That dumb kid... She knew this would happen. The kid knew nothing about society or how the people around him ticked. He was a kid! The whimpering sniveling snitch of a kitten that Jacob foolishly pulled out of the snow like a vegetable was a selfish self centered kid just like every other kid! He could be as kind or c-cute or whatever as people wanted to preach he was. He was still a kid. Kids simply just didn't grasp things like this! Look at any school, like. ever. Self centered. Timmy pulled my hair, teacher!
The idea of having a child run a self defense class was insane. None the less, a boy that had absolutely no idea how defense worked. He openly admitted it. Right there. First sentence. Way to be a strong, independent teacher. She could hear Lotus laughing in the back of her mind. It was hysterical. That dumb old man could never take a joke anyways. She could even hear Willow's tiny giggles in the back. It was adorable next to her dad's foghorn...
She guessed she had to be some sort of hero or whatever. She hated the word. In all her time with the organization and keeping people safe, she refused to be called a hero. She was no hero. She wasn't wearing underwear and a cape expecting praise at the end saving a cat from a tree (a little ironic of a metaphor for the state of this world). No... she always worked from the shadows. She preferred being seen as just Kailey to her family. Because that was who she was. Except... not anymore. The loving, lazy sister known as Kaitlyn died when she got sucked through that portal. It was as simple as that. She's dead. She probably won't ever be coming back. In exchange, a shell of a raven flew out the other side. She was a husk of her former self. She had nothing left to fight for. The wasn't anything to fight for.
The raven slowly walked (walked? Ravens don't walk, stupid) over to the cat. He seemed to be working up quite the nervous sweat. He clearly had no idea what he was doing. Honestly, that was a terrible set up. Cry tilted her head, blinking owlishly at Izuku. What about those that don't know how to fight at all? Are you going to let them get beat up and say 'learn to throw a punch'? It was rude, but a legit question (Besides, when was she ever nice? Nice never got anything done). The raven hummed, crossing her wings and tapping her beak. She was helping, promise. Cry was never good at words. She normally left that to her mom. He loved to talk, and often reveled (if blushed a little) with extreme amounts of attention. Though, in the present, she was left stranded with no people skills. She was screwed, but she'll deal with the consequences later.
"SPEECH"
The idea of having a child run a self defense class was insane. None the less, a boy that had absolutely no idea how defense worked. He openly admitted it. Right there. First sentence. Way to be a strong, independent teacher. She could hear Lotus laughing in the back of her mind. It was hysterical. That dumb old man could never take a joke anyways. She could even hear Willow's tiny giggles in the back. It was adorable next to her dad's foghorn...
She guessed she had to be some sort of hero or whatever. She hated the word. In all her time with the organization and keeping people safe, she refused to be called a hero. She was no hero. She wasn't wearing underwear and a cape expecting praise at the end saving a cat from a tree (a little ironic of a metaphor for the state of this world). No... she always worked from the shadows. She preferred being seen as just Kailey to her family. Because that was who she was. Except... not anymore. The loving, lazy sister known as Kaitlyn died when she got sucked through that portal. It was as simple as that. She's dead. She probably won't ever be coming back. In exchange, a shell of a raven flew out the other side. She was a husk of her former self. She had nothing left to fight for. The wasn't anything to fight for.
The raven slowly walked (walked? Ravens don't walk, stupid) over to the cat. He seemed to be working up quite the nervous sweat. He clearly had no idea what he was doing. Honestly, that was a terrible set up. Cry tilted her head, blinking owlishly at Izuku. What about those that don't know how to fight at all? Are you going to let them get beat up and say 'learn to throw a punch'? It was rude, but a legit question (Besides, when was she ever nice? Nice never got anything done). The raven hummed, crossing her wings and tapping her beak. She was helping, promise. Cry was never good at words. She normally left that to her mom. He loved to talk, and often reveled (if blushed a little) with extreme amounts of attention. Though, in the present, she was left stranded with no people skills. She was screwed, but she'll deal with the consequences later.
"SPEECH"