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indie and selective RP blog for an BNHA Oc. Both mun and muse are of age. Crossover and Oc friendly. Multi-verse and Multi-ship. Please read the about and rules pages before interaction! Penned by Note!

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bxd-kxrma:

Karma gave a nod, in a way it was certainly noble of her to take on that much responsibility for the school and Karma had no clue that such a job existed or how important it was to be done. She gave a small smile and a light bow of gratitude before she noticed the chair begin to move. 

Oh that was pretty cool, so logistics had chairs that would move on their own? Seemed sensible enough and how smart they were it wasn’t entirely unbelievable… But then she heard what the other said and gears began to turn, connections were made then suddenly.

‘Oh shit!’ She thought before getting her own words out “O-Oi, Oi… You don’t need to get up, that’s fine! I-I’m sorry, I just assumed that you weren’t… I mean…” How was she supposed to recover from this? Karma basically told someone who couldn’t use their legs to get up off their wheelchair. “T-That’s fine there!” She tried to get to her knees to get under the table to clean the area but in her flustered state she smacked her head on the edge of the table making a loud noise and everything on the table shake and move “Son of a bitch….” She said, a hand holding her forehead where she had bumped it.

“It is perfectly FINE. There is nothing in my body that does not allow me to function just as ANY other member of society does. Do not start to apologize for my condition, it is ANNOYING when people pity me for something i do not think it worth of any worry” This was actually the FIRST time soimething close to an emotion can be sensed within her voice. Irritation to be exact. Her face did not change at all, however. PITY is something she did not tolerate. Not towards HERSEFL at least. PITY is for the fools who are depressed over not being able to move their LEGS. so WHAT? She did follow the other’s words and did NOT try to get up, however, that small RANT of hers was already heard. She became silent for a moment, getting the negative EMOTION under controll and then continuing to TALK. 

“APOLOGIES. Your reaction is something i recieve on a daily basis. It is getting rather TIRESOME since i do not consider myself as special or DISABLED”

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@bugamour for a sudden starter!

“EXCUSE me. It appears that i have been FORGOTTEN about in the middle of this CHAOS” That is just a GREAT start to her trip in Paris. Her own guide and the one who was RESPONSIBLE for her transfer to the school just ran away as soon as this so called villain showed up. Yuki was completely baffled by how INCOPETENT this villain is and how ridiculous his powers are. Are they SURE this is what needs to be feared? The HEROES of this city was no BETTER. However, the white-haired gitl on a wheelchair still decided to call out for one of the two, the girl, as soon as the battle was finished. Honda hersefl appeared to be as calm as can be, simply observing the fight from the side of the road where she was basically STUCK. 

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I think i have a thing(tm) possibly planned (read as another Oc but villain) and i kinda wanna pick a fitting quirk to expand upon their backstory. Can someone like help me do stuff? Talk to meh and such. 

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“Understood. Do as you WISH. My work is to merely give ADVICE and play out from there” A simple answer provided for the first set of words. She could never undertand such ATTACHMENT to mere clothes. Perhaps there was an IDEA behind it, but she cannot possibly agree to that idea. Besides. That’s not what was INTERESTING to the white-haired student. What WAS is the fact that their guest was being awfully disonest. Perhaps it was just something of a mission above own interests type of deal. Another thing that she did not really care about. She only does this mission because it goes along with her interests. And it won’t be any difficult for her to decline it and let someone else handle this situation. However, a comment must be MADE for the situation that have just been unfolded. After all, she did share some INTERESTING information regarding their structure of buisness there. 

“So military then? CURIOUS. Being a hero in Japan is a job. People of the country PROTECT themselfs. There are many reasons, REALLY. Some do their job for simple gain, some do their job in the need to save everyone. It is nothing to be excited about. In MY opinion at least. Maintaining order is something everyone does in ther OWN way” She sounded rather indifferent to the spectacle, her gaze fully focused on the other female in the car. Yes. Dishonest. It is to be expected. She even thought that would it be an other person, they would probably call her out on that, but Honda herself had no interest in such matters. 

