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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 1, 2024 0:48:21 GMT
 IT'S ME! HI!
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Ana was quick to close the door behind Gen. If there was anyone more adamant about their privacy in general than Gen was about whatever truth he sought to divulge, it was Ana. The stack of NDA contracts she regularly made people sign, Gen included, was a testament to that. So were the ears and tail she kept hidden from him beneath the oversized garment as she awkwardly seated herself on her tarp covered bed while Gen closed the window. Ana shivered involuntarily as if he had reminded her that she was supposed to be cold. She said nothing of it though and instead focused on Gen’s questions.
“Why would I think Santa is real? Unless you mean the historical figure of Saint Nicholas! Though my parents didn’t tell me about him! I read about it during my first year here when I heard of Christmas!”
Holidays weren’t a thing her family had acknowledged, much less celebrated. Ana had to pick up information about these social and religious celebrations on her own. Like how Jun had to explain to her why she was spending the night at a family party to ring in the new year. Which meant whatever Gen’s intent had been to use Christmas as an easy method of explaining something to her likely wasn’t going to have the impact he had expected.
“Is this really what you wanted to talk to me about?”
The clock was ticking. Ana didn’t understand Gen’s urgency if all he wanted to discuss was a made up holiday stitched together from pagan celebrations and Christian whitewashing. Was the truth he was about to spring on her that he was Saint Nicholas? No. That didn’t seem right. If it was though, he was dooming himself to be called Nick for the rest of eternity.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Feb 1, 2024 0:48:04 GMT
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Curiosity might have killed the cat, but that didn’t stop Ana from allowing her own to lead her right to the first row of seats in the lecture hall where she took a seat front and center. Where had Professor Koizumi gone? Who was this man that took his position as head of the UAU Support Department? Why did they now have a class with every year of the Support majors present? How would even running a class like this work? When was it going to start?
These questions and more zipped around behind her too wide eyes which were locked onto Dr. Serna as Ana waited for class to start. Hopefully answers would follow and hopefully this man was as good as the rumors said. Ana hated having her time wasted by those inferior to her. Which she claimed was most everyone. Was that true? Only Ana and the one mind-reader present in the room knew.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 25, 2024 22:24:45 GMT
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“It’s a simple concept,” Ana started, the upbeat intonation she used when fully masked dropped in favor of her true self for the sake of clarity to explain the situation. “If you do not want a proper upgrade, then you can keep the hose provided it passes the test. If I do the intended upgrades to the engine, the hose you have now will fail in a catastrophic manner, regardless of whether it is undamaged currently or not.” It wasn’t a matter of frugality or wastefulness, but one of performance and safety. Ana was even less prone to waste materials than Jun was given the outside monitoring of her money and the school surveillance of what goods she used there. Secrecy had a cost—one Ana found ways to mitigate through scrap.
Ana began to run through the checklist of potential points of failure for the hose and the engine in general while Jun decided whether or not she wanted the aforementioned upgrades which would be the deciding factor on a test and how the day progressed. Kei would have been better suited for a more mechanical application of skills (though she'd likely never admit it out loud), but Ana was no slouch either. Engines and robots were just a few finer pieces of circuitry, articulated parts, and some algorithms away from one another.
Jun’s voice pierced through Ana’s focus, causing her to pause and turn her eerily wide eyes to the other girl. “Hm?” Ana wondered why Jun looked like she had to pee as she awkwardly stumbled through her request. “Do you not want people to know that you wasted money on something you don’t really intend to read?” Jun had already told Ana she wasn’t embarrassed. She also showed how much she didn’t want to waste money or parts. So the natural conclusion (in Ana's mind) is she didn’t want people to realize she was a financial hypocrite. Not that she was embarrassed.
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Jan 25, 2024 20:22:07 GMT
Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 25, 2024 20:22:07 GMT
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“Oh! I see,” Ana said after Jun’s dismissal of her question. Whether it was Jun’s intent or not, her response damaged progress made toward Ana’s understanding of human emotions. It would likely impact her next encounter with an embarrassed person. She wouldn’t correctly guess their mental state and push a subject that shouldn’t be pushed. It was one of the many reasons people avoided the strange girl. Their own lies perpetuated misunderstandings that brought them uncomfortable interactions. Ana, of course, didn’t know better. How could she unless people were honest with her?
