[Wow, that was... unpleasant. He was never much for lemon flavored things and eating steak that tasted like it was an experience that Izuku never expected to have and wasn't keen to ever repeat. If he wasn't such a comically polite person, he might have considered the prospect of doing a dine n dash, but instead, he just choked it down like the good boy that he is.
Now he's staring at the request for a review like he's about to vomit. Maybe from the cake or maybe at the prospect of having to lie to these people. His face is ashen as he mutters to himself.]
The presentation was good, but the texture was a little unexpected... As for the taste it was... unconventional. It's... how was it even possible to make it taste like that and yet look like that? It was all very...
[He mutters aloud as as he stares at the paper, sweat pooling on his forehead. Someone save him please.]
2D
[Okay, now this is a little more of Izuku's speed. With what remains of his Quirk, he twists with super human speed to dodge an incoming broom stab and then leaps into the air to grab the handle of one and bring it crashing to the ground. The sudden blow seems to break the magical control and it becomes an ordinary broom once more.
However, the merchants keep expecting him to also save all of their wares that keep getting knocked around by these dastardly brooms now they see he can move pretty fast. So that's how he ends up balancing a delicate glass orb in one hand, a hat too big for him on his head, and three goblets clutched in the other hand.
Oh and then a trio of brooms are going for a shop of mirrors and the merchant is yelling at him to get over there and stop it before it ruins his business!]
Hey! Sorry about this but... catch!
[And now the orb is being tossed to you fellow party member! Hope you have good reflexes!]
2F
[You shall live long and in good health and accumulate a large amount of wealth.
A nice fortune, Izuku had thought. He's wasn't one for believing in them completely after everything with Sir Nighteye, but in a world of magic and other strange things, maybe there was something to it.
Or so he thought until he made the mistake of sneezing in front of the potion shop. Or not really a shop, just a guy with a slapped together shelf of a random assortment of things. Immediately, the owner comes to accost him, gripping his shoulders and insisting "young man, you sound like you have the plague!]
I-I don't! It was just from the cold air, I'm fi-
[But the opportunistic shop owner is already shoving multiple potions into his hands and then dumping a vial full of sparkling dust on his head (which is very expensive the shop keeper notes but just makes Izuku sneeze again), all of which he claims will save Izuku from "most certain death".
Oh man, he's gonna have to pay for all of this to escape, isn't he. A-are these even real potions? So much for all of his Dragons. What the heck, Oracey!!]
WILDCARD
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Izuku Midoriya ("Deku") | My Hero Academia | Bard
[Wow, that was... unpleasant. He was never much for lemon flavored things and eating steak that tasted like it was an experience that Izuku never expected to have and wasn't keen to ever repeat. If he wasn't such a comically polite person, he might have considered the prospect of doing a dine n dash, but instead, he just choked it down like the good boy that he is.
Now he's staring at the request for a review like he's about to vomit. Maybe from the cake or maybe at the prospect of having to lie to these people. His face is ashen as he mutters to himself.]
The presentation was good, but the texture was a little unexpected... As for the taste it was... unconventional. It's... how was it even possible to make it taste like that and yet look like that? It was all very...
[He mutters aloud as as he stares at the paper, sweat pooling on his forehead. Someone save him please.]
2D
[Okay, now this is a little more of Izuku's speed. With what remains of his Quirk, he twists with super human speed to dodge an incoming broom stab and then leaps into the air to grab the handle of one and bring it crashing to the ground. The sudden blow seems to break the magical control and it becomes an ordinary broom once more.
However, the merchants keep expecting him to also save all of their wares that keep getting knocked around by these dastardly brooms now they see he can move pretty fast. So that's how he ends up balancing a delicate glass orb in one hand, a hat too big for him on his head, and three goblets clutched in the other hand.
Oh and then a trio of brooms are going for a shop of mirrors and the merchant is yelling at him to get over there and stop it before it ruins his business!]
Hey! Sorry about this but... catch!
[And now the orb is being tossed to you fellow party member! Hope you have good reflexes!]
2F
[You shall live long and in good health and accumulate a large amount of wealth.
A nice fortune, Izuku had thought. He's wasn't one for believing in them completely after everything with Sir Nighteye, but in a world of magic and other strange things, maybe there was something to it.
Or so he thought until he made the mistake of sneezing in front of the potion shop. Or not really a shop, just a guy with a slapped together shelf of a random assortment of things. Immediately, the owner comes to accost him, gripping his shoulders and insisting "young man, you sound like you have the plague!]
I-I don't! It was just from the cold air, I'm fi-
[But the opportunistic shop owner is already shoving multiple potions into his hands and then dumping a vial full of sparkling dust on his head (which is very expensive the shop keeper notes but just makes Izuku sneeze again), all of which he claims will save Izuku from "most certain death".
Oh man, he's gonna have to pay for all of this to escape, isn't he. A-are these even real potions? So much for all of his Dragons. What the heck, Oracey!!]
WILDCARD
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