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quirk Dynamo
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Jan 29, 2021 21:21:09 GMT
Hyousuke caught a glimpse of the inked individual as he was walking with Sigga, but didn't bother to survey him much. It wasn't like there was much to see, after all. Just a man doing his job. Hyousuke was hardly the most perceptive of people when it came to social situations - or anything outside of a fight at that - so he didn't see the way that he looked at Sigga, but even if he did, it was debatable as to whether he'd be able to recognise that there was anything wrong with it.
He was a little surprised to see that very same man at the register, having thought him busy with other matters, but it didn't elicit more than a briefly quirked brow, before his face returned to a neutral expression. He stood, lightly tapping his foot against the floor, glancing idly about at whatever else was in the store to pass the time, just waiting to see Sigga move off so he could get his goods scanned. That neutral look slowly fell into one of concern, however, when he heard the tone that he was speaking at her with. It didn't get any better when he started paying attention to his words either.
He looked between the man and Sigga, hoping that the one manning the register would just get on with his job. What did it matter to him that she took something from the back rather than from the front? So long as she paid and didn't damage anything, what did he care? And sure, the water was probably a bit inconvenient to deal with, but that was a complaint he was going to have to take up with Mother Nature. The way Hyousuke saw it, if he was going to take ire with them for tracking water all over the place, he'd have to do it for every customer that came in during inclement weather.
He held his tongue for a moment. He didn't want to cause a scene. Despite there being a deep-seated urge for him to get pissed and start grilling him, he had to hold back. If he was going to be better than the person that entered UA, he couldn't let anger get the better of him - regardless of how big or how little the situation might be. But when Sigga didn't give a response, Hyousuke couldn't help himself. Striding to stand next to her, he levelled his gaze at the man, expression stony - but eyes fierce.
"Yare yare..." He started, clearly irate to some degree. His time as a delinquent - brief though it might have been, in comparison to some others' - had started to come back. The sheer lack of hesitation in his voice... it was clear that it wasn't his first time acting tough at someone older. "You got a problem with her picking what she wants? So long as her money's good, what's it matter to you?"
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quirk SYNAPTIC FLAY
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Feb 3, 2021 4:29:45 GMT
The man’s glare shifted from Sigga over to Hyousuke. His brown eyes narrowing suggested he didn’t take kindly to the flippant tone of her peer’s words. In fact, the girl could now clearly make out the distinct bulging of a vein on the side of the cashier’s head. With the air of someone that wasn’t about to be drawn in to a tit-for-tat argument, the man ignored the blonde boy’s remark and simply repeated his previous words, this time at Hyou. “You’re leaving puddles all over th’ place as well...”
The tension was palpable. Sigga didn’t know what to do.
While Suzuki-san’s interjection hadn’t moved things along, the bald girl was grateful he had come to back her up. If she wasn’t currently on thin ice, legally speaking like the ankle monitor tucked into a wet sock suggested, Sigga would have just beaned the man in the head with a handful of coins and bolted out of the store with her technically-paid-for produce. Heck, if this had occurred before her run-in with the law she wouldn’t have even bothered with the coin bit at all. Undoubtedly any sudden pursuit would have been thwarted by the puddles they had left in the shop anyway.
Words. They had to solve this with words. Preferably before the situation escalated any further. Split between playing the role of a diplomat or that of her more honed role of someone with a more duplicitous tongue, the girl quickly brainstormed a narrative that would hopefully solve all their problems with a few well selected lines. But she never got the chance to utter them.
Just as Sigga opened her mouth to speak a loud CRACK interrupted her. The girl didn’t even have time to flinch.
Before her senses took in the scene before her another CRACK echoed throughout the small shop.
The color from the fish’s face faded. At first she had thought she had been the one that had been hit, so clear had the sound of contact been. Her amber eyes, wide like dinner plates, shifted but a few degrees over. The tattooed man behind the counter slowly blinked at them, his intense gaze softening ever so slightly. Without offering so much as a single word he, very calmly, scanned Sigga’s can of peas and then began to weigh the leek as if nothing of interest had just occurred.
