Lost and Found [Misao/Avreya]

Running hard. Her lungs breathed deep as if she had spread her wings and soared through the air with her dark, brown and silver speckled wings. Her lungs filled with air fully before being forced out hard through her mouth hard while she ran. Yes, she had wings and knew how to use them, but when you are trying to be inconspicuous in a crowd of people who are all potential marks you have to keep everything on the down low. She had her hoodie pulled up over her blonde hair. The hair was a dead giveaway that she wasn't fully Japanese. Her mother was from Britain, though she never talked about them often due to bad endings with them with Misao's birth and origin. Misao wore her middle school uniform with her beat up sneakers and her big hoodie over it. Normally she wouldn't be around so many people willingly, but since she needed some extra cash to get some new pencil's for school, she had to do what she had to do. The Orphanage was nice and all....but they didn't really take care of the extras she needed on a daily basis. Misao only took what she needed, never for greed. She thought herself like one of those noble thieves, though she was a thief no matter how you put it on her. 

"Just one more....." Misao muttered under her breath as she slowed down, her wings pulled close to her body, tucked in so that they wouldn't be in the way. Her body felt light and springy. That was the only upside to it, however, and she was just as fragile as a normal bird. Squeeze too tight and her light would be extinguished quickly. It wasn't until she had made it to a certain district that she had to be careful of her own actions. The area she was in now tended to have more heroes or hero wannabe's that frequented the area to do their purchases for their glory seeking. Misao was not a fan of heroes, but she did not get in their way. She held a lot of withheld anger and resentment for heroes due to her upbringing. She felt they should save everyone, not just when it was convenient or when it made them look better. After all...nobody saved mom....nobody saved me... Misao thought as she moved along silently, her feet light as air on the ground as she moved in and out of the crowds. In her eyes, the villains were just as bad, but maybe they had their reasons to do what they did? She didn't know, but she was sure that she would just live her life for her and nobody else. Not until she met HIM. The man who ruined her entire life and made it so that she suffered by giving her life. 

She knew she had a half sibling since her mother told her in a drunken haze about her birth father and the son he had and wanted instead of Misao. Misao guessed that her mother didn't even tell the man she was pregnant and ended up staying in Japan due to her pride rather than necessity. Though the thought of being born for no reason did not sit well with the young girl. What purpose would she have?  However, Misao had looked up the man in question and had gotten a picture of both him and his son. It took part of her cash stash, but she figured it was worth it when she finally met up with them and let the old man have it for his misdeeds. The current target of the small girl was an old man who was standing a small ways behind a woman with long silver white hair who was staring into a shop window. She had a strange look about her, but Misao ignored her for a moment while getting to the old man beside her. Silently she had walked up to the old man with her hands stuffed into her hoodie pockets, making herself seem smaller and out of sight as much as possible. However, as soon as her hand quietly left her pocket to reach quickly into the old man's pocket, the woman had stepped back suddenly and into Misao....who then bumped into the old man sending him back. 

Using this to her advantage even though she was put off guard, she slipped a small half handful of coins into her pocket before she fell on the ground with her wings un-tucking themselves to steady her, or at least try to. Misao's cheeks blushed red in her embarrassment, though she was a little irritated. Her hood fell off revealing her blonde hair and olive green eyes. Misao looked up at the lady and then the old man, who looked at Misao in worry before seeing that she was okay and going on with his day on down the road. Good....he didn't notice.... Misao sighed in relief a little as she pushed herself up and stretched her wings to make sure they were okay. The lady asked if she was okay. Misao was not untoward with strangers, though she did hold some distrust for them. 

"Yes, I am fine. I didn't get hurt." Her voice was as light as a bird's, a small trill with a slight edge to it that came from having a life like hers. "Are you okay, Ane-san?" 

The woman in front of her looked somewhat odd. Misao wasn't one to judge another, so she didn't say it out loud nor keep on the thought. Since Misao had gotten what she needed, or at least hoped, she figured that she needed to get going so she could make it to the shops before they closed for the day so she could get her pencil and if she was lucky and had gotten enough, a pencil case as well. The winged girl did not reach for the lady's hand and instead pushed herself to her feet and dusted herself off. Her wings stretched out slightly behind her so that she could make sure they were fine. They were a beautiful midnight black color with speckled of brown and silver in the feathers. Quickly the young girl moved her hands within her feathers to make sure that nothing was broken or stuck. There were times that she found small bits stuck in her feathers. It didn't happen often, but it was enough for her to check when she fell. Due to the girl's fragile body, she had to make sure she didn't suffer from broken bones or splintered bones at the very least. She didn't expect kindness from the woman, though that was because she distrusted any hero she came across. She sorta just generalized their behavior to only be about helping others for the sake of glory. At least, that's how she thought them all to be. She didn't know this woman was a hero, but figured that she was part of the process.



