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WHO: Mary Yaoyorozu and You.
WHERE: Recolle High
WHEN: 10/2
WHAT: Mary's Quirk has just begun manifesting, and she cannot control it yet.
WARNINGS: Possible language and the potential for body horror as Mary's body starts sprouting small objects.

I. Hunger Pains (10/2)

It begins just like any other ordinary day for Mary, getting up, driving to school and going to class. Nothing really strange, until she gets to the cafeteria, and a stab of hunger hits her in the belly like a knife. At first it doesn't seem all that weird, she hadn't eaten much for breakfast, but when she starts loading up her plate from the line she takes one look at the food and realizes it's not enough. So, grabbing a second helping. And a third, and only a question from the lunch lady ("How many are you feeding?") stops her from ordering a fourth. Perhaps you catch this, perhaps not. What's even stranger is in her hurry she seems to have forgotten her silverware.

When she finally makes her way to a lunch table, her tray is absolutely covered with food. And she's avoiding looking at anyone as she heads to a back table and starts eating. And eating. This is definitely not normal behavior, given that Mary eats like a bird most of the time, and she always tries to socialize. Particularly observant types may note that she definitely has a knife and fork now, too.

And, she's not exactly paying attention, hunched over her tray, if you feel like taking that empty spot beside her.

II. Matryoshkas (10/2)

The day continues just as strangely, with odd flashes of hunger hitting throughout the day. It's enough that Mary decides to skip swim practice and head straight out home, making her way carefully through the hall. Clutching her stomach as she does so, she stops every few steps as a hollow -thock- sound echoes behind her. And every time, she stoops to pick up a matroshka doll with a puzzled expression. Shoving it in her backpack she frowns, the bag bursting with the little toys.

"Where are these coming from?"

And then walking on...-thock-...

When she finally reaches the doors, she's run out of space in the backpack and she's just walking out carrying an armful of the dolls, frowning as she makes her way towards a trash can. Dropping them in, she turns and looks for more.

"Who's throwing these at me? It's getting a little weird!"

III. Schoolyard Trouble

Heading across the school yard towards the parking lot, Mary begins to get a sense that there's something very, very wrong. Not only does she feel hungry again, famished in fact, she's beginning to feel very faint. Her head swims, her legs feel weak and wobbly, and she's noticing that the sound that'd followed her is growing more frequent. Turning, she goggles at a trail of little objects in the grass behind her. More of those dolls, spoons, forks, a couple of wooden hair clips, and even a plate. All things she'd been thinking about in the walk over this way, despite the seemingly random nature of the objects. Backing away, awkwardly, she stumbles over as the heel of her rather tall boot catches a rock and she falls flat on her backside.

Stupid boots! If only I was wearing my tennis shoes!

And with that errant thought, a pair of sneakers simply pops out of her calf with a little flash of rainbow light.

Which, of course, makes her scream.

IV. At Home (Closed to Matt Murdock)

Mary isn't sure how she got home, not really, but she's certainly not bothered to hide that she's there, or clean up after herself. All the lights are on, and there's a trail of small odds and ends on the floor, little piles of dolls and pencils and glass bottles and other assorted doodads that all lead towards the kitchen. The smell of fried chicken is also fairly strong, an enormous bucket of the Colonel's finest filling the air with the aroma of 11 herbs and spices.

Mary herself is seated there, staring down at a pile of chicken, strongly scented collard greens, and steaming mashed potatoes. Soft, almost imperceptible sniffles are the only indication she's been crying, but when she hears someone come in, she looks up with a wild, panicked expression...

"I...I can explain everything!"

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[ S...TOP...

There's no clearer sign than a literal sign, and Mafuyu's left simply staring for a moment. ]

...Look, we're communicating. [ she whispers to Mary in awe, still staring down at her foot ] Hi! My name's Mafuyu! Say something back!

And I'm Mary. And that's my foot.

[She pulls her leg back and slowly gets up.]

I don't know what you think is going on, but stop...trying to get my leg to give you things. It's weird!

No, it's amazing! Your leg can make all sorts of stuff and you can sell them and be rich!

[ Take advantage of your weird powers, Mary!! Unbalance the economy!!!!! ]

My leg...?

[Rich? As she thinks about that, a small bracelet made of some white material plops out of her shoulder.]

What are you even talking about? This is weird! And I can't just do that!

