Sniff, sniff, sniff.
The force field smelled like faintly like ozone, probably due to the electricity used to run it? But it also smelled clean. In fact, the whole valley smelled clean, a running theme apparently. A brown haired girl tilted her head at the shield curiously, before she reached out and knocked on it. Solid, though the contact caused waves of light to ripple from the point of contact. “Oh, dude. That's cool, yeah?” the girl said asked the nearby security guard. Poor fellow simply looked at her with a confused look on his face. “The, uh... Shield thingy ye know? It's cool,” she explained. No answer. The girl frowned at the lack of response and she shook her head. Instead of trying to keep up a clearly lopsided conversation, the girl's lips found instead the straw of her iced coffee.
A wolf's ear on top of the girl's head twitched, and the tail behind her shifted it's position as reached into a pocket to fish out the student ID she'd been given. It read Esther McLeod and upon lifting it up for the security to read, a beam of light descended from the barrier. It happened rather quickly, and a growl escaped her throat before she could stifle it. Nothing meant to harm her however, as a smiley face appeared to greet and welcome her. A smile she reciprocated before turning toward the security to say something else. However, considering their last coversation she thought better of it and turned to nearby student instead. “That's cool,” Esther stated. Taking her first few steps through the barrier, she was greeted by the scent of fresh air and healthy green. The grounds were beautiful, almost so much that she entertained thoughts of running through the greenery barefooted. “Eh, probably not now,” she said to herself. She did however put a pin in the though for later.
Esther did step out of her flipflops and walk alongside the pathway, though, and let her bare feet touch the grass, her tail wagging with every step she took. The Nevada desert was far warmer than she'd expected. She'd opted to go the first day at Paragon in loose fitting clothes and flipflops-- It wasn't like it mattered what she wore when she used her Quirk. Reflecting on it, her ears pinned back as she wondered how long it'd take for someone to ask what happens to her clothes when she does use her Quirk. She wondered how many times she'd have to answer that question. She shrugged to herself and took the last few sips of her coffee before she took the straw out and began to chew on the end. Esther was mindful enough to throw the cup into the trash as she passed a bin.
Esther took her sweet time getting to class. She was a curious sort, and spent more time admiring the place and enjoying the walk to class than actually putting forth an effort to get there. She walked into the room mere seconds before the class was meant to start. She took a moment at the door to look at the class at large and beemed a large smile around the straw before choosing a seat near the middle. In the end, it didn't matter how long she took to get to class it seemed, as their instructor decided to show up when he felt like it. Like many thing, Esther was able to smell him before she could see him. At least, she thought it was him. She was rather surprised to find that it was a dog that was the next to enter the room. Esther leaned forward in her desk and sniffed audibly, and memorized the canine's scent. And though it was a strange looking dog, it was most certainly a dog.
The tail that trailed behind Esther straightened and rose above her head as her ears perked up. This class would be very interesting it seemed. The next scent she caught was bitter with a slight burning note. “Is that... alcohol?” Esther asked, incredulously as a rather large man walked through the door. Not as large as her father, but still. Rather large. Her eyes, however, were focused on the thermos in his hand. “He's not...” she muttered. He then belched, the scent burning her nose even at that distance, and then he hiccuped. Esther's tail wilted and her head tiled quizzically. “He is...” she said. It was not... exactly what she expected to be honest.
What came next was the usual first day of class things. Introductions. The first boy who introduced himself was their... teacher's nephew, whom ended his introduction by cutting a desk in half. “Yeah, sure. I bet he didn't need that,” she said, shaking her head. The next girl introduced herself and her Quirk thankfully less dramatic. At least she didn't kill any defenseless desks, and Esther remembered the girl's name. Angie. The next girl wouldn't have been strange, were it not for the fact that she asked for a knife. Stranger still was that she got one. “Wha--... Who brings a knife to class?” she asked herself quietly. Her name was Lori, and Esther didn't have to worry about the knife for much longer, as the next student simply erased it. “That's cool,” she stated after wittnessing Damon's Quirk.
The next girl to introduce herself, called herself Castle. She sat near Esther in the middle of the class, but she did not demonstrate her Quirk yet. After she spoke, Esther chuckled and agreed with her. “Of course it's irresponsible,” she said quietly enough for Castle to hear her, “He's drunk.” In the morning too. Before long, another boy introduced himself, this one named Chun. Soon, the ground split open beneath him upon utilization of his Quirk. What caught her attention the most was when he summoned a rabbit. Her eyes narrowed and another stifled growl escaped her throught before she reined herself in. After Chun had introduced himself, Esther figured it was time she said something.
“Hello, my name is Esther and I agree with her.” she gestured toward Castle as she stood up. “Besides,” she added, “It's a beautiful day. Why stay cooped up inside where we can kill more innocent desks or damage the floor some more? We gotta think of the poor fellas who gotta come in and fix all that,” she said, her Scottish accent bleeding through. Whether or not they listened to her, remained to be seen. At least she didn't intend to gnaw a desk to splinters or run laps around the class room. With a glance at Castle, Esther shrugged apologetically. She tried.
“Either way, my hero name is... uh... Wolf Face. For reasons that should become clear in a moment.” After she spoke, Esther's posture began to bend and a layer of fur covered her skin. Her face elongated into a snout full of razor sharp teeth, and in moment, a rather large wolf sat in the chair Esther was at only a second ago.
“Woof!” she barked. She did not immediately shift back into her human form after her demonstration. Instead, Esther sat at her desk panting, her tongue falling out of the corner of her mouth, and her tail vigorously wagging from the opening in the back of the chair.
