It hasn't been that long at all in the grand scheme since Magne got into a big fight, but lately, she's been restless. She'd heard about the local levy and initially, she'd been wary; if someone sniffed her out, turned her in, she would be just a little bit outnumbered and while her Quirk does still function, it still fritzes out now and then. She's been careful. She's been good. Kept her head down.
But then the stars started to fall.
At first she was content merely helping people to shelter in place, sometimes strong-arming them indoors just to keep them from wandering back outside to be consumed. She relied on these people to keep her at least temporarily employed, after all. Then people started getting the picture, doing it themselves, and now, she's striding up to the little figure of the person running the show, looking more like a thug than a volunteer soldier of any kind. She's wearing the most basic clothes, things she won't mind getting damaged in a skirmish, and a coat stolen off one of the hooks at the Oak & Iron. Her own is a little less functional, more meant to be fashionable than anything that would be decent for hard work. Likely to be the only thing of its kind in her wardrobe, when she was done riding the high of being able to have such things to begin with.
"You. What holes in your line still need to be filled?" she asks point blank, a stern look trained on Jean and their crew. "If you need an ability rundown, does 'magnetokinetic' mean anything to you?"
They'll be getting a quick rundown on her ability after that. They will also learn that she needs, for lack of a proper focus for fine manipulation of her Quirk, one self-identifying man, and one woman, on her side to enable her to have similar control in battle. It is less than ideal, but she will be able to move people onto, or off of, the field very quickly when necessary. She doesn't even really need permission, but it's polite to ask first anyway.
In the aftermath when she spots Jean collecting the remains, the stardust, she'll ask they're up to.
Battle and cleanup
But then the stars started to fall.
At first she was content merely helping people to shelter in place, sometimes strong-arming them indoors just to keep them from wandering back outside to be consumed. She relied on these people to keep her at least temporarily employed, after all. Then people started getting the picture, doing it themselves, and now, she's striding up to the little figure of the person running the show, looking more like a thug than a volunteer soldier of any kind. She's wearing the most basic clothes, things she won't mind getting damaged in a skirmish, and a coat stolen off one of the hooks at the Oak & Iron. Her own is a little less functional, more meant to be fashionable than anything that would be decent for hard work. Likely to be the only thing of its kind in her wardrobe, when she was done riding the high of being able to have such things to begin with.
"You. What holes in your line still need to be filled?" she asks point blank, a stern look trained on Jean and their crew. "If you need an ability rundown, does 'magnetokinetic' mean anything to you?"
They'll be getting a quick rundown on her ability after that. They will also learn that she needs, for lack of a proper focus for fine manipulation of her Quirk, one self-identifying man, and one woman, on her side to enable her to have similar control in battle. It is less than ideal, but she will be able to move people onto, or off of, the field very quickly when necessary. She doesn't even really need permission, but it's polite to ask first anyway.
In the aftermath when she spots Jean collecting the remains, the stardust, she'll ask they're up to.
"What is this stuff?"