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Post by Niso Konto on Jan 9, 2021 11:21:52 GMT -4
Niso wasn't exactly someone with a strong information network. When he wanted something he tended to throw himself at the problem over and over till it broke before he did, or called in a favor or two for those who would be more knowledgeable than he was. With the dissapearance of Dandelion or... daffodil, whatever flower she called herself, Niso didn't really have any connections with those brainboxes anymore. But he still had his personal mission. The same mission as ever when Luzia wasn't involved. The search for immortality, or, at the very least, getting closer and closer to it.
With some time to think on his experience he had come to the conclusion that as horrific as his time with Marine was last time, it was the best chance he had at improving his quirk. He could learn new ways to survive, to keep himself alive with his quirk all day long, but if it would only ever be so fast, so powerful, he'd be limited by that, and thus he had his next goal in mind. He'd already taken Marine, but he knew enough of the plutocracy to know they likely had some purer shit hidden in their basements. His smile widened slowly as he thought on what potential a true hit of that stuff could give him, especially now that he knew he could survive it with much more ease.
Following the faintest of leads he'd managed to track down through beating it from the mouths of some drug dealing scum, Niso pushed his way into a nightclub, briefly assuming a face that wouldn't be asked for ID and moving through the crowd. Apparently there was some big commotion about the DJ tonight, but Niso hardly cared about that of all things. He had a goal in being here, and he needed to focus on it. A few steps through the crowd and he returned to his normal baby faced features, his tired eyes the only thing that still seemed mature about himself. Some might assume he was just a tired young man, others might be able to get a better idea of his age, or at the very least, the experiences he'd pushed through to make it to where he was now.
He looked around the edges of the crowd, the booths, those not enjoying the nightclub air directly or the dance floor, and eventually he spotted someone who seemed to fit what he was looking for. With a wild smile for a moment he pushed through the dancers towards his booth, watching him hand over a vial to someone else before presenting himself, open arms.
"I don't feel like I need to introduce myself to one of your number do I?~"
The man looked back to him, the deeper colors of the lights making Niso harder to recognize for a moment, but as it clicked a look of mixed intrigue and worry washed over his face. Niso smiled ever wider all the same. "... Pinocchio right?"
Niso sighed through his nose. He'd abandoned those silly names a while ago but it seemed they still lingered on here and there. Niso, knowing most of the room wouldn't be paying attention to them, formed his mask. Black flesh wrapped around his face, a cartoonishly eerie white smile and dot white eyes forming on the black flesh that should have been smothering him, yet he seemed to breathe easy as he stepped closer. "Call me Niso. What are the plutocracy saying about me I wonder?"
The man seemed to hesitate, he wasn't really meant to say where he got his supply from, but with Niso seeming to already know he was okay confirming his assumptions, thinking Niso knowing that might offer him some protection. He should have known that was wrong of course. "They say you're one of the few that survived taking that shit... I mean, a lot of people 'survive' but... you're one of the few who dosn't seem to wish he was dead by now."
"Well you know...that's a hard line for me to cross." He rested a hand on the back of one of the booth seats, his mask's smile shifting wider still. "Now... I was hoping you might do me a favor and make this quick for both of us. Who's your next one up? Who's the person who i really want to talk to for answers?"
The man scoffed... as much as he worried about a Marine soaked villain could do, the Plutocracy as a whole was easily the more terrifying option. "Look I don't know what answers you wand but-GAGH!"
Niso's hand had burst apart, a dagger of bone piercing his own skin and flowing along the back of one of his fingers like an inhumanely long claw, skewering the shoulder of this man with a clean strike. Blood dripped down Niso's palm from forcing bone through his own skin, but he didn't even seem phased. The dealer himself didn't seem too hurt, but certainly stunned. "I said we could make this quick. But I'm fine with slow.~"
"The fuck are... arc... arrrRRrrr...!" He grasped his shoulder, feeling something spreading, following his veins before sinking into his muscles. So close to his throat he felt that first to go, his lungs doing the heavy lifting in making him breathe but his vocal muscles aching, sore, unable to form simple sounds. He pushed from the booth and started to run on instinct. Niso even stepped aside to let him go. The spreading ache hit his lungs. It became difficult to breathe and he collapsed, and slowly the aching sunk to his legs, Niso walking up behind him and pressing a foot down on his back, the crowd starting to spread. He leaned down low, just so the man could hear him over the music.
