[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] @ open heaven's doll; annoyed

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]Two weeks ago, Miku went missing. It was six in the evening when anyone last saw her, and seven in the morning when the family started to grow worried. She'd gone out before - rebellious ones often did - but she had never gone out and stayed out. Time and time again, without fail, Miku would always return.

When she didn't come back after the second day, the Takiguchi family started putting up fliers. The first few were stuck up near gas stations in Tokyo. A handful rode the breeze in Shinjuku. A scattered four or five were plastered on telephone poles in Shibuya.

Two or three made their way to U.A.U, and one made its way directly into the hands of one Homura Makishima.

It might be grim to say, but he almost laments that this isn't a proper missing person's case. That, he thinks, would at least do him some good in terms of gaining experience. Maybe he would get the chance to cooperate with officers. Hell, if he played his cards right, this could have scored him a real chance at networking. It would have been a golden ticket to success and, had Miku been a real person, maybe this would have done wonders for his eventual career.

Unfortunately, Miky Takiguchi is not a real person. She is not even human. She is an orange tabby cat that wore a violet collar, and she has not been home for two weeks.

Homura cannot help but blame himself as he peers down one alleyway, adjusts his glasses, then keeps moving down the city streets. Of course this isn't a real person; no self-respecting parent would settle at putting up fliers for their kid instead of going to the police. Yet, the fact that Miku is a cat was only made clear by small print at the bottom of the poster, which lacks a photo or description of the creature beyond "orange hair, a little short, wearing a blue hero backpack, and is a little chubby".

Of course, being a responsible future hero, he called the number on the bottom once he found the flier. At that point, he was greeted by a crying child who was practically begging for someone to find her damn cat.

At that point, if he said no, it'd be damning for his future career. So, he said yes. That brat backed him into a corner with her tears, and he doubts she even knows it.

All of that being said, he still has half a mind to abandon the job as is. There's no real experience to gain with this. There is no greater purpose to be served. Attempting to find a missing cat is hardly real heroic work, and the time he's spending going from alleyway to alleyway and backlot to backlot could be better served, say, volunteering at a hospital.

He pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. The only redeeming part of this is that he shouldn't be the only person; with how scattered the fliers are, it wouldn't surprise him if someone else volunteered to find the damn stray. In fact, roughly thirty minutes ago, his prerogative changed from finding the cat to finding someone else who wants to find the cat.

Mind, he's not a social person. He doesn't want there to be someone else for the sake of making friends or forming connections. No, he wants there to be someone else so that they can either find the cat quicker or mutually agree to never speak of this again.

Bitter as he is, Homura will count either scenario as a success.

So, here's a portrait of a young man, bored out of his mind. He wears fine clothes that would probably get him mugged in another city, complete with expensive jewelry adorned on his neck and fingers. His right hand holds the neatly folded flier, and his left holds his phone. An over-the-shoulder bag bounces against his left hip with every step, its contents - mostly spare books to read, chewing gum, and a laptop to use for writing in the field - thankfully easily enough for him to carry. Rectangle-framed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, and a separate mouth lingers on his right cheek, too occupied by chewing gum to voice his thoughts aloud.

There's got to be someone else wasting their time with this, He thinks to himself, I just have to find them.

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

Shopping day; A time to pick up new clothing, grab a good lunch, and enjoy the luxury of her father’s money.
Zaya had started learning to come prepared; Wearing a modest combination of a hoodie and jeans, along with a blue baseball cap to help keep her identity secret, the girl was intent on making the most of her day out.
Being dropped off by an uber, she was ready to make her way to the mall when something caught her eye; A missing cat poster.
It had especially caught her eye since the wind blew it into her face, forcing her to scramble to get it off.
“Aww, poor kitty…” Zaya lamented, looking at the adorable feline on the paper before her. “Well, hopefully someone finds it…”
The teen was about to start folding it to put it in her pocket and continue towards the mall, but couldn’t take her eyes off the poor missing cat. “I’m sure a dozen people must already be looking for it.”

A few steps towards the mall later and Zaya sighed, taking a better look at the poster.
It was hopeless; The cat’s helpless eyes had entranced her, and there was no way she could enjoy a day at the mall with the poor thing missing.


