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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Jul 16, 2019 5:55:42 GMT -4
Being part of U.A:s staff had ended up being a big learning experience for Mosa. He had never been a proper teacher, so getting to know how the life of those helping todays youth study worked, was surprisingly interesting. That and very much so busy. And now they were hitting a special point in the schools history: The first year of internships. For heroes from proper heroes. Naturally, since the amount of official heroes was a little bit low, some of the interns were simply working with the schools teachers, which was a nice and simple compromise. Albeit naturally, Mosa had been worried of those implications of putting the students in danger against actual villains. He understood, that training the heroes required some actual hero work to be possible though... so he had stayed silent.
The surprising part however, was the fact, that he as a counselor got a request from a student to intern with him. And not just any student. His first client of all people. Farrah di Prima. Not a very problematic student in the ways of mental issues, but with a hyperactive and ready personality to take on the world. Maybe it was those meetings between them that had made her ask for the internship position, but in any case, it didn't matter that much. He felt duty bound by his teacher position, and with that, signed the necessary papers. However, he knew he had to make the situation a little bit different to what the usual heroes did. After all, he was technically just a civilian.
When the first day of the internship arrived, Mosa had instructed her to wait at the bus stop, so that he would pick her up. Soon, a simple car drove in front of it, as Mosa would open the door from the inside. "Welcome. Please have a seat." In that regard it started almost like yet another session of theirs. "How are you doing today? Anything stand out happen?" But there was one extra question in the mix. "Are you nervous?" After she had answered the questions, he would press on the gas and start driving towards the first stop of their trip. It was quite a ways off, but Mosa had always been the talkative type.
"Now, today, we will be interacting with a lot of people. As a hero, your duty will mostly comprise of meeting people from different walks of life, be they most despical of villains..." He gave a bit of dramatic pause, as he turned towards her. "To the little Timmy with a broken leg down the street." He himself, had met both kinds of people. "Now, every single one of those people has their own life story behind them. And every single one of them, will see you as somewhat important. Since you are the one in action in the middle of the most dangerous times the world has ever had." His tone of voice was clearly a little bit more serious than usual.
"But, that is not the only time you will be needed..." He turned his head over in her direction. "What is the other time when you might need a hero around in your opinion?" He wanted to test out what her opinion was first. After all he didn't want to make this experience too boring for her just by preaching something she already knew. He had a bad tendency to do that about things he was interested in.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jul 19, 2019 23:09:54 GMT -4
When the time came to sign up for internships, the rough and ready students of UA had reached out to the strongest teachers they could find, eager to train under those with advanced quirks, experiencing scenarios considerably more harrowing than their daily school life. Farrah, on the other hand, was ready, but not so rough. There was a part of her that wanted to learn what heroes could do without bashing up against things... well, she had already learned they could rescue people, but maybe there was more even beyond that? For that, she decided to reach out to Mosa. Surely, with his relatively gentle demeanor and unusual role here at UA, he could show her a side of the hero studies she didn't normally experience.
All of this was to make her motivation sound a little better than it was. The truth of the matter is, Farrah was also a creature to take the path of least resistance. On some perhaps subconscious level, she had jumped at the chance to take a nonviolent sounding course with staff she already recognized. She felt easy and carefree, not expecting anything tough like Geist might assign her. Perhaps letting her guard down would prove to be a critical mistake, but for now, she was thoroughly relaxed.
For that reason, by the time she got into Mosa's car and he asked her how she was feeling, she wore a big smile and laughed into one hand. Even the unusual situation of sharing a ride in a teacher's private vehicle hadn't really hit her. "Of course, my good man! I'm ready to learn! I have all of this heroic energy to burn! Where shall we go first? To what objective? This humble student awaits your directive!" she announced, snapping a sharp, but silly, salute as she finished up.
That store of enthusiasm was quickly cut into as Mosa reminded Farrah that, as a hero, meeting villains was an almost inevitable part of her duty. She seemed to shrink back into her seat slightly as he continued, now opening her ears. Truth be told, if she was more of the suspicious type, she might suspect that her mom had put Mosa up to giving her this talk. It very closely reflected the words of warning she had received several times since she took up the hero's mantle.
Farrah understood how important that warning was, but she still wasn't fully willing to admit to herself how nervous the idea made her. She had joined up as a hero to spread joy to people... all of this business in the news felt like something else entirely. The heroes she watched on tv never had to face civilian decapitations or messages painted in fresh blood.
With those macabre thoughts, she steeled herself again, this time really listening to Mosa. She was so ready to listen that it came as a surprise when he put another question to her. "Ah, yes... when there is a fire! O-or another similar disaster transpires! Or, or, perhaps when communications go down! That's a time well-suited for me to go to town!" she offered, still thinking big in terms of the kinds of dangerous scenarios she might encounter. She paused, then tilted her head, still smiling, but looking thoughtful. "Or perhaps just to spread cheer! That's one of the main things I hope to do here! I want to be a hero that inspires people to be happy! And I'll do it in a way that's unique and-" she stopped again, giving a few jazzy clicks of her fingers on both hands. "Snappy!"
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Jul 22, 2019 11:02:30 GMT -4
Ah, listening to Farrah was always such a pleasure. Being a lover books, hearing somebody talk like some sort of a hip magician, without any irony behind their voice, just felt fantastical. The sheer energy and readiness behind her was admirable too, as she saluted him in readiness.
However, as he started the more serious business, the energy started to lower, with her listening to him like an actual teacher. It was sort of a sad experience, but taking that this was a teaching situation, he had to hold a little bit differently from the reigns. Although, he needed to keep an eye on her still to make sure he didn't go too far... It was definitely a learning experience both sides. And that was the situation when he offered her the question he had cooked up. Her answers at first seemed quite uncharacteristic of her. Very dutiful and purposeful. He nodded briefly, expecting there to be something else to it.