From the side of the man’s head the slow growth of a lump began to push up against what one would presume to be the handle of a mop. It had clearly been the instrument that had startled everyone when it had twice made contact with the man’s head. While the cashier hadn’t deigned to look at who was holding the mop handle that had struck him, Sigga did.
Just above the counter she could make out the ashen white hair of an old lady, one whose age could easily outweigh the sum of all others’ in the shop. A small, boney hand gripped the end of the mop which was still slowly being pushed away by the ever-enlarging lump on the side of the man’s head. The expression on the elderly woman’s face was indecipherable, so hidden was it by compounding wrinkles.
Though Sigga recognized the store’s primary proprietor from a previous trip, that knowledge did little to resolve the new, but very real, feeling of trepidation. Indeed, the young fish fully expected the inked man to retaliate to the ambush. But when he had finished tallying up the total of her purchase and patiently waited for payment, Sigga couldn’t help but reevaluate the situation.
Her eyes darted from the man, to the old lady, to Hyou, back to the old lady, and then again to the man. The development that had occurred right in front of their eyes seemed too surreal. Sigga hadn’t even noticed that the cashier’s expression hadn’t just softened, but had outright been replaced with a nervousness that seemed to outweigh the her own. You’d think the wizened old woman was holding a gun to his head rather than a mop. Still unmoving, Sigga’s eyes once again looked towards the senior.
As if only now noticing the two UA students in her shop, the lady turned to face Hyou and Sigga, offering a warm and wrinkly smile.
Uh… went the bald girl’s mind, seemingly uncertain how to proceed.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Feb 12, 2021 0:34:43 GMT
Contrary to Sigga's determination to solve things through words, Hyousuke seemed like he was raring to take a more direct approach to solving the problem. Teeth grit and hands clenched tight, the memories all came flooding back, and he was a young kid with a chip on his shoulder once more. Some arrogant little upstart with something to prove, lashing out at anyone he thought had looked at him funny. He knew what he was doing wasn't right, that he was a UA student - that he had to be better than he was before. But old habits died hard, and there was a look in his eyes that grew more intense with every passing moment.
Before he had a chance to act, however, that sudden crack rang out into the store. Instinctively, he threw up his hands into a defensive position, covering his head and tensing his muscles to brace against whatever came after. But nothing came. The second one made him flinch, but nothing had hit him. Slowly, he lowered his guard, and glanced around. The vicious look in his gaze had subsided the sudden shock of it all having shaken him from the haze he was caught in, snapping him suddenly back to reality. It took a few moments more for him to fully process what was happening, and then yet more to force out a response to it all.
Part of him wanted to laugh. The sheer absurdity of it all wasn't lost on him, nor was the man being forced to swallow a slice of humble pie. But his emotions were still in disarray, and it was all he could do to smile politely - if weakly - back at the woman that had managed a timely intervention. Once she was finished with Sigga's groceries, he meekly put his own up onto the counter, along with about as close as he could get to the right amount in notes. He kept smiling, fishing for a response, until eventually he managed to come out with something.
"Th-thanks..." He managed to stutter out, a nervous smile on his face. "And, uh, sorry. About the mess. And..." He gestured vaguely between the group, as if to apologies for inconveniencing her with having to intervene.
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quirk SYNAPTIC FLAY
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Feb 18, 2021 23:39:59 GMT
The bald girl too returned the old woman’s smile with one of her own, though Sigga’s eyebrows didn’t quite mimic the sentiment as they were busy doing some sort of dance of concern like a pair of spiky purple caterpillars. The old lady simply beamed more broadly at them.
Still stunned by the proceedings, it wasn’t until the inked cashier’s brow furrowed once again that the girl realized she was holding things up. He didn’t say anything though. This time. Just waited patiently. “Oh! Uh...” Sigga snapped back to life and dug out enough from her fish-shaped coin purse to pay for her purchase. She then grabbed her leek and can of peas off the counter, declining the offer of a receipt and to have her groceries bagged, and moved aside so Hyou could have his own items rung up.
