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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Nov 28, 2021 23:09:51 GMT
Ugh. This was ridiculous! No way was this any of her fault! What? Was she responsible for the weather now?? If it was sunny outside would she be held liable for any light that got into the building when she opened a door or window? Hrm??
Besides, with its grandiose scale it wasn’t like UA didn’t employ janitors anyway.
The sulking fish nearly slammed the classroom door open as she entered. She had just come from the counselor’s office. Apparently there had been a witness to her incredible crime. The crime of tracking in a teeny tiny bit of water into the school halls this morning. You know. ‘Cause of the rain?
Okay. Maybe it wasn’t just a teeny tiny bit of water. Maybe she had left behind a puddle or something. Maybe there were several puddles. Who's to say?
What? Was she just supposed to forgo a bit of frolicking in this perfect weather? Just pretend like the lure of overcast clouds massaging her scalp with cool dew wasn’t a thing? Maybe use an umbrella like all the other peasants? Hrmph! Sigga had some strong words for anyone with that mind set. Just… maybe not to their face or anything.
The student flung her bag across the empty classroom with one pink-mitted hand, missing her targeted desk by a foot, and closed the door behind her. She marched towards the desk in a huff, now also annoyed by her own inaccuracy in flinging objects.
Her foot sent the chair into a spin. This was stupid; a waste of time. She could be working on homework or doing something productive now.
As the chair slowed, the teenager hopped onto it in a straddle.
Her last pointless act of defiance would have been to thud her head against the top of the desk, but even that didn’t go as planned. With her sitting backwards she found the spine of the chair obstructing her.
“Mhrphrrugh...” groaned the girl, her face smushed into the plush fabric in resignation.
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Post by Samantha Riley on Nov 30, 2021 0:45:05 GMT
Sam sighed, it was not a good start to the year. Truthfully the whole thing left her a little nervous for her time at UA if she got into trouble this early. It was hard to convey her difficulties in managing herself. Where did she draw the line between the limits of ADHD and her own responsiblity. Where she stand up for herself vs accepting the teacher's wisdom. Being perpetually late to class wasn't good, but she was at least reliably late, never more than 10 minutes. Well aside from that one time she got lost.. but that was a different matter.
At least she'd have time to ponder it, or at least have someone to talk to about it. She knew there was a school counsellor, but in some ways another student was less intimidating. Maybe it was someone else with her disorder, an older student to impart hard learned lessons. She really hoped it wasn't just going to be a loud mouth honours student who'd put everything down to organisational issues.
Sam had to pause outside the classroom door. It was nerve wracking! It did not help her anxiety. She briefly considered just walking away, but that would make things worse long term. No, she had the willpower to see this through and prove she was a wrothy student.
Sam just wished she didn't have too.
The door slid open and she stepped inside, turning to ensure her tail was all the way in before she closed it. 'I hope I'm not la-?' Her words paused as she recognised the student in the room from her homeroom class. Sam couldn't quite place the name, but the fish girl had seemed more like a punk than an honours student. The thought of having gone into the wrong classroom crossed her mind, but no, she'd gotten better since the first incident. Instead she noticed the bag lying on the ground and the fish girl's posture.
'Are you alright?' was all she could think of.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Dec 11, 2021 22:08:08 GMT
Still wallowing around in her own indignation, it didn’t immediately register to Sigga that someone else had entered the room. It wasn’t until she heard a voice of concern that the fish’s psyche was brought back to terra firma.
She rolled her head to the side to get a look at who had interrupted this essential state of self-pity. “Hn?”
It was her classmate, Riley. Sigga had already memorized most of her classmate’s names, even if she didn’t spend much time conversing with them. Clearly not being native to Japan made remembering the kaiju that much more memorable. Also the height. The girl was tall.
Sigga’s cheek snapped off the head of the chair as she straightened in her seat. The bald girl seemed to shed some of her ennui as the newcomer approached.
“What are the charges?” the fish balked, in response to the other girl’s concern.
It took her a moment for Sigga to realize she might not have been clear, and the metaphor might be lost on someone who didn’t have quite the same rap sheet. So she clarified.
“What are you in for?” Another metaphor.
She rotated the back of the chair towards Riley, then planted her knees onto the seat so she could close some of the difference in height, peering over the top of the headrest. “Have the powers that be finished sentencing? Are we to be executed?” Sigga continued in a slightly over dramatic tone filled with worry. Her eyes glazed over a bit to further her mock despair.