However, then she brought up what he had sort of expected. 'Spreading cheer', with her dream of bringing people happiness where she went. Now this was something he remembered from their meetings. As she snapped her fingers towards him, Mosa gave off a grin and nodded. "Very good ideas all of them." His eyes turned towards the road. "I hope you will be happy to hear, that what we will be doing today is more of the latter category. It is kind of spreading cheer... but more importantly..." He lifted his hand from the wheel to adjust his glasses.
"It's about being there. Giving off an image, that people are safe near you. That people can trust you." As a priest, this was of utmost importance. When things came down to fate, there had to be someone to help kindle it if it wavered. And if he wasn't trusted, he wouldn't be able to help anyone, because none of them would let him hear anything. In that regard, it was quite similar to his role at the school. "It's one of those things that students tend to forget. It's not always action that makes you look your best. It's the thought behind it all, that counts, as does your presence." He felt a little conscripted by the fact that he had to be driving a car. He so wanted to do something with his hands... "And that is why, we will be going to a place, where the most vulnerable, yet the most judging people reside. People who might not be able to hear you, and will take that as the worst sort of offence, if you are unlucky."
As the trip continued, She would notice they were driving near a hospital towards one of the more lax looking silent buildings around. As he turned over, she could read the big sign over it: 'The gentle sakura nursing home'. "Now don't worry... we most likely won't be spending the whole day here. In my duties, I tend to go from place to place, just doing work in the name of the church. I have informed that you will be coming with me this time." He stepped out of the car, and opened the door for her. He really hoped she wasn't too disappointed. That and the task was probably going to be WAY more of an issue than she was thinking.
"Now, like I said, these people are very fragile, but have a lot to say. They will have an opinion of you at the end of the day. They might request you to do the weirdest of things, just because they are used to it. However, I will try to keep the situation more akin to what your duties will be..." He lifted his bible on his hand, pressing it against his chest. "Anything you want to ask, before we go in?"
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jul 28, 2019 22:47:07 GMT -4
Seeing Mosa push his glasses up made Farrah adjust her own, habitually. If he could spare a moment to pull his eyes from the rode, he would see a big smile lighting up her face, both her smile and her eyes, which even the shades didn't fully hide. "Oh ho ho! Now there's the ticket! This task's so well suited, it's as if I'd picked it!" Farrah celebrated, looking as if she wanted to dance but lacking the space to do it. She settled for kicking her feet up and down in the small space instead. Thankfully, it was a car with plenty of legroom... Mosa probably couldn't drive anything less, given his immense size.
That said, she was forced to recognize that this task had certain elements that were either foreign to her or of which she'd actually already acknowledged her own weakness. For instance, forethought wasn't exactly her specialty. Furthermore, it sounded like the types she was going to be speaking to were, at best, prickly, and, at worst, potentially dangerous. At any rate, it didn't sound like they were the types to buy a Darkshine t-shirt, that was for sure. If her job was to make them happy, she'd do whatever it took... but if here job was to be popular with them... she ended up thinking back to her old school, where she'd become known as a weirdo and excluded from most groups. Things were going well here at UA, where she wasn't even the weirdest one in most rooms, but if she was here representing all heroes, she couldn't afford to play around.
Unless playing around was what made them happy, of course. In which case, she'd play around as much as it took!
With that on her mind, she waited until Mosa opened the door, then danced out, tapping the floor with her feet a few times. No good trying to put on a solemn face, after all. It wouldn't stick; her smile was like a cowlick that just couldn't be smoothed down.
Now that she was out of the car, she could see that this place was a nursing home... not the sort of place she'd imagined, to be sure. This was actually pretty similar to something a non-hero school would assign as an internship, she figured. That didn't mean she could take it any less seriously, of course; this kind of work took a zest for life and abundant stamina. Her elders would surely pick up on her vibe if she acted like she didn't want to be there. Of course, most students wouldn't, but for her, the sight of the Gentle Sakura Nursing Home hadn't deadened her spirits in the least. A part of her was even a little relieved... the people here weren't likely to be very dangerous, even if they got mad at her.
"Never fear! I will tone down my dance. I won't hurt anyone or take that chance!" kicking her legs out with increasing slowness until she finally seemed to finish wringing the last bit of dance out of them, so that she could stand still. "Lead the way! I'm ready for anything! If they want me to sing, I'll sing! Or we'll play checkers! Or maybe Parcheesi! Thinking of fun things to do is easy!" she boasted, pressing one thumb to her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Aug 1, 2019 15:07:58 GMT -4
Mosa nodded. The girl was clearly ready now... both physically warmed up and mentally sound. Albeit, the sounds coming out of her were quite loud. He hoped that that wouldn't become too much of an issue. To his knowledge the old people could be quite hip sometimes, assuming their grandchildren visited them often enough. "Clever indeed. Although, We do need to see what these people have at their disposal. Last time I visited they had broken their mii..." He proceeded to walk towards the building, opening the door... and on the other side was a face that only someone who had to work with annoying people could have.  "You are late sir. We fed them already, so the prayer isn't exactly needed anymore." Mosa coughed into his fist awkwardly, as he proceeded to point towards the girl. The womans eyes proceeded to scan her clothes up and down. "Oh." Mosa waggled his fingers together in thought. She was typically the first one to notice if he had forgotten to tie his shoes or button up his shirt the whole way. silly things like that. And since this place was the most clear about clear about all sorts of disruptions, a girl like this... well he could only wait. "Is the suit mandatory? I could perhaps recommend a dress of some kind instead... Prepare for that in the future." "It is mandatory. 'Just in case'." Mosa whispered towards the lady, with her scoffing quite loudly in answer. "Attention seekers. Atleast it is made with movement in mind I suppose." He offered her hand. "Ruutana. My name. Your task for this day, since it is your first, is just getting acquainted with the people. I will warn you, some of them have quirks. And not the nicest ones. For example, Peter over there..." He pointed towards the living room space, where, almost like planned, a guy with a singular weird antenna was sitting, sending waves outwards. "...likes bullying our radio signals. We do not have radio phones for a reason. Others you will be taking care of, will include Marge, Conrad, the elephant with a trunk that is made for touching any sort of food he can reach, And Felicia, a lady with particular intestine based quirk that causes her to breathe fire occasionally for no discernible reason other than to remind you she can do that." As the explanation continued, Mosa was visibly worried how this would end up. "The rest of them are for mister Ganbaroshi here." "Of course, if you have troubles, you can ask me, and I will come check..." "I would prefer not. Some of these people can get awfully clingy if you stick around for too long." "pardon me." Mosa proceeded to take his hat off, and give a bow. "Good luck. And remember: Presence."His face might not have said it, but it almost felt like he was letting a young one into a bear cave for the very first time. "Now go. Introduce yourself." "HEY! A NEW MAID!" The antenna headed man was already on it waving towards Farrah all sorts of excited and announcingly! Other noises started to be heard from the rest of the folks sitting in quiet peace. "A new maid? Bah, humbug. I liked Honda! Now THAT was a man, who knew how to handle a lady!" "Honda? HONDA!? That person didn't even bring me a single manju during his time here! I'll say, just thinking about him makes me hungry and frustrated!" Behind all this ruckus, faint snoring could be heard behind it. Guess one of them had decided to take an after meal nap. "Do you need anything? Other than a push, that is?" Mosa was the sort of person to always treasure first impressions. What would Farrah do? |
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Aug 9, 2019 0:09:57 GMT -4
Farrah's dancing and smiling was met with equal and opposite enthusiasm by a stranger across the gate. The woman's face brooked no silliness and certainly didn't encourage the sort of wanton, giddy self-expression that Farrah often demonstrated. As the maid introduced herself with some perhaps warranted nitpicking, Farrah reflected that her hero outfit was the type to lose a lot of points on practicality. Between the topcoat, the black color, and the long sleeves, she'd probably be sweating bullets walking around in it, let alone dancing or doing work, were it not for her breathing technique.
