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🧙 WHO: Momo Yaoyorozu and YOU!
⚔️️ WHAT: catch all for May
🕒 WHEN: all throughout the month of May
🗺️ WHERE: in and around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: TBD

🥣 Every language easy... Easy as the recipe for making jello [SLICE OF LIFE]

[ Living in the inn hadn't been Momo's idea of an ideal living situation (especially when it started flooding intermittently), but at least it had come along with readily available meals. Momo's had it lucky thus far in life, when it comes to food availability... From her parents' personal kitchen staff, to Lunch Rush's cafeteria food, to the dining room at the inn, Momo has somehow made it to sixteen without really ever learning her way around a kitchen. Now that she's moved into a small house with her female classmates, it's sink or swim!

She heads to the market to pick up some supplies— nonstick pans, spatulas, measuring cups and spoons— though really, she's so far out of her depth; she doesn't know what she might need. She finds herself frozen in indecision looking at different cake pans, trying to debate the merits between a round pan or a square one. She'll turn to whoever is nearby, be they employee or customer, and ask politely, ]

Pardon me, but... Have you ever baked a cake before?

🏅 To excel in athletics is not difficult if one has the temperament (and I have the temperament) [TRAINING]

[ More often than not, Momo finds herself at the training grounds, practicing her magic.

Some days, she focuses on her Elemental magic, strengthening up her skills with the different elements. Her current training regimen focuses on using wind magic to lift herself up in the air and try to fly (or, more realistically, hover). When she gets tired of practicing the brute force of summoning enough lift to take off, she practices her finesse by trying to use lightning magic to power small household appliances. If she's too tired, though, she might just end up frying them beyond repair!

Other days, Momo spends her training time working on her Alchemy. She sits at a table, with a number of different materials and components spread out in front of her, her Yaoyorictionary nearby to look up any specific chemical formulae she might need. She tries the basics, changing the shape of metal, transforming wood into glass, before moving on to more difficult tasks like transmuting precious gemstones and metals, or brewing potions. She might be a bit too overly ambitious with her potion making, however, leading to some concoctions blowing up in her face (literally) in a stinking cloud of green smoke... ]

🎶 And I like the theme from Rocky, though I play Mozart more [QUEST – Party Rock Anthem]

[ How difficult could this quest be? Momo likes to think she could navigate a raucous party well enough to suss out the vessel carrying out the spell and neutralize it. How difficult could it be? It's just a party, after all.

A very loud, intense party... Momo enters and right away finds herself bombarded on all sides by flashing lights, pressing bodies, and thumping bass. She claps her hands over her ears, trying to save herself from lasting hearing damage, and shouts to whoever agreed to help her on this quest, ] IT'S SO LOUD IN HERE!! I CAN HARDLY HEAR MYSELF THINK!

[ Finally, Momo's eyes and ears adjust to the levels of light and sound in the party, and it's a good thing too, because as soon as she stepped inside, the doors disappeared behind them. Focused on her goal, Momo explores the different rooms of the house (aside from the bedrooms with socks on the doorknob) until she finds the spare bedroom that is serving as the coat room. This is as good a place as any, she wagers, to start the search for the vessel. Only, as soon as Momo and her partner start rifling through the pile of coats on the bed, looking for anything out of place or unusual, a party drone enters the room, red solo cup in hand. ]

What are you two doing in here? You're not trying to kill the vibes, are you?

📣 I don't like to brag. And I won't, 'cause I don't have to [WILDCARD]

[ I'll put closed starters for people in the comments as the month progresses. If you want to plot something different, HMU @ millennialfalcon or ©hris#1234! ]

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Training

[itsmypower]

[As promised some months ago, Shoto's arriving solely intent on making himself her day's "tutor". He'll find her soon, floating: still a ways from wingless flight... though it's no less impressive! It's interesting as its clever; combinations of winds and force a leap more powerful than he's managed—and with room for growth, yet.

His wind is underpowered, still new, and it's far more often than not that when he's faced with stronger opponents, some challenge, his response returns freezing. Wind its boost, but still weaker. Weaponized cold his first go-to.