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Post by Samantha Riley on Dec 12, 2021 5:38:13 GMT
Sam paused for a moment, the in your face nature of her classmate leaving her stunned before her words settled in. And when they did, she burst into a deep laugh at the drama unfolding. The playfulness put her at ease, that someone could still find something to enjoy in this moment and it lifted her spirits. Her mind quickly raced on to join in, she did enjoy improvisation. She wasn't sure how well an overtop Australian accent would go over in Japanese, hell it would probably be illegible, so she settled for tone and word join.
'They've given us the cruelest of fates,' she put a hand to her head, over actting did make life more interesting though it'd be nice if she could pronounce properly, 'for we shall be sentenced to boredom! To sit with nothing more than each other till our time comes!' Sam made an elaborate gesture, 'myself for impertinence,' her had gestured to Sigga, 'and you for....?' Damn, should've asked fir- waaait.
'You're being punished too? I was told I would meet someone who'd help me here by Skay-sensei. I thought it was you?' Sam headtilted. Instinctively her tail bent as well, collecting a desk behind her and sweeping it into another one with a loud bang. 'Dammit' Sam winced in english, before switching back. 'Sorry, kinda a little scatter brained being here.'
She backed up to straighten out the desks, minding her tail more carefully, before looking back to the girl, 'Thanks, that did cheer me up a bit. I'm Samantha Riley, or just Sam, if you haven't gotten my name yet. I'm still having trouble remembering everyones,' She had a nervous smile, showing off sharpened teeth.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Dec 14, 2021 21:21:15 GMT
Sigga’s eyes widened in abject horror at the girl’s rejoinder, fully embracing the unplanned method acting that was taking place. “Noo!” the fish screamed. Perhaps a bit too loudly. No doubt her wail had carried through the walls and into the hallway.
But either due to being oblivious or, more likely, so intensely invested in this spontaneous bit of improv, she carried on with her performance.
She hopped to her feet, her chair spinning from the dismount. And just as quickly Sigga collapsed back into her seat, and quite nearly fell off it.
The back of her oversized hand kissed her forehead, two amber orbs rolling in her skull. “Say it is not so!”
The inertia brought in by her return to the seat gave a fine degree of levity to the otherwise dramatic performance, as the fish continued to slowly spin in place. Riley’s confession and subsequent query, still all in-character, would not go unanswered.
“But a drip. A drip! Nay greater than a modest dribble; a drizzle! And yet! As unrefined as to receive prompt rebuke!” With this Sigga got once more to her feet, gesturing wildly with her hands in defiance, “Some are born mad. Some achieve madness. And yet here I stand, madness thrust upon my bosom in foul admonition! Is a young woman not entitled to her modest drip? NAY!”
She dropped to her knees, hysteria replaced with equally fabricated resignation. Her hands now clasp together in mock prayer, “A final wish. May this tyrannical sentence of death by monotony be swift, for I fear if I linger but a moment longer, more of my deeds will be challenged. And I will not- can not endure another visit to the barber!”
And with another elaborate arm flail, Sigga collapsed to the floor and died.
One would find it quite challenging to manufacture a set of circumstances that would do a better job to alleviate any tension the room might otherwise have possessed. Being disciplined for misbehavior, even by the relatively lax standards native to Japan, was something a budding teen would rarely welcome.
As evidenced by Sigga’s break in character, punctuated by a growing, hissing laughter emanating from her prone form, it was clear that the bit of cheering-up that occurred had it’s profound effects applied to both parties.
Having sat up, the bald girl nodded her head with mixed mirk and meekness in reply to Riley-san's question as to if she was being punished as well. “Oh. So that’s what they meant by co-counseling?”
Her expression shifted back to disapproval. Not only were they expected to be lectured, they were supposed to do some lecturing themselves. Or counciling, as they put it, Sigga thought to herself with mock air quotes.
A slight smirk crossed the fish’s face as she witnessed the other girl inadvertently perform a Heimlich maneuver on a nearby desk, before sending it crashing into an adjacent one. The grin didn’t last, as Riley made it clear the action had been an accident. The idea of trashing the classroom in defiance was a soothing one. Of course, there’d be no way Sigga would follow through on the thought, her personal circumstances ruling that she was supposed to be on her best behavior lest she be subject to a far more punitive punishment. No way would she risk getting sent back to juvie in America.