The poetess' mouth formed a big O as she craned on her toes to look around the garden for the figures that Ruutana was referring to. "Oh, a vintage medium, that's radio! There's a lot about that quirk I hope to soon know!" Farrah reacted aloud, wanting to know the full extent of the guy's abilities and seeming to, intentionally or otherwise, dismiss the mischief he got up to using it. As the list continued on, she found herself wondering if she'd missed Marge's power... just another thing to ask about later. "Quirks are all so wonderful! Some are surprises! But all are blessings, just in different guises!" she stated her optimistic, but honest, opinion, while smiling at the other guests she'd soon meet and waving if she caught any of their eyes.
To the unwitting Farrah, this was opening up just like being introduced to another new and different UA, with unique faces and quirks she'd need to become acquainted to. The only difference here was that she might have to play bingo with them or join them in a crochet circle, or something, she figured! Easy and fun.
The hero student was a little slow in putting the pieces together, but it seemed she wasn't just working here as a student with oldsters; she was actually going to be a maid for the day. "Oh, should I dress as a maid too? Should I be wearing an apron like you?" she asked, cupping one hand to the side of her head as though to hide her words, though there was nothing secretive about the message. Once Peter made it over, she raised both hands to her side in surprise, then extended one out for a shake and tried very, very hard not to raise her own voice to match his. "A maid, though I am newly made! I've come to serve, as Mosa bade," she explained, pressing the tips of the fingers of her free hand to the breast of her coat with a winning smile.
Already, there were a lot of individual notes to make about the various guests. Only one of them seemed really personable; the other two would take some winning over. If all the one took was manju, that would make things easy enough... provided she could find some manju. As for being a man... well, even with her Kaz acting experience, that would be a little tough. Hopefully, there was some other way to satisfy that one. Of course, one of them just wanted to sleep, so catering to his needs was a simple as putting a can on the dancing for a while.
"The only thing I need now is an introduction, and I can handle it myself, that simple function! Farrah di Prima, at your service! A hero without deeds is truly worthless! I hope that we all shall find ourselves fast friends, for service is my means and smiles are my ends!" she informed them all, finishing in an odd pose with her hands clutched together and one leg raised, like she was perhaps about to toss a bouquet or else, break into song and spin on her heel. Thankfully, she did neither. "In my duties, I plan to be thorough! So perhaps you each have advice on yourselves I may borrow?" she asked, readying her notebook and pen from inside her coat pocket. While it may appear as though she was diligent enough to take notes everywhere she went, the truth was stranger: the notebook was full, almost front to cover now, with poetry on random subjects. Chances were, whatever she wrote down about her new charges, it would probably be in rhyme.
"To serve, I'll need to know all I can! So, if you don't mind, I'll meet the fam!" she encouraged them, hoping to write down a few things that might help her plan an activity for the folks here. That might be a bit above her scope, though... she may be just as well served to stand quietly, at the ready, until they summoned her. If that was the case, it would be a much more difficult task for her... quitting her dance was hard enough. Standing still was a near impossibility for her.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Aug 11, 2019 9:12:56 GMT -4
You could see Ruutanas eyes occasionally glance towards Mosa with her regular glare, that with her tired looking eyes radiated disappointment. "...They are. very much so... couldn't imagine doing this job without it." Mosa didn't actually know what her quirk was, but imagining her calling it outright useful, when she saw other quirks as problems, did hint something. However, her eyes turned into outright slits, as she was referred to as a maid. She leaned forward, giving Farrah a notion that she had better keep in mind. "The correct term is SOCIAL WORKER. You better remember that. It tells you more of the duty than you think." In a way, she was giving her advice, although the weight behind it didn't hide the fact, that being called a maid wasn't her priority. Something the old folk had a bad tendency to say outloud.
However, she did give her an apron. "That should keep you clean." It was frilly, and light blue. Clearly something to stand out from othervise mostly white, brown and greyish building.