“We are YET to arrive, so i shall tell you about the departments of U.A. First and foremost. The Heroic deparetment. People there learn to be professional heroes that combat villains and save lives, then there is SUPPORT department, we develop tech and costumes to boost other heroes abilities or ALLOW them to use them in theor full potential. I am currently one of the more hugh ranking member of that department. Then there is management department. Economy process of the job, ratings, everything that does involve heroes....paperwork is THEIR job. And the general department...is everyone ELSE”

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“Honda Yuki. I am a third year student and a part of the SUPPORT department. I was picked because i am the only one that has the time needed to give you PROPER attention” The white-haired girl said while not even LOOKING at the other sitting beside her. She did seem annoyed for SOME reason. Perhaps that reason has to go with the fact, that she needed to go through this entire procedure of interacting with the officer. She felt good enough just using her hands to transport herself in short distances, but the PRIDE of nation did not allow the officers to behave any differently. At least that’s what the teachers said. Sitting in one car with the SUBJECT allowed to look her over a few more times. And in RETURN the other would have been free to observe Yuki herself. From all the indicators she wasn’t excited about the mission, she was not annoyed. Non of the actual political Japanese POLITICAL figures even tries to speak with her back at the place of meeting. It seems like both U.A representatives and the government oficcials were basically ignoring each other’s existence. 

“I would advise you to CHANGE your clothes. People here don’t usually wear UNIFORMS. However, you are free to wear whatever you like. Also...” Her next wors were interrupted with the sound of an explosion and the sounds of gunfire. A crime. A small one, it seems. As far as Honda was aware, there was a Bank nearby. She was about to singal the hero soceity but then she saw the driver signaling somwhere to the sky. And then HE came. How interesting. So ALL MIGHT was passing by. Trully intimidating stature of the best hero of Japan almost brought calm to every person that were about to panic. They started CHEERING and laughing. HE came. They were already saved. What happened in the next few seconds you cannot call anything but an adult scolding little children. Seemihgly invincible to gunfire and explosions, the man with a wide smile defeated all of the villains never wasting more then one PUNCH on each of them. He was awfully casual. A loud, roaring laugh can be heard. He salutes the citizens and then he is already on the way. making another gigantic leap towards whatever he was going to. Ah. U.A. Right. He was a teacher there after all. 

“FLASHY as always huh” And so they continued their ride. They arrived in the academy SOON enough. 

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songun-manse:

She was certainly surprised when the girl in the wheelchair spoke in a perfect stream of Korean. That being said, not the Korean she was used to hearing.

“Would you look at that!” she would exclaim, politely covering her mouth amidst the surprise. Turning around, she would claim the attention of the North Korean delegate with ease. “What a resourceful student has been assigned to us, Representative Park!”

The man in question simply slowly bowed and branded a somewhat shady smile. The girl didn’t miss the numbers shifting inside of her eyes but did not address it at all.

“My, my! You surprised me greatly there. But yes, by all means we should proceed forward.”

She went into a pensive pose and emitted a soft sound, a hum of some sorts, before giving an answer.

“I would love to see the facilities of your school!”

Her gaze LINGERED. She saw the smile. Of course. Ulterior motive it is. It does not matter. It is not her PART to play. Politics never interested her. Just a bunch of morons trying to sound important and smart, when it fact they were NOT. For a perseptive person the way she was looking towards the politician was almost too clear. It’s not even disgust. It’s the same exact way you look at the BUG, running around in the kitchen. Well, all of those people DID have the same value for Honda as an INSECT would. And to add to that, that look was void of any emotion. However, after a few moments she finally looked back at the student. 

“I was chosen because i simply happened to KNOW Korean. Resourcefulness has NOTHING to do with it. Follow me. A transport AWAITS us.” A few simple CLICKS on the keyboard imbedded in the handle and the wheelchair turns around, starting to go towards the car that was ready to trasport both students back towards U.A. One of the officers gave her a HAND. After pressing a few other buttons, she, surprisingly, lifted herself using the hand of the officer and the car itself. Her legs dangling in the air helplessly, indicating that she was in fact UNABLE to move them. After a moment, she placed herself in the car, while the officers packed the wheelchair, that suddenly became much smaller through transforming. 

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“It’s SIMPLE, really. Humans just like this old tradition that takes it’s roots in the time where HUMANITY were unawhare of what this trully is. And so they CALLED it shooting starts, because from the perspective of a human, both stars and those falling objects look almost the same” a lengry response to something that really didn’t NEED one. Of course, being a literal knowledge storage, she simply could not deny herself in SHARING that information. Being in support department meant just that. SUPPORTING. 

