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I wasn’t content with the results of my supermove training. Despite her guidance, there was something that didn’t click with the interior of my being. Change. There were so many ways a person could change. Whether it dealt with their internal emotional state, or the way they conceptualized an idea, or the the approach they took to self-development… narrowing down the scope of what was meant to be simple and obvious alluded me.

Instead, I opted not to change. I’d pursue training on my own. I had set my rabbits to flame countless times. Their detonation was a false combustion. Well… that wasn’t it. It wasn’t false, but incomplete. If I could find a way to manifest a spark on my own, then I wouldn’t have to rely on a lighter. And if I could turn ignite them independently, then I could have a stronger flame.

Yet again I hit a wall.

Eyes closed. Fingers on the ridge of my nose. I thought and thought and thought. But nothing came to me. I was as stuck now as I was before. At this point I might jump off the damn plateau.

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Another day, another bout of training. After all, the girl was on her way to creating her very first super move; An idea that came from a simple training class. The teacher of the class, Stellar, had told her that to create her super move she had to 'understand the minimum and maximum of your quirk' or something like that. Julienne clearly understood the minimum; she can suck air real good. Well, ok, that's not exactly what her quirk did at a minimum but it was the simplest explanation.
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Sitting down next to the training field, she stared at her hands. Could she do this? Her quirk felt so... simple yet difficult to explain to others. Maybe her idea would work if she tested out that other side, the maximum side. Standing up, dusting herself off, she prepared to do the unthinkable.
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Julienne had already been practicing that morning; physical training and the like. Her skin had already began glistening with the subtle moisture of sweat and her UA Gym uniform had gathered a bit of dirt from her tripping all over the field. Opting to have practiced in a secluded area, the girl had found herself completely alone; certainly a boon so others didn't learn just how horrible she was at simply running. This was a rather unfortunate trait of hers; being able to fly had always given the girl a proper excuse to taking the more simple, grounded approach. Unknowingly to her, this test of a maximum was about to be... a dangerous one.
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Pulling in air, she held it in her back for as long as possible. Straining and flexing her arms she welled fuel into her engines and threw her arms behind her. The moment she felt her valves straining from the pressure, she thrust her arms forward, and thrust open the valves from her back. A vicious, high-pitched whistle of a scream filled the air; if anyone was in the training field, they heard it. Rocketing forward, Julienne's own face seemed to contort from the forces as she fought to keep her eyes open. The valves on her hands opened, and the wind rushed through them to feed more and more fuel in her back, until the world went dark.
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From Julienne's hidey-hole one could see a clear contrail line, and at it's end, a blonde with a gym UA uniform. She had shot herself forward so fast, that the g-forces of the acceleration had knocked her out cold. Catapulting forward, her trajectory arced, before she began falling out of the sky at rapid speed. Around half-way, her eyes began to flutter open as she has just woken up. Mere seconds later, they shot open like bullets before wind was pulled through once again to try to stabilize herself; her velocity was much too fast to just simply stop, so the girl had to make a sudden emergency landing.
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Right in front of Playboy.
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Slamming into the ground at great speed, she rolled several feet forward. Rather than trying to stop herself from flying directly into the ground, she had opted to change her trajectory in an attempt to spare her legs the impact. Instead, what she had done, is risk adding Playboy into her list of collision victims. As Julienne rolled to a stop, she ended right in front of the tan bunny man. She recognized him almost immediately, but she was out of breathe. With a happy smile, she stared at him for a few seconds, before sucking in some air and announcing her presence officially.
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"Playboy!" Another breath. "It's me!" More breath. "Julienne!" Doing a slight stretch, she placed her hands behind her head, underneath the mess of a ponytail that lay strewn across the ground away from her. "Fancy coming across you here." The adrenaline that was causing her the urge to breathe heavily and began to subside; she was fine once again, scuffed, but fine. "I accelerated." Pausing for a moment after saying that, hoping to see the man understand her pun before laughing at her own joke heartily.
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"But no, seriously what're you doin' all the way over here?"

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It’s difficult to consider what I just witnessed as anything other than ‘a crash landing.’ I only refrained from stating as such considering potential tragedies within her family — if this was an inherited quirk, then she might have had more than a few relatives pass. It’s not a topic I was willing to broach. Her juvenile attitude could have been a cover for the grief she felt… and as much as I empathize with the pain of losing those you care about, I don’t have the space for her in my life. Nor would I take on the burden if I did.

While I did my best to conceal my judgments, a skill I’ve mastered out of necessity, I could not conceal the bed of bunnies I had created to soften her landing. And, had she continued to press forward and onto me, a swarm of them would soften her impact and give me a moment to escape.

“I’m working on a different supermove from Stellar’s exercise, one that doesn’t need as much change.” It’s not like Stellar’s comments were secret. “One that doesn’t incite as much change.”

Right, courtesy.

“And… you?”

