Charaphenelia
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The bus was abuzz with the nervous chatter of students as the new year's UA candidates were transported to the exam site. Some students radiated confidence, and some radiated fear. Most were hopeful for their future; with UA being the top hero school in the nation, it would be all but a fight to the death to get in for anyone. Before long, the bus slowed to a stop outside of a circular structure with concrete walls. The tall metal doors appeared heavy, they remained shut as the students began to file off the vehicle and mill about the outside of the building.
Satine took a deep breath through her nose before releasing it through her mouth. Stepping off the bus, she felt her blood racing in her veins with anticipation. She was trying to keep herself as calm as she could, she didn't want to overreact or jeopardize her chances in any way, she could feel it; she wanted that rush of adrenaline she got from fighting, but she couldn't deal with that at the moment. She needed to wait until she needed it. She needed a clear head.
Looking around, she couldn't find anyone she recognized-which wasn't surprising as she didn't personally know anyone from her school who'd wanted to try for UA. It was a just a sea of unfamiliar faces. Mentally shrugging, Satine focused more on her breathing and remembering what Present Mic had said about the exam earlier in the day. Going over the different opponents he'd described in her head, she debated on which she should focus on taking down more of. It was a points system, 1 pointers would be easy enough but to get enough points before time runs out she would want to go after the bots with higher points. No doubt everyone else has come to the same conclusion, so her only real problem is going to be getting to as many as she can before the others do.
Speed. She'll have to find a way to get ahead, to take on as many of the bots initially as she possibly could.
Casually, Satine lifted her arms, seeming to clench and unclench her fists. She watched the veins in her arms start to bulge ever so slightly as the blood flow increased. Cuts in varying stages of healing could be seen on the inside of elbow if anyone looked closely. She never cut deep enough to leave scars, just enough to draw the blood out.
As if sensing eyes on her, Satine glanced up shyly, feeling as though caught doing something embarrassing and reflexively covered the cuts with her hands.
That was one thing she didn't care for about her Quirk, having to injure herself or others to use it. But she couldn't complain, the ability itself was too useful.
Satine took a deep breath through her nose before releasing it through her mouth. Stepping off the bus, she felt her blood racing in her veins with anticipation. She was trying to keep herself as calm as she could, she didn't want to overreact or jeopardize her chances in any way, she could feel it; she wanted that rush of adrenaline she got from fighting, but she couldn't deal with that at the moment. She needed to wait until she needed it. She needed a clear head.
Looking around, she couldn't find anyone she recognized-which wasn't surprising as she didn't personally know anyone from her school who'd wanted to try for UA. It was a just a sea of unfamiliar faces. Mentally shrugging, Satine focused more on her breathing and remembering what Present Mic had said about the exam earlier in the day. Going over the different opponents he'd described in her head, she debated on which she should focus on taking down more of. It was a points system, 1 pointers would be easy enough but to get enough points before time runs out she would want to go after the bots with higher points. No doubt everyone else has come to the same conclusion, so her only real problem is going to be getting to as many as she can before the others do.
Speed. She'll have to find a way to get ahead, to take on as many of the bots initially as she possibly could.
Casually, Satine lifted her arms, seeming to clench and unclench her fists. She watched the veins in her arms start to bulge ever so slightly as the blood flow increased. Cuts in varying stages of healing could be seen on the inside of elbow if anyone looked closely. She never cut deep enough to leave scars, just enough to draw the blood out.
As if sensing eyes on her, Satine glanced up shyly, feeling as though caught doing something embarrassing and reflexively covered the cuts with her hands.
That was one thing she didn't care for about her Quirk, having to injure herself or others to use it. But she couldn't complain, the ability itself was too useful.