New A (Mia, Junko, and Goro)

Junko was a woman who was always against the odds. All she wanted was to become a Hero, but when she did that, she was quickly and swiftly called by the UA to assist the school in the wake of not one but two disasters. Ever since then, Junko was trapped in the role of a teacher.

But now, she was not a teacher. She was called not as a teacher, but as a bodyguard and you bet the Gemstone Hero would accept the job to further her own goals and become a Hero. She will not let Darkshine mock her. The number 1 Hero becomes a Vice Principal. Darkshine. Her superior not just in 1 way, but 2 ways. As a top ranking hero AND as a Vice Principal.

Junko was now here as a bodyguard, she obeyed every order she got. Mingle and try to look as if she's having fun. That was her order and thats what she did. She did her best to follow that order because everyone who knew Junko, knew how serious and 'not fun' she was. Junko held a wine glass and slowly sipped it. She remembered the one that was with her. Red Horn. She hoped that one was competent of a partner. Because this was Junko's chance to be recognized as a Hero. She could quit her teacher job and become a full fledged hero and surpass Darkshine

When making a call for bodyguards after a threat on your life has been made, it pays to be careful where the call reaches. Specifically, it pays to be sure it doesn’t reach the exact kind of people who, perhaps don’t want to kill you themselves, but do want to see your grey matter painted onto the wall.

Sure, asking from more illicit channels means a greater chance to find people who’ll do anything for cash, or those who simply jump at any chance to potentially rough others up, but it also makes you look desperate. An ambassador needing protection on such short notice suggests two things in particular; that the regular guards have already been judged as insufficient to respond to whatever the threat is, and that any additional hired protection is likely unprepared and potentially untrained.

These were all thoughts that ran through Goro’s head as he made his way into the Chinese Embassy. He felt slightly uncomfortable without his tablet tonight, as it was often his only outlet to sort through his blindingly fast thought processes without losing focus on the world around him, but the possibility of security confiscating it and/or searching through his files was significantly more dangerous.

As the doormen quickly ushered him and the rest of the crowd at the door into the embassy, it became all the more obvious in his mind how poorly this event was protected. They weren’t even checking invitations at the door; how exactly did they expect to keep would-be assailants out? He kept his mockery of the security to his own mind, but his wings twitched in amusement.

The bat reached the ballroom and darted towards the buffet line; he hadn’t eaten the whole night to be honest, and no matter how much he detested everyone involved in organizing this event he wasn’t about to go hungry all night just out of spite. It was hard to get a decent read on the room with his Quirk, or where the ambassador himself was for that matter, on account of just how many people were already inside. The live music certainly wasn’t helping matters.

He wasn’t there to attempt assassination, of course. He wouldn’t have entered through the front door if he was. However, the ambassador was a person of interest to the Gifted Underground, to put it in as polite terms as possible, and he was certainly someone Goro wouldn’t have any issues watching die. Plus, the potential subjects of his announcement were somewhat concerning; while they didn’t have many solid details, China certainly wasn’t the most forward-thinking nation when it came to Quirkers, so God knows what the results would be. Considering how many guests present were Quirkers, it seemed pretty obvious the announcement was Quirk-related, at least.

The buffet line moved forward, and Goro started to realise what had been bothering him the whole time. Waiters, chefs, and even some of the embassy guards all had very visible mutations. It stank of objectification, as if the embassy was some kind of gilded zoo. He shuddered in disgust and pulled his wings slightly tighter against his back, thankful that the Underground hadn’t tasked him with infiltrating the bodyguards. The mere thought of it made his skin crawl. As he continued to scan the crowd, counting the number of employed mutants out of some kind of disgusted curiosity, he silently hoped that whoever had threatened the good ambassador would get it over with already.
There were one or two Pro Heroes he recognized close by, but there was no way he was going up to try and speak with any of them.