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featherbeaned) wrote2010-10-19 11:15 pm
featherbeaned) wrote2010-10-19 11:15 pm
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[ It's been almost two months since Miya first came to this world: an alternate Earth, so similar and yet so different from the Earth she's adopted as her home. Quirks, heroes, villains … there's so much to see, so much to hear, so much to learn! But, as fun as it all is, as much as she loves to explore new places, that's not exactly why she's here.
There are Feathers here. Her feathers. Crystallized fragments of her quintessence, shattered upon her desperate escape from the clutches of an evil witch. They'd scattered throughout time, space, and the multiverse, and she has to get them back. If she doesn't … well. She's seen what the Feathers can do in the hands of the witch and her henchmen. She's seen what the Feathers can do on their own.
(Also? They're hers. She doesn't want to live the rest of her life with pieces missing, thank you very much.)
So, here she is. Alone. Kit has placements, projects, and end of year exams he needs to concentrate on, and she'd left him with the promise that she'd be okay, and that she'd be back as soon as she could be. She can get in touch if she needs him, and he can do the same. Hopefully he won't have to; thanks to her recently regained time manipulation magic, she'll be getting home minutes after she'd left. ]
[ One Feather had brought a book to life, which might not have been so bad, if the book in question hadn't been Jurassic Park. Another had warped a perfectly ordinary goose into a four-storey high monster from hell. The third had caused a blizzard in August and blanketed the entire city in several feet of snow.
The fourth …
The fourth Feather had bonded with a young Pro in desperate trouble, saving their life but sending their Quirk spiralling out of control. People could have died. The hero could have died, torn apart from the inside out. She'd gotten there in time, thank all the stars, but … whew. Bad day.
Then there's the villains. Miya doesn't always stick her snout into all that — she's got her paws full already, and there's only so much magic she can use in a day. Sometimes, though, when the humans need help … when she knows she can make a difference … She can't stand by and do nothing, if doing nothing means watching innocent people suffer and die. She swoops in, helps out, and then swoops out again as quickly as possible, before the Pro Heroes have a chance to regroup and ask awkward questions. Easy enough. Being able to turn herself invisible has its perks! ]
There are Feathers here. Her feathers. Crystallized fragments of her quintessence, shattered upon her desperate escape from the clutches of an evil witch. They'd scattered throughout time, space, and the multiverse, and she has to get them back. If she doesn't … well. She's seen what the Feathers can do in the hands of the witch and her henchmen. She's seen what the Feathers can do on their own.
(Also? They're hers. She doesn't want to live the rest of her life with pieces missing, thank you very much.)
So, here she is. Alone. Kit has placements, projects, and end of year exams he needs to concentrate on, and she'd left him with the promise that she'd be okay, and that she'd be back as soon as she could be. She can get in touch if she needs him, and he can do the same. Hopefully he won't have to; thanks to her recently regained time manipulation magic, she'll be getting home minutes after she'd left. ]
[ One Feather had brought a book to life, which might not have been so bad, if the book in question hadn't been Jurassic Park. Another had warped a perfectly ordinary goose into a four-storey high monster from hell. The third had caused a blizzard in August and blanketed the entire city in several feet of snow.
The fourth …
The fourth Feather had bonded with a young Pro in desperate trouble, saving their life but sending their Quirk spiralling out of control. People could have died. The hero could have died, torn apart from the inside out. She'd gotten there in time, thank all the stars, but … whew. Bad day.
Then there's the villains. Miya doesn't always stick her snout into all that — she's got her paws full already, and there's only so much magic she can use in a day. Sometimes, though, when the humans need help … when she knows she can make a difference … She can't stand by and do nothing, if doing nothing means watching innocent people suffer and die. She swoops in, helps out, and then swoops out again as quickly as possible, before the Pro Heroes have a chance to regroup and ask awkward questions. Easy enough. Being able to turn herself invisible has its perks! ]
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[But he's spotted them in more "normal" villain encounters as well. Whoever they are, they do seem to be trying to help, if not entirely legally...]
[And today, he's on his way to the latest reported incident- only to collide with- what did he collide with?? He grabs onto whatever it was on reflex- or whoever it as? As he instinctually redirects and braces himself to a safe landing on one of the buildings below... well, safe for them at least. There may be some cracks in the roof under his feet now.]
[As for who he collided with...]
Oh! It's you!
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[ ... ]
[ Blinking her bright, jewel-like eyes open, she finds herself staring up at ... All Might. The most beloved hero of this world. The ridiculously strong human she's so often run into when she's been chasing Feathers or lending a paw against the villains. The one guy she could've sworn has tried very hard to talk to her at least once. And he's ... holding ... ]
[ Her ]
[ With a squeaking chirrup of alarm and a flurry of beating wings, she flips herself right out of his arms and onto all four paws several feet away, her considerable volume of feathers all on end. In those few milliseconds of movement, she grows. A lot, from the size of a very small pony to the more massive form he's familiar with. ]
It's you! Where'd you come from all of a sudden?
