[Yanai Hebiru]

The Doctor is In

The soft beeping of monitors provided a stark contrast to the dour demeanor of the police officers posted on every corner of the floor. Dream World had led to many people ending up in the hospital and a fair few of them had to be kept separate from the other patients. The person laying in the room behind Hebiru was one such individual, one most of the students in front of her were quite familiar with.

"Miss Denchi has agreed to the visit. You will have ten minutes," Hebiru explained. Even that had been difficult to arrange. Were they not all UAU students there was very little chance the officers would risk letting anyone on the floor without serious oversight. "But allow me to warn you in advance. I am certain it will not be necessary but should anything go wrong I will intervene immediately and end the conversation early. Note that offenses will reflect on your school record."

With her piece said Hebiru waited a moment so the four students in front of her could take her words in before she opened the door and stepped through.

A soft breeze blew in through the window causing the white curtains to billow inwards. The IV connected to Ageru's arm occasionally dripped and a heart monitor by her side beeped at a steady rhythm, one that sped up slightly when the door opened. Atop the room's bed laid the woman in question, a handcuff attached to its railing ensuring she'd stay where she laid. Her black bob cut obscured parts of her face as her head turned to face the new entrants with a hollow look in her eyes. Of the energy she'd displayed when last she crossed paths with UAU students naught remained.  

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun had too much pent up energy to be content with studying. This was largely in part of the injuries she sustained during the Wishing Well event, which forced her to take things slow. Once she was over the worst of the pain, she threw herself into her usual corkboard fantasies. How did the Dreamworld fiasco happen? Why did it happen? What was the end result? Further, what was achieved in the chaos? She knew a little thanks to her internship with Ouros, and the vindication she felt that the damned tower that sprang up from the Elementals fiasco was justified; it should have been torn down sooner. But there was something that still bothered her. She was glad that this meeting could be set up. There was a lot she still didn't know about Ageru, but she wanted to know and understand. She needed to gain that last little bit of closure. Unfortunately, she had to share the space with Gen and Ylva. The former she was sure was here to gloat, and the later...she was probably here for similar reasons to herself. While she didn't understand why Kei was here, at the very least things were evened out. With a bow she'd make her way into the room. She didn't expect a pitiful sight. The handcuffs to her were an odd choice, especially considering some of the evidence gathered after the fact suggested Ageru couldn't walk. Had to be protocol, she guessed. Jun took a nearby chair and set it into view, taking a seat as she pressed her lips together. "Miss Denchi. How are you feeling?" Kei Hada Ylva Riis Kurokami Gen Yanai Hebiru

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Call him paranoid, but Gen couldn’t help but feel like Hebiru’s warning was aimed more at him, particularly. Yeah, Ylva was ruthless, but she didn’t strike him as the type to strike bed-ridden cripples. Then again, he could be wrong. You never know with these so-called Heroes.[break][break]

Gen was willing to stomach the scrutiny. His reputation more than warranted it. Besides, there was no need to get in trouble. With all the tape he’d secured, this was open and shut. Legal experts would rightfully call it a “Slam Dunk”. Then why was Gen here? There was no money to make seeing felled foes. Was he here just for a victory lap? With how much he loved kicking people and puppies while they were down, it wouldn't shock anyone.[break][break]

Jun, of course, ever the caring fool, wasted everyone’s time with useless questions about Ageru’s health. Gen followed suit, though that irony-poisoned tongue of his made his intent pretty clear. “Yeah, are you okay? How have the doctors treated you?” Wait for it, flash your shitty little smile, and… “Can you walk?” That oh-so-punchable grin of his was quickly covered by an open hand, as if adding an unspoken “oops” to the end of his sentence.[break][break]

All things considered, he was looking a lot more confident than last time. Might have to do with his appearance. That night, he looked more like a walking corpse than a Hero-in-Training, but now, he was back to his usual self. He came equipped with all the clean, sharp, faultless features you could ask for. It was like if someone had taken every feature a fashion magazine editor could ask for and brought them to life to create the world's most annoying twink.[break][break]

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After the Dream World event ended and her original quirk returned to her Ylva's life went back to 'normal'. Classes started once again, and everyone attending UAU was supposed to just go back to normal. Your average person may have taken issue with this, but aside from her hand being wrapped up, Ylva was fine to just move on; she wasn't the type to linger on things that weren't important. Heck, even when asked if she needed to speak with Ms. Gotoh, the school's therapist, she turned them down. There wasn't anything more to think about; she did what she had to do end of story.[break][break]

The school nurse, however, didn't think so. Much to her chagrin she was forced to come along with the others to visit Ageru. She didn't care nor did she want to even deal with all of this hassle so she brought one of her textbooks. Yanai said she had to attend and hear Ageru out, but she didn't say she needed to interact with her or anyone. So she would take a chair and plant herself in the farthest corner of the room trying to get in some extra studying soon. She needed to get farther ahead of the curve so she could participate in the Sports Festival to her fullest potential.[break][break]

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[Kei Hada]

When Kei saw the email, he thought it was a scam.

