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[tastes_like]

[Hawks appears on the screen with a winning smile, and a relaxed stance. He's been hiding out for a while, laying low and observing the cities, trying to find his way here before making a move of any kind. And now that he's got a little more confidence behind him, it's finally time to make his big debut.]

Hey. It's your resident flying hero Hawks checking in, making sure that everyone knows I'm here and available. Very available. It's a hero's job to keep an eye out for both the big issues, and the mundane daily stuff. Both are important, so I'll be making my rounds regardless of how relaxed it is here. And boy, is it relaxed! This is practically a vacation.

[A startled cry can be heard offscreen, and Hawks tilts the phone so his actions can be seen. While he doesn't actually move from the spot, a large feather pulls from his wing and shoots towards a child who's falling out of a tree. Is it a potentially fatal fall? No. Something that could have left life altering injuries? Not likely. Is it something that could have hurt? Yes. So he uses the feather to stop the fall, supporting the kid until she reaches the ground safely.

She seems a little star struck. Hawks waves at the child, and then puts the focus right back on himself.] See, I'm not too bad to have around. Hit me up if you're in need of a little in the way of heroics. Or you just want to grab something to eat. I'm starving.

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[chief_of_staff]

[He's seriously wishing he could reach through the phone and touch them, honestly, because they're beautiful. But he won't actually express that out loud, since he has no idea how it'd be received.]

Quirk?

[Well, he has zero clue what the hell that is; though, after audibly pondering a moment, he comes to the conclusion that it must be some sort of power or ability. So, the next thing he does is to hold his hand out in front of the phone, between the screen and his face, and call forth a small flame on the very tip of his index finger.]

Like this, I'm assuming?

[tastes_like]

Special powers. Back home, they're genetically linked. Something that's in your blood.

[Hawks brightens up when he sees that flame. Fascinating, he loves fire and he's absolutely drawn to it as an ability. This flame though, is very small and controlled. He's not sure how far this goes, or how capable Sabo is with it. But it doesn't make it any less appealing.] A flame quirk, huh? Or flame power, I guess. I've got a friend back home who always brings the heat.

[chief_of_staff]

[So, quirks aren't quite like Devil Fruits, but similar. Sabo nods, retracting the flame soon after.]

Well, I'm not the only one here with this. My brother has the same ability, but -- [A pause, as he thinks of how best to explain.] he's had it for far longer. [And in their own world, they wouldn't both have had this. At least here, though, Sabo can always get lessons from him if he wants.

The thought of which crosses his mind and he makes a note to remember for later. He'd love to improve upon the Fruit's abilities, even just a little.]

I should think of how to organize these interviews we want to do. I'm getting hungrier by the minute, so the sooner we can get started, the better!

[tastes_like]

So you got it later than he did, huh? It happens. We're all usually pretty young when our quirks present, but some get it sooner than others. [Hawks blinks.] He doesn't happen to be a cute blonde too?

[Getting special abilities from fruit would blow Hawks mind. It's such a different set up than his home world. Then again, a lot of Genessia would be difficult to comprehend.] You and me both. I'm starving.

[chief_of_staff]

He is very happily taken, actually, and not blond. [This guy certainly seems to have a type, huh? He smiles a little at that.]

Well, no point in hanging around on here any longer. I'm going to plan out the interview and then contact you again once I'm finished. Shouldn't be longer than thirty minutes or so.

[With that, he hangs up his phone and immediately gets to work.]

[tastes_like]

Is that so? I guess there's hope for us here too. [He does, and it's not blondes. Dangerous men with brutal traits and fire to wield? That's a little more along his lines of his type.

He grins at Sabo, and tilts his head.] Alright. Talk to you later. [And with that, he goes off to find someone else to harass in the mean time.]