[ His sleeping bag looks like a unicorn has vomited sparkles all over it, but he doesn't actually mind the way it looks. Nor does he care so much about the blue powder that's gotten all over his black clothing. This homeless-looking man is also the type who would spill sauce over himself and be content with walking around with the stain.
That little delinquent's zipped far away at this point, and he's feeling far too tired to give any sort of chase. It is a public nuisance, but it's not enough to warrant any sort of action from him. Instead, he turns his attention to the young lady who's probably trying to hustle some money out of him.
Or maybe it isn't a hustle? Maybe she's a hardworking cleaner. ]
Do you run a laundry service? [ He does sound sarcastic about it, but he's also curious. Plus, he doesn't actually mind parting with some money since he's pretty apathetic about money in general. ]
Ehh... not really! But that doesn't mean I can't clean this all up just as well!
[ there's a wealth of confidence in her tone, in her bright smile — she knows she's going to be done cleaning it all up in just a few moments. all she needs is rain tempo, followed by a heat egg... and it's all good.
reaching for her clima-tact, she gives it a twirl, and one lone bubble with a rain cloud inside emerges and starts floating over them. ]
[ Having someone else clean up the mess for him means that he likely won't have to do it on his own (if he ever gets to that), so he was up for it. Plus, he was curious about how she was going to do her cleaning in the middle of this random street.
He's about to shrug nonchalantly in agreement, when Nami suddenly summons that bubble and that little rain cloud pops up. That definitely has his attention now. For a second, his jaw hangs open wider, his small, listless eyes widening like he's been shaken to some alertness. Seeing someone summon a cloud would definitely astonish most people, but his response doesn't quite match up to the general mood of the situation. He looks like he's seen a ghost, almost. ]
[ nami's attention is solely fixed on the cloud, nudging it along so the bubble floats over the sleeping bag before bursting and letting the cloud grow in size; as such, she misses the way he looks, the way his surprise isn't quite the usual surprise people show when encountering weatheria's science.
it's only when the bubble has burst and the cloud begins growing that nami turns back to aizawa and says, with a bright grin, ]
I do! I can make all kinds, but right now we need some rain. It's pretty cool, isn't it?
[ though her smile dims when she actually takes in his expression. ] ... are you alright, mister?
[ He finds himself staring at that cloud for much longer than he should, a sinking feeling overcoming him for those few seconds as those memories he usually tries to lock away flood his mind. It's a bit of an overreaction, and it's because he's aware of this that he focuses on recovering. This isn't something he really wants to be remembering, and he doesn't want this complete stranger to start worrying about him either. There's a sigh, and he works toward shelving those memories away once again. Adjusting his scarf, Aizawa appears a little more closed off now, some of his disheveled black hair falling over his face. ]
I'm fine. Suddenly remembered something. [ On to a topic change ... ]
So how are you able to do that? Is that your quirk?
[ nami hums, as if to say, oh, okay and then not pry at all — someone else might, and though she can't say she's not curious of what exactly he remembered... it isn't really the straw hat style to ask questions about people's pasts.
instead, she checks if the cloud is big enough for a good amount of rainfall (not quite yet) and then turns back, tilting her head in surprise. ]
My... what? I've never heard of something like that. I'm using the science of a sky island called Weatheria to create weather eggs!
A quirk is just ... [ How does he explain this without having to talk too much ] an ability you're born with.
[ That's a simple enough explanation. Anyway, seeing someone summon a cloud was enough of a shocker to catch him off guard - especially when the last time he's seen someone summon a cloud, it was attached to a very traumatic memory. Learning that it's just a result of science does give him something else to focus on. ]
I'm no metereologist by any stretch. I'm guessing those aren't actual eggs.
Oh, I see! Hm, no, no one in our world has anything like that. All the abilities come from Devil Fruits.
[ and hers isn't an ability, it's just science... that may look like magic, but there's a difference!
she grins at him, brightly, when he actually seems interested in how the weather eggs work. ]
Mm, it's Weatheria's technology! The eggs have different types of clouds inside that I can command... watch!
[ swinging her clima-tact, she turns to the dark cloud and calls, ] Rain spark!
[ and sure enough, the cloud releases a heavy, pouring rain directly on top of aizawa's poor, gliterified sleeping bag. the rain is heavy enough to wash away the stubborn glitter in just a minute or two. ]
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[ His sleeping bag looks like a unicorn has vomited sparkles all over it, but he doesn't actually mind the way it looks. Nor does he care so much about the blue powder that's gotten all over his black clothing. This homeless-looking man is also the type who would spill sauce over himself and be content with walking around with the stain.
That little delinquent's zipped far away at this point, and he's feeling far too tired to give any sort of chase. It is a public nuisance, but it's not enough to warrant any sort of action from him. Instead, he turns his attention to the young lady who's probably trying to hustle some money out of him.
Or maybe it isn't a hustle? Maybe she's a hardworking cleaner. ]
Do you run a laundry service? [ He does sound sarcastic about it, but he's also curious. Plus, he doesn't actually mind parting with some money since he's pretty apathetic about money in general. ]
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[ there's a wealth of confidence in her tone, in her bright smile — she knows she's going to be done cleaning it all up in just a few moments. all she needs is rain tempo, followed by a heat egg... and it's all good.
reaching for her clima-tact, she gives it a twirl, and one lone bubble with a rain cloud inside emerges and starts floating over them. ]
So, what do you say? Deal or no deal?
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He's about to shrug nonchalantly in agreement, when Nami suddenly summons that bubble and that little rain cloud pops up. That definitely has his attention now. For a second, his jaw hangs open wider, his small, listless eyes widening like he's been shaken to some alertness. Seeing someone summon a cloud would definitely astonish most people, but his response doesn't quite match up to the general mood of the situation. He looks like he's seen a ghost, almost. ]
You ... make clouds.
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it's only when the bubble has burst and the cloud begins growing that nami turns back to aizawa and says, with a bright grin, ]
I do! I can make all kinds, but right now we need some rain. It's pretty cool, isn't it?
[ though her smile dims when she actually takes in his expression. ] ... are you alright, mister?
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I'm fine. Suddenly remembered something. [ On to a topic change ... ]
So how are you able to do that? Is that your quirk?
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instead, she checks if the cloud is big enough for a good amount of rainfall (not quite yet) and then turns back, tilting her head in surprise. ]
My... what? I've never heard of something like that. I'm using the science of a sky island called Weatheria to create weather eggs!
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[ That's a simple enough explanation. Anyway, seeing someone summon a cloud was enough of a shocker to catch him off guard - especially when the last time he's seen someone summon a cloud, it was attached to a very traumatic memory. Learning that it's just a result of science does give him something else to focus on. ]
I'm no metereologist by any stretch. I'm guessing those aren't actual eggs.
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[ and hers isn't an ability, it's just science... that may look like magic, but there's a difference!
she grins at him, brightly, when he actually seems interested in how the weather eggs work. ]
Mm, it's Weatheria's technology! The eggs have different types of clouds inside that I can command... watch!
[ swinging her clima-tact, she turns to the dark cloud and calls, ] Rain spark!
[ and sure enough, the cloud releases a heavy, pouring rain directly on top of aizawa's poor, gliterified sleeping bag. the rain is heavy enough to wash away the stubborn glitter in just a minute or two. ]