"It's amazing what the human body is reduced to when it loses it's strength... I don't know if you have a quirk... I don't care. But what you feel right now? That's what a human feels like against a quirker... that sense of helplessness. Like they'll drown on air as those around them continue to walk, continue to succeed, continue to live... " He pressed down harder with his heel. "I'm sure you can survive this if I let you... but if you don't give me what you want when your strength returns... I will have my cells weaken your heart... I will allow you to breathe... to move... to run... only to slowly feel the energy sap from your muscles... your lungs... your brain... your body failing you even as you fight to keep it alive..." He lowered to a crouch.
"Now who's your boss?"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 13, 2021 11:42:19 GMT -4
Jasmine felt a strange sense of calm. Even between the incredibly loud beats, claps and snares a feeling of serenity permeated through her body like wildfire. If the purple-dye colored demon felt any type of anxiety before her first ever show it had quickly disappeared the moment she stepped into the booth. Her senses had immediately drowned out all of the static, focusing primarily on the screen of the laptop and the keys in front of her. Burning orange hues peered down at the bustling crowd of party-goers below, a wicked smile appearing behind her devilish mask. Draped in neon under the blacklight, Jasmine felt a sense of elation course through her as the dark waves of rhythmic music flowed and bounced off the walls, immediately encapsulating any weary soul unfortunate enough to have stepped into her trap. Her head bobbed in tandem to the beat, eyes dyed coral following the many synthwaves on her screen. She pulled the microphone down and close to her masked lips, an eager grin spreading across her face when her voice joined in with the pre-recorded ethereal vocals. I'm the greatest God created
I'm a sickness, I'm contagious
I'm a demon, power trippin'
On the mission and vindictive
Suffocatin', exterminatin'
And I love that every second
Full of hatred, irritated
Cut you open for entertainment The young devil shrouded in blacklight drew back from the microphone, decidedly avoiding the more melodic singing for now in favor if spicing the rhythm up with freestyle on the spot editing... or, in layman's terms, good old-fashioned disk jockeying. Jasmine's smile only grew behind her demonic mask as she listened to and watched the gathered crowd's reaction. Despite it being her first show, her stage name Caldera -- which coincidentally ended up being the same as her hero name -- managed to draw in quite the crowd. The place was packed and whether it was because of her notoriety as a hero-in-training or the rep she'd been building online as a musician, she didn't really care. Her career was getting traction. That was all that mattered. With how much attention her tracks had been getting on the web it hadn't come as a surprise to Jasmine that she had finally gotten the call. Okay, granted, she was surprised that she herself didn't have to ask to perform but had rather been asked to do so, but she sure as shit wasn't about to be complaining. The Risurrezione was one of the more popular nightclubs in Tokyo and one of the several owned by this one Italian guy Luca Ricci with a taste for things a little more... exquisite. Jasmine had to wonder if that was why he wanted a soon-to-be Pro Hero DJing at his place. Hell he even offered an extra bonus of cash together with Jasmine collecting all of the money from the surprisingly steep entry fee and a percentage of drinks purchased. A little bewildering at first, one glance at how many people were exactly present made Jasmine realize exactly why that was. She drew in a crowd and Luca realized she would before Jasmine did. He was clearly going to be making some money, and Jasmine was going to be making a killing, further incentivizing her to play here again. She snorted with some amusement. Clever bastard.
Yet not everything always went as expected. A sudden shriek cut through the music like a knife through butter, startling even the young DJ. Orange eyes quickly narrowed as they scanned the perimeter, every instinct in her body suddenly screaming at her that something was incredibly wrong. It hadn't taken her long to find the cause. Her eyes widened at the sight of the terrified faces on the dispersing crowd. Even through the blacklight she managed to see the blood, through the music she could hear the horrified screaming, and through the ever poignant smell of alcohol she could pick the scent of open flesh. After a few quick clicks on her phone and a subsequent speed-text sent to Red Horn, Jasmine moved instantaneously. With the speed and grace of a wild cat Jasmine's demonic visage vaulted over the DJ booth, launching herself towards the mysterious assailaint. The only moment her roaring voice could be heard through the beat of the music playing was when she cocked her leg back and unleashed a massive roundhouse kick at the back of the murderer's head with all of her strength, likely sending him crashing into the nearby bar. Jasmine growled under her breath, her painted skin and eyes glowing in the blacklight, "You'd think the name of a third year U.A. student on the goddamn walls of this place would keep dipshits like you snug under whatever rock you slithered out of. Can you not read the posters, asshole?!" She snarled, her senses crossing into overdrive territory as she waved the civilians towards the exit of the nightclub. "As much as I'd absolutely love to break your face I'd rather not bust the joint up beating the shit out of you. Come quietly. Now!" |
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Post by Niso Konto on Jan 13, 2021 13:23:29 GMT -4
“Not feeling like talking huh? Well… my cells control over you is about to come to an end…” He raised his hand with malicious intent as the wide white smile on his fleshy mask grew all the wider, his voice somehow unmuffled by the layer of flesh between it and the open air, raising his extended bone claw up to his side, tipping his head with it as an unsettling series of cracks seemed to deafen the music to the ears of those who heard it as only the disgusting sound of bone grinding on bone filled there ears. “Shall we give you another dose?~”
He reared back to shove another dose of his cells into the poor fuck before he could get away, when suddenly a sharp pain radiated from the back of his skull. His body was far more lightweight than even the powerful Jasmine may have expected, sent flying with ease and even flipping in the air before he crashed into the bar, the sturdy material it was made of breaking him more than he broke it, his head dangling limply as his cracked spine bent unnaturally across the surface of the bar.