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"I am trying to break the sound barrier!" Julienne would jump up to her feet, brimming widely despite her obviously beaten up appearance. "It's simple really, just gotta get faster and faster. Perhaps, it could be my supermove!" Grabbing Playboy's shoulders, the girl completely ignored personal space and shook him lightly side to side.
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"But you! You are actively working on the super move..." Her eyes practically had sparkles in them as she emulated the cheeriness of Stellar that she had seen before. "...Show me, yes? I am oh so curious what your bunnies can really do!" Her grip tightened as she said it; she truly was curious but really, she wanted to touch one of the bunnies but was frustrated that they always exploded. As if noticing her grip was tightening, she released fully and took a step back, holding her hands up.
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"Ah, sorry. It's just..." Covering her mouth and faking a quick cough, she'd effectively forced herself calmer. "Just a bit excited. I've been itching to see the uh... bunnies again. They are suuuuper cute." Putting her hands behind her back as she spoke, she'd emphasize her speech with her upper body; moving down as she started her final sentence, and then maneuvering her body upward as she said 'super.'
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Julienne seemed so animated even after her almost devastating crash landing. While the boy in front of her worried about her past, Julienne's mind was just bubbles and water.

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“Admirable.” It was a sensible goal. For those who were fast, you were expected to compete with others who were fast. Quirks were the weapon of the new world. And with potential blossoming in all corners of the world, the arms race began. Fortunately, there were no shifts in global power — those who were powerful were able to provide resources and incentives to people of other countries. What’s worse than a nuke? A nuke you can bribe.

She touched me because I let her. I knew she was excited and I knew it was harmless, but more importantly the hesitation stemmed from fighting compulsion to strike first. If I listened to my instincts, she’d be on the floor with a bloody nose.

I don’t like sudden movements.

“Did you want to pet one?” It was obvious; she was obvious. There was an innocence to her that I refrained from essentializing — no, Rahul. She’s not just an ‘airhead’ despite what her quirk might imply. Probably.

“I create rabbits from organic carbon. When they disappear it’s always in a puff of black smoke. Smoke is a sign of an incomplete combustion… I had lighter but it broke.” If she hadn’t picked up the goal yet, then I’d make it clear. “When they detonate, instead of smoke… I want fire.”

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"A-h" Her voice leaked out of her as Playboy mentioned petting one of the bunnies. She didn't want to admit to wanting to simply just pet someone's quirk like that. Wasn't that... personal? Wouldn't that be just like someone touched the inside of her engine? Her eyes darted around, trying her best not to match eyes with Playboy while her face started to turn redder and redder, at least, until he described just what he was after with his own special move.
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"O-oh!" Darting her eyes to his, she smiled. "You want the rabbits to go kaboom, right?" She'd pull her hands back out and make a boom motion, emoting as she spoke. "Perhaps uh... perhaps you can use emotion like Jun does!" She'd grin; clearly he thought of emotions affecting his quirk before, right? Purposefully puffing her cheeks out she continued. "Get super duper angry, and make a bunny." Her cheeks would puff back as she giggled a little bit.
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"Then I will take up the offer to pet the rabbit, then we will see if it goes kabloom, yes?" Her plan was infallible! She felt it was wrong to simply touch someone else's quirk, let alone ask to do so. Thus, she created a plan to have a reason to do so based on their own ideas! It was foolproof. Although, the longer she thought about her devious little plan to touch a carbon bunny her cheeks reddened as her face gave her ideas away. The girl was not the brightest cookie to crumble, after all, but then again... she didn't even know if Playboy thought the same way as she did. Perhaps... she would ask later on about it. Maybe.
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When we’re kids they tell us not to judge a book by its cover, yet it’s all we ever know. In response to the world’s hypercritical gaze we learn to project who we want to be seen as unto the world. It’s a simple rule. One I thought most people followed. But as her face turns red it’s difficult to see anything sinister underneath her demeanor — there is nothing calculated about her behavior. If there were, she wouldn’t need to go to such lengths. But stupidity aside, there was something that betrayed her ignorance.

She understood the cues. Like most people, she assumed I was put together, and out of touch with my emotions — it’s not a mistake that I guard myself. But there is wisdom to her simplicity. Her advice was direct, digestible.

Anger.

Is that what I felt when I picked up the zippo? When I swarmed that alleyway monster? When I tried to prove to them tha— there it is. It’s not anger. Passion is so often mistaken for anger. It’s pride. A desire to prove myself.

“Thank you so much, Julienne. You said exactly what I needed to hear.” I toss a rabbit into the air and before it can fall, I ignite. Flames. They’re pitiful, but they’re flames. “Let me return the favor.”

I don’t know what will help her. I’m not sure thinking will help… but changing her frame of reference might trigger something. It’s worth a shot.

“You’re trying to go fast and you lose control. You’re placing limits on yourself because you’re thinking of yourself as a person, not a plane.” Here’s a hail mary. “Instead of trying to be faster… be still and… realize how slow the world is around you.” A brief moment for the both of them. Even if she were to speak, he’d hold his finger up and stop her. Breathe. “Now fly.”