And finding out, that he was the very first target of the new 'maids' attention, actually grabbed the girls hand with both of his, shaking wildly, like a guy suffering from the chills. Except his face was proud, excited and happy, with eyes wide open, with big glasses. "OOOH! A beat! I love beats! Nice to meet you!" The man nodded... it was clear this man was propably the most energetic of the bunch. "COME, come! Others await... And uh! No worries this ain't no... BAIT!" He tried his best to follow this excited childs style, as he ran off, to sit back in his chair, as the bickering duo looked at him in contempt. "Pweh, this is what happens when you bring kids around. They all just talk to PETER!" The elephant trunked man with big ears and long tusks turned. "The trick is, that you don't whine about what they give you, you bag of..."
The girls explosive entrance with a long rhyme got an explosive clapping out of peter, who outright put his fingers to his mouth and whistled. This jostled the poor sleeping lady back up. "Wha, wha, WHA!?" She shook her head about all sorts of panicked! "Ah, good morning Marge. Peters up to his old tricks again!" "Oh..." The fragile looking old lady slumped deeper into her big cushy seat. However, the eyes were clearly on Farrah. The other lady in a seat, put a finger in his ear... "Speak up will you, I can't hear a thing..." "please don't..." It was clear that the people had very different motives on things. And everybody had something to say when asking for tips.
"Well, my name is Felicia. I am certainly the most distinguished person in this room. All I really need is you to turn the tv on when the 'secret life of orihime kurama' is on! After that, you can do whatever you want to do, as long as you won't interrupt me during it. That, and some pills might be good, the food was horrendous."
"Well, my name is conrad, and Felicia here would prefer you to be a man!" "Oh, are you starting...!" "As for me, I would like you to bring me something crunchy or sweet! my teeth ache from the need to have something to munch! That and I would give anything to shut Felicia there up about that kurama fellow on tv! His tails are fake as all heck!" "No they are not!" "YES THEY ARE!"
"HEY MAID! Bring us a pair of microphones! I wanna get some beats going! Get you introduced in a proper fashion and what not! Can even get ya some music if you gimme a..." on closer inspection, you could see these little nobs in his ears, as he reached out towards them. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" "Oh come on, FARRAH knows best! She is PRIME material after all, hoho!"
"well... uh... maybe... I'd like to be comfy and try to go to sleep again... so... if you can... maybe..." "Don't be shy marge, say whatcha want!" "Maybe, give me a backrub? I am kind of tense... with all this shouting... Maybe something relaxing would be nice..."
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Aug 19, 2019 11:18:10 GMT -4
"Social worker, eh? I'm a social creature! And today, a worker, a social double feature!" Farrah reassured her fellow social worker and Mosa. After donning her apron, now the sole blue feature upon her otherwise jet black ensemble, she pranced further in to meet her charges.
Some among the group immediately criticized her affinity for Peter, but Farrah had to admit, he seemed to be the only one in the crowd that appreciated her opening. His admittedly frenetic energy seemed to match her own she put out. Unfortunately, the more she listened to the others, the more difficult her task became; the young girl was tugged between cheers telling her she was just right, an old lady asking her to speak up, and another who clearly just wanted some quiet sleep. She was good at modulating her volume, but no one was that good! Farrah would need to come up with some kind of scheme to give everyone what they wanted... or at least not upset anyone any further.
Even the basic introductions got a bit choppy, as the senior citizens seemed to be at one another's throats. Ironically, there was more heated competition here than she remembered seeing during actual training exercises at UA! "Of course, of course, we will watch your show! I will quickly research at what time it goes," she responded, quickly pulling out her smartphone to look up the showtimes. The others continued bickering about the quality of the show as she did. "Now now, I'm sure there is much to appreciate in this tale! If you're not sure what it is, observation avails! I'm sure if you two only watch in pleasant repose, she can tell you the secrets, and you'll appreciate those!" Farrah reassured the two of them, painting an utterly idealistic picture where these two old coots, who seemed to have nothing but animosity after possibly years living together, could bond over a TV show.
If the show was on right now, she would go to fiddle with the TV. If it was later, she would busy herself otherwise until it came on. And if it was cancelled and never coming on again, perhaps only referenced in a fit of alzheimers... well, she would have to adapt.
In her notebook, she jotted down the requirements so far. In addition to TV, she needed to get pills for Felicia and something crunchy and/or sweet for Conrad. She questioned what level of crunchiness he could handle... maybe she could start low and scale up from there.
Peter was calling for her, very loudly. She appreciated his gumption, but his request was directly opposed to that of the sleepy Marge. As she approached the two, she clasped her hands together with a slight bow. "Peter, dear, I appreciate the gesture! But already I believe my voice would pester. You know, how about we enjoy some poetry that's gracefully quiet? Lowering our volume will lend it refinement!" she spoke in her best sing-y whisper voice.
Rather than leave and run back to the entrance, Farrah blew a few black bubbles in the other maid's direction. "Excuse me!" "I need you!" the two would indicate as they popped. Once she had the girl's attention, she would try and enlist help.
"Excuse me, but for Felicia, is it normal for her to take pills? Is there a typical medicine that cures her ills? Perhaps an antacid, after the cooking she mentioned? Or is there anything else normal you have in retention?" she questioned, while tentatively massaging the back of the older woman who'd requested it. She was no masseuse... if Marge needed a chiropractor, she might be better at that, given her drumming experience. The best she could do was be gentle and hope the old gal mostly wanted a backrub. "Oh, also, for Conrad, perhaps some graham crackers? It seems he's the sweet and crunchy sort of snacker!"
For now, she would have to ask the more experienced staffer for everything, because she had no idea where the staff would keep the sorts of things being requested. She was lucky she had managed to spot the remote for the TV earlier! Already, she was wishing she had some sort of quirk that allowed her to grow extra arms or perhaps make clones of herself, so that she could reasonably attend to all of her elders without neglecting one or the other.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Aug 23, 2019 8:02:46 GMT -4
Conrad turned his big ears and trunk towards Farrah, as she even implied, that he didn't know what was up! "This lady has watched all 100 episodes of that show for 3 YEARS RUNNING! And I've been forced to watch EVERY SINGLE one of them during my stay here!" "Just shows that you should watch it better, when you can't even recognize a 9-tailed fox quirk when you see one! You would think a pachyderm remembers this stuff!" "Oh shoosh!" "Channel 3 dear! The show before it is also quite decent, so I don't mind watching it! Although Kurama gets on in 30 minutes!" "Ugh... One of those dang giant robot shows..." Now naturally, it came down to Farrah, if she wanted to put the show on tv, or wait till the actual show came on.
