceeded to toss away as her red eyes followed his fall, taking two steps forward, then one back…then 2 forward again. Thrusting out her arm she caught him by the scruff of his shirt, upright this time, his legs kicking and squirming, grasping her wrist in both hands, her muscles growing as he watched to the point she was straining her shirt a little. She leaned in, close enough he could feel the breath of her words against his face.

“You come near her again, and you better hope the police come for you first.”

She would have dropped him there and let him run. An old instinct from her days as a vigilante, but knowing he needed to face justice she let her eyes drift, spotting a lamppost in the park and stepping towards it, grasping it firmly in one hand and shimmying her way up as she held him in the other, hooking the back of his shirt onto the very top and dropping down, dusting her hands off as she left him there. She could drop down with no issue, a heavy thud being the only reaction, but as she was about to say. “I wouldn’t worry about him running. He drops from there he won’t get far on a broken leg.”

Winding back her shoulders, she checked the street to see if the flashing lights were coming but she didn’t expect them too soon, and instead focused on the girl, wincing at the sight of her holding a stab wound. “I er…I’m kinda new to the game but they gave me some first aid training if you need that looked at? Like I said I’m no expert but er…” She patted the huge pockets of her cargo pants, recalling she didn’t have any first aid supplies outside of her hero costume. “Crud er…are you okay? I can tear a part of my top if you need that patched up. I don’t…see any blood but…” Actually yeah…she got stabbed, why was this girl not soaked in red or…blue? Yeah blue seemed appropriate for grey skin.

Mia offered a weak look of reassurance, sure she couldn’t specifically see any blood and she had to take Nene’s word for it, but she wanted to make sure she was okay. The freak had a knife and not every bystander could dodge swings of a blade, so if she was even just suffering from a scrape she’d want to know. She rubbed the back of her neck, wanting to say she should take it easy, sit down, maybe wait till somebody got here to help see to her, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, the sound of the police and reporters caught her first, turning to face them and offering a brighter grin the moment she realized cameras were on the scene, both for her own ego and the general desire she had to top that bitch darkshine who was currently at the top of the hero rankings.

“Oh hey there, you took your time officers!~” Despite her words she knew the local officers well enough by now that it was very easy to joke with them, holding up her hand as a shorter officer jokingly jumped up even without the real need to to high five her. “Okay so, douchebag on the lamppost went stabby stab on innocent bystander. She said she’s fine but-“ Mia glanced back towards Nene, spotting the knife wounds…shit she really should be focusing on her. She pulled back from the officers as they had all they needed to take things forward with charging the fucker with the knife. The blonde stepped towards Nene only for the reporters to slip between her, offering them a bright smile but clearly trying to keep her focus on Nene. They bombarded her with a few questions, the usual waffle that she’d answer with bravado and firm responses, but her first few answers were flimsy and borderline dismissive, and the more they talked the more impatient she got, spotting Nene just as she’d finished bandaging herself. “’Scuse me.”

Pushing through the tiny reporters with ease, she worked her way up to Nene, smiling at her with a more reassuring than bravado filled look that she often held, not so good with people when it came to this stuff, but as a hero trying her best. “Hey er…kid. I dunno if you actually need medical attention, but my office ain’t far from here. You wanna duck in there for a bit? I got a proper first aid kit, some good food if ya need it…and I can promise ya known of these guys are gonna ask ya any dumb questions about ‘why you were stabbed’. I mean cause the fucker was a nutjob what other reason do they think they’re gonna hear?” She offered a smirk as she joked about how the media could ask so many questions to try and make any situation more interesting. “Sound good…?” She tried to keep her tone a little light so it didn't seem like she was forcing the girl and gave her wiggle room if she genuinely didn't want to come.


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Mia was a little disappointed her offer wasn’t going to be taken, but she could understand. Some people needed time alone after stuff like this to gather their thoughts and this girl was probably just one of them. She was gonna let her just get on her way when a reporter pushed their way into her own face. She did like a bit of attention but in this situation, when they were impeding her talking to the victim, yeah, she could see why the press were often seen as obnoxious twats. “Look guys I’d be happy to answer all your questions next time ya catch me but right now I-“

Then one of the reporters went after the girl, and the words they spoke really caught Mia off guard. Woke up in a morgue? The hell? Mia didn’t have much to go on from that alone but Mia had enough from the look in her eye to know that she wasn’t comfortable with this reporter getting in her face. Stepping between the two, Mia placed her hand over the reporter’s face. Not squeezing or hurting it in any way, just simply pushing it down so the reporter landed on their rear rather harmlessly, looking to the blue girl behind her and pointing her thumb in another direction.