At least she understood engines. She intruded upon Jun’s personal space to get a better look, but didn’t touch her. Ana didn’t like physical contact from most people either. “This thing is almost looks older than Quirks,” she said. “I stand by my claim!” It was an inferior piece of junk compared to what Ana could build—and what she had been promised that she could. Even if Jun had taken really good care of it. If you ignore putting it in harm’s way during the walking fish stick invasion.
She stood back up straight. “Waste of time! No ordinary fuel line will be able to hold up to my modifications anyway!” Ana paused and scrunched her nose up at the obsolete engine then sighed. “But if you really want to keep it for some reason, we can run a test first!” She was nothing if not ingenious. Her modifications could work around Jun’s non-Quirk quirks.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 24, 2024 17:17:54 GMT
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“Oooh,” Ana said, drawing out the sound of realization. “Are you feeling…” What was the word again? “Embarrassed?” That was the one. At least Ana was fairly certain it was. She didn’t understand embarrassment anymore than she understood a desire to fish for fun.
“Do you really want to look at the engine or do you want to avoid being embarrassed more?”
Ana had an uncanny way of digging into people’s sore spots unintentionally. Unlike Gen whose barbed comments with filled with as much intention as they were venom. Ana’s usually just contained curiosity. Usually. Now was one of those times, but even as she questioned Jun’s motives aloud, she moved to the stern of the boat where the outboard engine was mounted to accommodate the query in a supervised fashion—she couldn’t let Jun take a look at the engine alone unless Jun actually knew what she was doing.
“Tch, inferior engine build.”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 24, 2024 16:07:02 GMT
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A festive feast of worldly fares was the exact opposite of something Ana would be interested in. Much like fishing. Yet somehow Jun had convinced Ana to do the latter and Gen had convinced Ana to attend the former. Granted, Gen’s form of convincing was a lot more fun. Plus, she got to do science. Which was her favorite thing to do besides G-
“Hmm?”
Ana looked up from the data-pad in her hand that was monitoring the foomba, as Gen had deemed it when he addressed her by her favorite of the pet names he had bestowed upon her. “Oh! Okay!” She watched him trot off to do mischief under the guise of his Quirk. Or at least Ana thought so given the reactions of other students. She wasn’t quite sure what he had done, but she observed from the sidelines with her eerily unblinking stare and too-wide smile plastered on just for the public.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 20, 2024 16:52:09 GMT
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“Nyet, nyet, nyet,” Ana chanted as Jun babbled on about fishing. There was absolutely nothing she could say or do that would make Ana a willing participant in something so mundane as fishing. “Nyet, nyet, ny- Okay!”
Apparently there was exactly one thing Jun could say.
And say it she did. The lure of delving into marine biology was like catnip to Ana. Science always had that effect on her. Fortunately, only two people at UAU knew how to manipulate her with such a trick. If the whole school knew…
“Octopi can’t get handsy! They have tentacles! They’d get tentacly! I feel like I’ve seen something about this before too! Maybe in one of those comics you keep in our room?”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 19, 2024 18:34:24 GMT
 OR CAN THEY?
TURNING BACK THE PENDULUM
Silence greeted Gen’s claim. Several seconds of it as Ana processed both the reply and the package from which it was delivered. She had always struggled with taking anything beyond their face value meaning. Which meant Ana had often taken Gen at his word—for better or worse. In this case it had led to worse because the answers had never been what they seemed. Ana preferred the concrete observable nature of science over mercurial human emotions for a reason. Ironic considering how Ana presented herself to the world wasn't exactly truthful either.
“Okay! But you have to wait here for a minute,” she finally said before closing the door in his face. If Ana were any other teenage or twenty-something girl, there was a strong chance she’d let Gen freeze in the hallway without ever returning to do the door as a retaliatory act. Fortunately for Gen, her lack of socialization in public or even private school’s hadn’t instilled her with such instincts.
True to her word, only a minute passed before the door opened on the room within, revealing its tarp covered contents and icy interior due to the open window, and of course, the room’s occupant. Ana had made Gen wait for one very important reason.
She had turned into a marshmallow.