You can!

[ And this time she addresses Mary herself, because it's not just her leg, it's her shoulder, possibly her entire body that's a goldmine. Mafuyu picks the bracelet up from the ground and holds it up to the sun. Pearls? Quartz?? She knows nothing about jewelry, but they could probably pawn this off of somebody who doesn't know jewelry either and still make good money. ]

This is the best power ever.

[It's actually milky aquamarine, and when held up close, it has a faint bluish tinge to it. There's any number of reasons why this is hecked up and weird though, and she reaches out to snatch away the bracelet. Puffing up a little indignantly...she glares down at Mafuyu (Being 5'10" herself)]

I don't think so. You can keep the shoes, and the ball, but something like this? If I can make things, I'm not going to unbalance the economy.

[And with that stray thought, pop! out comes a small balance-scale made of tin, dropping from her shoulder with a clatter.]

WHY?!

[ Mafuyu jolts away from the balance— maybe she shouldn't stand so close to Mary in case knifes and stuff start popping out of her. She doesn't miss that, though, how a bag appeared when Mary was talking about bags, and now a balance for unbalancing. ]

...Let's talk economy.

[ Let's see those green bills fly. ]

[Mary backs up several paces and waits for something to pop out, but since she's focused almost entirely on Mafuyu...with no errant thoughts? Definitely nothing pops out yet.]

I'm serious. That would be wrong. I'm not a Mint.

You can't just not use this power! Or, I dunno, if you want to be altruistic, you can make money and donate to the poor! [ aka her!!! ]

Or make food or something... though... would that count as cannibalism...

I don't even know how it works or to control it and you're already trying to tell me I have to use it?

[This is...actually starting to make her upset. Angry even.]

I don't even know you!

I'm not forcing you, I'm just saying it'd be a waste not to use it! Or help people! Or whatever!

[ Mafuyu doesn't balk in the face of anger, this is normal and she just responds with a carefree smile. ]

My name's Mafuyu! You're a student, right?

Yes.

[Mafuyu you are a terror.]

I'm Mary, and I'm leaving.

[Her stomach gurgles again, and she doubles over as she turns away, belly aching for more food.]

[ Ahh. Mafuyu knows that sound well; hers and Mary's stomachs must be kindred spirits, black holes always hungry for food. She digs into her pocket, finds half a pack of spearmint gum, and holds it out. ]

Here. I chew gum when I'm hungry and it's not dinnertime yet.

[Taking it, she immediately starts chewing away, focusing on that rather than on Mafuyu and getting upset...

After a moment though.]

I remember in my other life...I had the same problem. That people wanted to use my power for financial gain. It's not right.

[ Mafuyu doesn't really have much to comment about that; using something like that for financial gain seems like the obvious thing to do. For somebody with no morals. She picks the ball up and bounces it on her knees, eyes on the ball since Mary isn't looking at her. ]

And what'd the you in your other life do about it? How'd it turn out?

She was...[A smirk.] An upstanding citizen she said.

[Folding her arms, she turns to leave, but pauses, deciding to just spit out what she's gathered. Maybe that'll explain some things?]

I think she's in a school for superheroes in training. So, probably that.

Uh.

[ That explain fuck all. ]

You can't... train superheroes. Don't you watch movies? You just sort of get zapped by something alien and wake up wearing a tight suit and BAM! superhero.

Haven't you seen the Z-Men? They go to school, for learning to control their abilities?

No, but it still sounds stupid. How's school supposed to teach something that's different for everyone? It's not like learning math or history.

By learning control I guess? I've never been to the Z-Mansion.

[She only knows about it because movies.]

I'm going to have to learn to control this though. Different or not.

[ Control is such a vague concept, too difficult for Mafuyu to comprehend. ]

It's like practicing not knowing what the fuck you're doing... But I guess you sorta do? You say stuff, and then it's there.

And that can't go on for the rest of my life...

[Seriously, she wants to do things normally, not just constantly spit out items...]

[ Sure it can. But she can easily think that just because it's not her own life. ]

Well, I dunno what to say, then. Find a superhero school? I'm sure with all the weird powers cropping up everywhere, they'll be one soon or else we'll all be dangers to each other.

Well, who knows. Maybe some of our teachers are superhero teachers in another life...

Bet the PE teacher's one of them. Playing lifeguard and everything, that's like superheroes, right?

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