Leona Wright
Location: Bus
Interaction: One Mean Ghost (Dante)
Mentioned:
"Maybe just a little bit of a distraction, but it's a good one. Homeroom is pretty boring," Leona chuckled, shifting a little so her knees we're up and pressed against the back of the seat in front of them and her back was pressed against the back of those seat. It was going to be a long rode, so she might as well get comfortable. However she perked up again when she saw the thumb blades. "Wow, those look a lot more convenient than a pocket knife," Leona chuckled, looking down at the blade in her hand for a moment before back to what he was doing. Her knife was pretty handy. Quick to use, she was able to cut herself pretty easily to use her quirk, and despite the scars usually left behind, it was so far her favorite method od getting blood. The other option she had for combat was making her nail beds bleed, but that was pretty limited.
Watching him demonstrate was actually pretty cool. The flat shapes and 3-D ones would probably be the extent of her ability if she tried to copy him. But given she glowed when her quirk was used, it probably wasn't a good idea to try it put right now. Then he moved on to the projectiles, the pellets looking all too familiar. Their fight with the teachers during the entrance exam was really something else it was so much fun. And watching use his various tricks was a huge part of it being cool. She was actually enjoying watching him do this, Leona already wondering what else he could do when he suddenly apologized. "Hey you weren't rambling. I asked a question and you answered," She smiled, looking up to his face for a few seconds before back down to his palm when he made the bat. Without even really thinking, Leona reached out and poked it, giggling softly. "That's really cute."
But he mentioned something about being a copycat, and Leona suddenly shrugged as she thought about her answer. "We're all copycats in some ways. If my control was good enough, I'd be copying so many video game and anime moves it would be ridiculous," She explained, still smiling at him. "A lot of what I can do I learned by copying old videos of my parents. My dad for actual control of my quirk, and my mom for hand to hand. Though having to train on my own limited what I could do." A lot of late nights in secret with some of her clothes shoved against the bottom of her door so nobody could see she was still awake. "Anyway, it sounds like you worked really hard to get as far as you have. That's something to be proud of." Leona hoped that made him feel better, at least a little. He was a really nice guy, and honestly Leona hated seeing people look down on themselves. She knew how it felt, and it wasn't fun. Not fun at all.
"So, other than practicing with your quirk, what do you do for fun?" It was a long bus ride, and if she wanted to be friends with this guy, Leona needed to keep the conversation going. Blood-related quirks we're rare enough as it is, but having two people in the same school who had them? Pretty much unheard of. "You play guitar right? Play anything else?"
Location: Bus
Interaction: One Mean Ghost (Dante)
Mentioned:
"Maybe just a little bit of a distraction, but it's a good one. Homeroom is pretty boring," Leona chuckled, shifting a little so her knees we're up and pressed against the back of the seat in front of them and her back was pressed against the back of those seat. It was going to be a long rode, so she might as well get comfortable. However she perked up again when she saw the thumb blades. "Wow, those look a lot more convenient than a pocket knife," Leona chuckled, looking down at the blade in her hand for a moment before back to what he was doing. Her knife was pretty handy. Quick to use, she was able to cut herself pretty easily to use her quirk, and despite the scars usually left behind, it was so far her favorite method od getting blood. The other option she had for combat was making her nail beds bleed, but that was pretty limited.
Watching him demonstrate was actually pretty cool. The flat shapes and 3-D ones would probably be the extent of her ability if she tried to copy him. But given she glowed when her quirk was used, it probably wasn't a good idea to try it put right now. Then he moved on to the projectiles, the pellets looking all too familiar. Their fight with the teachers during the entrance exam was really something else it was so much fun. And watching use his various tricks was a huge part of it being cool. She was actually enjoying watching him do this, Leona already wondering what else he could do when he suddenly apologized. "Hey you weren't rambling. I asked a question and you answered," She smiled, looking up to his face for a few seconds before back down to his palm when he made the bat. Without even really thinking, Leona reached out and poked it, giggling softly. "That's really cute."
But he mentioned something about being a copycat, and Leona suddenly shrugged as she thought about her answer. "We're all copycats in some ways. If my control was good enough, I'd be copying so many video game and anime moves it would be ridiculous," She explained, still smiling at him. "A lot of what I can do I learned by copying old videos of my parents. My dad for actual control of my quirk, and my mom for hand to hand. Though having to train on my own limited what I could do." A lot of late nights in secret with some of her clothes shoved against the bottom of her door so nobody could see she was still awake. "Anyway, it sounds like you worked really hard to get as far as you have. That's something to be proud of." Leona hoped that made him feel better, at least a little. He was a really nice guy, and honestly Leona hated seeing people look down on themselves. She knew how it felt, and it wasn't fun. Not fun at all.
"So, other than practicing with your quirk, what do you do for fun?" It was a long bus ride, and if she wanted to be friends with this guy, Leona needed to keep the conversation going. Blood-related quirks we're rare enough as it is, but having two people in the same school who had them? Pretty much unheard of. "You play guitar right? Play anything else?"