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With a proud smile, Julienne took a single step back, as Playboy launched a bunny rabbit high into the air. Was this it? Was he tossing a rabbit to her to catch? Starting to move her arms into a position that it would land, instead, the bunny burst into crimson flames. At first, Julienne was disappointed that she wasn't going to get to catch the critter, but then it dawned on her. That was fire! Playboy succeeded, and Julienne's arms rapidly moved to give the man a round of applause!
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"Bravo! Bravo! You did it! I must be better at this pep talk thing than I thought!" With a light spin, she took one step forward, reaching up in the air for a high five as Rahul gave some advice of his own. His words confused her, causing the girl to tilt her head slightly, blinking a few times. "Think of myself as a plane, and not a person?" The confusion flew off her face as she laughed, and laughed, falling backward and rolling on the ground still laughing for a short bit, before stopping and sitting up.
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"That sounds like the cryptic stuff that Stellar told us!" With a few more cheerful giggles, she boosted herself off the ground with a single burst of air; who said having thrusters on your back wasn't useful? "But alright, fine. I'll humor you since you humored me." With a nice forward knuckle crack, she jumped in place as if preparing to box someone. "You may want to stand back. Oh, and... I'll tell you when to cover your ears..." The valves on her hands and back began sucking in air, not small amounts, but rather large volumes of it. As she did so, her arms seemed to start to swell, or bulge, looking closer to what they would have looked like if she were a body builder. Kershunk; her valves closed.
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"Now... lets see... It's just like before... pressure is building..." It was eerily silent, considering her quirk, but her arms seemed to shrink slightly in size; no longer bulging, but the formed musculature was still clearly visible. "Well it's past the point of no return. The moment I let go..." Her smile wavered slightly. "I don't know what really happens after. Everything just... goes black and suddenly I am flying." Her brow furrowed even more as she looked around to see if she could perhaps aim herself, or focus...
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Not like a human, not like a plane, but like a missile!
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"I got it! Cover your ears, and look over there!" Instead of pointing with her hands, she shoved her head forward, arms sliding backward to aim straight with her back thrusters. "3... 2... 1..." Breathing in sharply, she released the pent up pressure. Flames roared from her engines, expelling backward further than they had done before as it seemed she lingered in place, but then... she was gone. The obscenely loud noise of the engines roaring to life seemed to simply vanish, before a few seconds later a massive wave of force from the sudden displacement of Julienne emanated in all directions with a loud CRACK.
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She broke the sound barrier. If Playboy had looked to where she had gestured, he would have seen her reach her destination in mere seconds; around the same speed as a fighter jet would have if it were already going at full speeds. To Julienne, however, it felt like she time-traveled. She heard the ignition, and suddenly she was well past the target she was aiming at. She knew the blackout was coming, and it allowed her to shake herself awake much faster than the last time it happened, and instead of simply landing... she had an even better idea.
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With how fast she was going, it would make it so much easier to compress air in her body if she flipped around... and pulled it in through her back; and without even thinking about it past the initial step, she did just that. She wasn't too high up off the ground, but with a quick burst her orientation had changed upward, before suddenly, she exploded forward once again towards Playboy. To him, he would have seen her flip around; too far away to see her expression, but enough that he could tell that she was in fact, aiming at him. Light shined from behind her like a halo before her body blurred with how fast it approached.
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Mere seconds later, she came too again; this time on the way to slamming into him directly. Once again, she woke up just in time; a single solid blast of air forward, and she slowed down to a crawl at a rapid speed, enough that she landed with a run instead. Stopping just in front of Playboy, she reached forward, placed a single arm on his shoulder, and then let out a heavy gasp of air. That was what it took; she needed to hold her breath. If she did... her body would change how she woke up, instead of waking from a slumber, it woke her up in a panic. Although, there was one issue with how close she landed to him...
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The sonic boom returned; a loud clap as the wind she displaced blew into the two of them; it wasn't a dangerous wind, but it was enough to push Julienne forward, of which she released his shoulder and flopped to the ground in front of him. "I did it!" Her voice was muffled from the grass, but she raised a fist upward, before dropping it down, exhausted.

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I hate loud noises. But it was the least I could do to repay my debt to her. In seconds she was gone and then she returned. Her revelation — whether or not my words were of any help — proved terrifying… If I were matched with someone at that speed, what would I do? I needed to work harder. My rabbits were a useful tool, and I could even strategize with them, but they were ultimately low on the scale of powerful quirks… even with the steps I’ve taken through supermoves.

Doesn’t help that my hair is frazzled now, either. If it wasn’t from the first broken sound barrier, then when she landed directly in front of me? Whatever. That was the least of my worries. My hearing, however, had taken a blow. Hopefully, none of the damage was permanent. And if it was, hopefully, it wasn’t irreversible.

“Alright, that’s enough training for today.” I’m hungry. And it’d be rude not to invite her after our breakthrough… even if we both had so much more to discuss. Her unrestrained view of the world could prove a useful wall to bounce off of. “We should probably come up with names for the supers, according to Stellar.” I had mine. That wasn’t why I invited her. “Let’s grab some food and brainstorm.”

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☆ MISSION SUCCESS ☆

Combustion and its myriad applications!
Great thread you two!

+ 5,000EXP!!

Rahul: 22,750 // 27,750
Julienne: 15,750 // 20,750

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