When she looked up next after sifting through her wings to make sure they were okay, Misao noticed how bright and glowing the lady's eyes were. It was almost creepy to Misao if not for the fact that her own eyes did almost the same thing when she used her quirk in certain ways. Folding her wings gently behind her and tucking them tightly to her back, Misao listened to what the woman was saying. The child had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the part about the heroes, though she did smile slightly at how the woman said there were other things better to do. Interesting... Misao thought with a small smile. Her expression was calm and pleasant. When she wasn't trying to pickpocket someone or sneak in to steal something from somewhere, she tended to be a pretty chill person. She was kind to the other kids at the orphanage and often brought back gifts of small things she found on her walks around the city after school. She wasn't old enough to have a job yet, but that didn't stop her from getting what she needed for school and various activities. She was also very careful to never let on to the adults at the orphanage what she does or what she gets. The other kids learned to keep quiet about Misao's activities.



"Um, I was out for a walk and looking for something for school. I heard there was a pretty cheap store around here where I could get some new pencils that were cute." It wasn't entirely a lie, but she sold it pretty well nonetheless with a bright smile. After her mother died, and even before that, it took Misao everything she had to smile again. Luckily after the death of her mother the men who pursued the debt they owed did not come after Misao. The days were dark and grey, but with time and her new friends at the orphanage, she started to slowly get her smile back little by little. At the question of her name, Misao hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should trust the woman with even that. However, just her first name was something she would be okay with for now. "M-My name is Misao, it's nice to meet you Ava-oneechan." Remembering her manners, Misao bowed politely to the woman. "I should be going back home now, please excuse me," Misao started to say before she looked around and noticed she was in an area that she wasn't used to and from where she was, she wasn't sure how to get back to the orphanage. Hesitation with a little worry filtered across the winged girls face before she looked back up to the woman. "Would you....happen to know which way Ikebukoro is?" If she can find that, she could find her way back to the orphanage at the very least. She just might be a bit late is all.

Perhaps it was just the lady's kindness, or it was just Misao wanting company after all, but she did not mind the lady accompanying her in the slightest. In Misao's more criminal oriented mind, she figured it would be a nice cover for her if anyone were to ask her if she was okay and if she needed help getting home. At least this time the lady didn't seem to have any bad vibes about her that gave Misao the creeps. She had her fair share of run-ins with creeps in the past two years that she was more careful when she did go out and about by herself, which was often. Her wings un-tucked themselves with her slight irritation at being laughed at. Misao's face puffed up with a small angry pout as she watched the woman laugh when she asked for directions to ikebukuro. It's not funny! Misao thought with a grumble to herself. Despite having grown up in Tokyo all her life, Misao didn't actually have time to really learn the streets on ground level that well. She could fly pretty well, but flying long enough made her tired and she would have had to stop and rest before continuing. At least on foot she could retain her energy for as long as possible before having to resort to using her wings. "Yes i'm serious, oneechan!" Misao said as she loosened up a bit to reveal her embarrassment over being laughed at. 

As soon as the woman stopped laughing, Misao sighed as she absently started to run a hand over one part of her feathers in a nervous gesture. The silver and brown flecks hidden within the midnight black feathers shone in the sun and caused her wings to take on a different color they usually do on normal days in the dark coverings. Misao liked the dark, it offered her some form of comfort within it's cold embrace on cloudy nights. She could cover herself with her quirk and make quick getaways when in danger and with that darkness she felt comforted in that nobody could see her. It's like Schrodinger's cat. You can't see it, but it both exists and doesn't at the same time. If nobody observes Misao, she could exist and not exist and be content with that. As soon as the woman offered to take her back to her home. Home was stretching it, but it was some place to sleep and regroup. "Well..." Misao's voice trilled gently as she thought on it. Having her around won't be bad, and the lady did seem to be genuine in her feelings of wanting to help Misao. Despite not trusting this woman, Misao nodded and folded her wings back tightly onto her back, tucking them tightly to keep them safe. "Okay, oneechan, I will accept your help. I really do need to pick up some new pencils for school. I have been writing so many notes in my club that I went through my supply for school." This wasn't a lie, but it was a bit outside her norm to even tell anyone this. She loved plants and enjoyed learning about them. She took to jotting down notes so that she could learn more and retain more knowledge for later use. 

"Please help me reach my home, oneechan, thank you for being so kind," Misao bowed politely to the woman before turning to walk towards the train station a while away. "I hope I am not taking you away from any important plans." Misao wondered just who this woman was, though prying would be rude. If she was in the hero shopping district then logic would state that this woman was hero or hero-adjacent. "Are you a hero?" Misao did not like heroes, but so far this woman gave her no reason to hate her personally even if she was one.