Riley-san’s thanks elicited a chuckle and a friendly smile from the fish still sitting on the floor. “Tendō. Sigrid Tendō.” Sigga replied, though giving no indication she had already memorized the kaiju’s name.
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Post by Samantha Riley on Jan 6, 2022 4:42:10 GMT
Sam looked around carefully. This wasn't her homeroom, with a chair that had been specially built for her anatomy and weight so that she had less distractions in class. A little embarassed at the need, it took a reminder that the support course built hero equipment on the school grounds and therefore a stronger chair was a trivial matter, to stop her thinking about it. No, all the chairs here would likely not fair well under her mass. Standing over Sigrid felt wrong, but then she chose to sit on the ground, for reasons unclear to Sam.
Finally she bit the bullet and lowered herself to the ground using her tail and the desks for support, suddenly glad for the Japanese propensity for cleanliness. On the floor, with her legs sticking out infront of her almost reaching Sigrid, the height disparity was greatly reduced. She quietly looked over the fish girl for a moment before deciding an awkward opening was better than none at all. He tail scales made a soft scraping noise as it lazily wriggled across the polished floor.
'It is nice to meet you Sigrid-san,' her tongue rolled awkwardly across the syllables. 'Japanese isn't my first language, so forgive me if I convey things a bit awkwardly. I guess Skay-sensei thinks we can learn something from each other.' Sam paused a moment, thinking of what to say next. Her gaze would shift from Sigrid, to past Sigrid, to other objects in the room though she kept returning it to eye contact. 'I don't know if I should go first, or if you want to go first, or if we should get to know each other first. Though if you don't mind me saything Sigrid-san, it seems strange to punish you over a drip, unless that was just part of the play acting?'
Sam shook her head at the moment, 'I'm not really that good with telling sarcasm from straight talk, but I did love doing some theatre in school, though I'm sure I'm was worse than I remember. After all memory can be a bit fallible annnnnnnd... I'm getting sidetracked,' she sighed, 'ADHD, fun for school and socialising.' The extreme roll in her tone would've told a brick wall she was being sarcrastic herself. Instead she got back onto it, 'I'm struggling to meet my schedules and responsibilities alone, couple that with a hideous quirk and an anatomy that doesn't respond well to medication. I'm guessing Skay-sensei thought you'd be someone who could help on one of those.'
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Jan 20, 2022 6:23:31 GMT
It was a bit of a happy accident that the fish remained contently seated on the ground as her classmate surveyed the room. The floor had simply been the location the final act of her charade had left her, but Sigga was sagacious enough to note the most welcoming seat for the kaiju was the one spanning the room’s lowest dimension. Though by accident, Sam had already shunted enough of the desks aside to leave plenty of space to sit across from the floor-bound girl.
Sigga waved a hand dismissively at Sam’s preemptive apology. The fish, though uncertain of the particular country that had influenced the other girl’s accent, was knowledgeable enough to figure out exactly what language it came with.
“S’ fine. Don’t worry about it. Feel free to speak in English if you prefer,” Sigga comforted, flawlessly switching languages mid-sentence. “I’m good with either,” she grinned, head nearly swelling up at the bilingual boast.
Indeed, Sigga spoke a flawless, decentralized North-American English. Her Japanese was equally as good which was why nobody had pegged her as a foreigner. Then again, she was technically born in Japan, so maybe ‘foreigner’ wasn’t the proper term in this situation.
Switching back to Japanese, Sigga added, “Let me know if you prefer I speak in one or the other.” The bald girl was well aware that for bilinguals, sometimes the difficulty with a new language was more so with speaking it, than hearing it be spoken.
Sigga listened, rather attentively, to the giant’s admissions. There was much for Sigga to remark on, though she stayed silent for the moment. Having to counsel the kaiju might not have been entirely in her wheelhouse of expertise, but Sigga certainly had some experience with ADHD. Case in point, one of her closest foster-sisters was a veritable bag of cats. Sigga’s younger sibling had it all. ADHD, autism spectrum disorder, bipolar disorder. Some people collected stamps. Mimi collected social and psychological anarchy. But that was hardly a subject to bring up at this station. Especially since Sigga had been asked something entirely unrelated. That being, the circumstances that had led her to be here in the first place.