“Kitty! Kitty cat! Miku!”
Once far enough away from the crowds, Zaya was already calling out for the cat, in the fruitless hope that the missing pet would come to her; Even if she knew better. Her father had owned a cat, and the damn thing wouldn’t come to her for her life, unless they were opening a can of premium cat food. Hopefully Miku was more social.

Though regretting setting her day aside to look for the animal, Zaya knew her guilt wouldn’t let her do otherwise.
“God, this is hopeless…I should have left this to someone with a catnip quirk or something…”
There were plenty of people around that could potentially help her; But Zaya didn’t like interacting with others much as it is. Asking them to help her do a task was out of the question.
That is, until she spotted a familiar face.
“No way…Brain boy?”
Good enough. Maybe he wanted to kill her after their previous interaction, or maybe she could coerce him into helping.
“What are ya doing out here? And what are you wearing? Are you going to the opera or something?”

[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] zaya heaven's doll; annoyed

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]For once in his life, he's hoping that he's heard the wrong voice shouting in the distance for a cat. His luck cannot possibly be that bad. And yet, when he looks towards the direction of the voice and sees the person now calling for him instead of a cat... yep. Yep. It's exactly that bad. The same brat from a few days ago stands out like a sore thumb, and she has the nerve to ask him if he's dressed for an opera? Sure, he has tickets for later in the week, but not today! That's a later in the week thing, damnit!

Homura masks his surprise and slight offense like a pro. He clears his throat, putting both hands into the pockets of his pants as he does a quick glance-over of the other. Yep. Just as fatherless as before. Surprising, given that part of him assumed that she would have surely found someone to fill that no-doubt gaping void in her life before they met again, but not something he's going to linger on. No, he's focused on her words - and, thankfully, capable of ignoring her nickname for him now that they're no longer in a hallway and at each other's throats.

"First of all, it's Homura, not 'brain boy'. Even if you're not going to call me by my name, at least come up with a better nickname or insult for me." He corrects, looking past her for just a moment. Still no sign of the damn cat. Of course not. "Second of all, I'm not dressed to go to an opera. My casual-wear is just a little more... expensive than most." He sounds not necessarily proud of that fact - more so to-the-point, as if this is just a statement of his reality. What he has tends to be more pricey than the average person can afford. His clothes, naturally, follow the same pattern.

"Third, I'm looking for a cat named Miku. One of the fliers for her wound up at the university, and I thought I'd take a look into it." He gives a small shrug, raising a brow to her. "I'm assuming you're here to do the same thing, aren't you?"

As much as he wants to make a jab at her, for now, he's trying to keep things civil. Sure, he could start roasting the hell out of her, but... he doesn't want to look for this cat all day. Besides, if there's ever a reason for a compromise between parties, a stray cat would do the trick, wouldn't it?

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

Zaya made a mental note of Homura’s name; She’d forgotten it before; Hell, she didn’t even remember if he told her; But she’d make sure to remember it this time.
“Alright, I’m sorry pinky.”

That didn’t mean she would actually USE his name. It was more fun to keep teasing him, and, thankfully, she’d gotten plenty of rest beforehand so she could actually keep up with her prodding.
The fact that his casual wear was astonishing; Who wore something like this out? It was so extravagant, so over the top. She’d seen her dad wear clothing that fancy before, but only when going to stuff like hero award ceremonies.
Hearing that her fellow student was also looking for the missing cat was a huge relief; The girl thought she was going to have to get into a verbal war to convince him to help, but here he was trying to do some good in the world.
“Yeah, I’m also here looking for the missing kitty. To be honest, I’m a bit surprised you’re trying to help. You’re not just trying to get reward money out of it, are you?”
Her tone was more playful than anything; The last thing she wanted to do was scare off potential help, even if it was from someone like him.
“We could probably cover more ground if we look together, and hopefully get the cat found before dark. You up for working together?” As she posed her question, she began walking down a street she hadn’t before to continue her search, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Homura was following.

[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] zaya heaven's doll; annoyed

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]As much as he wants to object to the nickname of 'Pinky', he doesn't. Mind, not because he likes it. Hell no. Rather, as far as he's concerned, it's not the worst thing he could be called. It certainly beats brain boy, after all.

