Kapowne
Into Zanarkand
Desmond
Desmond had been listening quietly to the group for some time. Heavens man had successfully managed to get everyone excited about their costumes and support items. He had a fair idea of what he wanted, so he didn’t really feel like discussing what he wanted, after all it was his costume, and he figured it would be better to bounce ideas of the department that would make said items, rather than get himself worked up.
“Well, I’m gonna head to my room. I don’t know about all of you, but I’m exhausted. We’ve got a long day ahead of us it sounds like. Not to mention a day with Heavens man....So good night?” Desmond waved to the group with a small farewell, and headed to his dorm room. Which was plain, but very clean. Desmond flopped himself onto he bed and considered what How exactly he would manage his quirk in the future. If anything that entrance exam had showed him that his quirk was still pretty weak. He needed to make it stronger, develop it further! And so he slid himself off his bed, and sat on the floor legs crossed. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he began to practice adding and removing more and more weight even faster than before, as exhausting as it was, he knew he could do much better.
Desmond had been listening quietly to the group for some time. Heavens man had successfully managed to get everyone excited about their costumes and support items. He had a fair idea of what he wanted, so he didn’t really feel like discussing what he wanted, after all it was his costume, and he figured it would be better to bounce ideas of the department that would make said items, rather than get himself worked up.
“Well, I’m gonna head to my room. I don’t know about all of you, but I’m exhausted. We’ve got a long day ahead of us it sounds like. Not to mention a day with Heavens man....So good night?” Desmond waved to the group with a small farewell, and headed to his dorm room. Which was plain, but very clean. Desmond flopped himself onto he bed and considered what How exactly he would manage his quirk in the future. If anything that entrance exam had showed him that his quirk was still pretty weak. He needed to make it stronger, develop it further! And so he slid himself off his bed, and sat on the floor legs crossed. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he began to practice adding and removing more and more weight even faster than before, as exhausting as it was, he knew he could do much better.