At least it might appear that way as she had donned an oversized white puffer jacket atop her scant garb. It wasn’t that Ana was cold, which she was, but she needed to quickly conceal her ears and tails. Raising the hood and zipping the coat allowed her to do just that. The Stay Puft cosplayer stepped aside to let Gen over the threshold without further comment on either the situation or her new attire.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 19, 2024 18:04:22 GMT
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Historically, Jun trying to explain herself never seemed to go well. It was like she was cursed or something—like being guided by the hand of a cruel god making her suffer for his own amusement. Of course, Ana didn’t believe in any gods. She only believed in science, Mama, and Papa. Which meant that Jun was probably just a mo-
“Is asking me for support holes really better than fishing rods,” Ana muttered from where she worked. This time it was in Japanese and still said loud enough for Jun to hear even though she was busy at the time accepting the delivery. Then she resumed rambling in Russian about how holes were how Jun got in this situation in the first place. If one counted entire missing sections as holes. Which Ana did for the sake of her own unintelligible argument.
By the time Jun finished her assigned errand, Ana had removed several scraps not deemed salvageable for the endeavor. What was trash in the present could be recycled for the future, however. Coming by materials outside of UAU’s purview for personal projects was difficult considering her own funds were closely watched by Mama for any deviance from approved usage. That was why Ana could only eat fries given to her by others. Mama would have most certainly disapproved of her eating anything other than sanctioned nutrition options. She was expected to run optimally. Proper food was fuel for that.
“Fishing? Why would I want to fish? Is this a racist cat joke because cats are supposed to like fish?”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 18, 2024 20:41:46 GMT
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The most interesting portion of Gen's display for Ana, was watching everyone else's reaction. She couldn't see what they did. All Ana witnessed was Gen puttering about the stage to get properly set up. Which apparently included starting some fires. With her tech no less. Oh well, she wasn't liable for what people did with her creations. The NDA forms she made people sign also included a waiver for such things.
Like before, Ana clapped for Gen. She didn't cheer this time because her mouth was full of fries, but it was the thought that counted. Considering she thought so lowly of everyone else before and after Jun and Gen, Ana went silent. It totally wasn't because she testing the laws of physics versus her fries in mouth capacity.
Alas, all good things had to come to an end. Unlike the ego display, apparently. Ana dropped a fry. Given she was American, she of course had to go after it. She ducked out of view just as Ylva decided where to launch her attack. Which meant by the time Ana sat back up and into view, she had a glacial beam headed straight for her.
The world shatter. Surprisingly, Ana was not among it. Temporary invulnerability to most things through a transformation that proved she was the brightest at UAU in more ways than one was certainly a boon for attending the school considering it was filled with power hungry idiots. Safe though she was, there was still a tragic loss that day. From several feet away, Ana pointed to the debris field and called out to the stage below.
"You owe me fries!"
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 10, 2024 23:53:17 GMT
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Ana was a genius. She understood many things. The vast majority were science related. Since this was entirely PR and Hero students, it all went over her head. She wouldn’t even be there if Jun hadn’t signed up or if Gen hadn’t wanted to go laugh at some future has-beens and never-would-be's as he had put it. But here she was, ready to fulfill her obligation as [friend].
That role included being the ear for Gen to whisper into, for which he received a quizzical glance and questions instead of proper answers. “Mad? Why would they be mad at hearing the truth? Is this the salty thing you explained?” But it also required a more active participation. Unfortunately, her attempt would lose the effect it was supposed to have given the awkwardness of Jun’s entrance followed by Gen’s harsh criticism. Not that Ana was aware of how much worse she was about to make it.
She stood up in the wake of Gen’s speech even before he replied to her queries lest she be further delayed. She was late enough as is. Then she started clapping. Loudly. Robotically. An act made all the odder with her trademark Cheshire cat grin and eerily wide eyes. “Good job, Jun,” she stated at a volume that carried her thick Russian accent to the stage. Then she sat back and looked Gen in the face absolutely deadpan with her mask dropped only for him as she asked, “I did what I was supposed to. I was supportive. Can I have fries now? Extra salt.”
Salt was definitely the vibe for the day.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 10, 2024 22:47:29 GMT
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Ana was winning the war of attrition. She knew it by the way Jun was beginning to cave to her constant pestering over upgrades. Overclocking an engine would be fun. Quick, but fun while it lasted. A lot like G-
She blinked.
The second request had been made mid-thought. “Fishing rods.” Her voice had gone monotone. Surprise had broken through her mask. “You want FISHING RODS on your boat?” Her hair twitched from the annoyed attempted flicks of her feline ears pinned beneath.
“Jun. I’m a genius and you’re asking me for something you can get from a common hardware store. This is the type of thing a person would ask Hada to make. Not me.”
