Post by Sigrid Tendo on Mar 29, 2022 22:15:11 GMT
Sigga was quick to pocket the cut of the winnings that Haruka had passed along to her. Not knowing what was and wasn’t allowed when it came to betting at the Flame On Agency had the fish edging on the side of caution. Even if most of those present were in on the action the bald girl wasn’t going to take any unnecessary risks.
The backstage betting wasn’t the only thing that had caught her off guard, though.
Sigga didn’t seem to immediately notice him. Point of fact she had intentionally been avoiding making eye contact with the blond during her post-combat celebrations. But when Tomoshibi-kun went to speak to the fish directly, she chose to notice him only on account that there would have been witnesses to any snubbing done on her part. And she didn’t want to conclude her internship with that kind of impression when everyone’s eyes were on her.
To Sigga’s surprise it wasn’t with a sardonic quip that the blond addressed her. Though flattery oft worked wonders at charging her batteries, the fish held too much suspicion of the other intern to take the words at face value. To her they seemed to come out of left field. As did the extended hand.
The bald girl simply stared at the boy, who wasted no time in explaining this sudden ingratiating behavior.
Oh. Right.
She had completely forgotten about having filed that official complaint. Clearly it hadn’t simply been tossed in the back of some file room. Someone had gone ahead and read it and brought it to the attention of the other student.
Sigga had no idea what exactly had been said to Tomoshibi; didn’t know if his apology was unquestionably genuine. The extended hand did provide an avenue of answering that question definitively however. But…
As was customary for the fish, she was already overthinking the situation. Tomoshibi already knew about her Quirk to some extent. Knew she could dive into his thoughts with physical contact. And yet he was still offering a handshake in this public attempt to patch things up.
“Appology accepted,” came Sigga’s muffled voice through her mask in a rather neutral if diplomatic tone. Her right hand, still remaining clothed in its oversized fire-retardant glove, gripped Jun’s extended hand and shook it. There was honestly little need to remove it and delve into the boy’s thoughts here. Even without utilizing her Quirk the fish was rather apt at reading body language and Tomoshibi-kun looked nothing if not abashed.
Though her expression remained remarkably placid, there was an entirely disparate train of thought at the back of Sigga’s mind that contrasted greatly in her recent attitude towards the other intern. She doubted anyone present would have guessed at it, but voicing it aloud right her and now would have been mortifying in its own right, and the fish wasn’t about to jump into a match with the blond on seeing which one of them could turn a deeper hue of scarlet.
With the exchange remaining short, Sigga let go of Tomoshibi’s hand and turned back towards Flame On’s head honcho.
Firebrand had no shortage of questions for the youth, giving Sigga plenty to think on for the impromptu self-review being asked of her.
Sigga tugged the goggles that had been obscuring her eyes and let them snap back onto her hairless dome as she got to thinking. “Well…” she began, amber eyes darting to the floor as she brooded, a gloved hand tugging the mask down to her chin.
Open ended questions like what was her biggest reason for winning were tough. It felt like there could have been countless answers out there to give, despite the word biggest seeming to stipulate there being only a single possibility. She would have loved it if she could just rummage about the minds of all of Flame On’s staff to see what answers they might have suggested, but without being given much time to think on it only one idea materialized at the forefront of her thoughts. “-I didn’t… panic?”
There wasn’t a lot of confidence in her answer. But it was the first one she could think of. Compared to her previous bout and even that encounter with the Villain that attacked her earlier in the internship, today Sigga managed to remain far more level-headed. And that was despite feeling like she was overwhelmingly outmatched going up against the archer.
As for what she would have done differently? There were a few ideas that Sigga had thought of the morning of today’s match, tactics that were on a completely different scale to her umbrella and smoke grenades. But both of these ideas came with their own set of complications; concerns of an ethical nature.
Had she realized how valuable an asset Haruka would have been in preparation for the match, the intern might have asked the woman if maybe she could have convinced the agency to host a nomikai the night prior and somehow get the agency’s head to imbibe to a degree that would leave him with a dreadful hangover during the match. Of course this wasn’t exactly a tactic that one would ever be able to utilize against a Villain in the field for a multitude of reasons.
A more reasonable modification to her tactics (with the word reasonable being used liberally) would involve Sigga turning Firebrand’s Quirk against him. It would have been tricky to execute, but if she could have positioned herself in a manner where she could dodge one of Firebrand’s searing arrows whereas the missed projectile would inadvertently strike one of the building’s sprinkler system, thereby triggering them all to douse the entire arena with a heavy shower it would have almost certainly nullified some of the Quirk’s thermal properties. Of course flooding an entire Pro-Hero agency’s headquarters just to gain an upper hand during a sparring match probably wouldn’t look all that great on her CV.
In the end Sigga settled on an easy answer to the question, leaving her out-of-the-box scheming unsaid. “Probably wouldn’t have wasted that first grenade, throwing it down somewhere where you could easily shoot it.” Her eyes narrowed as she reflected on the blunder. Thinking about it some more made her realize just how disgustingly optimistic it was of her to think her opponent would simply allow for that smoke grenade to operate unchallenged. “Yeah… definitely… definitely wasn’t a big-brain moment in retrospect.”
“Though… on the topic of smoke grenades…” Sigga continued, shifting over to the final question poised by Firebrand, “I-I’m not sure how well I would have fared without having all these extra tools at my disposal.”
That was a lie. She knew exactly how well she would have fared. There was no question. Which was probably why Sigga had been allowed to equip herself as she saw fit.