Her offer towards Peter though, got yet another grumble. "POEMS!? You like POEMS!? What kind of a teenager are you?" He almost looked a bit betrayed, like he was expecting to have some fun today. "Ugh, there is no point, if there is no music behind it!" Like a child he crossed his arms and looked away. "Just like that robot show! That one has such a catchy opening! Clever wordplay, absolutely amazing drop!" He waggled his fingers, as he smacked his thighs a bit too excitedly. At this moment however, all of the people watched Farrah as she created some bubbles. "...Now what is that about?" "It's a quirk Felicia. Emitter I suppose?" He was asking it towards the girl sort of curiously. Peter however, Stood up a little and poked the first one... An 'excuse me' popped out. Peter clapped. "Oooh! Special effects too! Come on, you gotta have SOME song prepped!"
The maid however, noticed the rest of the black bubbles coming her way, looking at them mildly confused at first. However, luckily for Farrah, Mosa had seemingly informed her in advance about her quirk... Although the help message was a bit loud for her liking. She came as asked... and luckily for Farrah, she had some legit questions. She nodded. "Well, You do know what her quirk is? Well, in that case you should give her a simple rannia. It Makes it so her intestines don't go wild." Peter giggled, as Felicia gave him a look. Marge meanwhile, was extremely content with the backrub she was getting. She seemingly sunk deeper into her seat, breathing calmly. "I'll bring the medicine and the crackers..." "I don't mind if they are a bit stale! It just makes the flavour a bit more alright!" "...Right."
"Oh yeah, also. Careful with Marge there. She doesn't have any quirks or the sort, so she is a little bit more fragile than the rest of them." With that she was off to grab the medicine and the crackers. Marge seemed like she had sunk even deeper into her chair. Whether because she was very relaxed, or if she was sad, it was hard to tell... Either way, she fixed her blanket a little, and tried to go back to sleep.
"Come to think of it, what do you do in that school of yours? Do you learn posing and shooting lasers out of your arms properly there?" Conrad had seemingly gotten a little bit curious about the girl, after she showed her quirk...
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Sept 1, 2019 18:45:41 GMT -4
Farrah learned once again the old lesson: just because she feels as though there's a nugget of goodness in everything and a spark of friendship waiting to develop between anyone, doesn't mean that the nugget nor spark is necessarily visible to others. Perhaps she'd jumped the gun a bit in assuming that the old man had never done a close viewing of the TV program before. It was a bit stressful, even for her, walking through a potential minefield of stress points. That said, if it wasn't difficult, it wouldn't be an internship. It could be that Mosa had arranged things this way, with these four and their unique squabbles, as part of a test.
The young girl tried to keep that in mind- the hero's way of patience and understanding, that is- as her proposed concessions were mostly shot down. "Ehehe... Well, I suppose different people harbor different tastes! It makes the world such an interesting place!" she chuckled, trying to put a positive spin on it. "It is her fav. Let's let her have that! And I'll pay you back with an interesting chat," she offered, using the remote to put on the show. One thing was for certain: she couldn't be the one to interrupt a many years long ritual of watching a favorite show.
Peter wasn't happy either; Farrah might well take offense at his derision towards her favorite hobby, but instead, she just chortled. "Now, now Peter! What is rap exactly? It's just poetry, she said, matter-of-factly!" she posited, raising one finger. At that, she really wanted to try the same, but with snapping along to show her point... but she couldn't, not without making undue noise. Her hands were tied, metaphorically. "Perhaps I'll show you another time my understanding of poetry and -psh-shik-a-shik rhyme," she offered to Peter, offering him a little sampler of something that perhaps she could accomplish on another visit, when she didn't have to worry about waking someone up.
Her quirk did finally foster some enthusiasm. She tipped her shades up with two fingers and smirked. "This is my quirk, I call it Speech Bubbles! My words, encapsulated, solve many troubles! Conveyance, volume, I alter the two. And with that, the heroic service I do!" she offered, sounding proud of her abilities. It sounded like the backrub was okay, the crackers were going to work, and the medicine was coming. Things were back on track, perhaps?
Farrah eased up her backrub just a bit, in deference to the maid's suggestion. Plus, if Marge wanted to go back to sleep, it would be kind of hard if Farrah was giving her a vigorous rub. Conrad's next question made her chuckle. "Conrad, my fellow, this isn't the school's! Since before I went there, I've been a dancing fool. The second, however, is absolutely right! Well, I can't, from my arms, a laser light. How to make our quirks stronger and better, but also, to use them smarter, or even whether... should we use them at all, in some situations? There are times where rookies sling them, in over-excitation. We reign that in, and learn proper use, to avoid anything like quirk abuse," she explained at length.
That made her wonder... had she already broken school rules by using her quirk in the application of this internship? Mosa would probably step in if he disapproved...
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Sept 6, 2019 17:39:12 GMT -4
Conrads ears flapped a little bit. She had grabbed her curiousity. "Well, you can always try. Felicia is right in the regard, that I do remember everything I've seen!" However, the tv was put on, as a jingle played. A jingle of a sentai show, about a bunch of people that had an ability to turn into robots, which had the ability to combine into a bigger robot. Classic stuff. "Row go, row go RoooowBOTS!" At least peter was into it, and Felicia was tapping her finger to the beat... But the theme song was a bit loud, Marge rubbing her ear a bit towards it... However, it seemed like the overall mood was improved a little bit by the tune.
Peter however just grumbled something at being told to hold back his wants... He clearly had expected the girl to be a little bit different. He did shut up for a little while, as he crossed his arms, and felt a bit insulted.