“Uh…” Sigga muttered, feeling a little flustered at having to confess the actual reason she had been assigned to this co-counseling session. ADHD or not, it wouldn’t have been all that likely for any of Sigga’s classmates to decipher the exact meaning behind the ‘drip’ she had mentioned in that bit of play-acting. “Well…” she began again.
“It, uh, did technically involve dripping…” she went on. “Though, erm, uh, maybe not exactly a little.” Sigga clasped her hands sheepishly as she shifted into a proper cross-legged sitting position.
Sigga was still vehemently convinced the act that got her here wasn’t worthy of any sort of introspection or punishment. That said, she wasn’t certain Riley-san, or anyone really, would share that point of view. Though she’d better go ahead and explain herself, lest her counterpart mistakenly think she had been menstrating all over the place or something. Gawd.
“So, uh, I didn’t bring an umbrella with me this morning,” Sigga began. The day had begun with rather heavy rainfall. Those that didn’t leave their dorms prepared, better have sprinted straight to class lest they end up soaked to the bone. The thing was, Sigga didn’t exactly share the same compunction others did when it came to moving through the rain on the way to first period. In fact, not brining an umbrella or a rain jacket was but the tip of the iceberg.
“And I may have also walked kind of… slowly… and possibly… in circles? For a bit? You know?” Sigga puckered her lips, looking rather askance as the puzzle pieces fell into place. “I mean, I didn’t realize how absorbent these uniforms were,” she said, tugging at her sleeve.
A careful glance would reveal to Sam that Sigga’s uniform, though completely dry, seemed to be very wrinkled. It wouldn’t take much to put the rest together. Sigga wasn’t about to risk any sort of misunderstanding, so she continued with her confession.
“Anyway, I was sort of the one that left a puddle or two or thirteen in the hallways this morning. And in our homeroom. And at my desk. B-but, like, it was just water, right?”
There was a bit of a pleading tone as Sigga finished explaining herself. That conviction the fish had about being wrongly rebuked for those puddles seemed to be failing her. The simple act of stating what she had done seemed to have a rather profound effect on the bald girl's psyche.
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Post by Samantha Riley on Jan 21, 2022 5:08:11 GMT
'Japanese please, I need to practice.'
Sam paused and thought on Sigrid's words. In the span of explaining herself, the energy in Sigrid's voice had dropped. Sam had a brief moment of hesitation before figuring out honesty was what was best. 'Our brains are weird, one whole mass that we can't explain, but we know different parts control different things. When you say an idea, you process it differently to when you just think it.' Sam smiled softly, 'It did rain alot this morning. I got to homeroom late because I was drying myself off in the bathroom, didn't want someone to slip in a puddle I left, drop homework in it, or make too much extra work for the cleaners. Besides the thought of sitting... dripping in class... In cold clammy clothes, plus I'd feel like all the eyes were on me, judging me.'
Sam sighed, even her tail seemed to dip slightly, 'It's a shame though, I loved splashing through puddles as a kid, hated getting dirty, but puddles were like easy sculptures.' Sam looked over. Sigrid seemed honest enough. She thought to the animes she watched, and Sigrid made her think of a good natured punk. An archetype that wasn't mean, but valued doing their own thing and a chance to express themselves. 'Detention does seem a little harsh though, I'd have expected more a 'you must c-lean ze mess you made.'' Sam took a shot at Skay-sensei's accent. It was pretty bad, but she hoped it would lift Sigrid's mood a little. 'I just hope he didn't put us in here because we're both scaled ladies. Scadies? No, that sounds like a dungeon' She blushed a little at the thought of being a lady. Sam'd been fortunate enough her biology responded to hormone blockers, so she could transition properly when she was of age, but sometimes she still felt a little out of place about it.
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Jan 24, 2022 6:49:52 GMT
The wince was almost imperceptible. The only reason the subtle shift in Sigga’s expression occurred at all was because she thought the other girl’s recollection of this morning seemed ingenuous. Though she didn’t know Riley-san that well, she suspected the girl’s description of her tardiness was devoid of any intentional manipulation, which meant… that the pang of guilt the fish was now feeling after hearing the exhaustive list of consequences leaving puddles throughout the halls might wrought was that much more poignant.