With one of the most significant challenges being closing the distance between herself and her opponent unscathed, there was little she could have otherwise done. Certainly her Quirk would have been of little help. If only her inborn abilities had some ranged applications to them.
The backstage betting wasn’t the only thing that had caught her off guard, though.
Sigga didn’t seem to immediately notice him. Point of fact she had intentionally been avoiding making eye contact with the blond during her post-combat celebrations. But when Tomoshibi-kun went to speak to the fish directly, she chose to notice him only on account that there would have been witnesses to any snubbing done on her part. And she didn’t want to conclude her internship with that kind of impression when everyone’s eyes were on her.
To Sigga’s surprise it wasn’t with a sardonic quip that the blond addressed her. Though flattery oft worked wonders at charging her batteries, the fish held too much suspicion of the other intern to take the words at face value. To her they seemed to come out of left field. As did the extended hand.
The bald girl simply stared at the boy, who wasted no time in explaining this sudden ingratiating behavior.
Oh. Right.
She had completely forgotten about having filed that official complaint. Clearly it hadn’t simply been tossed in the back of some file room. Someone had gone ahead and read it and brought it to the attention of the other student.
Sigga had no idea what exactly had been said to Tomoshibi; didn’t know if his apology was unquestionably genuine. The extended hand did provide an avenue of answering that question definitively however. But…
As was customary for the fish, she was already overthinking the situation. Tomoshibi already knew about her Quirk to some extent. Knew she could dive into his thoughts with physical contact. And yet he was still offering a handshake in this public attempt to patch things up.
“Appology accepted,” came Sigga’s muffled voice through her mask in a rather neutral if diplomatic tone. Her right hand, still remaining clothed in its oversized fire-retardant glove, gripped Jun’s extended hand and shook it. There was honestly little need to remove it and delve into the boy’s thoughts here. Even without utilizing her Quirk the fish was rather apt at reading body language and Tomoshibi-kun looked nothing if not abashed.
Though her expression remained remarkably placid, there was an entirely disparate train of thought at the back of Sigga’s mind that contrasted greatly in her recent attitude towards the other intern. She doubted anyone present would have guessed at it, but voicing it aloud right her and now would have been mortifying in its own right, and the fish wasn’t about to jump into a match with the blond on seeing which one of them could turn a deeper hue of scarlet.
With the exchange remaining short, Sigga let go of Tomoshibi’s hand and turned back towards Flame On’s head honcho.
Firebrand had no shortage of questions for the youth, giving Sigga plenty to think on for the impromptu self-review being asked of her.
Sigga tugged the goggles that had been obscuring her eyes and let them snap back onto her hairless dome as she got to thinking. “Well…” she began, amber eyes darting to the floor as she brooded, a gloved hand tugging the mask down to her chin.
Open ended questions like what was her biggest reason for winning were tough. It felt like there could have been countless answers out there to give, despite the word biggest seeming to stipulate there being only a single possibility. She would have loved it if she could just rummage about the minds of all of Flame On’s staff to see what answers they might have suggested, but without being given much time to think on it only one idea materialized at the forefront of her thoughts. “-I didn’t… panic?”
There wasn’t a lot of confidence in her answer. But it was the first one she could think of. Compared to her previous bout and even that encounter with the Villain that attacked her earlier in the internship, today Sigga managed to remain far more level-headed. And that was despite feeling like she was overwhelmingly outmatched going up against the archer.
As for what she would have done differently? There were a few ideas that Sigga had thought of the morning of today’s match, tactics that were on a completely different scale to her umbrella and smoke grenades. But both of these ideas came with their own set of complications; concerns of an ethical nature.
Had she realized how valuable an asset Haruka would have been in preparation for the match, the intern might have asked the woman if maybe she could have convinced the agency to host a nomikai the night prior and somehow get the agency’s head to imbibe to a degree that would leave him with a dreadful hangover during the match. Of course this wasn’t exactly a tactic that one would ever be able to utilize against a Villain in the field for a multitude of reasons.
A more reasonable modification to her tactics (with the word reasonable being used liberally) would involve Sigga turning Firebrand’s Quirk against him. It would have been tricky to execute, but if she could have positioned herself in a manner where she could dodge one of Firebrand’s searing arrows whereas the missed projectile would inadvertently strike one of the building’s sprinkler system, thereby triggering them all to douse the entire arena with a heavy shower it would have almost certainly nullified some of the Quirk’s thermal properties. Of course flooding an entire Pro-Hero agency’s headquarters just to gain an upper hand during a sparring match probably wouldn’t look all that great on her CV.
In the end Sigga settled on an easy answer to the question, leaving her out-of-the-box scheming unsaid. “Probably wouldn’t have wasted that first grenade, throwing it down somewhere where you could easily shoot it.” Her eyes narrowed as she reflected on the blunder. Thinking about it some more made her realize just how disgustingly optimistic it was of her to think her opponent would simply allow for that smoke grenade to operate unchallenged. “Yeah… definitely… definitely wasn’t a big-brain moment in retrospect.”
“Though… on the topic of smoke grenades…” Sigga continued, shifting over to the final question poised by Firebrand, “I-I’m not sure how well I would have fared without having all these extra tools at my disposal.”
That was a lie. She knew exactly how well she would have fared. There was no question. Which was probably why Sigga had been allowed to equip herself as she saw fit.
With one of the most significant challenges being closing the distance between herself and her opponent unscathed, there was little she could have otherwise done. Certainly her Quirk would have been of little help. If only her inborn abilities had some ranged applications to them.
