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[breathofcosmos]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘  / you choose

THE FIVE SENSES Prompt --- [Accepting-!]

[ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc )

"I'm not obsessed! Fascinated maybe but I swear it's not that intense." She certainly hasn't been watching movies and shows all day, no- and she hasn't been taking notes on the ones that catch her attention so strongly she has to key into her habit of writing and forming her memories and accrued knowledge on paper. The concept of being elsewhere and being able to focus on things aside survival and work?

It took her around this two month mark to start handling it better.

Rapid to some- too slow for herself.

"I was left unsupervised as well- that last history series also has me questioning thin-" A thump draws pause. She is highly aware they're on the fourth floor of an apartment complex, top floor, and the noise resounded above them.

It could have been a pin falling and she would still be a little too keyed into it. Hands draw together, as if wanting to initially and habitually reach under her coat for her weapon- that is currently housed elsewhere for emergencies.

Rules for this foreign existence, this other world she's been introduced to, and her friend usually, making her gut clench now even as she shakes off her anxiety with a little laugh, ocean blues fliting back to the other woman. "Were you, uh, expecting other company?" She's not nervous- no.

[breathofcosmos]

with a playful smirk, rumi holds up a hand and curls her fingers. it's as much a beckoning motion as it is an offer. "c'mere pretty bird, let me help you. that looks pretty rough."

"Rumi..." It's almost a guttural growl that rumbles past her teeth. A tid bit of playful edge that to anybody else would sound like she's threatening. All a certain hero has to notice though is the blue silver flare of a rippling glow across the apex of the stripes on her jaw and cheeks, darting up into her hairline as she hunches over slightly.

A frustrated huff slips past sharp teeth and a click of talons carries her slowly toward the other woman, muttering and grumbling until her forehead makes a quiet 'fwump' as she drops her face into the fluff of her collar.

"If this kills me I am taking you with me." She could be dramatic for this. As a treat.

[breathofcosmos]

in a dead-sprint, she picks the little lady up & cradles her close. "don't let go and don't look down." is all the warning she gives the reporter before abruptly bounding vertically up the sheer-face of the sky-scraper.

A disgruntled and mildly panicked 'oof' leaves the smaller woman when weight barrels into her, expertly enough to not bring harm. It's a strange place to be, stranger and terrible when the shrill sound of metal tears behind them.

"W-wait ma'am!!?" There really wasn't time for that, Meryl knows despite the words and she's obeying instinctively, fingers curling into what fabric she can find on the professional hero. The otherworldly feeling of the leap makes her shriek though and soon her face is buried too.

She might be a tad tired of getting things far over her head. Sometimes.

[quirkidol]

@heelpress​ liked for a starter!

While Kayla’s favorite Pro-Hero was definitely Hawks, her second favorite happened to be Mirko. She happened to respect those who spoke their minds more often than not. One thing she had come to dislike about hero society were those who only gave standard remarks over and over. Kayla’s way of speaking out was usually through her music instead of what she just says.

For being a celebrity, she couldn’t help but be a bit starstruck when she spotted the Ranked 5th Hero herself. It was a feeling she didn’t feel often, but that wouldn’t stop her from approaching the woman. 

“Um, Mirko? I’m the idol and hero Crystal Star and I look up to you a bit.” Introducing herself as a fan might be a bit much, so she decided against it. “I know you don’t really like team-ups, so I was wondering if you’d just be alright with a picture or autograph? If you don’t really do that sort of stuff, meeting you was already more than enough.”

[goyokuborn]

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Now spread your  翼 - - and don’t fall too FAST;;

 The sheer immense pressure by which he performed under daily should have been more difficult than this.         Compared to the potency she currently stared into his godamn soul with, however, the daily routine of those destined to die for the sake of citizenry felt like a mere drop of water on a single shoulder.   A signature expression that boasted naught but a lazy general care for the world around him, the eccentric NO 2 offered amusement in the form of teeth and affirmation that he was, indeed, trash.

          “H’oh, ya’ got one of those?                                               Why didn’t ya’ tell me before?”

Smug until the toll of his food was paid for her presence, there’d be a moment where it appeared as though a program was uploading that would bring him across the table after the stolen yakiniku, only to be terminated, as the Pro’s voice just kept coming instead.

                       “Y’got me - it’s just one mission, Mirko-san,                                        but I really need a power type to team up with.     I usually like going at it alone, but hey !                                 - I figured we get along well enough, eh?”