Comment s'est passée l'histoire? Alice est tombée dans le trou du lapin, et a été perdue dans un monde de folie.
Un conte étranger, mais un Shuko s'est trouvé en train de penser que les tourbillons de la presse étaient couverts de nuages de fumée pâle, qui sortaient de l'agence avec une soudaineté qui n'aurait pu être causée que par un Quirk. Il y avait peu qu'elle pouvait faire mais se détendre et laisser la masse fantomatique se envelopper autour d'elle et l'éloigner.
De son ancienne vie, et dans l'inconnu sauvage et terrifiant.
Ce qu'elle a découvert quelques secondes plus tard alors qu'elle s'agenouillait sur un sol dur, était gardé par un type moyen avec un ton un peu condescendant. Au moment où ils sont arrivés, Boro a lancé directement dans un monologue, que Shuko a fait de son mieux pour suivre tout en toussant de la fumée et en frottant ses yeux, en lui frappant accidentellement les lunettes dans le processus. Elle s'est évanouie là-dessus, se moquant pendant quelques secondes avant de les arracher à nouveau.
Soulevant lentement jusqu'à ses pieds, elle prit un moment pour les essuyer sur son sweat-shirt, en éliminant toute poussière ou toute fumée qui s'était collée à eux. Le mouvement a révélé un soupçon de tissu rose sous le plus grand vêtement, un flash de couleur regardant de sous l'extérieur terne pour un moment juste avant qu'il ne soit à nouveau couvert.
Une fois qu'elle avait ses lunettes allumées, elle clignait, et regardait, faisant de son mieux pour comprendre cette nouvelle situation.
Ce n'était pas si nightmarish qu'à l'extérieur, mais ce n'était pas non plus le moment de se détendre. Les instructions de Boro étaient aussi vagues qu'inquiétantes, surtout son dernier commentaire. Est-ce qu'il essayait de faire tourner les élèves l'un contre l'autre? Ou était-ce une sorte de test? Shuko a froncé, contemplant un moment, avant de se rappeler les instructions précédentes. Oui. Groupes. Cette partie avait du sens, au moins, même si elle avait eu la même anxiété que les médias avant.
Une chambre pleine de bizarres, et elle a dû trouver sa place parmi eux.
Le type avec qui elle avait été debout avant s'était éloigné de tout le monde, et elle a regardé son chemin, sentant un moment de sympathie. À un certain niveau, elle voulait faire de même, juste rester loin jusqu'à ce qu'elle ait été groupée par processus d'élimination.
D'un autre côté, elle voulait cette opportunité. J'avais besoin de cette opportunité, si elle voulait se libérer de ce qu'elle avait déjà fait. Si elle laissait ses propres insécurités se mettre en travers de quelque chose d'aussi simple, comment se passerait-elle quand ils arriveraient à l'entrainement réel?
Ressaisis-toi, Shuko.
Certains groupes se formaient déjà, assez évidents pour qu'elle puisse les voir. M. Satan avait recruté un type mignon, un fantôme et une plante à pied. Ça en a fait quatre, donc pas d'espace là-bas, même si elle était un peu tentée par celui qui s'appelait Yuki.
Elle regarda ailleurs, soudainement consciente de sa place dans la pièce. Concentrez-vous.
L'autre équipe de rassemblement était composée du garçon aux oreilles de chien et d'une fille qu'elle n'avait pas vue auparavant, une avec une esthétique inhabituelle mais très charmante. C'était effrayant. Elle semblait gentille, mais elle était aussi jolie, et l'avoir dans la pièce a fait Shuko regarder et se sentir encore plus merdique qu'elle l'a déjà fait, simplement en vertu de la comparaison.
Donc ça a laissé le petit pote et un autre qu'elle pouvait voir, un type pâle portant deux sacs pleins de ce qui ressemblait à de la merde aléatoire. Bizarre, mais elle pourrait s'en occuper. Shuko s'est un peu adoucie les nerfs, avalée, puis a marché un peu trop vite.
"Bonjour? Je suis Shuko." Pour l'instant, si bien. "Um... tu n'es pas encore dans un groupe, n'est-ce pas? Il ne reste pas beaucoup d'entre nous."
Allez. Dis-le.
Respirant, elle a brouillé sa demande. "Team up avec moi."
Elle avait essayé d'avoir l'air confiante, mais elle l'a poussé trop loin, et les mots sont sortis trop fort, moins une demande et plus comme un ordre. Elle s'est un peu redressée, réalisant son erreur. -- Si ça ne vous dérange pas, c'est ça?
( En parlant à Tommy)
Shuko Toma

