[Sonya Chernovna]

dont fret, dearie Many companies sponsored heroes and students, providing them with the funds to get the resources they needed to succeed. In exchange, both hero and company shared a brand image, which increased profits. Some companies sought out individuals to sponsor on their own, their financial powers being great enough to spare the resources to do so. Many, however, connected to their clients through ASTA. The multi-national company responsible for seeing to heros needs across the globe. The CEO of that very company, Sonya Chernovna, was a person of refinement and dignity. Her glowing skin, a cosmetic-grade quirk which was what kept her away from becoming a hero in her own right, sparkled when those looked at it. She shook hands with the wealthy, the powerful, and the well connected, all in her single-minded pursuit of ensuring that Heroes were given the maximum treatment. Yes, dignified, refined, and- "So tell me," Sonya breathed, looking deep into the eyes yet another woman. A delicate hand between her own hands, her thumb brushing over knuckles. Her lips thinned into an easy smile, "Where can I steal you away to?" The blushing woman stammered incoherently as Sonya leaned in closer, the pressure between them building. She trembled a little, while Sonya was not the tallest woman in the world, her presence cast a massive shadow. It was intoxicating. Sonya tilted her head a little ... only to stop as fingers wrapped around her earlobe and tugged. "Mistress please!" Kaede, her secretary, growled as she pulled Sonya away from her latest meal. "Ow ow ow ow! Kaede! Have mercy dearie! I'm so bored!" Sonya whined, getting dragged towards the door leading out of the small room she'd snuck into. "Your appointments are here, ma'am, keep track of time," Kaede grunted. "But that's your job~" Sonya teased, only to have her ear tugged again. "Aieee! Come onnn!" "Then stay nearby so I can manage your time!" Kaede growled. Sonya grinned and wrapped her arms around Kaede's waist, "Stay with me forever Kaede~" Kaede paused, stared at her, then bonked the CEO of a massive corporation on the head before dragging her off to the restaraunt she'd set aside for the interviews. Sonya waved playfully at the confused woman and made a call me motion with her fingers before going around the corner. ...dignified. Sonya stepped into the restaraunt with all the glowing presence she was known for. Her arms outstretched as several young heroes-in-training got to their feet. She greeted everyone magnanimously but kept her words short, going straight into the interviews in a private room. There she met with each young up-and-comer one at a time. Going through the motions as she got to know the future of hero society even better. Finally, the last of the young trainees was invited in and Sonya let out a small yawn, eliciting a glance from Kaede. She stuck her tongue out before brightening as the door opened... I just want to play May Twenty-First

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[Uncle Satori: Look kiddo. I know you’re nervous. I know like me you’re not the biggest fan of the business side of heroing. But, if this is the path you want to walk. You’re going to have to get used to it. An interview like this with a company like ASTA is extremely good exposure. So just take deep breaths and be yourself. Ok?]

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Sitting in the back of a cab, May let out a small sigh at her uncles response. She should have expected as much. Her uncle had decided to become a teacher because he hated the business and publicity side of heroing. May wasn’t really against it, she was just nervous was all. She stared at the screen of her phone blankly, considering her response.

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The cab driver, a middle ages man with bright white fox ears and a toothy grin looked in the mirror at her, “Awfully fancy outfit you’re wearing Miss. You a businesswoman or something?” He asked curiously.

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It was true, she did look like she was headed somewhere to conduct business. Dressed in a formal outfit that had been clearly tailored to fit her body with an elegant bowtie at her neck, she did look the part. But the truth was, “It’s uh…an interview. I’m hoping to be a hero someday.”

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The man’s face seemed to light up, “A hero eh? Dangerous business that. But if your hearts in it, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

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May smiled, appreciating his kind response. Glancing down at her phone she’d look at the time. This cab driver was cutting his estimated time awfully close, but then she could see the building from here so they weren’t too far off. She opened up her conversation with her uncle and quickly sent a text back.

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[May: I’ll do my best. We’re almost there, wish me luck!]

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Her phone beeped almost instantly.

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[Satori: Heroes like you don’t need luck. Just keep that smile of yours on kid!]

