Flea

Chapter Two

Pushing a button just behind her ear, Maeve's vision was gradually replaced with her replicating visor, before becoming completely black as live footage of the next arena played on its inside surface. So far, the injuries hadn't been too major. A crazy kid she couldn't help but admire with spiky blonde hair had caused a few very minor burns to other students due to his explosion quirk, but while those had been unpleasant, they didn't require a ridiculous amount of energy. A few sprained ankles and wrists popped up here and there but were nothing she couldn't handle. One tiny kid with purple hair insisted she give him a check up even though he didn't look at all injured. Maeve noticed he was drooling and assumed he had learning or behavioural difficulties, so she smiled warmly and told him he looked fine, rushing on. 6000 kids down. Things were looking up. 

However. The only proof Maeve had of fate was how incredibly unlucky her own life had been. It truly seemed like some petty deity had made it their ambition to make her suffer. So when all hell broke loose in the live footage, she really wasn't surprised. A kid had taken on one of the massive 0 pointer Gimmicks in a blaze of heroic stupidity. That wasn't unbelievable in itself, yet the methods they'd employed to do so were quite unorthodox. She hadn't seen a display of that much raw power since she'd seen All Might play a match of ping pong against himself. She didn't particularly like the guy but jeez louise could he smash that little plastic ball until it disintegrated. 

As she continued watching, Maeve felt dread settle in. It didn't look good at all. The examinee was falling through the air with both legs and an arm flapping unnaturally above him. They looked like they'd been shattered. She felt herself go cold as she quickly calculated no natural quirk had repercussions like that. What that meant in terms of the boy she couldn't say, but for right now it meant she was in for a complete shit show.  

At least the idiot didn't get slapped into a giant human pancake by the ground. A girl with an antigravity quirk happened to be around and managed to get to him in time. God he was lucky, the universe seemed to think he was some kind of invincible protagonist. Maeve wished it had the same amount of patience for her pathetic existence. 

"Dad, we've got a pretty major casualty in Arena E. Let's hustle, some moron's managed to break himself with his own quirk and I need to assess soon or he might not make it." 

Aizawa floored the accelerator in their golf buggy turned makeshift ambulance and they hurtled towards E. Maeve activated her visor to fold back off her face in intricate panels, and wiped her sweaty forehead with a surgical towel. The leather jacket was long crumpled in a corner of the vehicle, and she was overheating in her lab coat, despite her body suit working to regulate body temperature. Her two stretcher bots complained about human stupidity in the back (she was the only one they deemed worthy to take orders from) while she clenched and unclenched her gloved fingers, taking controlled breaths. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the side of the buggy and listened to some Billy Joel in order to block them out. 

They skidded through the gate of the arena and she hopped out, striding with faux authority among the exhausted examinees. The remains of decimated robots littered the ground on either side of her. Slapping a look of sympathy on her face and handing out sweets she would have dearly loved to scarf down herself, she chuckled internally if the students thought this was bad. A couple years ago the exam had been a test of courage in an underground labyrinth and she'd needed to revive 57 students who passed out from sheer terror. 

Maeve approached a group of students gathered around the pale, green haired boy lying spread eagled on the ground. His limbs were pointing at angles that made even her wince and he was letting out muffled groans she was surprised weren't agonised screams. At least the kid had good pain tolerance, she supposed with a quirk like his that had to be a given.