“Come on kid you’re comin’ with me. These hounds’ll follow you all the way home otherwise.”

She’d start walking in another direction towards her offices when the murmurs of the reporters sounded behind her, some bold enough to ask questions, others considering if they should. She shot them all down by slowly turning her sharp red gaze over her shoulder, her bottom canines slowly extending over her top lip like tusks and her muscles tensing in a silent threat should any of them try to continue following them. Suffice to say, they all easily fucked off after that. She softened rapidly, her canines returning to normal and her muscles softening as she shot the girl beside her a weak smile. The journey to her office would be short and quiet unless the girl spoke herself. Only when Mia was in her building’s elevator with her, leaning back against the wall, would she ask the awkward question.

“Soooo…woke up in a morgue huh? How dumb was youd doctor to do that to ya huh?” She smirked a little as she asked, hoping to keep the mood nice and light.



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Mia leaned back against the back wall of the elevator, the journey up to the top not too long but certainly not short or instantaneous in the slightest. The lift creaked just a little as she leaned her weight into the metal wall, tilting her head to the other side and listening carefully to what she said. It was certainly an interesting story, and beyond a joke Mia couldn’t blame the doctors anymore. Not all quirkers were lucky enough to get super powers. Some were super unlucky. Heck, what good was being able to create fire from your hands if you weren’t fire proof? Before quirkers genes had seemed to find a balance between the manifestation of the quirk and the protection of the body against it, there’d apparently been a lot of horror stories, so the girl beside her possibly dying from her blood changing wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for a doctor to assume.

Hearing about how the media covered it though, Mia winced and groaned. It wasn’t much different from how she’d been represented when she was a vigilante. She had a good fanbase, no doubt, but a lot of people still spun her as this demon because of her red horn, some even referaning the old hell boy comics. There was even a fucking petition for her to grind down her horn like that red skinned character did and it definitely infuriated her how many signatures that got, even from some of her fans who just thought she’d look cooler with a dull horn nub. Ugh.

“Well I can certainly understand that, but unlike you I kinda had the strength to punch the lights out of anyone who shoved themselves in my face about it. Not the same by any means, but growing up with a giant red horn, a temper, and god forbid, a homosexual sex drive in Texas of all places was not easy. Got called a devil child more times than I’d care to count, but I powered through it and kinda took the insults and made ‘em my own. Whatever the case, I’m sorry ya even had to go through that shit to begin with…” She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “And clearly with that dipshit you’re still goin’ through it now…”

With a soft ding they reached her floor and Mia tried not to make the girl linger on thoughts of her situation, gesturing for her to follow inside and gesturing to a small waiting area with couches and a coffee maker. It was one large room right now with her desk at the other end of the room, so conversations weren’t private between her and people who wanted to hire her for say, bodyguard duty or something of the like, but she was planning to put in walls. “Take a load off, we got coffee or there’s some juice with the milk in the mini fridge under the desk.” She patted her back and pointed a thumb to a set of stairs behind her desk. “I’mma go to my place upstairs and just grab something I need real quick, you good sticking down here?”


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Mia nodded at the request of a cold coffee. She wasn’t much of a coffee person herself but she definitely had one since it was a popular drink and this was, essentially, her office’s lounge. She was trying to get some work done to make it look more inviting before she had some sidekicks or more people looking for private hero work, but for now it was what it was. Heading over to the counter where she kept drinks and other little supplies, she made up a quick cold coffee and handed it to the zombie girl on the way past. “I’ll just be a few minutes.” A two finger salute sounded off from the side of her temple before she made her way past the desk at the back of the first floor room and to the stairs in the back, heading to her actual living space on the floor above. Much like the office below, nothing too impressive. The space to work with was certainly impressive, but she had so little furniture it looked like some weird display room, or how some teenagers might deck out an abandoned building just for a hangout spot. Mia’s eyes drifted to a set of drawers she’d recently bought, clearly meant for the office space downstairs but she hadn’t thought of where to put them yet, so she kept them up here. A quick flitter through the pages inside and she withdrew a handful of papers she had to fill out later. As fun as being a hero was, she had to file case reports if she actually wanted to get paid for the crimes she stopped, so coming back down she simply tossed the necessary files onto her desk (a rather intimidating one compared to most. Not flashy, but big enough Mia could comfortably fit into it like a normal person, thus making her clients feel subtly smaller when sitting on the other side unless they too were fucking huge)

Approaching where she’d left the Zombie girl, Mia scoffed a little as she saw what she was doing, snickering and shaking her head at the random burst of energy she seemed to be having. Walking back over, she opened her mouth to start some witty line- “Ya know if you wanted to take my desk chair for a spin ya coulda just-“ She stopped however when her eyes caught the still slightly reddened vial on her desk, picking it up and looking it over carefully, eyes flicking back to the girl and simply pointing to the vial she was now holding in her hand. In truth, she didn’t think it was blood at a first glance, but you didn’t exactly carry around candy drinks and crap in a vial either. With the recent QED stuff at school, and how much energy Nene had suddenly gained, Mia was a lot more cautious this was actually something of a much more illegal nature.