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May smiled and flipped her phone shut, tucking it into her messenger bag emblazoned with the UA crest. It was just in time for the cab driver to slow down and come to a stop in front of their destination. May tugged a wad of currency from her bag and offered it to the driver, “Thanks for being so nice. I don’t need any change!”

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She knew tipping culture wasn’t a big thing in japan, but after her year in the America’s, she’d kind of gotten used to it. She didn’t give the driver time to argue, slipping from the car, taking a minute to flick a few rebellious strand of pink hair from her face and headed into the restaurant. It seemed a curious place to conduct interviews, but then. She’d recently had an interview/study done in a lab running tests on her quirk. So this was hardly out of the ordinary she guessed.

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Alongside several other heroes in training she sat. She had been the last one to arrive, just getting to her seat when Sonya made her appearance. May dipped into a polite curtsy and then sat down. Because she’d arrived last, it meant her interview would be last. Which SO did not help the anxiety bubbling around in her stomach.

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Little-by-little the group trickled down, some people left smiling, some people left with looks of consideration of their faces. May watched them curiously, hands folded in her lap. She reached up, tugging at the suit that clung to her form. Much as her hero costume was fairly tight, it wasn’t restrictive like this outfit was. Her hero costume gave her room to move freely whereas this suit wasn’t mean for quick or big movements.

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“Miss Hayashi. It’s your turn.”

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May blinked herself out of her train of thought as the woman invited her in for her interview, “Oh! Yes. Sorry.” She hurried to her feet and headed into the room she was directed to.

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Stepping inside she’d offer a bright smile and dip into a polite bow, “Hello. Thank you for inviting me today.” She said politely, standing up to look at the two women before her. She knew a little bit about ASTA and those working at it, but not quite enough to identify the pair sitting before her. Her multi-colored eyes studied them for a moment, noting their features. Memorizing the ones she found most interesting.

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[Sonya Chernovna]

dont fret, dearie May would walk into the private dining room and find herself face to face with a two-seat table. There she would see a woman wearing an outrageously eccentric outfit, white jacket with white feathers around the collar and a narrow pink tie over a white shirt. Her white slacks held firm with a silver belt. Sonya Chernovna turned with her legs crossed and offered an easy smile, her hot-pink mechanical eyes glowing faintly as they twisted and turned inside of her head. Behind her, the blonde and strict-looking woman in glasses stepped up and greeted May with a silent nod, "May Twenty-First, thank you for coming. In lieu of the usual interviewer, we have a guest interviewer today," Kaede said before stepping aside to gesture to the chair across from Sonya for May to sit. "This is the CEO of Allied Support Technologies Association International, Sonya Chernovna." With that, she moved towards a door that lead out of the side of the room, "I will go get the refreshments," Kaede said, and vanished from sight. Sonya sat without moving for a second, her eyes completely unblinking. She quirked her lips into a grin, "You have an adorable name dearie," Sonya teased, before snorting out a laugh and gesturing to the chair across from her. "Come and sit, sit! I'll pull up your file and go over it while you get comfortable and catch your breath, don't worry, I'm not here to bully you or anything. Let's have fun, I hate boring interviews," Sonya rambled, leaning back in her seat. She closed her eyes for a moment and pulled up the files in her hud, drawing on the ASTA network and the database of Quirk Users that her company had access to through their government contracts. It only took a moment to find her name, she had a very unique one. That said, something puzzling happened. Her quirk only had it's name listed, not a proper description. Curious. She opened her eyes as Kaede returned, set down some glasses of chilled water and left again. She sipped at her own drink, "You're quite pretty, have you considered modeling, dearie?" Sonya asked. I just want to play May Twenty-First

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May wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when she entered the room. Anything to do with heroes seemed to be ready to throw a plot twist in at any moment. But as she entered and looked upon those present she smiled lightly. The overly eccentric outfit the woman was wearing certainly dialed down the tension a few notches, relaxing the butterflies in the pit of May’s stomach.