Female

16

Shuko's a daydreamer, a girl who always seems to have something going on in her head. In the right situation, she's both imaginative and thoughtful, but the frenetic pace of life often pushes her to retreat into herself rather than fully express these qualities. She's disorganized, even careless, with untamed hair and a disjointed, eclectic fashion sense that never seems to quite click. A textbook introvert, she feels nervous around other people and somewhat inept socially, a flaw that she despises in herself but has little idea how to correct. She's quiet and very obedient, to the point where it's almost too easy to push her around- a weakness which has proven dangerous of late. 

For most of her childhood, Shuko was raised by a single father. She doesn't remember her mother nor where the woman went, and has learned not to broach the subject with her remaining parent. Her dad has always been fair and affectionate, but he's also had to work full-time while trying to care for a child, and though the familial love is there, the situation has created something of a disconnect. Sensitive to the stress her parent was under, Shuko has always done her best to avoid sharing problems with him- but the lack of conventional family dynamics and her somewhat introverted nature left her with nobody else to go to.
Academically, she performed incredibly well during her earlier years, especially once her Quirk emerged and began to develop. Her potential was noted by important figures, and it became a source of pride for her. Unfortunately, it was also noted by her peers. Shuko was marked as a target for bullying and harassment, a situation only exacerbated by her apparent inability to fight back. Rather than seek help from authority, she withdrew further, hiding her talents and doing her best to escape unwanted attention. It worked, to some extent, but as a result her marks dropped down to just above average, and Shuko was still plagued by a bad reputation among her fellow students. Cut off even further, she found some solace in art and literature, as well as her Quirk- the one thing about herself that she still valued.
So when she was approached by a business that had noted her early talents and wanted to hire her for part-time work, she jumped at the chance. The job was easy enough: someone wanted her to manage and distribute funds, a task that was easily accomplished with her Quirk. Once her employers had taught her the basics of what they wanted her to do, she played her part perfectly, taking home a decent salary for relatively light hours and enjoying the opportunity to use her talents to their fullest, even if she was working largely behind the scenes. It seemed she'd finally found herself a place in the world.
Then the police came knocking at the door.
As it turned out, the "business" that had recruited Shuko was of the less-than-legitimate variety, and had exploited her number-crunching ability to help manage illegally obtained funds, turning money into more money through both simple investment and various financial loopholes. She'd been a completely unwitting accomplice to a number of serious crimes, and was dragged into court with little but her own testimony to defend her.
In the end she was found innocent, in part because nobody could believe such a harmless girl could possibly be a cunning criminal. Still, her sense of stability was shattered, she'd missed weeks of classes while on trial, and her bad reputation was soured still further. The law might have let her go, but rumors spread relentlessly among teachers, students, and even her father's colleagues. Surrounded on every side by whispers and suspicion, she shut down entirely. No more school, no more friends, no more life. She'd failed. She was done.
It was her father who pushed her towards an alternative. Shuko didn't know much about Tumble, or particularly care, but it was this or the psych ward. Becoming a hero was a foolish dream, but at least the attempt might earn her some form of redemption.