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mindlesspurplegaze:

Shinsou narrowed his eyes at the other, confused as to why she decided to speak to him. It was weird having people start conversations with him. He didn’t particularly mind. Really, it was just mildly annoying. He wasn’t a huge fan of talking to near strangers. Especially about his quirk. “Yeah. A lot of people strain against the control and I can feel it. It depends on how willful they are. Midoriya’s the only one whose ever completely broke my control though. You would comply or at least attempt to.” Shinsou had faith in that. His quirk was pretty strong and he knew it. He didn’t know anyone else apparently strong enough to break his control. “If you are incapable of actually standing, you’d try to and probably just end up falling.”

“Ah, so that’s how it is. A subject tries to complete the task no matter the subject’s own capabilities. NOTED. I am Honda Yukio. I am from the support department. I am responsible for the costume creation AND in some ways, tactical support of the U.A operations. Knowing the specifics of the students QUIRKS will allow me to create a sufficent strategy should you participate in any of the practical missions” There is not even a hint of actual negative emotion. She did not try to say anything about how good or bad his quirk is. it was just that, a QUIRK. She won’t voice it of course, but she never viewed quirks as something more then TOOLS at human’s disposal. Every quirk has it’s USE but it is HOW you put it’s use into action will make you a villain or a hero. That’s really all there is to it. However, she DID understood that she might made the other uncomfortable. So SOMETHING must be said.

“My apologies for the sudden question of THAT matter. I, sometimes, fail to see the boundaries of social interaction, i pursue KNOWLEDGE without bias. I am of an opinion that quirk does not defy a human, their actions do. Despite the properties of a quirk you have the possibility of you ever becoming a villain is not more then three point two PERCENT”

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songun-manse:

The Station they had arranged the arrival of the newcomer was certainly packed, policemen, cameras, news reporters and many of the like. This was vital to the areas geopolitical future, even for a mere foreigner student coming to Japan. For where she came from was, in fact, the Hermit Country. North Korea. A country with a history of conflicts, aggression and tension with its neighbours since an older time, a time in which the world was divided into two.

Out the girl came, gracefully and mildly goosestepping with the North Korean delegate and a small quarry of soldiers, some men and women in uniform that marched up until the crowd, shouting enthusiastically while halting to a stop and skillfully broke apart to create a tunnel for the petite girl to navigate through, as she kept smiling and saluting to the cameras.

“Haro~!” she would spill out in terrible and broken Japanese. “Noiss tzu mieat yous!” would follow usually, before joining up with the Japanese committee, both shaking hands.

Tension was in the air, obviously, but there was also some optimism lingering. If everything went according to the plan, obviously, both countries would benefit and tensions in the area would be defused, right?

“Yous moust bee, tze won stiudient assigneid to mei, roight?” she politely smiled, while bending down and offering her hand to the girl in the wheelchair.

She was in full KDA uniform, her brass with two stars indicated she was in fact, an officer of some sorts. By her belt lied some utilities, but most shockingly a gun. A gun which the Japanese authorities had no right to retrieve from her unless she herself committed a crime, as per the treaties of that country had established. Her leather boots and bombed hat with a red star, finished her military look, as even if she was the smallest in the contingency of North Korean soldiers there present, she still inspired some sort of authority.

Meanwhile, in the background, the politicians made small talk, while shaking their hands and smiling for the cameras.

“No need to force yourself. I am perfectly FINE speaking your own language. But INDEED i am the student that is assigned to you as a guide, translator and a curator” She spoke in a perfect korean. Nothing even indicated that she is in fact of Japanese heritage. Pale hand extended in return, completing the hand-shake. It was only simple matter of respect. U.A personell specifically said that she MUST provide absolute respect towards the transfer student and that everything must go SMOOTHLY. She was not the one to disobey direct instructions. It was something she had to do to recieve resources for her EXPERIMENTS that will eventually lead ot the completion of her GRAND goal. The crimson eyes looked directly into those of the korean STUDENT. Seemingly emotionless girl was basically studying every simple movement of the other. The brain was already working, producing a very limited BEHAVIOR profile. The gaze then moved to the other soldiers doing the same with them. Noticably the eyes of U.A student lacked pupils. Instead, NUMBERS can be seen, basically replacing them. Zero in her right eye and one in her left. A curious SIGHT. Then, one final shift of the eyes and she studies the politicans in the background. She cannot hear what are they talking about from here, but it’s she did not CARE much either. 

“I suppose we can PROCEED. First of all. What do YOU wish to do firstly?” Even the people around her were clearly weirded out by how well she knew the language. 