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She tilted her head a little bit. She hadn’t been informed of any guest interviewer. There was the twist she was waiting for. But at least in the grand scheme of things it was fairly small. She smiled lightly, “A pleasure meeting you Miss Chernovna..” She hoped she didn’t butcher the woman’s name when she spoke. She moved forwards, easing into a chair and settling down.

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“I mean, it’s technically not my real name. Just the one that’s kinda stuck through the years.” She chuckled softly, “But thank you. I love your outfit, and here I came all dressed for business…clearly I should have opted for one of my performance costumes.” She responded, leaning into the fact that the woman wanted a fun interview, not all business. May could work with that. Her uncle had kept hammering home that she should simply be herself.

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“You don’t seem the bullying type. So I’m not too concerned.”

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She watched curiously as the woman closed her eyes. She may have wondered what she was doing, but given her eyes were mechanical her guess was at some sort of tech built in that let her access information. It reminded her of her friends holographic HUD that displayed relevant information while she was working. May reached into her messenger bag for moment, digging around until she found her phone, which was vibrating audible. She pressed the button to silence it.

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“Thank you.” She said, accepting the glass of water and taking a small sip. A line of pink filled her cheeks at the compliment, “I can’t say I’ve considered that, no. The path I’ve chosen tends to be dirty work, I imagine there isn’t much room for looking pretty.” She tousled her hair gently, “I assure you I don’t look so put together all the time. Have you done modeling before then?” The woman certainly looked like she’d feel comfortable in front of a camera.

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After giving Sonya time to answer she’d clap her hands together gently, “So, I’ve never done an interview like this. What would you like to know? I’m pretty much an open book despite most of my public information being locked behind stupid firewalls.”

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[Sonya Chernovna]

dont fret, dearie Sonya regarded May with a genuine smile as she set down her glass, chuckling a little. "You should consider it, you'd be surprised how Hero Work and other fields tend to cross over with one another. After all, that kind of connection is entirely the foundation of my business model and look at me," She offered with a playful wave of her hand, reclining a bit in her chair. She grinned, "I have done a bit of modeling, I did a swimsuit spread for this years summer special edition," She said as if it were talking about the weather, crossing her pale legs and exhaling. When May got to the crux of the matter, Sonya snickered and nodded, "I imagine you havent, I'll ask you some questions, we'll go back and forth. But first I'll explain a little bit about what ASTA does. I'm sure you already know but just so we're clear." "ASTA is a company that provides support, agency, and sponsorship services to heroes. While ASTA does sponsor heroes directly, it rather uncommon and exclusive, normally we connect heroes with other companies to sponsor them, like Poca Cola and Cepsi. They recently signed a few heroes. Not only do we work with licensed heroes, we also assist heroes in training, like yourself, become the best they can be," Sonya explained, reaching for her glass again and sipping at it. "On that topic, the first thing I'd like to know is... why are you here?" She asked, leveling May with a even stare. "Why is May Twenty-First sitting here right now?" I just want to play May Twenty-First

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May flicked a few strands of rebellious pink hair from her face and shrugged a little bit, taking a sip of her water, “I guess hero work does kind of take on a lot of different aspects doesn’t it?” She knew of a couple pro’s who had branched out to ‘grow their brand’. Some of the top makeup lines in the country were owned and promoted by pro’s. She furrowed her brows a little bit.

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May considered Sonya for a long moment. The comments about modeling were curious. But she assumed Sonya was just confident, “Thou have to be pretty confident to do a spread like that I bet! I couldn’t imagine showing THAT much of mine body to the public.” May was happy to just roll with the conversation. Having it be a bit more casual was actually kind of nice in a way, it helped to relieve her nerves.

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Most of what Sonya told her, she already knew. Her Uncle had encouraged her to do a bit of research on ASTA before attending the interview, it showed she had genuine interest. But regardless, she listened and nodded as Sonya explained what they did. ASTA did a little bit of everything it seemed. Including modeling apparently. That particular aspect seemed to not fit in quite as well with the other aspects of the business.

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‘Why is May Twenty-First sitting here right now?’

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Deep breaths. She’d prepared for these questions. She’d totally rehearsed a good answer to it! Aaaaaand ADHD totally ate every memory she had of it. So she took a long moment to respond, meeting Sonya’s gaze with her own multi-faceted hues, “You know. I’ll be honest, I really don’t know.”