Ana huffed then rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air. “Fine. You’ll get your fishing rods.” Ana continued to speak, but it was in Russian and muttered under her breath as she turned to resume working on the boat. Though every now and then a scathing, “Fishing rods,” was heard in Japanese in what seemed to sound like an impression of Jun. And while Ana was busy fuming, another voice joined the discourse.
“Got a delivery for Borovsky.”
“You go deal with that or no fishing rods for you.”
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 9, 2024 23:05:44 GMT
OR CAN THEY?
TURNING BACK THE PENDULUM
TW: Self-harm & implied abuse.
What was yet another apocalypse in the face of Time’s unyielding march? Whether culprit or survivor, it saw the end of everything one way or another. People, nations, planets, galaxies. All succumbed in the wake of its passage. Someday it would lay claim to the universe before it moved onto the next, but that day had yet to come. For now, another faced the crumbling of a world as sole witness, and casualty, as the clock ticked steadily onward to the new year. An empire that fell before it had even truly risen would never be known by those that celebrated even as Ana mourned. It was an emotion she understood only a fraction more than its source from a lack of experience and external explanation in the absence of such. If only not knowing made her immune to feeling, but it didn’t. Instead it highlighted a heavy, if intangible and undefinable by herself, loss because it was her first.
She had started to build a life for herself far away from the confines of her own origins. A fledgling endeavor. A single friend. Maybe two. Maybe one was more. Maybe not. But the potential was there and it fascinated Ana. She had lived a life without potential. Without possibilities. There was only purpose paving a predetermined path and even that had been given to her by another and hidden away in her peripheral thoughts where it quietly guided her actions.
Perhaps that reason alone had doomed her efforts from the start. Unsanctioned aberrations in dictated behavior that they were. She had been warned. There was no place for attachments in her work. There was only science. There was only success. To what goal, Ana knew naught. Rather, she could not really recall. All her mind produced were memories of motives normal and benign for her studies abroad. Ana was an enigma, even to herself, but the warning had been remembered. Watch, work, and do not get involved unless told otherwise.
It was the only time in Ana’s life she had not obeyed a direct order from Mama after her training had been considered complete—though not consciously retained. Yet the universe found her deviance severe enough to punish her in place of the matriarch that had yet to learn of Ana’s missteps that had made her a pawn in someone else’s game. Someone else’s grasp at glory through her loyalty and her efforts.
Penance came in the form of an ache rooted in her chest that twisted gnarled vines of tension throughout the rest of her until it knotted in thick coils at the pit of her stomach and the back of her head. It was the least she deserved for her transgressions. She knew Mama would say as much and while Ana could not bring herself to inform Mama of what had transpired, she could bring about more intentional repentance beyond the tangle of thorny tendrils thriving in her torso.
Isolation was the first step. A retraction of tentative friendships previously extended. Jun had invited Ana to her family’s festivities that night. Food and fireworks. More specifically for Ana, fries and bright lights. Small things she treasured deeply. Gen had introduced her to both. All the more reason to decline. She would spend New Year’s Eve sequestered in solitude.
Suffering, genuine physical suffering, claimed second position on the list of self-flagellation. Less subtle than the previous method of seeking absolution, Ana had thrown the dorm window wide open. Wintry air swirled throughout the room, bringing with it currents of glistening snowflakes that made the space a life-sized snow globe of Ana’s own making. There was enough care still within her to take protective measures for both Jun and her own belongings through the use of tarps, but Ana herself wore nothing more than a blanched utilitarian romper designed for function rather than form that also appeared as if it were intended for a far warmer setting given the short length of sleeves and inseam.
Fair skin exposed by such lacking attire for the setting possessed the beginning of a blue tinge. She would need to close the window soon to prevent permanent damage—and lingering evidence of what she was doing. Fortunately, if fortune could be tied to such acts, Ana had experience in this particular method of punishment from her youth. She knew her limits and she had approached them. She also knew how long remained before the year, and a certain bet, concluded.
Ana rose from where she had been kneeling in the center of the space facing the window just as a series of knocks emanated from the door behind her. Panic. The state of her dress not only exposed her skin, but the traits she had managed to hide from everyone bar Jun due to the proximity required by their living arrangements.
Black feline ears protruded from the short bob of the same color that they were usually pinned beneath. A matching tail flicked behind her willowy figure. It was the only movement from Ana who had decided to pretend she wasn’t present in spite of the lights being on and the music playing softly in the background. She had no obligation to open the door for strangers and Jun had a key of her own.