Sigga’s thoughts were about to get even more introspective when her attention shifted back to the kauji’s last remark on cold clammy clothes. The affable grin returned as the fish offered, “I kind of like the feeling of wet clothes sticking to my body.”
Sigga was under no illusion that as far as this sentiment was concerned, she was in the minority. The cold didn’t bother her. Nor did humidity. And everyone present was already well aware of her apathy when it came to dripping in class. “Makes it feel like I’m wearing body armor, ya know,” she said doing a mock flex, “-and can take on anything.”
Bone-dry Sigga barely weighed a hundred pounds. Add in the weight of a completely drenched high school uniform and it shouldn’t come to any surprise that the difference in her mass, soaking-wet, made the fish feel a bit like a proper superhero. The irony of it was lost on her though. As was any sort of awareness her aquatic preferences might have something to do with the physiology brought on her by her Quirk.
The comment regarding detention being a little harsh got an enthusiastic, affirmative nod from her, followed by a barely contained hiss of laughter at the blasphemous attempt of a Russian accent. A bald, laughing piscine was certainly a sight to behold. Maybe it was her lack of a nose that made her hiss so much.
Sigga managed to recompose herself pretty quickly and was about to offer her own input on what a pair of scaled ladies might be called, taking inspiration from the group names of both sharks and t-rexes, when something unrelated dawned on her.
The finger the fish raised as she was about to speak suddenly curled and her expression seemed distant. Then her brows began to furrow, replacing a look of confusion with one of concentration. “Hang on a minute…” she began, index finger extending again.
There was a brief few seconds of silence as Sigga’s mouth hung ajar, eyes pointed at the floor and finger at Sam. Then her brows furrowed even further as a look of anger and confusion seemed to have left her speechless.
“A- Wha- D-d-” A few false starts and then Sigga managed to blurt it all out. “They sent me here for tracking water in, and you for being late for taking the time to dry yourself first-” Her voice seemed to go up an octave at the sudden indignation brought on what she felt certain was some sort of conspiratorial hypocrisy that she had just discovered. “W-what the fish?!” Sigga exclaimed, raising her hands. “Damned if you do, damned if you don’t!”
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Post by Samantha Riley on Feb 11, 2022 8:39:50 GMT
'You're in UA, the best hero school in the world, I reckon that means you could already take on almost anything. If you want the bulky feeling though, I'd imagine there are ways.' Sam smiled, this girl was weird, and confident about expressing it. It made her feel a bit more confident that her own eccentricities could be tolerated. That Sam made her laugh also helped. It kinda felt nice to know someone was smiling because of what you did. Given Sigrid's quick had a visibly scaled effect on her, Sam felt a certain kinship she couldn't explain.
Sigrid's realisation at the absurd inverse of their detentions made Sam laugh, loud and deep as she forgot to manage her volume. Her tail twitched happily, thumping against the furniture lightly. It took her a few seconds to calm down after the laugh, and it left a warm grin, even if it did show off her sharp teeth.
'That's one way to look at it I guess. What's the goldilocks zone for wetness in class.' Sam mused lightheartedly, 'I guess there could be something about being prepared for unexpected scenarios, respect and pride in your appearance or the school, I dunno.' Sam shook her head, 'I have some general... punctuality issues. The point for me could be there's no point showing up late to an emergency.' She let out a sigh, sticking to a regulated schedule and showing up to an emergency were two very different things, but given the twist in their mutual detention, Sam wondered if there was an alterior motive... or at least another one.
'Sigrid-san, may I ask a question? A personal one?' Sam looked at the suspicious expression she got back, it was a little hard to judge without the nose. Who knew it's absence would be so noticable? Figuring she was already committed in the moment now, Sam pressed on, 'How... how do you feel about your quirk?'
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Post by Sigrid Tendo on Mar 20, 2022 4:51:37 GMT
Both arms and legs crossed, Sigga seemed to be in deep thought on the newfound realization. Her brow remained furrowed as the kaiju acknowledged that neither of them seemed to have figured out the barometer for academy-acceptable moisture levels. “Feels like we’re being trolled,” the fish grumbled, eyes in a squint. She wasn’t sure what there was to do about it though. But that dilemma was set aside when the bald girl heard Riley-san remark on her own foible.
“Ehhh, that’s not really the same thing though…” Sigga grimaced, quick to defend the kaiju from that particular avenue of introspection.