The bubbles she had emitted still had peoples attention for a bit though. "Speech bubbles, you say? Like in comic books?" Conrads ears opened wide. Meanwhile, Felicia was calmly watching tv, letting the man finally just relax and talk. "It seems like a much nicer quirk than Peter's that is for sure... Way more controllable, if you catch my drift." He nodded his head in understanding.
With Farrah proceeding to explain what they did at the school, Conrad nodded along, completely enticed by it. After all, he had seen news about the hero school very often, even the sports festival, but an actual students experiences were something he had never heard yet. The Quirk usage was brought up too... But all of a sudden, the long speech of rhymes got a mildly distorted background beat... "PSSH TITI PSSSH TI, PSSH TITI PSSH TI!" Conrad had to push his ear forward to hear what the heck Farrah was saying, Marge had been woken up again, as she flailed her head from side to side! And Felicia... "PETER! I didn't even hear the battlecry this time! I thought you liked it!"
However, Peter just looked like he had just successfully proven something! "SEE!? It's an amazing combo, if you just add a bit of a beat to it! Come on! Just one song! It wouldn't h-" He felt fingers on his head... And Everybody could notice certain someone having entered the room. It was Ruutana again. "My quirk... it silences people for a second or two on physical contact." On her other arm, she had a plate with a small pile of crackers, and the Rannia package. "As requested..." "Thank you, miss..." Placing the plate on the small table, she gave a glance towards Farrah, before turning towards the rest. "Now remember, she is new here. She doesn't necessarily know how to do things perfectly yet... give her time. She cares for you all after all." The tone of her voice gave the picture that she had done something wrong. But she didn't tell what. Mosa was looking from the side, thinking how to tell her a tip without accidentally making it too easy... with that, Ruutana left the room.
"SSSSH! It's finally starting!" With that the melody coming from the tv switched to a song, that was almost from a relationship comedy... And yes indeed, a seemingly foxy boy appeared on the screen, with very fuzzy tails on his back... Although one of them definitely looked like a badly painted brush... Conrad groaned, and grabbed a cracker. "Now uh, before that interruption... what were you saying again? could you repeat that?" He seemingly didn't mind the show as much, as long as he was talked with. Marge, having woken up again however, was again looking a little bit sad... although the music from the tv was certainly nicer to listen to than beatboxing.
Peter however, was seemingly the one now in dull mood too... His finger patted on the chair. Guess he was bored again.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Sept 15, 2019 22:52:01 GMT -4
Things remained difficult for Farrah, with the uphill battle of being interesting while also being quiet. At any other time, Peter's insistence that the two join a little impromptu rap session would have been delightful, just the kind of thing Farrah wanted to do as frequently as life granted her the opportunity. Right now, however, she knew that others wouldn't appreciate it... and furthermore, if 3/4 of the room didn't appreciate it, well, it wouldn't speak well to her internship. She bit her lip, using every ounce of her willpower to resist joining in on Peter's bars!
Ruutana came in with the assist, silencing Peter for a bit using her quirk. "What a terrifying power! A quirk like that could turn my whole day sour! To think, my bubble's would be entirely useless. Peter's silence utterly proves this!" Farrah thought to herself with an awkward, gaping smile, as she shivered, picturing a scenario where Ruutana got angry at her and cut off her volume. That would be a trial worthy of an internship, indeed. Farrah definitely got the picture that "good enough" wasn't good enough for this internship... she had to find a way to make everyone happy, as impossible as that seemed. "Thank you, Ruutana. I assure you, I wanna!" she nodded enthusiastically, and perhaps apologetically.
The mood in the room was quite opposite what she hoped to inspire... only Felicia and Conrad really seemed to be doing what they wanted to. Suddenly, she was struck with inspiration. She reached behind one ear, smiling at everyone, then produced a small, jet-black device, roughly the size of a paper-clip. "Excuse me, excuse me, Marge, my dear. Do you see what I have in my hand here? If you will simply clip this onto one ear, you can cancel most noise you'd otherwise hear!" she offered, showing the gal how to operate the device with a discreet slider on the underside. "If you'd like to sleep, this may help! Or if you'd rather talk, feel free to join us as well?" She set the device down on the arm of the couch, then continued a soft rub along Marge's shoulders as she turned her attention back to Conrad.
"Oh, I only said that much of what they teach is control. Most of us have power from the moment we enroll! Guidance gives us what we lack and also helps us plan for when we must attack. So if a student has a laser, they know how to fire, but the teachers teach him to fire it in a way that's inspired! For instance, I can't use my bubbles just to blow out eardrums. That'd make me a true villain and then some! Conveying messages and getting help is much more useful for a hero than a dangerous yelp. And then there's pattern, spacing, rhythm! My quirk needs strategies, and the teachers give em," she explained... not quite a repetition, but she felt like it was more or less her original message.
On the note of clever strategies... she needed one for Peter. He had to be saddest of all, thinking he was going to get a chance to rap along with Farrah but finding himself silenced instead. Unfortunately, Marge wasn't the only one who'd be bugged by his antics... Conrad was thrown out the conversation by it and Felicia found it interrupted her show. She raised one finger, hoping she'd come up with a solution. "Oh ho! A solution comes to mind! Such an inventive answer, seldom I'd find," she gasped, suddenly struck with inspiration. "How about this? I'll make a concert just for you! It'll be a bit weird how we'll need to follow through. If you'll stand over there, nearby that big fellow, I'll deliver you rhymes, mixed spicy and mellow!" she promised. "Lay me a few bars, just a few, if you would. I'll show you a rap like no one else ever could!"
She'd urge Peter to make a few beatboxing noises, so she could get an idea of the cadence he planned to go with, then would give him a thumbs up and point him over in Mosa's direction. Then, making a gesture like she was going to beatbox herself, she'd instead begin blowing bubbles in his direction... Hopefully, that far away, she could entertain Peter without disrupting the other old timers.
"Peter hear me?
If so, then clap!
Or if you choose to
Make a snap!
My voice is like a
Radio
With my bubbles!
We say hooo!"