“You er…wanna explain what you left on my desk here blue?” She tossed the vial to her when she had her attention, her expression not intimidating in any way, but the kind of hard curiosity that wasn’t gonna let up till it got an answer. Like a parent waiting for their kid to admit they did wrong, though not quite as harsh in Mia’s case.


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Mia was initially a little put off by her manner of speech. While it was fair since she’d just been stabbed, Nene seemed to be a pretty solemn, low energy type of person, so seeing her poses and the way she was shouting out her responses with so much energy had Mia a little more caught off guard, and not at all convinced her assumption that this vial had something weird in it wasn’t wrong. Though, her eyes dipped back to the vial, then to the hint of red in Nene’s smile…oooookay. Mia just caaasually put that back down on the desk and wiped her hand off on her pants, wondering why the hell this was a thing. She briefly thought she may have been more comfortable if it was actually a drug, but she was sure there’d be an explanation to this. SO many quirks had weird fuel or diatery needs…though she had to say this was probably a tick in the boxes of all the online conspiracy theories that she was the start of the zombie apocalypse.

As Nene got off the chair, she maybe was put a bit more at ease by her dizziness. Okay even if she was the start of the zombie apocalypse, with her tough skin, strong punches, and this girl’s clear silliness, she was pretty sure she had a good chance to survive. She stepped forward and held her shoulders and helped to steady her, offering a smirk down to her even despite the unease she was feeling for a moment. She was kinda cute brushing her hair away…yeah. Definitely just some kid. She still wanted an explanation, but already she was taking this at face value that nothing weird was going on. “You good?” She waited for some form of response before releasing her shoulder so she could stand on her own, resting her hands in her pockets as she took in the explanation.

OOooh. That did make sense. “Referring to yourself in the third person huh? Man you really are feelin’ silly huh?” The science behind this was not something Mia was even going to bother considering, but it did make sense on some level to her. “Riiight okay. So because ya don’t got blood ya need to drink it…makes…sooome sense I guess?” She offered a light chuckle, picking up the vila again, assuming it must be safe, donated blood if Nene was brave enough to drink it. “You need this thing or am I good to throw it in the trash?” She’d throw it in the bin, or hand it back to Nene depending on the answer, snickering at Nene’s energy and pulling the girl in while she was having her energy burst, ruffling what hair she didn’t have tied in that bun and sharing in a bit of silliness, only encouraging the girl as she messed with her.

Though, wait, she couldn’t get into UA?

“You what?” She pulled the girl back to arms length and listened to her explain. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, looking angry, but definitely not at Nene herself, her lips pursed into a light scowl at whoever had told her that was the case. “Right…So they saw a kid like you, who, lets be honest, gets targeted for her quirk, and decided you’re the bad guy…? Kid when I’m the number one, gimme that person’s name cause they ain’t gonna have a job for long.”

Rounding her desk with some odd determination, Mia sat down, or was about to, forgetting Nene had moved her desk chair to have her spin and hit the floor with a thud…okay it was hard to stay mad with that, and she ended up snickering, but still sat on the floor she pulled out one of the drawers and looked for a file she hadn’t gotten the chance to use yet, pulling it out and finally reaching for her chair and dragging it back to her desk, sitting down and pointing to the chair opposite, a more stationary chair she had for talking to people across the desk.

“Sit down a sec ay I just gotta read this…”

Mia took a second to skim the paper, a lot of legal garbage, but mostly it had a straight forward message. Mia crossed her arms over the paper and looked to Nene, smiling at the girl. She maybe lacked a bit of energy when she wasn’t on that rush, but as before, Mia could never blame her given the life she was leading with people stabbing her and targeting her and the online bullying that surely took place if anyone from those conspiracy places tracked her down. Heck kid had probably been doxed by people trying to track her down and stop her zombie virus. “Kid, one quick, honest question. Answer me in one word.” If Nene opened her lips, Mia would raise her hand, and hold up a finger to silence her. “One word. No bullshit, no justifying why, or why not, or why its not possible. One word answer. You really want into UA?” She offered a bright smile as she asked, her arms tucked in nice and tight on the desk infront of her, the smile she had showing she clearly had something planned if she got the answer she wanted. She maybe felt like she could look like an idiot though if Nene ended up answering no.


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