The conclusion wasn't too far-fetched. During the time Quirks were scrambled across the city, someone could've taken advantage of the chaos to advertise a fake service, or instil malware and hold the hacked device for ransom. When he showed the email to the faculty and was told it was not a scam and could very well be key evidence in an investigation into an operation that ran during what he dubbed as "The Dreamworld Incident", that's when he offered his help before diving in, to the concern and hesitant approval of his instructors.

Hyper-fixation and an unwillingness to sleep granted him the ability to analyze all the documentation and security footage in days. He highlighted what was important. Organized it into folders. Saved it in a tablet held in his hands now - copies of course, and the device held no other information. The paranoia in him was strong after all.

Kei's state of health when he arrived at the hospital was more akin to Jun than Gen. Bags under his eyes from not wanting to return to that nightmare he was stuck in. Shallow breathing from the constant anxiety. His finger tapped rhythmically against the side of his tablet, restless.

When they agreed to the terms Hebiru set and were let in, Kei idled by the door as the other students situated themselves, hesitant. In truth he didn't want to be here. This was a suspect; the very culprit that the evidence was pointing towards. Injured as she was she could still be dangerous if the number of victims was anything to go by.

He needed to be here though. There were gaps in his notes that needed filling.

After some time passed, Kei eventually stepped in the room. There was a wince on his face at Gen's question but he chose not to address it. "I'll be takin' notes. I got a lot of info from that buildin' where everythin' went down, so let me know if any of you want me to bring somethin' up." With that he took his own chair and parked it a respectable distance from the bed and the silver-haired student. He didn't know her and she seemed disinterested in the whole affair, so best not to bother her.

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The Doctor is In

The scraping of chairs was almost like a gavel dropping, a clear divider between one part of Ageru's life and the next. Seeing the three that had ended her nightmare again truly drove that thought home. The woman shrugged in response to Jun's question, the handcuff around her left wrist clinking against the metal of the hospital bed as she did.

“Take a guess,” she responded with a strained smile. The kind that sought desperately to find levity in circumstances where there was none. Her gaze moved with reluctant slowness to the next speaker.

"Not since the accident."

There was the merest hint of humor in her voice, as if she were referencing an in-joke none of the other people in this room were part of. Her eyes briefly gained a bit of a sheen before she blinked it away.

“I’m guessing you all already knew then,” she continued with a glance at Kei. “Must’ve seen all the medical bills. Rehabilitation is a bitch.”

A rueful smile crossed her features as she let her head drop and gazed up at the ceiling.

“Not that I need to worry about that anymore. I'm pretty screwed huh,” she concluded with a snerk like a sputtering engine. It died down just the same, replaced by the hollow sigh of something giving out as she turned to face the group once more. "But you aren't here to hear me whine, are you? I sure hope not. We don't have the time for that, do we?"

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun looked over at Gen, a scowl forming on her face that told the tale; if he was remotely close to her, she'd punch him. "I apologize for my colleague's...we'll call it 'temperment'," she says, offering a light bow to Ageru. "Gen isn't exactly what we regard as a 'model student'. Feel free to disregard him." She let out a sigh. She'd take out her own little notepad, intending to take her own notes. She could compare with Kei once this was all over. "I'm sure you've been grilled since you got here, but at the very least I want to understand what exactly took place at that bar. Based on information I've learned about the incident overall, it was almost like a place between worlds. The quirk you ended up with, how did it work exactly?" Jun wasn't concerned about Ageru getting loose in the slightest. If anything, the whole ordeal was probably the one time the worst came out in her. Without all that power at her fingertips, she seemed relatively docile. Unfortunately, she was still getting the book thrown at her. But maybe, given the circumstances, things can be lessened... Yanai Hebiru,junsuina,Kurokami Gen,Ylva Riis,Kei Hada,

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All good so far. The witness seemed willing to cooperate, Ylva was keeping sociopathy in check, Hebiru was keeping quiet, Jun was being a tool and… wait, is that-? No. No. No. God DAMMIT! Why is he here? He wasn’t at the bar. He was asleep during the whole thing! Why did Hebiru bring that asshole here? Was this some sort of secret plan to undermine him? Did she bring this useless piece of shit here just to get him off his game? Was it because of the e-mail? IT BETTER NOT BE BECAUSE OF THE E-MAIL. [break][break]

Gen didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. He stared daggers into the back of the amateur stenographer’s head. Raw, unfiltered hatred coursing through his expression. The kind of look you’d shoot a cockroach crawling around in your kitchen. It was like if he were trying to blow up Kei’s head with his eyes and mind alone. Of course, he wouldn’t succeed, but that only served to intensify his hatred of the manlet.[break][break]