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It seemed a terrible answer, but then she just went with her honest gut, “Truthfully, I’m here because I know that nobody makes it anywhere in the world of heroes unless they have connections. People to look up to, learn from. I guess in coming here today I’d hoped to maybe make some sort of connection, to see what the future might hold if I put mine self out there.” She reached up, pushing her fingers through her pink hair and dug into the tie at the back, undoing it. She hated having her hair up.

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“That’s probably the worst answer ever, but it’s the best I can offer. I’m here, to learn about ASTA, and perhaps myself a bit in the process. I doubt I'm half the hero that the other candidates who came today are, but some day I hope I can fight alongside them. Give my all for the people and do as much good as I can.”

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[Sonya Chernovna]

dont fret, dearie Sonya crossed her legs again, looking straight at the young woman sitting across from her. Her eyes did not so much as blink, she didn't really need to after all. Rather, she kept her focus entirely on the young woman, not missing a single detail of what she had to say. Her hands rested in her lap as she listened, her lips quirking into a smile when she admitted she didn't know. Those words alone caused her eyes to flutter shut and she focused entirely on listening, nodding along. Her practical words struck a cord with Sonya, words that marked her as a realist, as someone with an outlook of sheer self reflection. Her eyes opened as the girl let her hair down and visibly forced herself to relax, being honest about her expectations and what she wanted out of this interaction. Sonya's eyes sparkled as she sent a mental command to the team outside the door, the interviews for today were over. Sonya let out a sigh of relief, "Finally, I found what I've been looking for." She broke into a magnanimous smile and nodded, "Good, very good answer. While I may be indirect with my words at times, I may be even play games with them, but I have a rule about honesty." Sonya said very firmly, holding up a finger, "My word is more precious to me than any amount of money, and I value wisdom and self-reflection just as much," She nodded to the girl and quirked a lip, "Don't sell yourself short, I'd say you're twice the hero compared to the other candidates, dearie." She immediately set a tablet down between them, "I want to personally sponsor you through your education and through your work as a hero, May." She gestured to the tablet, "That is an agreement between the two of us, to sum it up, I want to ask you about your quirk next, that agreement is binding, and holds me accountable for information regarding your quirk." Sonya did not mention how rare an opportunity this was for a hero on it's own. Any hero she had this pact with, she would not use her knowledge of them against, even as Ishtar. Such was the weight of her word.  She waited to see what the girl did before going any further, letting the weight of the moment hang in the air. I just want to play May Twenty-First

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[May Twenty-First]

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~Gods that was such a stupid answer. That’s a good way to ruin your chances at getting absolutely anything out of this May. But then, what else was I supposed to say? I wasn’t going to lie. Honesty is the best policy even if Uncle Satori told me to lie through my teeth. Bah. He’s a bad influence sometimes.~

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You could almost see the gears turning in May’s head after she provided her answer. Hints of doubt in her words, perhaps even a bit of worry etched into the lines of her face. All of which evaporated when Sonya finally responded to her. She was a bit caught off guard at the response. SHE was what ASTA and by extension, Sonya, were looking for? May tilted her head a little bit, a few rebellious strands of pink hair dancing in her face.

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~Glad I went with honesty.~ Then again, there had only been one time in May’s life that she’d genuinely lied and it had cost her someone important. She didn’t intend on walking that path again any time soon, even if it meant furthering her career.

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May let a smile slip across nude painted lips and let out a small sigh of relief, “And here I was worried that was the worst answer I could have given. Thank you.” She eyed her curiously for a long moment. It would seem that above all, Sonya really did value honesty. May could most certainly appreciate that.

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May rubbed her head, “Being honest, I’m probably not. Not yet. But I will be some day, because even I save only one person. I want to do it with everything I have.” She was determined, that despite her shortcomings. She’d surpass them all, some day. Even if only for a moment. Not that she saw it as a competition, but May was one a hero who was willing to give it her all. Literally and metaphorically.