Sigga eyed the transaction over her peer’s shoulder with curiosity. It was positively banal. His items were tallied up, some bills given as payment, an appropriate amount of change returned, and finally concluded with an offer of a receipt and to have his groceries bagged.
The blonde stuttered a thank you and apology which Sigga promptly echoed with a polite bow, still too befuddled by the situation to speak normally. To his credit the man returned the bow and thanked the two, still-dripping, teens for their business. She didn’t even hear any resentment in his voice. Clearly the little old lady had some profound effect on the man and Sigga doubted it was brought on by any Quirk. She hadn’t even realized the senior’s influential presence had just as much impact on the teenager’s conduct as the cashier’s.
A familiar chime jingled overhead as they duo exit the shop. From behind them they could hear the man’s facade crumble at the absence of customers with a “Yeah, yeah. I’m going. I’m going.” Sigga risked a quick backwards glance just in time to see a tattooed hand snap up the mop handle and move out of sight to deal with the spate the student’s had left in their wake.
When the door closed behind them Sigga turned to Hyou. Her stolid expression quickly cracked as the fish led out a strangely deep and lengthy chortle of “Eh hyue hyue hyuek~” as if they had just gotten away with something decidedly inappropriate.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Feb 27, 2021 5:25:33 GMT
Still in some sort of daze, Hyousuke was more or less running on autopilot, nodding and agreeing - in a far more reserved tone than he usually would - to having his things bagged up. Clutching it, and offering a brief thanks in return once he'd stashed the change haphazardly into his pocket, he turned back to Sigga and moved out of the store with her, only glancing back when he saw her looking towards the scene they'd just left. He had to admit, as much emotional whiplash as the entire affair had given him, there was some small measure of joy to be taken in seeing that.
It was only her laughing that broke him out of his funk, however, causing him to smirk and hold a balled hand up to his mouth in some vain attempt at stifling a laugh. Finally out of the shop and out of earshot, he managed to actually process what had happened, and begin to laugh at the image of some big, tough, delinquent getting cracked over the head by (presumably) his grandmother and a trusty cleaning implement.Though his reaction was perhaps more subdued than Sigga's (if only because of him consciously trying to keep it that way), there was no doubting it was genuine.
Once he'd calmed himself enough to speak, he turned to her, still grinning a little. And, in one of his exceedingly rare moments of 'genius,' Hyousuke actually managed to say something approaching what some might consider clever.
"Seems like he really needed to clean up his act." He said, barely managing to keep himself from snickering at his own joke.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Mar 6, 2021 2:06:43 GMT
It was a terrible joke. An uninspiring one-liner from an amateur's comedic act. And Sigga… well, she ate it right up. At first Hyou’s timely comment had the girl simply stop her chortling and stare at him blankly. She was good at masking her thoughts with expressions that slyly contradicted them. But soon her guise cracked. Her lip twitched, curling back into a semicircle as the girl tried to fight off the involuntary muscle movements in her face. In the end Sigga quickly turned away from the blonde as her mouth exploded into embarrassingly loud laughter, far in excess than the punny line deserved. At least she didn’t cover the already soaking student in her spittle, which united inconspicuously with the rain just past the shop’s awning. Both the fins jutting out from the sides of her head as well as the ones along the back of her legs seemed to splay as her face flushed with crimson glee. It was a struggle to tune down the laughter. Sigga wasn’t even sure why she was laughing so hard. Nor could she vouch that the store’s proprietor and lone employee were out of earshot of her abrupt guffawing. Seemingly incapable of muting herself, the girl booked it. There was no reason to risk another awkward interaction with the store’s clerk. She bolted down the street like a thief attempting to elude the fuzz. Her lanky, oversized hands swung side to side, one white knuckle gripping her leek and the other a can of peas. Presumably Hyou was still at her heels, though the girl was far too busy trying to stop her sides from quaking in vigor as she ran, laughing maniacally all the way. The rain hadn’t subsided during their grocery store incursion. It may even have intensified slightly, dampening Sigga’s laughter-turned-to-wheezing with a much louder chorus of droplets striking wet pavement. Soon she’d be far enough away from the shop that not even a well-tuned hearing Quirk could pick up the fish’s cacophony. |
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