Post by Niso Konto on Oct 24, 2019 18:15:05 GMT -4
Ya know, when left to their own devices, Quirkers could find interesting ways to make money out of their quirks.
In niso's case he'd done one specific thing with his quirk since he arrived at this excited little gathering of villains and that was making sure that everyone got a chance to punch him, and he managed to turn a profit while doing it. It had started by overhearing a frustrated criminal just saying he wanted to punch something and offering it for a fee, and before long a crowd had formed taking turns beating the shit out of Niso and paying for the pleasure. On the one hand, fucking OW. On another hand, Niso was literally being paid by criminals to learn how their quirks worked, how best to defend against them, and basically just scoping out the competition and learning he could survive the worst any of them could dish out.
Today, he was trying for something a little more simple and less painful for him, but still both profitable and providing him further skills to utilize against all these other idiots. He had set up his own little impromptu booth in an alleyway, using an old base he'd found and using several sheets of paper stapled together to fix up a sign, reading, in scrawly handwriting. 'Pinocchio's impressions'. Here people could show him pictures to practice his shapeshifting skills with. Now. He wasn't ACTUALLY a shapeshifter, that wasn't the nature of his quirk, but by telling his cells to generate flesh, subtract it, shift his internal bones about, with time and patience he could figure out how to take on the visual appearance of others.
Larger things he couldn't do. Height was nearly impossible to change given he couldn't take apart his spine, but things like facial details, blemishes, hair length, eye color, all within the realm of possibility, and the more he did it, the more he learned, and that meant the more people he could impersonate, and the more he could get away with under the guise of another all in pursuit of his beloved chaos...
Right now business was slow. The auction was supposed to be starting soon so a lot of people were rushing towards the site of the thing to get a good spot for all the tech and armaments they wanted to grab. Niso didn't care too much. He kicked his feet up and leaned back in his chair, yawning loudly and resting his head back on the wall behind where he'd set up his stall.
In niso's case he'd done one specific thing with his quirk since he arrived at this excited little gathering of villains and that was making sure that everyone got a chance to punch him, and he managed to turn a profit while doing it. It had started by overhearing a frustrated criminal just saying he wanted to punch something and offering it for a fee, and before long a crowd had formed taking turns beating the shit out of Niso and paying for the pleasure. On the one hand, fucking OW. On another hand, Niso was literally being paid by criminals to learn how their quirks worked, how best to defend against them, and basically just scoping out the competition and learning he could survive the worst any of them could dish out.
Today, he was trying for something a little more simple and less painful for him, but still both profitable and providing him further skills to utilize against all these other idiots. He had set up his own little impromptu booth in an alleyway, using an old base he'd found and using several sheets of paper stapled together to fix up a sign, reading, in scrawly handwriting. 'Pinocchio's impressions'. Here people could show him pictures to practice his shapeshifting skills with. Now. He wasn't ACTUALLY a shapeshifter, that wasn't the nature of his quirk, but by telling his cells to generate flesh, subtract it, shift his internal bones about, with time and patience he could figure out how to take on the visual appearance of others.
Larger things he couldn't do. Height was nearly impossible to change given he couldn't take apart his spine, but things like facial details, blemishes, hair length, eye color, all within the realm of possibility, and the more he did it, the more he learned, and that meant the more people he could impersonate, and the more he could get away with under the guise of another all in pursuit of his beloved chaos...
Right now business was slow. The auction was supposed to be starting soon so a lot of people were rushing towards the site of the thing to get a good spot for all the tech and armaments they wanted to grab. Niso didn't care too much. He kicked his feet up and leaned back in his chair, yawning loudly and resting his head back on the wall behind where he'd set up his stall.