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May turned her gaze to the tablet for a moment and looked back to Sonya, “Wait…Sponsor me directly? I was under the impression that was not something ASTA did very often.” Had she really given that good of an impression off the hop. May puffed out her cheeks slightly as she mulled over things in her head. She looked over the words on the tablet and couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit.

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“Much as I appreciate that agreement, my quirk is about as public as they come. So if you wanted to walk out of this building and scream at the top of your lungs that you know how my quirk works. Chances are half a dozen people nearby would probably know too.” She giggled softly and rubbed her head, “Such is how things tend to work when you spend every other weekend being poked and prodded by doctors and researchers.” May’s name was attached to more research papers than most.

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She did take a moment though, to sign the tablet and smiled, “How about, we reverse it. You do with my information as you wish, and I’ll promise to keep tight lipped about how amazing ASTA and it’s benefactor are. Deal?” She put on a bit of a silly grin and then leaned back, folding her arms across her chest.

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“So, what would you like to know then? I’m an open book.”

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[Sonya Chernovna]

dont fret, dearie The CEO tilted her head and eyed the girl thoughtfully, "Doctors and researchers?" She mused, calling up the ASTA network and sending out a command to gather as much intelligence as was available in journals concerning the girl's quirk as possible. Details came pouring in and her brows rose. She snorted out a laugh, "You weren't kidding, dearie, there's so much here," She said and set it aside, she still wanted to hear it from May. She watched May sign the agreement. Smart girl. That was good. She nodded and picked up the tablet to set it aside, it was for the best.  When May smiled and began to speak, Sonya's expression became complicated, like a mix of suprise and amusement. She canted her head to the right like a bird, looking May up and down thoughtfully as she continued speaking. After a few heartbeats she burst into a quick fit of laughter before settling, letting out a sigh and leaning forward with a lidded look in her eyes, a grin on her face. "Well aren't you just so cute," She purred and leaned back, "So you'll promise to keep all my secrets, just like that? It's a deal. I'll hold you to it dearie," She teased, tapping her lip, "Haven't had a woman promise me something like that before," She checked her wrist with a sniff, "Is it the new perfume?" Her gaze flicked towards May and she winked before laughing again, "I'm sorry, anyway, your quirk, why don't you tell me the broad details. We can get to the deeper topics later, on your end, feel free to ask me whatever you want about what support ASTA will be giving you." I just want to play May Twenty-First

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May might have answered the question, but Sonya was off at the speed of light looking up information. May nodded and rubbed her head a little bit, “Yeaaaaah, that’s what happens when you were born the same year quirks became a part of reality and then wake up thirty years later…” She chuckled lightly. She could still remember the day she’d emerged from the stasis chamber. Covered in blood and a head full of confusion. Some things you just didn’t forget.

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‘Well aren’t you just so cute.’

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May opened her mouth and then huffed, pursing her lips as pink spread across her cheeks at the playfully offhanded compliment. She rubbed her head a little bit and nodded, “You’re promising to do the same, it’s only appropriate I give the same courtesy in return.” May was very much someone who liked to keep things equal. Every good turn deserves another and all that. Or equivalent exchange, however you wanted to look at it.

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May sniffed the air a bit, “I did wonder what that was. I mean, it smells nice. But it’s so totally not why I was being polite.” She chuckled and folded her hands in her lap. Sonya was doing a good job of making her feel comfortable at least. May wasn’t anti-social or anything. She liked interacting with people, but sometimes she enjoyed her solitude and being introverted. What was the term, she was an introverted extrovert!

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“My quirk. Well, to put it in the simplest of terms. I can trade my lifeforce, or time, to create powered-up arrows made of that energy. Essentially, I can sacrifice my remaining time in this world to help others. Not such a bad trade-off I don’t think. I just take putting my life on my line a bit more literally than most potential heroes.” She rubbed her head a little bit awkwardly. She was used to telling people about her quirk but it always felt so awkward. She needed to come up with a better definition.

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She tapped her chin, “As for questions about what support ASTA can offer. I guess it really does boil down to what support CAN thou offer, and what does the life of someone being sponsored by them look like? What does thou expect of me?” She asked with a little tilt of her head.

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