“Uuugh… you heroes are really coming out of the woodwork huh…?”
With a harsh crack Niso’s arms popped back into place, grasping the edge of the bar counter and dragging himself up slowly, pops sounding in his spine as the columns re-alligned, and his twisted hips spinning almost like they were on a completely unnatural joint as he brought his legs around to sit on the bar facing Jasmine. The blow had knocked the black flesh that was his mask loose, dripping from his face like a half peeled scab revealing the real eyes beneath, before slurped back into place like dangled by strands of sphagetti.
“Sorry. I don’t really have time for the no names. Especially not today… but hey!~” Hopping off the counter, what was a broken man seconds ago was now fresh and spry, as quick to recover as a child from a bicycle crash, only on a much harsher end of the scale. “You’re a hero, I’m here to kill drug dealing scum. How about you er…” He gestured to the patheticly weakened dealer trying to crawl away as his strength started returning to him. “Let me get what I need from him, and we can call this quits on both sides. Jail, death, all the same to me what happens to that dipshit once he gives me what I want.~”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 14, 2021 6:36:32 GMT -4
The spotlight glared down at them from the stage, a range of darkened colors coalescing together with the sharp techno beats echoing in the void. Jasmine's glowing eyes narrowed as she trained her gaze on the bar, neon eyeliner making the motion ever more ethereal. The lass immediately found herself on high alert despite having mouthed off only moments prior, her legs spreading and center of gravity lowering. Most of the civilians were already gone by now - this much her senses could pick up easily - but there was still the question of property damage and how quickly this could escalate into the streets...
…a thought further provoked by the grotesque display that made her realize exactly who this guy was. Niso Konto. Considering he was on the top five on Japan's most wanted list, Jasmine knew his face well. "Not only is my first day on the job utterly fucked it just had to be by one of the big fish, huh?" She said, though mostly to herself as a bead of sweat ran down her temple. Survivability quirk with an immense regeneration factor... considering what she had just seen him do, she didn't need any prior information to discern something like that. Her mind immediately tried to come up with a plan but given how little she knew about him she couldn't plan for anything solid. She sighed to herself, realizing it was time to go through the usual routine.
Jasmine smirked behind her mask at the request, the teeth on the mask itself twisting into a wild grin, "Nah," she responded in kind, her legs spreading further as she got even lower. The music continued to blare at high BPMs, somehow assisting Jasmine in immediately garnering a rhythm for herself. Her head bobbed to the beat as her fingers touched the ground to get a feel for it. "This 'no name' ain't in the business of letting stuck up little pricks get what they want."
Within a split second Jasmine launched herself forward, whizzing through the air like a bullet to appear directly behind Niso. "Buckle up, asshole," her eyes glared crimson even through the contact lenses, waves of flame beginning to spark around her as she wound up another kick... yet this time it was no one and done. Combined with her fire, she would try a flurry of kicks, first one directed at his back. Then shoulder, then chest again... then an uppercut knee into his chin to send him upwards... by which point she would follow, and send him crashing back down into the ground with a lowercut roundhouse.
If his shtick was regeneration, she'd burn him. Make it that much harder for him to regenerate. With any luck her flames could keep that healing factor at bay for just long enough so her blows could deal some real damage... otherwise she figured she might just run out of stamina. Healing like that clearly wasn't easy and if she remembered right, the guy was hella confident in that part of his arsenal. Him having little stamina didn't make sense.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jan 14, 2021 7:01:16 GMT -4
"Hard way huh? Well..." He popped his neck to either side. In the lighting of the club and with her little DJ costume Niso didn't recognize her, but he may have been more worried if he had a better look. This was that girl on the tapes fighting Red Horn whenever she went into that rage mode. Or at least, one of the people on the scene each time. If this girl had a close connection to that woman he may have felt a twinge of worry as the two of them got ready to fight, but as he took on his more lazy, relaxed stance, not seeming to treat her as a threat, there was no clear signs of recognition at all, just ready to see what was about to be thrown his way.