She breathed a little heavily as she managed to finish that salvo... she'd only just mastered getting five syllables into a bubble, so this was a little challenging for her. In the future, she'd be able to manage this trick a lot better, but at the moment, it was quite taxing. At the very least, she hadn't used any big bubbles, so her throat ought to be okay.
With the bubbles released, she adjusted her shades and turned back to Conrad, smiling. "You see? Heroes do this thing too... Help people smile when they feel blue," she explained, then turned her head back to Peter, hoping her sunglasses were hide how nervous she was at the prospect that he wouldn't enjoy the game.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Sept 19, 2019 14:32:58 GMT -4
The situation was recovering from the sudden outburst of Peters. With her show on tv, Felicia was completely enamored by the foxy man on screen. Conrad was doing decently as well, with his biscuits and just observing what Farrah was speaking and telling. In comparison, Marge was again a bit befuddled. Her nap had been ruined once again, but with the quietness that had ensued, she was surprisingly calm. The reason for the quietness however, was that Peter was a little bit frustrated, having been forced on mute... He clearly didn't enjoy being in such a state for even a moment.
After Ruutana left again, Marge was the first one to get some help, Peter turning his head away, and keeping his mouth shut for now. "Oh... how kind of you..." The old woman uttered, reaching out and grabbing it. "So... just clip it you say?" She proceeded to put it as asked, testing the slider out... only to pull it almost all the way down. The backrub was once again very much appreciated. "...I am not very good at coming up with things to talk about..." "Nonsense. You are way better company than Felicia over there most of the time!" Luckily, Felicia was distracted, and didn't hear that. "She has told me all about her troubles, once we quirked folk started appearing. It's not easy, that much is clear... But she sure is managing well enough." Marge seemingly sunk into the chair once again. However, she put the thing on her ear on complete mute... I suppose this was something she didn't want to discuss.
For now though, the conversation moved onto her studies again. And Conrad couldn't be more delighted! "Yes! Yes, control is essential! We do not want the wild types just go off shooting things willy nilly cause they can!" He was seemingly agreeing with the teachers job. He pressed his big ears against his cheeks, when he mentioned eardrums. "I know they are big. Would make a prime target for you." And in that regard, she was atleast successful in proving that she was pretty clever. "And well prepared, if you have ear clips for folks who don't want to hear you!" He chuckled to himself again...
Meanwhile, Peter was feeling a little bit ostracized. Everybody else was having a fun time except him, and all of it was seemingly his own fault. He was ruminating on it, not saying anything, until Farrah lifted her finger and proceeded to speak of a concert! followed by a brief "SSSSSH!" From Felicia. "R-Really?" His head turned towards Mosa... Who Himself looked a little bit curious. Mosa walked over to Peter and offered his hand. "Let's try it atleast. These children are quite clever when forced into this sort of situations." Peter walked over to the designated position, and placed his hand in front of his mouth, as a brief beat followed... then bubbles started flying towards them. "Hmmm... I think I get it..." He popped one of the bubbles, and a sentence came out to the beat. He kept popping the bubbles, and it turned into a small intricate rap to his beat... Peter smiled, and gave a little bow towards Farrah, as she was saying something to Conrad. "A glorious idea indeed!" "Thank you! I appreciate it!"
However, Peter proceeded to talk with Mosa. "Uhm, If you don't mind, May I ask you something? Since, you know, you are her teacher..." "Of course. What is it?" Peter rubbed his hands together. "Is she... this tight lipped back at the school too? Is the rhyming uh...?" Mosa interrupted before the guy said something maybe rude. "No. She is clearly one of the most happy and go-lucky ones I've seen there." Peter looked a little bit confused. A familiar look, that Mosa often got. "I assume she is just nervous, that she is doing this job seriously." Peter sighed and nodded. "I was a little bit afraid of that..." Mosa lifted an eyebrow. "I hope she will be more fun when she gets over that fear. Those beats are really solid!" Mosa smiled. "Besides... We have too many Ruutanas already, don't you think?" Mosas hand went over to his jaw. Honestly, it was kind of a sudden question which he wasn't ready to yet answer. "Well, I can say, there will be a lot of different kinds of hardworking in the future." "...I hope so."
After that, Mosa helped Peter back to his chair. Atleast he was feeling a little bit better. Mosa himself proceeded to give a small thumbs up to Farrah for the job well done for now, as he went to do his own business. He wasn't sure if Farrah had been there to hear it. He had been concentrating entirely on Peter themselves.
"See!? One of those tails fell off!" He pointed out like he had seen it countless times before, wanting Farrah to point it out as well. And indeed, one of the tails fluffed backwards... although it rose back up quite quickly, it was the middle one. "Oh shut it! The boy is just shy seeing Beagle-kun Again! It's been FIVE YEARS!" "It's been a MONTH, you oldbag!" Marge on the other hand had fallen asleep, and thanks to the thing on her ear, she was not getting up very soon. Peter on the other hand, Fiddled with his thumbs. Was he bored again, or was he just trying to not be a bother?
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Oct 4, 2019 19:13:13 GMT -4
Farrah was pleased that Marge appreciated the gift... she hoped the old gal wouldn't be too disappointed when she had to take it back later. Furthermore, she hoped that making Marge happy was the goal here and not making Marge social... the latter task would be much more difficult than the former.
Quirker history was something others tended to think about much more than Farrah... partially because Farrah had one of those convenient ones you could pull out whenever it was convenient for you, but otherwise, keep hidden. Giving Marge another rub, she out on a sympathetic smile. "Well, each day's a little brighter than the last! We can't control what's in the past. But I'm just glad you all have this nice place! To chat with another friendly quirked face," she praised the facility.
Now that Conrad had gotten a little more comfortable, they managed to have a back and forth chat. "Ha ha, to that, I must say, well... that device is not something they sell! It is a special contraption made at UA. Customer ordered, for my own aid! My quirk can stun me if I don't take care! Detonating a bubble too close in the air... For that, I wear my little clip, to muffle noise with one little slip," she explained. "For other folks, I must be wary, lest my joyful noises prove contrary!"
