Hinabi The Salesgirl (Open)

Jin would be on his way back from the town after buying a large amount of supplies. Electronics, spare parts, pieces of metal, and wires. All of them were easy to get since the local junkyard was pretty damn cheap with their prices. However then comes the unfortunate issue of carrying all the materials.’Oh the things I suffer for my craft', he would mutter to himself as he would carry bags of stuff through the nearby park. It was a shortcut but the stuff he was carrying weighed quite a bit.

Lingering pain in his limbs would be very evident as he would feel his arms and legs getting really exhausted. He would rest every once and while for the fact that his build does not allow him to do a lot of heavy lifting. However he would be almost back but his limbs were at their breaking point and he would sit on a nearby bench. Placing all of his stuff on the bench as well. The pain in his limbs were quite hefty as he wasn't used to this sort as he always asked his brother to do the heavy lifting.

It was then he would notice a young girl sitting on another bench right next to his and see the sign. With a large sum in his wallet and nothing else better to do, he was about ready to try anything to help with the pain all over his body. He would slowly get up and walk to the bench to ask about the sign.

“Is this a joke or are you legitimate?”, he would ask as he would painfully squat to the girl's eye level to speak to her. He is not one to trust signs like that so easily but then he would remember what he did when he was younger. Making gadgets for a small profit as a kid inventor was as crazy as what he was seeing right now. So taking a few chances with something like would possibly pay off if she knows what she is doing. That and he has a hefty sum to spend since he has nothing else better to deal with an issue like this. He could try other methods but lets see if this kid knows what she is doing. If she does, then  he would feel better and his body wouldn't suck as much. If he doesn't then he got ripped off and he can go home and sleep it off. Either way its 50/50 on the success.

"O-oh uh! HELLO CUSTOMER! erm, i'm pretty small, so if it is it's not like you cant take the money away from me", she said teasingly, though she was trying to make them relax with the fact that she was obviously a lot smaller then them. "Through, I give out only the best quality humanely possible, those actual shops? won't even compare! I bet you'll be wanting to pay me a tip after I'm done", she gave out a large prideful and toothy grin. "Did you know the human body is like a phone? lot's of parts! sometimes you just need to fix those certain parts, I have fixed the I-phone 22 in 5 minutes and I read a biology book, so i'm trained!", she rambled off pridefully. Obviously, excited for a good meal. With the police getting on her case with her side-shows, she needed a new hustle and this was her first time doing this practice.

"So which one of you lucky fellows going first!", she said as she puffed her chest pridefully and then crawled for her book bag grabbing out a bunch of flowers and one of those fancy engineering anti-glare eye-protection; quite the particular thing to grab out. "Just tell me what part of you I need to fix", she said almost too confidently. Not even thinking about the possibility that she may be scaring them off by talking to much, her analogies that made sense to her scientifically geared head (Science rank f) or the weird random stuff she was grabbing as she was getting ready to deliver the best care possible.

Desmoshi still wasn't sure about this.  What were the chances that this little girl was better than most of the professionals?  It wasn't that he didn't have the money to go book an appointment.  It was just the pain was so incredibly bad and he wasn't sure if he could make to a masseuse in enough time.  She kept spitting out random things which made Desmoshi even more nervous.  But what choices did he have?  He could either bare through the pain until got to a massage palor or just take a chance.

There was another person with him, who volunteered to go first.  Desmoshi that it was best to not protest against and see what the little girl was capable of on someone else.  Who took a seat on the opposite bench waiting for his turn.  He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds.

Once again, he was walking through the long temple halls, wondering where he was.  Desmoshi had been here a number of times.  Along the walls were different names, some he recognize, others he didn't.  When he made it to the end of the hall he came before two statues.  One of a being with a sun on his chest.  Another with a moon on hers.  What did this mean?  What was the dream telling him?  There was flash of bright light...

Desmoshi woke up with a start.  He figured he must of dozed off for a bit.  He realized he was still in the park.  He looked over to see the little girl was still working on her client and he was still in tremendous amount of pain.  What was his dreams telling him?

The fire raised an eyebrow as he watched her quirk in action. Many questions were going through his head but his body ached and needed relief. Any all all reservations will be directed to her after she does her magic. How does that quirk even work is what he wonders but he just did his usual nonverbal response.

He pointed out the areas of pain that were located on his wrists, shoulders, and back. Most of the pain was around there and from what he recalls what he read in a book, it was better to fix those first then get to the more superficial parts of the body. After noting down the various parts of his that needed help, he simply let the girl do her work.

The flames being near each point did have an effect. A very obvious effect as he felt his pain going away as he moved his fingers and shoulder. It was the first time he had experienced this sort of relief in a while. However the girl was a bit smug in tone and he was rather conflicted on what to respond with as she did her work.

“...”, was the best he can respond with as he gave her a thumbs up for a job well done. He looked over to the other person who was there and did the same to him as he gave a thumbs up.

Hinabi was very good, increase the heat over the tenser spots off their body and cooling down on the normal spots; thermalology was a common way to treat patience after all used in rehab and many other ways. She would know, this was her way to kill the superstation fire was only to hurt; she wanted to heal unlike her parents. After a few minutes of doing her gig, the flames dispersed with seemingly happy customers that she was ready to boost about.

"See, I told you you'd like it", she said a bit smugly, which honestly if she was not a child might have got her smacked a few more times by people then she would like to admit. She put the goggles off her face and stuffed it into the bag. "There you go, now you guys wont be in pain", she said as she sticked out her chest a bit cockily and looked up. "I will be be here for the rest of the week if you need it!", she said as she looked at the two boys, knowing if she could get just a few bucks off these kids she could eat fancy for a little while, and stop eating nasty bread and watery soup.

Desmoshi was feeling so much better! Who knew that a tiny person with a heating quirk could solve all his problems? "Hey, you are not so bad, short-stuff," Desmoshi said with a smile. He could feel his muscles beginning to relax as he stretched them out. "You know what? I agree with, you dude," Desmoshi said after Jin had commented. "You know what you earned it." He paid triple to the little girl for the excellent job she did. "If you are still around, I can refer some friends here as well."

Desmsoshi was still thinking about how many people made up this world. From people who can turn into dragons to a little girl with heat pads for hands, it never ceases to amaze Desmoshi of all the people with quirks in the world. Still, though, the major issue with all of this was quirkless people did not agree with powers being existent in this world. Some say it's too dangerous or people will use it for evil. However, Desmoshi believed it would be no different than quirkless people using weapons. It all depends on the person's morality and how they chose to use their talents. And this little girl here chose her talents to help people.

“Vigilantes? Us?”,Jin would say as he heard the little tgirl speak. He wasn the last person to expect to do that sort of work let alone even fight in the field considering his frail build. “I don't see much issue with using your quirk out in the open...and you did fix me up so reporting you would not help at all”, he added as he side stepped her question about beating bad guys. He took out his wallet and gave her some cash with some extra as he can feel his joints and limbs.

“Since you patched us up, I could offer to get you some food as additional payment..”, he offered as he pulled out his phone. He checked his phone for any nearby stores that had a good selection of sushi for the young girl as he scrolled through the list. He kept a cool expression as he scanned the area for any shops as he put most of his energy into doing this.

"Though I am curious, how does your quirk work exactly since healing types are rare from my area..just for research and notes for gadgets that can help people of this type.", he added on as he took out a small notebook for note taking.