If the faculty’s plan for this counseling-detention session had been for the girls to steer each other back onto some sort of social-cultural standard of behavior they could have done a better job in selecting a candidate on Sigga’s side of the equation. Sure, tardiness wasn’t in the fish’s lexicon but her motivations, and therefore viewpoint on the subject, wasn’t one to easily capitulate to anything less than the most extreme of consequences. And that fact motivated her to say as much.
“Being late to class isn’t even in the same ballpark as being late to an emergency. Correlation does not imply causation,” the fish stated confidently. “If you’re in Ground Beta taking an exam and suddenly a Villain shows up to attack because the teacher happens to be a well-renown Pro Hero,” Sigga continued with her strangely specific example, “-you’re obviously not going to ignore that in lieu of finishing the exam, right? It’s the same thing with your punctuality. Being late to class should hardly be a factor if it’s not directly impacting your education. Just because you miss rollcall doesn’t mean you’d show up late to a house fire or whathaveyou.”
The bald girl had more than her fair share of poor educational-institute experiences to do anything but question just about any verdict laid out by those left in charge of anyone’s education, so to speak. “I’ve got a neurodivergent sister back in ‘Merica, and the teachers there managed to eventually work with her, rather than try to mold her to the ridiculous standard of teaching the rest of us peasants usually endure.” She shrugged before suggesting, “Maybe you could have a talk with your counselor. See if they can meet you half-way or something? Couldn’t hurt to try.”
Sigga would have gone as far as to offer to go in Riley-san’s place to yell at the councilor for not offering up that as an option in the first place if the fish hadn’t been secretly terrified of doing absolutely anything that might jeopardize her current probation. A recent event in her life already put her own circumstances in a bit of presumed peril.
She had waited for the inevitable consequences to make their appearance but after a week of silence and no sight nor sound of her case worker outside Sigga’s weekly mandated meetings, she was beginning to think she had gotten away scot-free. Not that said parole violation had been her fault in the first place, but despite having gotten away with it just the thought of it kept gnawing at the fish day in, day out. What was a girl to do?
Sigga contemplated presenting her problem to the kaiju as a sort of hypothetical when the other girl spoke first.
The fish raised her eyebrows, expression looking a little cautious. She wasn’t in the habit of answering personal questions, but when Riley-san simply asked about her Quirk, Sigga breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ehh,” was the one word response. Unadulterated and succinct. But it hardly gave much to go on. Sigga’s habit of keeping the details of half her Quirk a secret had been so ingrained in her by this point that in casual conversation she barely remembered there was more to her Quirk than just fins and breathing water.
Sigga honestly didn’t care much for the piscine side of her Quirk. She didn’t really know how to swim so never found herself in a position to actually be breathing underwater. And even if she had, the waterboarding nature of the transition of going from breathing air to water made her lungs feel like they were on fire, at least for a few seconds, so she wouldn’t have bothered doing so anyway.
But there was one plus side to having scales. “It’s kind of meh to be honest, but at least I’ll never have to shave,” she replied with a coy grin.
Indeed Sigga was hairless, head to toe. The physiology brought on by her Quirk had been thorough in that regard. Most people assumed there had to be some exception to the rule. However, if one was to take a close look at her brow they’d discover that indeed there was not a hair on her.
Sigga’s eyebrows and even eyelashes weren’t made of keratin like most people’s. Up close you could see that each individual strand was much thicker. The fleshy pterygiophore did a stunning job in mimicking hair, however they were actually just teeny-tiny bones.
“It’s nice not having to ever worry about needing a haircut too,” she added, one hand unconsciously massaging her scalp as she said so.
Truthfully, though, Sigga had plenty of poor experiences in her past when it came to her hairlessness. Sure there had been plenty of children in her classes with Quirks that prevented any hair growth, but for some reason when a girl didn’t have hair, it seemed to paint some sort of invisible target on her back. To this day Sigga resented the teasing she had gone through in elementary, and even middle-school, but she was hardly going to dump that kind of baggage on her classmate.
“Not sure there’s much utility to it when it comes to Pro Hero work, though,” she added meekly. “No hair for a Villain to pull on, sure, but I think the designer of the first Death Star had a hand in making me. See here?” the girl said, lifting her shirt up a bit past her navel, before a finger tugged at the skin between her ribs to reveal the purple flesh of a gill. “One stray proton torpedo and BOOM.”
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