"And yet, I don't think you are." He mutters, though there's a faint sense of... what is that, teasing? He's at least taking the nickname in stride, his gaze wandering as she continues to speak.

"Reward money?" He scoffs, looking back at her. "Do I look like I need reward money?" He gestures to himself, rolling his eyes a bit there, still teasing of course. "No. Even if I did want reward money from this, I'm not in the business of taking cash from people looking for lost family members." He shrugs, an unsaid I have standards tacked onto the end of that statement, though her offer to help does make his eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Working together would get this done faster... Fine." He sighs. "I suppose there are worse people to look for a cat with." Is that - does that count as a compliment?

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

Thinking about it, it did make sense that he wouldn’t need money, with how extravagantly he dressed; But he could’ve still been doing it for a selfish reason, like glory.
“Well, that is pretty humble of you. I think?”

Hearing how she wasn’t the worst person to do a cat search with should’ve felt like an underhanded compliment to Zaya, but she couldn’t help but smile at it; It was close enough to praise for her to be happy to accept.
“Well, you’re not a prize yourself, but I’m sure that quirk of yours will come in handy. Like, if the cat is stuck in a tree or something you could probably pull it towards us, right?” Zaya asked, trailing her pace to keep up with Homura.
“My quirk isn’t exactly rescue focused; Its more of a combat tool most of the time.”
Continuing to gaze around the alley, the teen let about half of her focus drift to likely places a small feline could get to; Fire escapes, trash bins, drains, all ideal places that a cat could hide.
The other half of her focus was completely on Homura; It killed her to admit it, but his choice of clothing did actually make him appear quite stylish. Compared to her simplistic clothes, they made for quite a contrasting duo.
“So, uh…What got you into the business of heroics anyhow?” Zaya asked, trying to her best to make idle small talk.
“It seems like you can already live large, so why risk yourself as a hero?”

[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] zaya heaven's doll; curious

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]He hums a little at the note about being humble. He won't lie: He knows that's bullshit, but he's not going to call it out. If she wants to think about it as a humble mindset, that's her boulder to push, not his.

When she mentions his Quirk, though, he rolls his eyes ever so faintly. "I thought about that, honestly. The issue is," He holds up a hand, letting the mouth on it open, stick out its tongue, then retract it back into its uncanny shape. "If I intensify the pull of something, I can't just switch automatically to try and cushion its blow. When my quirk lets go, it'll still have the momentum, and if I'm not careful, that could result in the cat getting hurt." He pauses for a moment, clicks his tongue, then shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. "Of course, I have a good enough grasp on it to keep that from happening, but... I'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, I've heard some animals can get anxious or angry when exposed to Quirks that involve momentum - like being yanked on a leash they didn't know they had. Best to reserve it for a last resort."

It's a surprisingly put-together answer, spoken with a strong sense of confidence and self-understanding. True to form, Homura knows what he's about, and he knows his Quirk like the back of his hand. It is impossible to not have a full understanding of the glorious purpose he has since been burdened with.

"Anything can be rescue focused with the right direction." Homura notes. "What is your Quirk, though? Given that the last time you nudged me I felt a little tired... Guessing something to do with sapping?" It's an honest guess, and - in his mind - he's just as likely to be wrong as he is right. Quirks, in short, are fucking weird.

He keeps looking as they walk, paying careful mind to what Zaya's doing. It's quite the shift from the tired girl he met before; she seems... maybe a little more energetic? He wonders if she's just hopped up on coffee, or if he really did just catch her on a bad day before - one no doubt made a little worse by his demeanor at the time.

Her question makes him pause for a second, before he shrugs again.

"Money isn't everything." He answers plainly. "The way I see it, I've been blessed with a lot. It's only right that I try to give it back to others through heroics whenever possible." He pauses, then adds, "What about you? No offense, but you didn't initially strike me as the kind of person to run into a burning building or 'throw hands' with a villain." He uses air-quotes around 'throw hands', though if it's because he doesn't fully understand the slang or because he simply dislikes the casual phrasing is up in the air.

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

Zaya peers over to get a better look at Homura’s hands; Mouths where they shouldn’t be would gross most out, but her dad was on a team with a towering cyclops, a mudman, and an oversized cockroach, so it didn’t faze her much.
“Huh, didn’t know you couldn’t control it…” The girl responded as she listened to his explanation. “I guess it would be pretty bad if the cat freaked out and ran off as soon as you drew it close enough.”