Whatever, at least the rest of the rest of this deposition was going smoothly. Even his jokes were landing. It was nice to see that someone understood his dark sense of humor. Sometimes, the only thing life can’t take away is your ability to laugh, even if it's at your own misery. “What? Couldn’t wish for free healthcare?” Considering everything else her power afforded, this much seemed like a drop in the bucket.[break][break]

Putting the jokes and the extremely annoying company he was keeping for a moment, Gen needed to get down to brass tacks. He couldn’t let Jun take point in this. Sure, she was asking about important things, but that was now, who could say what she was going to ask five minutes from now? If he didn’t start taking some initiative, then that dumbass was sure to waste the little they had inquiring about how she was bullied in middle school, what her first crush was, and all sorts of dumb bullshit from her tragic past. “What wishes did you make with it? We need to have a full account of any damage you caused.” That was a good start. Paired with Jun’s question and what he saw, it’d give him plenty to work with, especially if he wanted to integrate it into his bag of tricks.[break][break]

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The Doctor is In

"And risk the NTA coming after me?" Denchi Ageru answered Gen's taunt with a hoarse chuckle. "I think they’re why my mom, Jusou Saku, was on the run all the time. Never even married my dad. Hah. Ain’t seen her in years, who even knows if she’s still alive?" She trailed off for a moment, reminiscing on something known only to her. 

"It's fine, trust me," Ageru replied to Jun with a self-deprecating smile and a far off look in her eyes, "I get lashing out due to personal inadequacy." 

Listening to Jun's next question Ageru's breath hitched for a moment. She masked the slip-up instantly by pretending to readjust how she was laying, a move that was made more out of muscle memory and habit than any attempts not to look weak in front of them in particular.

"I... think it was... an exchange. I can't say for certain but, something like that." It took her a moment to find the right words. "The liquid you saw. I think it was a catalyst. It changed a part of whoever was wishing into energy to alter reality." An exhale that was half sigh and half resignation left Ageru. "It didn't work at first. Only small things changed, things that didn't do anything by themselves. Numbers on the clock without time altering, muscle twitches forcing limbs to move without the strength to support them, pain abating without affecting injuries in the slightest worsening it so, so mu-"

A wheeze followed by a cough interrupted Ageru's increasingly deranged explanation as she clasped a hand to her mouth to stifle it. Hebiru was there with a glass of water within moments and after several sips Ageru continued speaking.

"Where it, mhmm, where it truly went wrong I think was when I made one wish in particular. Bills were racking up and we risked losing the bar. I wished for it to stay our home forever." An especially deep breath spaced out her sentences. "My sister, she'd fallen into the Dream before I made it. I didn't know. I didn't, I swear. It, the quirk, it... I think it linked them. The real world and the Dream. It put the bar in both. Or, not both but inbetween? I don't know. It changed things. So we could be in one- Wishes worked differently. The effects, they were-"

Once more Ageru's rant was interrupted, this time by a loud beep from her heart monitor that showed a sharp increase in her heart rate. One matched by the speed of her breath as air rasped past her teeth, hyperventilation taking its hold on her while she struggled to calm her breathing. Even as she wrestled for control to calm herself her eyes flicked from one member of the group to the other. She was in no state to talk until she'd calmed down but she could take more questions. There was a kind of zeal in her eyes rarely found outside of the most devoted of fanatics. A need for penitence that threatened to tear her apart out of contrition.

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Largely uninterested as always, Ylva continued to read her book as she listened to the chattier of their group ask Denchi question after question. Of course, Jun was trying to understand the motive behind Denchi, which made Ylva internally roll her eyes. She's not a good person, that's clear. Only an idiot lost their way and it wasn't like the rest of them weren't stuck with different quirks. [break][break]

Gen, of course, was his usual arrogant self, but at least it was better than Jun trying to make friends with her. She tried to kill them so why would she care what happened to her? She made her choice. With everyone focused on Denchi and her adrenaline spiking as she pushed herself Ylva could feel some people approaching the room. "You're going to want to move so the nurses can get through." moments later they would open the door and Ylva would go back to reading. So far this wasn't even close to being worth her time.[break][break]

It then clicked with her, Jusou Saku? She would close her book and stare in the direction of Denchi. That was a name she could have sworn she had heard before, and they surely weren't famous; otherwise, the others would have said something. As Ylva continued to stare unblinking, she finally figured out what she ultimately wanted to say: "Where are you from?"

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[Kei Hada]

Kei pursed his lips and sighed through his nose, his sleepless nights making him manic. There were some references of what happened in the bar- at least that's what he assumed with Ageru enunciating some words here and there. It would be inappropriate to laugh. He knew this. Yet he'd come close anyway, with a potential reckoning from a certain black-haired student being the only thing preventing him from doing so.

