driftfleet | time to be heroic or something

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time to be heroic or something

Who: Ochako & you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Yes!!
When: Now and throughout the week

( starstruck )

[The camera clicks on to Ochako, who is in full costume for once! Sans the helmet, at least for now. It's tucked under her arm. She shuffles from foot to foot, waves, and then bows slightly.]

Hello everyone! I have a request. Would any of the fleet's engineers be able to make something for me? Like, um. Rocket-y? I heard about there being a jetpack a while back... so something like that is what I'm looking for. And if you know anybody who can do that sort of thing, please ask for me! All I know is maintenance, so I'm kinda useless when it comes to making cool gear... I can collect parts, though, if you need anything from the planet!

Oh, and I'm not asking for free! I can pay if you want money... well I don't have a lot but maybe I could pay over time? I can also cook for you and your ship, or bring my little bots over to clean, or... we can work something out!

[She pauses to think for a moment, puzzling over what she might have forgotten, and then-]

Right! The other thing! Is there anybody with super-strength who can help me practice? I want to try a few things that I can't do on my own.

Thanks, everybody!

( iskaulit )

[Ochako's in overdrive today! And all week, really. She's discovered the parkour course and is running through it, over and over, only taking small breaks between to catch her breath and get a drink. She's practicing activating and cancelling her Quirk in quick succession, using her temporary moments of weightlessness to launch herself into higher jumps over the equipment than her small legs would normally allow.

Sure, it means once in a while she loses control and faceplants spectacularly, but that's what practice is for!

When she isn't practicing, she'll be wandering around the Iskaulit, poking her head into rooms less-often visited to see what's changed, or tidying up the art therapy room she likes to visit since it's been mostly abandoned for a while now. She'll be all over at sporadic times.]

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[What's up, pokey-hair! She's just finishing up a lunch break, nibbling away at her last synthetic riceball. At the sight of him approaching, she sits up and waves. Her helmet and a pile of accessories are at her side.]

Hi, thanks for coming! Just a sec, I gotta put the rest of my costume on.

[eyeballs tho s e] This isn't like...some weird televised thing, is it?

Isn't it always some weird televised thing?

[They're on a reality show, duh.]

Smartass. Put on your superhero costume already. [Or whatever that stuff is supposed to be]

I didn't bring my own heavy stuff, that's not gonna be a problem is it?

[PLONK goes on the helmet, and she adjusts her boots to make sure they're on properly.]

I don't think so, unless you need it to throw stuff. I was thinking we could just use whatever's around for it.

[Looks around. ...yeah this'll do. Seems like this is kind of a dumping ground? Though it's weird, with everything in town being so pristine...like all these fucked up appliances and half-gutted cars don't belong here.] You uh, you know what you're doing, right? Because I'm gonna feel like crap if this ends up killing you.

W-well yeah, I'd kinda be happier if you didn't try to kill me...

[She's trying really hard not to be nervous but when he says it like that it's kind of scary, actually.]

Maybe you can aim, like, beside where I am? Until we get a feel for it? This is new for me, too.

Maybe don't play the cocksure card if you're not actually sure, [Cloud, the world's biggest hypocrite, advises. He goes to pick through the available junk for something not so overwhelming to start...maybe just some cinderblocks? Start small.]

I'm kinda doin' this on the fly, if that wasn't super obvious.

[Maybe learn how to read the room Cloud, gosh!!

She scoots away while he digs for stuff, putting some distance between them and planting her feet, ready to move when he figures out what he's doing.]

[Oh. ...well now she looks actually nervous, and he feels kinda bad.]

Look, [........what's her name] Urara...ko?

[you tried.]

Uraraka.

[Yikes. Not a great start, Cloud.] Uraraka.

If you're nervous... [God, what can he even say?] -if you're nervous, get mad.

...Get mad?

[That's not a tactic she's familiar with.]

Yeah. Being nervous- it just makes you freeze, right? So when I'm not sure about something, I just think about what would piss me off the most if it happened. And I get mad, and usually that'll get me moving.

I mean, better than being nervous does.

......'course I got into a ton of fights when I was like twelve and thirteen so maybe that's not the best advice.

[Get mad... to get moving? And that helps against nervousness? Huh. So maybe she should just, like. Channel Bakugou?

Wait is Bakugou always angry because he's nervous??

She takes a moment to ponder the implications - more for herself than for Bakugou, because if she gets distracted now that'll be the end of it - and then gives a quick, determined nod. Okay! That's it, that's settled! Get mad! Channel Bakugou!

(This is probably the worst idea ever, but.)]

[She claps her hands together, puts on her best murderface, and grabs a small dumpster, lifting it up over her head, planting one foot forward.]

Cocksure THIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!

[And then she flings it towards him with all of her might.]

[LMAOVUASDF

Cloud lets out what's definitely not a yelp, half impressed and half amazed as he tucks and rolls out of the way, popping back up and waiting for her to look at him before hurling a cinderblock in her direction.

That's definitely some recovery, goddamn girl]

[The moment of cool is brief, since as soon as the cinderblock heads her way she yelps and ducks out of the way, eyes wide, momentarily forgetting what she was even trying to do here. She winces as it crashes through an abandoned window and peeks back up to stare at Cloud.]

Wow, that went really far... you're stronger than you look!

You asked for strong people, cocksure. [Hefts the other up in warning before chucking it her way also. She's faster than she looks.]

Ooooh, don't call me that!

[WHAT A SILLY NICKNAME. She sidesteps away from the next throw, but this time she reaches out and smacks her hand against the side of it as it flies by. She looks like she was attempting to be cool about it, but with it being her first try, her hand catches at the impact and flings her around with its momentum, sending her wobbling off balance.]

Whoa, whoa! Fast...!

[She flaps her hand about to try and shake off the soreness. The cinderblock's flight comes to a slow, meandering crawl, knocked off-course and floating away.]

[Whoa whoa hey hang on a second-] Holy hell- was that you? [Points at the thing with the big piece of lumber he was gonna hurl next.]

Huh?

[She follows his gaze- and the pointing lumber. Oh hey, it actually worked.]

Um, yes! I can remove the gravity of stuff I touch. That's what this training is for, actually.

Oh my god. You could've said that! I wouldn't have been all freaked out, I thought you were just gonna, y'know, [gestures] dodge!

Wait, so you'd be okay with throwing whole trees at me even if I didn't have powers!?

[YOU'RE WILD, BUDDY]

Why d'you think I was trying to go so easy on you?! [SERIOUSLY! He's been throwing cinderblocks, you infant]

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