The force field smelled like faintly like ozone, probably due to the electricity used to run it? But it also smelled clean. In fact, the whole valley smelled clean, a running theme apparently. A brown haired girl tilted her head at the shield curiously, before she reached out and knocked on it. Solid, though the contact caused waves of light to ripple from the point of contact. “Oh, dude. That's cool, yeah?” the girl said asked the nearby security guard. Poor fellow simply looked at her with a confused look on his face. “The, uh... Shield thingy ye know? It's cool,” she explained. No answer. The girl frowned at the lack of response and she shook her head. Instead of trying to keep up a clearly lopsided conversation, the girl's lips found instead the straw of her iced coffee.
A wolf's ear on top of the girl's head twitched, and the tail behind her shifted it's position as reached into a pocket to fish out the student ID she'd been given. It read Esther McLeod and upon lifting it up for the security to read, a beam of light descended from the barrier. It happened rather quickly, and a growl escaped her throat before she could stifle it. Nothing meant to harm her however, as a smiley face appeared to greet and welcome her. A smile she reciprocated before turning toward the security to say something else. However, considering their last coversation she thought better of it and turned to nearby student instead. “That's cool,” Esther stated. Taking her first few steps through the barrier, she was greeted by the scent of fresh air and healthy green. The grounds were beautiful, almost so much that she entertained thoughts of running through the greenery barefooted. “Eh, probably not now,” she said to herself. She did however put a pin in the though for later.
Esther did step out of her flipflops and walk alongside the pathway, though, and let her bare feet touch the grass, her tail wagging with every step she took. The Nevada desert was far warmer than she'd expected. She'd opted to go the first day at Paragon in loose fitting clothes and flipflops-- It wasn't like it mattered what she wore when she used her Quirk. Reflecting on it, her ears pinned back as she wondered how long it'd take for someone to ask what happens to her clothes when she does use her Quirk. She wondered how many times she'd have to answer that question. She shrugged to herself and took the last few sips of her coffee before she took the straw out and began to chew on the end. Esther was mindful enough to throw the cup into the trash as she passed a bin.
Esther took her sweet time getting to class. She was a curious sort, and spent more time admiring the place and enjoying the walk to class than actually putting forth an effort to get there. She walked into the room mere seconds before the class was meant to start. She took a moment at the door to look at the class at large and beemed a large smile around the straw before choosing a seat near the middle. In the end, it didn't matter how long she took to get to class it seemed, as their instructor decided to show up when he felt like it. Like many thing, Esther was able to smell him before she could see him. At least, she thought it was him. She was rather surprised to find that it was a dog that was the next to enter the room. Esther leaned forward in her desk and sniffed audibly, and memorized the canine's scent. And though it was a strange looking dog, it was most certainly a dog.
The tail that trailed behind Esther straightened and rose above her head as her ears perked up. This class would be very interesting it seemed. The next scent she caught was bitter with a slight burning note. “Is that... alcohol?” Esther asked, incredulously as a rather large man walked through the door. Not as large as her father, but still. Rather large. Her eyes, however, were focused on the thermos in his hand. “He's not...” she muttered. He then belched, the scent burning her nose even at that distance, and then he hiccuped. Esther's tail wilted and her head tiled quizzically. “He is...” she said. It was not... exactly what she expected to be honest.
What came next was the usual first day of class things. Introductions. The first boy who introduced himself was their... teacher's nephew, whom ended his introduction by cutting a desk in half. “Yeah, sure. I bet he didn't need that,” she said, shaking her head. The next girl introduced herself and her Quirk thankfully less dramatic. At least she didn't kill any defenseless desks, and Esther remembered the girl's name. Angie. The next girl wouldn't have been strange, were it not for the fact that she asked for a knife. Stranger still was that she got one. “Wha--... Who brings a knife to class?” she asked herself quietly. Her name was Lori, and Esther didn't have to worry about the knife for much longer, as the next student simply erased it. “That's cool,” she stated after wittnessing Damon's Quirk.
The next girl to introduce herself, called herself Castle. She sat near Esther in the middle of the class, but she did not demonstrate her Quirk yet. After she spoke, Esther chuckled and agreed with her. “Of course it's irresponsible,” she said quietly enough for Castle to hear her, “He's drunk.” In the morning too. Before long, another boy introduced himself, this one named Chun. Soon, the ground split open beneath him upon utilization of his Quirk. What caught her attention the most was when he summoned a rabbit. Her eyes narrowed and another stifled growl escaped her throught before she reined herself in. After Chun had introduced himself, Esther figured it was time she said something.
“Hello, my name is Esther and I agree with her.” she gestured toward Castle as she stood up. “Besides,” she added, “It's a beautiful day. Why stay cooped up inside where we can kill more innocent desks or damage the floor some more? We gotta think of the poor fellas who gotta come in and fix all that,” she said, her Scottish accent bleeding through. Whether or not they listened to her, remained to be seen. At least she didn't intend to gnaw a desk to splinters or run laps around the class room. With a glance at Castle, Esther shrugged apologetically. She tried.
“Either way, my hero name is... uh... Wolf Face. For reasons that should become clear in a moment.” After she spoke, Esther's posture began to bend and a layer of fur covered her skin. Her face elongated into a snout full of razor sharp teeth, and in moment, a rather large wolf sat in the chair Esther was at only a second ago.
“Woof!” she barked. She did not immediately shift back into her human form after her demonstration. Instead, Esther sat at her desk panting, her tongue falling out of the corner of her mouth, and her tail vigorously wagging from the opening in the back of the chair.