Still he's fire as much as frost; and now with grasp on his elements, stronger, he's reclaimed himself, too.

And that power's his to share.

So, moving up in steps closer, once she's landed, his arm raised in greeting and calling out both, now... he's already deciding. Softer-voiced against the wind,]

Yaoyorozu!

[It's good to see her.]

Re: Training

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[ Momo has been diligently working towards mastery of the elements. Some come easier than others, certainly... Anyone would have their natural proclivities. She's progressed much further in her control over fire than she has water, over earth than electricity. Air falls squarely in the middle of her range, which is why she's working now trying to improve her control of it.

She's about ten feet off the ground when she hears Todoroki call out to her, and she smiles down to him, waving as best she can without breaking her concentration. ]

Ah, Todoroki-san! Hello!

[ Slowly, carefully, she tries to lower herself to the ground. It's shaky, and she may or may not drop the last few feet more suddenly than she'd planned, but she makes it down in one piece. ]

Thank you for agreeing to join me!

[itsmypower]

[Glancing across the wind-swept fields, Shoto absorbs their surroundings. He'll note their open space, passing between its collections of targets, and near-by neatly placed obstacles. Another, far-off group of wooden dummies set beside rows of straw mannequins. There's softened-up dirt for sparring, with shallow pools just beyond it.

For a moment, he's distracted; briefly wondering which terrain is best. Practical more, for which magics, considering all there is to start with. Eyeing sands, and rough turf. He looks for stones, and damp boundaries, and natural fire-resistant somethings.

He's not the most stable—seeking barriers and containments when Kasha's feeling especially "noisy". His assessment's important!

He's questioning where to start.]

Sure. [An honor to be considered: what with all the better students, the number of specialists still to choose from. Not to mention her choice of teammates. His strength's his combinations, reliant on speed, and mixed elements. His simultaneous activations involving often-opposing composites, with his old techniques modified.] Your wind's pretty strong, already...

[He folds his arms.]

What did you wanna work on?

[Casually. He could match her own pace.]

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[ Little by little, she's able to practice and improve her air and wind techniques. It's little more than brute force at the moment, enough to push her off the ground, but with very little finesse or fine control. ]

I have been having a lot of trouble with water and ice, actually... And since ice is-- one of your specialties...

[ She quickly corrects herself before saying that ice is his specialty. She knows he's been working hard, back home at least, at embracing and developing his firepower as well. ]

[itsmypower]

[His specialties...!

Just this once, his muted surprise and fragile smile haven't sprouted from disbelief, but from subtle pride, blooming. He's worked hard!

His mother's genetic memento—mimicked artfully through his movements—preserved through magics, innately. Its frost is still precious... and his losing her Quirk to nothing means he's trained a lot harder.

What he's accomplished here with others, for himself, through near relentless persistence.

He has to keep climbing!]

Alright. We should start with basics, then.

[Anxiousness receding, he lifts his open palm, flames inside of stretched fingers, to recall his old mantra.]

"Condense, build up, release". [It isn't just his efforts. Now his own, and someone else's; new techniques he'd once borrowed, fused to form his cold's basis. It mirrors his first tutor's, still now, and he's deliberately mixed the two.]

With magic, you should think about growing it. [Like a seed, the tiny flame in palm spirals, blown open, until it's swirled itself larger.] Your energy's all that matters. [Flickering, now. Small shard of heat dancing, growing gradually calmer. Orange hued to dull white—and then,] Seal! [Just with that, commanding words in harsh whisper forming crystalized candlelight.] What I mean is... if you concentrate it this way, the energy you used to burn, can be used for freezing, too. [M... more or less?] I guess it's all the same source.

[Fire and ice, interchangeable.]

Just keep it flowing. [Finally, shifting eyes to meet her,] What you're changing is its temperature. For now, just focus on your palm. Pull your energy to just that spot, and imagine it freezing.

[ooc: this is super late... ignore if you need to!]