When Homura asked Zaya about her quirk, she let out a small flicker from her body, involuntarily from excitement. “Its lightning, if lightning was made out of a slow acting poison; What you saw was just my sapping ability, a way to recharge my batteries; My quirk is always draining my mental energy, so I have to sleep more often than others to get my energy back; Or drain someone. Otherwise people usually say I’m lethargic…”

Betraying her words was her tone; Upbeat, and far more friendly sounding than their first encounter. In the back of her mind, Zaya wondered why her mood was so much better than usual; It was true she’d gotten plenty of rest, but her happy demeanor was still an outlier for how she usually was.

“I’ve been told my quirk has a lot of potential for combat, since after I get one get hit off, I can turn the battle in my favor over time…Supposedly. My quirk is a perfectly tuned combination from my parents and they…”
Suddenly she stopped trailing on, catching her tongue before she said more. The last thing she needed was Homura looking into who her parents, especially her dad, were. “They had good quirks.”
So, Homura also came from money? Maybe she could actually have someone to talk to about some of the issues that came from that.
“Yeah, I’m not exactly hero material…Maybe I’ll get to the point of where I can ‘throw hands’ with villains…But I’m personally fine with just ending up as the kind of hero that’s essentially a glorified pop star. There’s always plenty of other heroes to stop the bad guys, right?”

[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] zaya heaven's doll; content

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]"Bad for the cat, worse for me." Homura rolls his eyes, though that teasing tone to his voice remains. "Anything involving animals not liking you is practically a P-R death sentence." Eugh. The very thought makes his stomach churn. A dog bites a hero once? Ah, well, the hero must have some hidden dark secret! A cat scratches you once or twice? You must be horrible! Animals are, after all, the arbiters of good and evil.

That kind of sarcastic thought almost makes him gag. Ever the actor, though, he withholds his disgust at his own internal tangent.

As she explains her Quirk, Homura nods along.

"I see." He hums, tapping hsi chin. "Well, they're not wrong. It definitely seems to be a hellish combination for anyone who's going against you in a fight, though depending on the range of the lightning and your own speed... Suppose the best counter someone could do is to simply ambush you, or keep hitting you from afar." It's an idle musing, though the matter-of-fact tone its spoken with makes it a bit clearer why Homura is a hero student: The guy is always thinking tactically, always on his feet.

A God can't go getting ambushed by villains or unexpected questions, after all. That'd just be embarrassing.

He makes the decision not to ask about her parents. He's not oblivious; the way she trails off, how she simply notes that they had good quirks... It's not guaranteed, but he's willing to bet money that there's more to it than just that. Thankfully, he doesn't care enough to push the issue in the moment.

"That's... hm." Homura clicks his tongue, leaning forward a bit to peer down an alleyway as they pass it. No sign of the cat yet. Goddamnit. "Yes, I suppose so. If you ask me, those are some of the most important kinds of heroes. The ones that have to keep up appearances." He straightens up, letting his words hang in the air for a moment, before he cracks an admittedly smug as hell smile.

"Think you can last if you can't call idiots troglodytes?"

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

“Ugh, I know. Like, a hero can get in less trouble for brutally beating a criminal than he would for a cat spitting in his face.”
Zaya would know, too. Her father was a prime example of a PR disaster; Even with a good public relations team the Thunderbolts were well known for having low ratings for a variety of reasons. Thankfully, none of them were stupid enough to be on camera with an animal that may decide it doesn’t care for them.

“Yeah, range attacks might work on me, but I can shoot my lightning pretty far; And sneak attacks work on anyone, so thats kind of an obvious answer.”
It was odd to hear someone actually praise the heroes that don’t get much action in the field; Sure, they had their fans, but she didn’t expect Homura to give them praise. Didn’t boys usually idolize the heroes that were always on the front lines, kicking ass, taking names and all that?