[ ... Surprise! The dragon is British! And apparently feminine, which is more than anyone's been able to tell for sure so far. ]
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[Is she smaller than usual...? Not that changing size is too unusual these days-]
[Ah, yes, there it is.]
Me? You're the one with a penchant for disappearing from sight!
[He sounds more cheerful than accusing...]
I've been wanting a chance to talk to you- but there's no time right now. A villain is on the loose.
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[ Her ears prick at the mention of a villain. She had been heading off in search of a good meal, but ... ]
Villain's more important than a chat! Go, go. [ If he's there, the villain doesn't stand much of a chance. Still, she adds, ] I'll come too.
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[Honestly he would have asked her to come with him, with low expectations- so to have her offer makes him smile that much more brightly-]
You will? That's great! We can have a proper chat as soon as I've taken care of this!
[Considering her size, wings, and the way they collided, he's sure she can follow him easily enough! Which is to say, he winds up for another jump and, takes off,,,]
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We'll see about that!
[ She could still decide to just throw herself into the sea after some tasty fish. For now, though, she leaps up after him, powerful wings beating once, twice, three times, until she's following behind and to one side. One accidental collision was more than enough for her, thank you very much. ]
[ What is his quirk, though...? Human flea? Fleas are awful jumpy for their size, aren't they? No, that's not right - ]
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[He is most certainly not a flea!! And he moves very fast- which means soon enough Here They Are, and... moments later, the villain who was causing mayhem during a robbery escape with some kind of glue quirk has been stopped and restrained. The day is saved!!]
[...There's still gobs of glue on everything, though.]
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[ Well. He's got it well enough in hand, and it's not like they need her magic to clean up icky goopy glue. She ends up perching herself atop a nearby convenience store, watching like a mildly judgemental cat on a shelf. The roof is one of the few glue-free spots around; she doesn't want to think about the mess it'd make of her plumage. ]
[ Maybe she should just go. Now. While he's nicely distracted. ]
[ ... ]
[ ... ... ... She doesn't move. ]
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[He's only distracted for so long; the are heroes with better quirks to help with cleaning up a situation like this, and besides, he has other important business to attend to-]
[As soon as he looks around and spots her, HUP, here he is, on the roof beside you.]
Thank you for coming! You're a very difficult person to get ahold of, you know.
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[ Settles in to sit, cat-like, with her long, floofy tail coiled around to drape over her big ol' paws. ]
I'm a busy, busy bee. What d'you want to talk about?
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First of all, you must be aware that your activities haven't been entirely legal.
[He's obviously not like, arresting her, but he's giving her an opening to explain herself-]
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[ And completely unrepentant. ]
[ Listen. Listen. She's been here long enough to know that she doesn't particularly want to be on All Might's bad side, but she's both unafraid of him and pretty sure he's not angling to accuse her of Villainy. ]
It's hard to walk away when you know somebody needs your help. So I've been lending a paw while I'm in the area.
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I can't argue with an attitude like that! But I also can't help but notice the unusual happenings of late, and that your appearances began right around the time that those started.
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Actually, my appearances started right after the first anomaly. [ If by "right after" we mean "the next day" ]
[ The heroes had this world had done a good job punching dinosaurs in the meantime. Luckily. She's a predator, herself, but she still would've felt bad if a fragment of her wayward power had eaten people. ]
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[That counts as right around!!!]
[But it sounds like she's perfectly aware of that correlation.]
In that case, it would seem you may have some knowledge of what these "anomalies" are, is that correct?
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[ Her tail swishes slowly at the tip, feathers rustling across the roof, and then flicks faster, just once or twice ]
[ because she promptly sits on it ]
[ shut up, tail ]
It's. Complicated? It's complicated. Are you trustworthy, All Might?
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["Are you trustworthy, All Might" sure is an unusual question, huh. But of course he's not about to pull a Don't You Know Who I Am. He lets out an All Might laugh instead.]
Of course. You can always count on me!
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[ She has many Valid Concerns ]
[ She just knows that he, too, has many valid concerns ... ]
Sssssssooooooo ... if I said that those anomalies were ... [ Brings a paw to her chin. How can she frame this in a way that a human from another word will understand? ] They're not something you can help with. Well. You can help, but I'm the only one who can stop them.
[ The only one in this dimension, anyway. ]
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[There sure are many concerns to go around right now!]
Then I would ask you to elaborate further on why that is the case.
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[ Her irreverence fades, those mobile, expressive ears laying flatter.]
Simplest way to put it is ... okay, think of a quirk, right? It's a part of a person, body and soul. Now imagine you could take that quirk out of the person.
Person here. [ Lifts a paw. ] Their quirk here. [ Lifts her other paw. ]
[ Then she mimes dropping the quirk she'd been holding ]
So now there's a whole lot of quirks and quirk bits scattered around everywhere.