SoftSmile
Personified Chaos
Wēnhé Róuruǎn
Location: All over bro"Lower my heart rate? Yeah fucking right. Get the Fuck Out." That was all she said before she was forcing the intruder out rather aggressively, and boy was she ruthless. She was already tired of these people even talking to her. She preferred the grime ridden streets with basically no population, with the occasional feral cat.
So, with her head burning and aching, she laid down in her bed so she could be ready for class.
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The first day was hell, she was beginning to comedown with a cold or something or other. It was to be expected, since she was an entirely new environment with different bacteria. Plus all these people. Any of the upperclassmen that tired to poke fun at her met a face full of fist, well a throat full. She quickly walked off as they were convulsing on the ground from the sudden vocal cord damage.
She was probably going to be expelled by the end of the year, a disgrace to her father. So, that's why she hit and ran, to not get in trouble. Though she hated being a coward.
She also hated cooking.
And English,
Along with 'Support and Civilian Life'.
Lunch, Heroism, Safety and Control, and History.
She trudged through the classes with her increasingly depressive state, and eventually she was bed ridden by the time the first mission was available. She cursed her weak immune system, until she saw the aftermath of the fighters. Her immune system could handle a cold, but whatever that bubbling shit was on their skin--She could live without.
She was probably going to be expelled by the end of the year, a disgrace to her father. So, that's why she hit and ran, to not get in trouble. Though she hated being a coward.
She also hated cooking.
And English,
Along with 'Support and Civilian Life'.
Lunch, Heroism, Safety and Control, and History.
She trudged through the classes with her increasingly depressive state, and eventually she was bed ridden by the time the first mission was available. She cursed her weak immune system, until she saw the aftermath of the fighters. Her immune system could handle a cold, but whatever that bubbling shit was on their skin--She could live without.
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Finally, her first mission. One that didn't include giant insects that weren't friendly little caterpillars. She may be able to crush people like bugs, but she didn't exactly like crushing bugs like people. Then he mentioned costumes, and oh how happy she was to hear that word. She wasn't just lazing around being sick while she was out! No, never, well, maybe most of the time.
She had spent an hour or so designing a pretty simple outfit design, and gathered the necessary pieces. Two hours should be enough time to put it together.
It was. Yes, it looked very nice, but the boots were a little off. She had planned for them to help her to withstand high pressure due to her jumping ability, and therefore would have even a little tech to help her land safely. They had about thirty minutes before they had to be there when she asked Izzy about it.
"Hey, uh--Don't mean to bother you or be a dick or anything, I know you totally got your own thing and this is out of the blue. But, could you maybe make my boots be able to handle me jumping and landing? It can be--Temp, Shit, you know I can't say that fucking word hold on...Tem par? Por, ary. Temporary. Haha! Fucking genius over here. Sorry! Shit, I was going off, will you help me?"
She had spent an hour or so designing a pretty simple outfit design, and gathered the necessary pieces. Two hours should be enough time to put it together.
It was. Yes, it looked very nice, but the boots were a little off. She had planned for them to help her to withstand high pressure due to her jumping ability, and therefore would have even a little tech to help her land safely. They had about thirty minutes before they had to be there when she asked Izzy about it.
"Hey, uh--Don't mean to bother you or be a dick or anything, I know you totally got your own thing and this is out of the blue. But, could you maybe make my boots be able to handle me jumping and landing? It can be--Temp, Shit, you know I can't say that fucking word hold on...Tem par? Por, ary. Temporary. Haha! Fucking genius over here. Sorry! Shit, I was going off, will you help me?"
After bonding time with Izzy, they were standing, ready for their second mission, well her first. She was excited, maybe a little over excited. Because she was the one who stepped into the chamber first, and with the white light blinding her she suddenly felt weightless. It took her a moment to learn why. Thank heavens for her quick reactions, as she landed like Iron-man before he went into battle, creating a huge meteor in the ground around her.
Great, she'd probably cause the city more problems than she's actually worth. She was quick to move with the screams though, people screaming for their life. Her legs began to move on their own, jumping and running at inhumane speeds, her super strength focusing on her legs until she jumped one huge leap. Glass was falling down, shimmering in the sun like gleaming rain.
The sight was almost beautiful, but she was falling with them, and faster than them. Thanks to her weight, yeah, she was glad glass didn't weigh like a 100 pounds, that would suck ass. She landed as the larger shards were, rolling a few civilians out of the way, using her own body as a shield. Yeah, she got a few cuts, didn't fucking matter though. Everyone was not in immediate danger for their life now, and took minimal damage. Course, a few people got hit, she's not superman. She had asked a man if medical help was on the way, thank god there was, because she could now go to work.
She looked to where the wayward ball was now going loose in the streets, and then to the building.
She made a choice.
She jumped up (It took a few floors before she was actually there, and some of the skyscraper was definitely damaged--But no one needed to know that, huh?) , rolling onto the floor, or near the floor where the ball hit. She was busy gathering injured people, getting them on the ground as fast as possible. She carried each one bridal style as she jumped down, going back up quickly and repeating the process a few times.
It took a few minutes, and the ball was probably already a mile or so away, but she had made sure everyone who needed medical attention would get it.
She then waved to the thankful people, pushing her feet to the ground and jumping up at an insane height, going to chase the ball again. She just had to follow the wreckage.
There was no denying she was fast, and seemingly trained for battle and fast reactions. She may not be good at cooking, or English or god forbid--History. But here, running with her singular pony tail tied neatly, swaying as if it had no physics under the extreme speeds she was going, her hoodie already having failed it's job of being an awesome cover of her hair so she could battle better. It didn't matter. Everything was so slow compared to how she was thinking, she was happy like this, her lungs begging for her to stop, her legs aching, but her heart swelling with pride.
It was worth it.
She saw the ball come into view, and she sped up even further, her boots complaining under the pressure. They weren't going to last much longer.
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