Nodding, I add to my previous comment, "I can use my quirk indefinitely so far, but it makes me really REALLY tired." I laugh. "Sorry, I use big words a lot. What do you think your quirk's name would be? Mine would be... Storm. Yeah, Storm!"
As the people talk, I can feel my quirk settle down. "Oh, really?" I ask once it's under control again. "I thought I was the only one in the area!" I exclaim the truth. "To, y'know... have a quirk..." I trail off, now realizing that I just gave away potentially sensitive information to COMPLETE...
I rub a knot already forming. Ember ss something about being sorry, but I can already feel my quirk start to activate, the wind picking up. I realize what's going on, but I can only repeat 'no!' as a lightning bolt strikes a lamp post not far from us.
"Crap! No again!" I gasp, gripping my hair...
"Young Lady!" An older woman shouts. I look up, seeing the headmistress! "That is NOT the school uniform!"
I look down. "It's just a hoodie." I mutter, but take it off anyways, revealing my SH uniform.
Hearing a loud person, a girl, I smile.
"Isn't it, though?!" I ask her, a cute flatter chested girl, this. "I find archetecture amazing, too!" I let out a little smile. "I'm Enora." I hold out a hand.
"I'm sorry, it's just been a rough day..." i trail off, not knowing how to explain something so complex to some people so nice. "Anyways, thanks for being o polite. It really is great!"
Picking up my phone, I see it's cracked. "Ugh, of course this happens to me."
Only getting the voice of who I assume is a girl, I give a thumbs up, face still on the ground. Eventually, i do manage to summon my strength and go to he knees, then my feet.
"Damnit, where'd my phone go?!" I ask myself, looking around. My eyes eventually land on the girl who asked me if I was...
I walk along the sidewalk of the slums, head down, earbuds in, listening to depressing music. Everything within a 2 block radius of me is raining.
"I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes. But it's home to me, and I walk alone!" I sing, not notcing...
Backstory: We don't call the people 'mutants' or their abilities 'quirks', no, we call them 'powerfulls' and their 'heroics'. Why not 'heroes' and their 'powers'? No idea. Today's the first day of the SH -School of Heroics- school year.
Rp: I lug my big backpack full of stuff to school. My new...
This is the first post of the Dark Matter RP.
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I wake from my stasis pod, or at least I think that's what this is. The pod door opens and the boxes stacked in front of it tumble on top of me. Pushing them out of the way, I manage to escape my prison.
Oh, no, what if Mom sees the picture?! She thinks I'm at aunty Shay's house for the summer!! Crap!
I move to the end of the dock with everyone and stand with an awkward smile on my face.
No, please, don't post it, my mom follows game shows, please!
'Ash, Ashlynn. What did you get yourself into?' I think as I descend, removing myself from the boat with my backpack and suitcase of stuff, my Ukulele in my other hand. The thing is: I didn't ask my mom, my only parent left, if I could go... Oops.
"Hey, everyone! I'm Ashlynn. Feel free to call...