“Yeah, I can probably resist the temptation to call people troglodytes…” A devious smirk came over her face, and she gave a light punch to Homura’s elbow. “Except you, ya caveman.” She’d giggle a bit afterwards, just to indicate that she was just teasing. Before she could do any further teasing, however, a ball of fluff ran past her vision.
“Oh! Cat!” She exclaimed, pointing out the feline; It was an orange tabby, just like the one they were looking for; As soon as it heard Zaya yell, it cocked its head in her direction, before making its way to a nearby alley; Not exactly running, but not going slow either, a sort of powerwalk. The cat didn’t seem scared of them, but it did start to walk faster as Zaya started moving towards it.
“Here, kitty! Come on, I won’t hurt you!” The cat didn’t care about Zaya’s statement of peace, however, and continued to waltz away from her, keeping up just enough of a pace to not be caught.
“Um, uh…What do we do?” Zaya asked, turning around to face Homura. “I mean, if I start to run, it might run too!”

[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] zaya heaven's doll; occupied

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]"Exactly." Homura hums. "Public perception is everything when it comes to heroics. If a dog doesn't like you, you're untrustworthy. If a criminal doesn't like you, you're doing your job right." He pauses, then adds, "At least, in the eyes of most people."

That particular truth isn't one he finds a great deal of personal peace in. Mind, he considers himself to be a pretty damn good actor... but still. Having pressure on you twenty-four-seven does not, in fact, make you better at dealing with it; only at hiding how much it's burdening you. That is, of course, if he were burdened at not, and Homura would in fact go to great lengths to assure no one in particular that he isn't.

He refocuses when she continues speaking. Right. Conversations.

"Ranged sneak attacks." Homura notes. "Or surprise attacks. Or someone who absorbs what you throw at them. If you meet someone who's a brick wall... not much you personally can do about that. Or someone who isn't as susceptible to low energy." He waves his hand. "Normal people can be pretty easily dealt with, given your Quirk. Villains will be - and are - different. One zap might be enough for me, but for others..." His voice trails. "All the more reason to get a crossbow in the future." That's a little bit of a tease, but also a legitimate suggestion in there.

He rolls his eyes at her jab, elbowing her back. "Oh shut it, brat."

Of course, when the cat is spotted, he's trailing close behind her. He thinks for a moment, then shrugs.

"Well, you're the junior here." He says,an air of smugness around him. "Go on. Impress your senior."

Despite the shit-eating grin he's wearing, he's still absolutely serious.

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

“I mean, I can probably just get my lightning stronger to the point of where a single shock can at least tip the battle heavily in my favor.” Zaya retorted, still unable to see the problem with her logic.
“And I’ll probably get a team in the future to deal with any weirdos that don’t go down from my attacks.”
Focusing back on the cat at hand, Zaya grimaced as she Homura tell her to ‘impress him’. “Oh come on! That’s just your way of saying ‘I don’t wanna help!” She snarled, giving him a dirty glare. Her attention was snapped back as the cat reacted to her raising her voice, backing away a bit.

“Oh no, don’t worry mr kitty, I wasn’t mad at you; Just that jerk back there; I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to bring you back to your owner…”

Taking a slow step forward, the cat retreated one step back in kind.
“Its ok, you don’t need to be scared of me.” Taking another step forward, the cat backed up further; Clearly this strategy wasn’t going to work.

“Um, ok, think, think…” Its not like she had anything that could coerce the cat; Trying in vein anyway, she held out her hand, and hoped the feline would be curious enough to approach. It was not; Miku simply continued to stare at the girl.
“Hmmm…” She couldn’t let the thing get away, there was no telling if they could find it again in this maze of a city. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Um…Meow?” Perhaps speaking in its native tongue would relax the cat?
To Zaya’s surprise, the cat gave a ‘mrrr’ in response. The teen smiled; It seemed like her wacky strategy might pay off.
“Meow! Meow! Meeew!” Zaya started making more cat noises in a friendly tone, and started to approach; Miku started to move, but this time, towards Zaya, getting close and rubbing against her leg. Making sure her movements were slow, she reached down and picked up the now purring cat.
Turning around with a smug look of satisfaction, she walked back to Homura, stroking the captured kitty.
“There; Hows THAT for impressing you?” She laughed a bit, feeling like she’d gotten the upper hand over him; Still, despite her taunting, she did actually want some praise from her upperclassman. “Guess we should go drop the little guy off at his home, right?”