The logic was sound and her decision resolute—until she heard the voice on the other side of the door. Her entire body flushed with a warmth that defied the flecks of ice and snow scattered across it. Though they did not melt, Ana’s resolve did. She had told Gen she wouldn’t speak with him until the deadline of his bet had come to pass. By honoring that request, he would have confirmed the kind of person everyone said he was.
A scumbag.
One that pursued satisfying his own ego over what… well, whatever Ana had thought she wanted. If she even knew herself. She had genuinely not expected him. At least not his presence. A quick text to probe whether or not he could have his cake and eat it too had seemed far more likely. Yet now he was here, just beyond the threshold.
Ana tiptoed toward the door. Part of her, the part coded with directives laced with the innate human desire to not be hurt, still weighed the value of feigning her absence. She placed a hand on the door at face level with herself. Given that Ana was only an inch shy of Gen’s full height, the motion would have placed her hand on his cheek had it been him before her and not the wood between them.
She hesitated and in the spaces between inaction and resumed action, it felt as if Time paused mid-crusade that moment and gauged retreat against the destruction of dreams both not yet understood or spoken. Its own decision required the choices of two people, however, not just Gen’s and not just Ana’s. He had made the choice to arrive before midnight—and at all, really. Now Ana had to choose whether or not to let Gen inside. Beyond the door in more senses than the obvious.
It started with a crack. Not a full commitment to a subliminal betrayal on her end. Wide cerulean eyes peered out from the narrow space between the door and its setting. Neither they nor the nearly ever-present smile Ana adorned as her mask gave anything away. The cold gust of air that slipped out was the only indicator that something was amiss beyond the entrance Gen had yet to be beckoned across. Until Ana spoke.
“Talk about what, Ku-ro-ka-mi?”
The stilted emphasis on each syllable of his last name, which Ana never used, was riddled with a giddiness in the way it was spoken that hid the warning of Ana’s tense mental state. There were only two people in all of UAU that could have interpreted it for what it was. One was busy partying it up beneath a sky that was about to explode. The other was staring back at the impending implosion that was Ana.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 6, 2024 3:57:48 GMT
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There was a grating crunch beneath Jun’s words indicating the dent pullers were hard at work. Ana, in the meantime, was pulling out tools for welding and muttering to herself about dimensional manipulation research. Transporting equipment would be much easier with unlimited storage. A single pack mule, or one whole Jun, which were the same thing really, could carry the entire contents of Ana’s lab if she could only unlock the mysteries of creating pocket dimensions without a Quirk. As it was, extra materials, namely the fiberglass Jun mentioned, was being delivered by a third party. Even Ana had limits on what she’d make Jun attempt to carry.
If only because science decreed she wouldn’t be able to.
“I’m not replacing all of it today! Probably! Maybe! So no need to rename it! Yet!”
Ana had tried to convince Jun to make several upgrades. She’d be lucky to get away with the few that had been approved. “But I could always add anti-marine creature artillery! Or you could just go with an old fashioned oil spill next time!” A joke. Rare from Ana, but perhaps more frequent since she had been spending more and more time with Gen. Not for any particular reason, of course! :)
“Or you could just… get good!”
There was the real Gen influence.
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Post by Ana Borovsky on Jan 5, 2024 18:29:24 GMT
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“No clue!”
That probably wasn’t the answer Jun expected, but Ana didn’t care about history. Was she a genius? Yes. Could her big ol’ brain have memorized historical info? With ease. She just didn’t want to because it wasn’t science. And science, not history, had prompted Ana to ask. Sort of. It was technically more philosophy, but one that presented a moral quandary in scientific fields when doing things like human augmentation.
“But the paradox asks that if you replace all the parts of something over time, is it still the same object?”
Ana stuck the dent pullers on either side of a particularly nasty crumpled zone spanning across the hull closest to her. Normal ones required some manual effort. This just required Ana to push a button that magnetized them and set them to work while she resumed rummaging through her supplies.
“I bet you end up wrecking this thing lots!”
Was she saying Jun was bad at boating or was she saying Jun had bad luck to encounter lots of things that could damage her boat? Who knew! With Ana it could be either, both, or neither.
“So if I have to fix it over and over, and replace everything eventually, will this still be the Gurren Express, or will it be something completely different?”
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