Farrah took a break to start her concert. Makeshift though it was, it seemed to be appreciated as well. Even she could feel that it was really just a bandaid... even if Peter had fun, he would probably rather all his friends join in too. For once Farrah felt the difficulty that teachers must feel when trying to come up with activities and events for students. Nonetheless, she gave Peter a thumbs up. She was prepared for round two but it looked like Peter was chatting with Mosa, so she let him be for the moment to chat with Conrad and watch Felicia's show instead.
Mosa seemed to approve when he arrived back with Conrad, which made Farrah swell up with pride. She could only assume that Peter had been talking about what a promising student she was! Unfortunately, another old debate had reared its head, her nemesis and white whale: finding a way to make Conrad tolerate Felicia's TV show. It wasn't easily handled and it may be presumptuous for her to even try... after all, Conrad spoke with the justification of someone who had been subjected to torture for many years, while she was a newbie, talking from the outside. Her heroic instinct told her, however, that if she wanted to truly do a good deed today, she needed to smooth over this rocky relationship!
Bravely, boldly, she re-engage Conrad on the issue. "Ho ho ho! But oh, those eyes, did such a detail scrutinize! I think that engaging a subject critically provides insight of another affinity! Think about this: you and Felicia, and all this time, right there amidst ya: this single show! A staple, for two! Causing you to balk and her to swoon! But don't you think there's so much to gain from watching the show, even if it's a pain? She analyzes the show, as a fan! You approach it as the critical man! But together your feelings are heard, each of you pondering the other's word. And is the experience not that much more deep? And isn't, er, Marge totally asleep?" she asked suddenly, easing off her back rub to avoid waking Marge up.
Now that Marge was asleep, she had a little more liberty to do what she normally did: sing and dance around, as long as she didn't get in the way of Felicia's TV. As such, she stood to her feet and clasped her hands together excitedly. "You may think it's a pain! A daily strain! Watching her show again and again! But don't you feel that there's value, just to share, an experience with friends, no matter what fare?" She kicked out one leg (only slightly, she couldn't risk hitting any furniture) then spread her hands to either side over her head. "I think it's grand and simply golden! Even if it isn't your favorite beholden. Watching TV with friends and debating is, in it's own way, exhilarating!" Well, just about everything was exhilarating for Farrah di Prima.
With her loony observation imparted, she looked between Peter and Conrad and raised one finger. "Why, I myself can sometimes test one's patience! My dances confusing and poems, gracious! But I think as a hero student, another lesson we learn, is how opposite values must together churn! To make a great future we all can enjoy! Even if there are some TV shows you want to destroy," she finished, taking her seat again (carefully, so as not to disturb Marge on the couch). "Thinking about it, it isn't so bad! Loneliness is what makes a person truly sad. Even if it takes enduring something you reject, it brings you together, or so I suspect!"
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Oct 8, 2019 12:22:24 GMT -4
Honestly, at this point it was clear Farrah had left a clear impression on every single one of the people in the room. Mostly positive one too, aside from the couple of nitpicks the elderly people could have. Farrahs conversation with Conrad had left a wide smile on his face, with her childish enthusiasm. It was like actually talking to some grandkid of his. The mention of the item being a specifically ordered one did have Conrads attention. "Oh how I wish that, the engineering for hearing aids was even nearly as quick!" A brief chuckle came out. Marge was enjoying her massages with glee of her own, and everything was nice. "...I wonder if the patent for that is going to be just for you, or somebody else too?" It was an admittedly adult thought, as he grabbed another cracker with his trunk...
But then, came the start of another argument. And this time, Farrah didn't seemingly let them go lightly for a distraction. Both raised their eyebrows towards the girl in confusion. Felicia partially because somebody else was now also interrupting the show. However, one thing was clear. The last word hadn't been said. And sentences started once again flying. "See? She clearly knows, which one of us has the eye for the critical! Clearly we should watch something with a little bit more tact and intrigue compared to THIS garbage!" Felicia just scoffed, and lifted her nose up high. "Hah! What I heard was her saying, that you don't have any sense of actual FUN in your life! You cannot enjoy the simple things! Even those crackers are probably too hard for your teeth to accept!" Luckily, Marge was indeed completely asleep, the little thing on her ear blocking any extra voice the duo was making.
The girl proceeded to start dancing excitedly, Peter watching the sight, and getting a little bit excited! Honestly, he felt like cupping his hands together, and giving another beat... but He wasn't sure if she would have liked that. But, there was one thing he could do without worrying too much! He started snapping his fingers to the beat of the rhymes she was doing, whilst notching his head from side to side... This guy had rhythm in his blood!
...But Conrad wasn't amused. He blinked, as his trunk flipped in the air between his tusks, like a snake preparing to strike. "Are you raising your voice at ME!?" Felicia grinned a little, almost thinking she was on her side of the issue. However, soon a tired elephant *Troooot* came out of the trunk, like a sigh. "Oh I understand now. You are at that age of heroism I suppose..." He actually stood up, and walked to Farrah who was now sitting on the sofa next to Marge. "Look, Sadly things aren't just like in those cartoons Peter likes to watch... Sometimes people just need to have a wake up call, that they can't act like something in front of other people. They have to have SOME standards! You'll get it once you grow up." He reached out his trunk, to pat her on the shoulder...
"The problem is that sort of help coming from someone who might not wake up at all the next morning!" Conrads face contorted with angry veins, as he turned towards Felicia. "...DO I need to remind you of what YOU did to wake me up this morning?!" "You wouldn't dare. You always act smarter and then you just stop before you even reach the goa-" "Tell you what, this morning, this lady in front of you, had such a problem with her breakfast, that she had to-" "NO! You are not starting this sort of thing! Or do I need to start to open MY rumour bag on you too!?" "BAH! Like you had anything on me, you fartbag!"
Amidst the loud shouting, Peter reached out and grabbed a cracker from Conrads plate. "Uh, Farrah? I suggest you do not poke your nose into their business! Those people rap with little bit worse words than I do!" He tried to lighten up the mood a little... But it was clear that the two were about ready to grab each other by the throat.
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