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“Senpai–” 

Ren resisted the urge to reach up around their neck for the mask to tug over their mouth. They didn’t have it today. They felt bare. Of course this was when a teacher would ask them to run errands.

“A teacher asked me to deliver these papers to you. Unless you aren’t Honda-san…?”

“Yes, my name is in fact Honda Yukio. Who asked you to bring me THESE?” A simple question followed by her USUAL calm gaze towards the other. The boredom partially lifted from her face to be replaced with CURIOSITY. Even if the change was almost UNNOTICABLE. She also calmly INSPECTED the suuposed messanger. She did not see her before. How INTERESTING.

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”…The hell do you mean by perfect!?” That combination of father figure, science and some haphazard trip to perfection had stuck him in place. What crawled through him was a sickening clutch that couldn’t be described. Being met with her overall lack of emotion to top things off, Ryuji at this point couldn’t just keep his mouth shut.

“Crap like that is never a thing to begin with! That– rrgh, I swear an asshole like that better be locked up for a damn long time.” A frustrated kick of the foot met the ground as he tries to simmer himself down. Positives such as the fact she is still here and somehow attending school has to be considered for. Did that mean she was being taken care of by hopefully some less than horrible relatives? Truth be told, it really wasn’t his place to see while meeting someone clear off the bat.

Yet he couldn’t help feeling disturbed. Homura’s manner of glossing over it simply didn’t sit right with him.

“…..”

“I mean, I guess..”

“From the way I see it, they’re fightin’ for the underdogs here. Shitty people have been getting knocked out left and right for what looks like the first time in forever.” If it hadn’t been for the earlier drop of information, Ryuji’s heart at her curiosity would’ve been much more alert, a pinch nervous and giddy even. Right now? There’s just this edge of sadness that couldn’t be kicked out of him. It only offered a increased sense of composure.

“I....i see. Fighting for the UNDERDOGS. I wonder if i can somehow talk to a member of the GROUP” His sudden OUTBURST of emotion surprised her a little. After all, nobody ever talked to her about the fact, that it was something different and it took her a LITTLE time to process his words. But she DID reply to the second thing, about these Phantom Thieves. Both parts of the conversation, so DIFFERENT put her mind in a state of momentary confusion. But...locked? Her father did not break any rules or commited any crimes as far as SHE knew. The poor girl did not even consider herself a thing of VALUE, a human that is worth protecting. Her mental CONDITIONING started to KICK in and was in conflict with her urge to be free, leaving her STUNNED and filled with DOUBT. The distress clearly showed itself on her face, the internal conflict reflecting that of a TRAUMA. Three minutes had to pass before she managed push back the emotions, regaining COMPOSURE. Hands still slightly shaking.

“A...apologies. Something was wrong with me...for a second. My...father is a respected scientist. He is CONDUCTING his work as per USUAL. His work will surely help huma...huma....grhhh....” She winced in pain, cupping her own head with her hands. Headache that always appeared whenever she tried to go against fathers orders was getting stronger. She even UNDERSTOOD that the pain is not real. It’s just a part of several modifications her father made to her MIND. She started to count ihe seconds. Thirty seconds, sixty seconds, ninety seconds. The pain is FINALLY gone. With shaking fingers, she slowly takes a small note-book from her pocket and writes something. She than hands the note over to the blonde boy, trying to shake the confusion off. 

“I apologize. You witnessed something unsightly. Please, do not MIND it” her words, however, CONFLICTED with what was written on the piece of paper....HELP.

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@songun-manse requested a starter!

Student exchange program. It is not something that Yuki wanted to WASTE her time on, but the higher ups demanded someone to ACCOMPANY and ASSIST this student from the outside. Korea. North Korea to be exact. A CURIOUS development for a country that has never been the one to go out oftheir WAY to establish any sort of connection with the OTHERS. An ulterior motive is to be expected. Some sort of TACTIC. Perhaps Yuki is wrong, but never the less, she is one of the only students that has the ability to communicate with the outsider freely with her knowing at least ten languadges to some extend and Korean being one of them. And so, she WAITED on her wheelchair, that stood alongside some hero and police representatives, a BORED expression on her face. The student was about to come out in about five or six minutes. At least that is the estimated time of her CALCULATION. 

“She will come out SOON.” a simple phrase that made everyone around her become MUCH more serious. She was never WRONG in such simple calculations after all.