Be serious, Kei. This was an investigation. Slash interrogation.

God he's so tired.

But he typed out her answers, brow furrowing as he did so. It reminded him of his brother's hesitance towards using 'painless' - a word that erased pain, but at the cost of worsening the injury by not knowing what was wrong. "So it's more like a superficial thing... Only the bare minimum was changed, and no support was added so there were always consequences." he muttered. In a way that was probably for the best. Whatever temporary Quirk she had had a limit to the wishes that could be granted. Well, except for when it intermingled with the dream aspect of the event apparently.

Kei shrunk in his seat when the machine beeped rapidly and nurses entered the scene, not making any noise so they could focus on their work. He'd eye Ylva curiously though- her sudden interest in the proceedings surprised him.

Yanai Hebiru,junsuina,Kurokami Gen,Ylva Riis

[Yanai Hebiru]

The Doctor is In

"That sounds- Yea- That sounds about… about right?" Ageru responded to what she vaguely understood from Kei's mutters. She didn't completely hear what he said but it sounded like their thoughts on the matter might be similar. More importantly the focus she needed to devote to attempt to hear his words had pushed her panic to the side briefly, just long enough for her normal breathing to catch up.

Upon hearing Ylva’s warning Hebiru gestured for the students to clear a path. Ageru at the same time went stiff and tried to appear as calm as possible, the influx of more people causing her to tense slightly despite her efforts until they finally finished their brief check-up. One of the nurses exchanged a glance with Hebiru. The monitors here were likely linked to displays that had allowed them to see Ageru's increased heart rate so they could come to intervene and cut things short if needed. Hebiru received the message. They were permitted to continue for now but that privilege could be revoked at any moment.

It was likely only for Ageru's sake that they allowed it. The young woman had been insistent on doing this without a guardian or lawyer present.

"You knew they were coming right? Hehe," Ageru chuckled bitterly while looking at Ylva once the nurses had left. "Mom always did that trick too. She always smugly told us the weather in advance, even more smugly when we came back home wet without a jacket," she reminisced with a fond, pained smile.

"It was probably through the air that she could tell." Slowly in a motion that made it clear she meant no harm Ageru raised three fingers of her uncuffed hand in front of her chest. Atop one finger an uneven ice crystal formed, another had a flame no bigger than what a lighter could form and while the third did not show anything Ageru’s hair moved as if blown by a soft wind. "We never even figured out why I can make fire. No one else in our family can. It even took me a few years after the rest of my quirk awoke to make so much as a spark."

The ice crystal melted and the flame extinguished, a few drops of water on her fingertips being the only remaining evidence of her illegal quirk usage. One that Hebiru had been ready to stop if it proved necessary but had not otherwise interrupted. Her rant had barely concluded when Ylva's question came.

"Me? I've lived here my whole life. So did my dad. I think mom was from somewhere in Scandinavia? I don't remember. It's been a decade since we talked. Who knows, maybe she'll visit me in juvie?"

Even as she snorted sardonically her eyes widened slightly, something she'd forgotten about until now suddenly coming to mid again.

"Uh, Madam…"

"Yanai."

"Could you, uh, get that thing from the cabinet there for me?"

Given that anything that could be brought in here would have been cleared by both the hospital and the police alike Hebiru saw no issue with granting the request. The object in question proved to be an aged lockbox. One that rattled slightly as Hebiru brought it over to Ageru. What stood out however was the design. Hebiru herself would have no context for it but to the ones present in the bar the design might be familiar. After all, it was in the exact same style as the ornate key still in Gen's possession.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... On top of Kei's notes she was taking a few herself. She had a little notepad, scribbling snippets as fast as she could. The information provided on the strange quirk was something of interest to Jun; not super intensive, but it helped her piece things together that happened. Her wish clearly taxed the limits of the quirk, and based on her testimony it sounded like it was a lot more limited in scope than was thought. Linking it to an extradimensional space where the sky was purple and you could hear colors, however...well, it changed the context of what it could do. Quirk trading was random, though. This girl isn't some super villain, just a criminal by chance. Jun made way for the nurses to come in, processing some of what was said. There was something about the circumstances that brought on stress. Something to do with her sister, maybe? She glanced at Hebiru as she traded looked with the nurses; either time was running short, or they had to be more careful in their questioning. Broaching the subject would be difficult if that were the case. Jun glanced over at Ylva at her question, a small eyebrow raise. Based on her attitude she seemed uninterested in this interview, why the sudden spike of engagement? It yielded some information that could be useful, but Jun couldn't help but feel like there was something selfish involved. Questions for later, though. She was more interested in the lockbox that was now being presented, and as much as she wanted to ask other things it'd feel weird if she asked something unrelated to it. "What's this?" Yanai Hebiru,junsuina,Kurokami Gen,Ylva Riis,Kei Hada,

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