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featherbeaned) wrote2010-10-19 11:15 pm
featherbeaned) wrote2010-10-19 11:15 pm
PSL
[ 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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[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.