Calculator - Shuko is a genius with numbers, able to perform calculations faster than most computers and understand complex mathematical concepts almost intuitively. This ability also extends to her senses and memory: she can identify the exact dimensions of an object at a glance, and can perfectly recall numbers and measurements, juggling hundreds of digits in her head with little need for pen or paper. This often works at a subconscious level with few visible effects, but when she puts it into intensive use the blood flow to her brain massively increases, causing the veins in her neck and face to bulge outwards.
Unfortunately, this excellent memory doesn't extend beyond mathematics: she forgets non-numerical concepts easily unless reminded. She can remember the width of someone's eyes down to the millimeter a year after having met them, but will likely forget their name within a minute. Additionally, she has trouble concentrating on ordinary tasks or situations. Everything around her offers numbers for calculations that her mind performs almost instinctively, and it's often hard for her to keep track of the real world, especially when her quirk is under heavy use.


Artist - One of the few ways Shuko can fully express herself is through drawing and painting. She's not good nor renowned enough to be featured in galleries, but is still noticeably talented for a high school student. She's also a decent pianist.
Animals - She's pretty bad with people, but gets along well with animals. They seem to like her, and she's patient and gentle with them in return.
Endurance - Shuko has never been one for sports, but she does exercise somewhat. Her build is slight, and she's still pretty weak in terms of lifting strength, but she can keep up a moderate level of physical activity for hours if necessary.

The rachis, or shaft, of a flight feather branches along its length into hundreds of barbs, often of asymmetrical length but always aligned on opposite sides of the rachis. In turn, the sides of each barb are layered with tiny barbules...
Shuko's eyes moved slowly and silently over the page, picking out each word with dazed indifference. She'd been staring at her book for over an hour now, sometimes reading, sometimes logging the heights and widths of the printed letters and noting their individual surface areas. Didn't matter which, really. It was something to do, something to lose herself in for a little while longer.
She shifted slightly, blinking as she realized she'd reached the end of a page, then deftly turned it over.
...many of which are in turn covered by minuscule hooks. These allow the barbules to interlock with one another, forming small connections which hold the barbs together, effectively forming a single cohesive surface...
She was idly adding up the areas of each punctuation mark in the last two sentences when a noise caught her attention. A footstep, someone entering the room. Its exact volume in decibels popped up somewhere in the midst of her thoughts as she turned around, staring through overlarge glasses at her father.
She should say something. Her mind grasped for ideas, clawing desperately at anything she could shove through her mouth to break the silence. A few incoherent syllables were bundled together and shoved up her throat, and she blurted out, "I'm-"
Just as her father opened his mouth to speak. "There's-"
Their words collided, waves of sound overlapping and causing a dozen separate calculations to spark off in Shuko's head. They both stopped. Then her father gestured, indicating that she should go first.
She shook her head, voice barely above a whisper. "It was nothing. Please, go on."
He paused for a second, as if hoping she'd change her mind, then nodded. "There's a letter for you. I know you... that you need some time right now, but I think you need to read this. It's not the kind of opportunity that comes often."
He was trying to pique her interest, she could tell. He failed. Still, when he held out a neatly folded sheet of paper, she took it. Shuko didn't care who had written it or what it said, but she didn't want to disappoint him. Not again, not after everything that had happened.
It was clean, neat, official. She unfolded it carefully, letting her eyes drift over it, if only for the sake of formality.
Then her gaze sharpened. She blinked, narrowed her eyes, then sped up, racing through each sentence with a growing disbelief. For the first time since everything had broken down, she felt something, a hint of drive beneath layers of despair. Curiosity. True or not, what was on this page didn't make sense. She turned it over and over in her mind, thoughts churning and sparking and wondering at this new mystery.
Who was the hero Tumble? If she was a big shot like it sounded, why had she gone looking for Shuko? Who in their right mind would want anything to do with her, let alone think that she could become a hero?
She stood up, letting her book fall from her hand as she clutched at the letter with the other. Was it a blessing? A stroke of luck? Another failure just waiting to happen? She didn't know- but it was something, and something was better than letting time drift away without hope.
She looked back at her father. "I think... I'd like to try it."
They left the room together. Behind them, the book lay open, unfinished.
...which presses against the air, generating lift and allowing the bird, so ungainly on land, to take flight, and soar upon the winds.

- She's far-sighted, and will have trouble making out anything within six feet without glasses.
- She often carries around a small notebook to sketch in.