[Homura Makishima]

[attr="class","vbord"]

[attr="class","vbox"]

[attr="class","vcover"]

[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] zaya heaven's doll; surprised

[attr="class","vpostb"]

[attr="class","vpostbg"]"'Probably' is the death of progress." Homura hums. He's still not entirely sure what that saying means - part of him doubts he'll ever understand it, come to think of it - but he knows it's something usually reserved for the overeager in his company. Told to speak it since birth, and speak it he does, even unaware of what it actually means; his confidence covers his lack of knowing.

"No shit." Homura snickers to her objection about trying to impress her seniors. "Go on." He waves her forward, and...

... Okay, well, her first attempt could be better. Trying to walk up to an anxious feline never pays off, not in his experience. So, he marks that mentally as needing to be adjusted. And then there's the talking to it which, yikes. Doesn't she know cats don't usually understand other languages? Sure, they know their own names, but you'd have better luck trying to meow to it!

Homura's almost about to laugh at her attempt to meow at it, thinking it'd fail.

When it actually works, his smug expression is immediately replaced with one of disbelief. He's quick to clear his throat, shake his head, and get that expression off his face before she turns back to face him. Back to smug, Homura, not surprised!

"Dropping him off at home would probably be a good idea." Homura nods. "Didn't know you could speak cat, but... suppose it makes sense." There's a tease in there, and not one he's willing to elaborate on in the moment.

[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF PIXEL PERFECT

[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.vbord]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb]width:400px;padding:20px;background-color:#fcfcfc;border:1px solid #eee;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#666;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb b]color: #434343; transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostb:hover b]color: #6a9490;[/newclass][newclass=.vpostbg]padding:20px;background-color:#fafafa;[/newclass][newclass=.voguet]color: #fff;width:400px;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.mainv]font-family:Playfair Display;font-size:115px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vlyrics]font-family:verdana;color:#fcfcfc;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;margin-top:100px;text-align:left;width:375px;line-height:12px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.vcred]opacity:0.6;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.vgroup]width:400px;padding:0px 0px 3px 3px;height:500px;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox]width:400px;height:200px;background:url('https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/970475006591107143/1164246786572042341/image.psd4.png?ex=65428450&is=65300f50&hm=efb48180679c48ddfcc0bcf585a81bf6cea1031538ea375d80f16d6394576f17&=&width=450&height=225');overflow:hidden;position: relative; [/newclass][newclass=.vcover]width:400px; height:200px;position: absolute; top: 0px;-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.vbox:hover .vcover]-webkit-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; o-transition: 0.8s all ease-in-out; top: -195px[/newclass][googlefont=Playfair Display]

[zaya]

“Probably only means a slight chance of the death of progress…” Zaya mumbled back under her breath.
He was annoying, but at the very least he was honest about being annoying, admitting that he just didn’t feel like helping with the cat wrangling. Like a cockroach admitting it was a cockroach; Still a bug, but an honest bug.



Patting the cat on its head post successful capture, the kitty mewed, seemingly content with being held. With Miku not struggling at all, it felt like the cat wasn’t running away due to a lack of tameness, but possibly because it just wanted to explore; Probably just wanted to explore, without thinking of the consequences of straying too far from home. Quickly checking the collar and confirming that they’d nabbed the right feline, Zaya walked her way over to Homura, and lifted up the cat to place it on him.
“I didn’t know I could speak cat either; Guess this time I got the cats tongue.” She laughed a bit at her bad pun as she unloaded Miku onto Homura, with the cat clinging its front paws onto his shoulder, getting itself a good grip and purring.
“Ya know, all things considered…Hanging out with you can be…” Looking away, a flush came over Zaya’s face. Why was she feeling like this? Just because he was the first guy she’d spent a lot of time with?

“It was nice.” Acting completely on impulse, Zaya leaned in and kissed Homura on the cheek. Her powers almost seemed to react to this emotional moment, with small bits of electricity sparking off her body involuntarily. Stepping back both out of bashfulness and not wanting to shock Homura or the cat, Zaya began to backpedal. “Um…Well it was fun! Bye, see ya, have a good one!”
Turning around, Zaya started into a full jog, not wanting to see just how red her face had become.
Hopefully he could take care of the cat from there…