[Takanashi Misaki]

142 words Julienne Lémieux Training Outfit

"Ready to roll over the competition?" Misaki said to her partner for the race with a wink and a smug grin. Her competitive spirit had been raised. After all, unbeknownst to her friend Ylva she had signed up by herself. Already she was looking forward to greeting her at the finish line.

"Let's start off slow and speed up as we get used to each other's pace, Accelerator-chan. I'll keep rhythm. You ready?"

There were moments to go before the race started and Misaki couldn't wait. With some luck they could slide right to the finish. The open area at the start would be a cinch with her experience maintaining a rhythm and with Jullienne's quirk they could get over the three increasingly high walls at the end in no time.

It was the perfect plan!

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by Pinn @ THQ

[Julienne Lémieux]

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"You bet!" Julienne emulated Misaki's own energy, returning the wink and smug grin back to her. She was here to win it! No matter the cost! Even if she is horrible at running! Knowing full well the accidents that were about to transpire, she'd keep the smug grin and hide the underlying panic in her eyes with a quick thumbs up. Perhaps they'd only trip three times? Turning towards the future obstacles in front of them, she'd place a thumb on her chin, appearing to think.
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Nah, there was not a thought in her mind. She knew exactly how to deal with this entire race. She had the ability to fly, better than any of the other students she had seen so far; if not better, then definitely faster. Thumb still on her chin, she turned and looked Soundwave up and down, pausing at key points on her body. Soundwave was quite taller than her, but did that mean she weighed that much more than her? Without warning, she'd tug on her left leg, testing how much force was required to move her comrade.
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"Yeah I can lift that." Her expression was focused, instead of the smug that was there before. With a confident nod, she reiterated what she thought she had heard during her empty-mindedness. "Speed up and keep pace!" Her smile glowed with the confidence of an idiot. "Let's do this!" Turning towards where they would run, she'd do a few bounces as if preparing to sprint.

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[Takanashi Misaki]

237 Words Julienne Lémieux Training Outfit

Misaki answered Julienne's enthusiasm with a wide smile, one that was soon accompanied by a questioning eyebrow at her inspection. A question that became a realization when her leg moved and Julienne continued speaking. Talent made up for a great many things but oft it hindered as much as it helped. Those who were untalented knew the value of repetition, going one step at a time and starting from the beginning but those blessed with an abundance of it were often capable of skipping those crucial steps until a time came when matters became impossible to do without them. Only then would the realization come that they'd never learned to learn.

Misaki wouldn't call herself untalented, she learned fast but she'd never accomplished anything without having to work hard for it. Even her two closest friends, Masao and Ylva, were both far more talented than her. Being squarely in the middle of the graph like she was required the perfect union of playing to her talents and putting in the work to reach her goals. Misaki wouldn't even say it was a bad thing. She'd seen first hand what parts of the equation others crossed thoughtlessly through ingrained leaps of logic. With a sinking feeling in her gut she had the distinct impression she knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Wait a minute, JuliEEEEE-" 

And they were off.

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by Pinn @ THQ