"I should warn you... you're about to be humiliated in ways you'd never expect.~" His tone was a little more gleeful and energetic than the relaxed state of the rest of his body, but despite his confident words he seemed to be at the mercy of her firey barage, turning barely when she came in from behind but still taking a blow to the back, the shoulder, the front, up in the air. He idly considered putting some more weight on so people couldn't do this to him so easily, but he somehow doubted that would make much of a difference given he could almost feel one of those kicks leaving an imprint in his fucking ribs. Another harsh snap as something seemed to break or pop out of place as he was sent back towards the ground, groaning as flecks of flame lingered on his clothes, rolling left and right to try and put himself out. The sorched holes making it clear it had dried and damaged his flesh with ease all the same.
"Ya know... ugh!" Forcing himself up to a stand as Jasmine landed, or hovered in the air if she wished, Niso's mask fell off entirely, hitting the ground with a sickly wetness to it. "Most people who... regenerate... their bodies aren't smart enough to realize when they must... do damage to heal better... they don't know how to push out a bullet, they just heal around it. Or..GAGH!" Niso lurched forward in a brief spasm of pain, but following that, dry chunks of skin dropped off his body and out of his clothes, hissing almost pleasantly as fresh skin seemed to heal quickly in their place. "How to... get rid of useless tissue... it's a fun little trick I find to keep yourself limber...~"
Niso tipped his head to the side, and smiled, his non-masked smile about as wide as the fake one he plastered on the black flesh. "Wanna see a cooler trick?~"
Niso would purposely wait for Jasmine to try and rush him again, but this time his reaction would be much faster. In straight up speed she clearly had the advantage, but Niso was limber and could bend and twist in ways hardly anyone else could, and when Jasmine came in for another blow, Niso would simply slap her across the face. A wet, hot sensation would spread across her cheek. Niso had basically collected a blister full of blood in his palm and aimed to get as main of his blood cells in her face as it burst as possible. If so much as one managed to hit her lips, it'd begin to multiply, spread, and infect her whole system, a wicked smile on Niso's face as he waited to see how such a confident heroine would handle feeling the sting of his latest trick.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 14, 2021 10:24:04 GMT -4
Son of a bitch... Jasmine growled under her breath as she watched Niso readjust himself like she hadn't just kicked him into next fucking week. Even if he was as light as a feather she figured her attacks must have done at least some form of damage, especially with the fire she had added into the mix. Unfortunately it looked like the flames weren't exactly enough to hinder his healing factor. Or rather, based on how easily he shrugged it off it seemed like she didn't add enough of it. She clicked her tongue, clearly annoyed by the handicap her surroundings put on her. Every move of the skin and bone that he was made from was visible to the naked eye and with how sharpened Jasmine's peripherals now were the sight was made ten times as grotesque as it normally would've been.
The girl scoffed under her breath as she primed herself for another assault, quickly getting down on all fours as she prepped herself. "Ugh, do you ever stop talking?!" She snarled at him before proceeding to launch herself directly at him at blinding speeds. While normally she wouldn't be caught dead trying to do the same trick twice, this time she put her neck out on the line to try and get more information out of him. All she knew about him was that he was incredibly light of weight and was able to heal his injuries at ridiculous speeds. He still felt pain though, so that was something.
Jasmine got what she wanted, albeit in a fashion that she found borderline humiliating. When the slap hit her across the face and effectively knocked her facemask off Jasmine's eyes momentarily widened in shock... half because he managed to actually outmaneuver her, half because he decided to fucking slap her. Jasmine immediately reared her fist back with an angered roar and slammed it square across his face with every ounce of strength she had at her disposal, sending him flying back into a nearby wall.
Then it registered. The taste of metal suddenly permeated her lips, making her cover her mouth with her hands. She quickly coughed and spat, trying to get it out... but the damage was done. Jasmine's eyes suddenly widened as she begun feeling the warmth in her chest begin to cool. Her crimson hues flickered, barely maintaining their bloody color as she struggled to power up her quirk.
Bewildered eyes glared up at Niso, immediately honing in on the point she sent him crashing into before she found herself weakened. "What the fuck did you do to me?!"
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Post by Niso Konto on Jan 15, 2021 7:18:09 GMT -4
“Silence isn’t really a talent of mine. No.~” He chimed back with a smug little smile when Jasmine prepared to come at him with an assault. As much as she was trying to hide it under… frustration perhaps? Just that sheer battle fire some heroes tended to exhibit? He could tell the shifting of his body was getting to her at least a little. Perhaps not enough to effect how she fought him but it was at least crawling under her skin a bit which gave him a twinge of satisfaction at that alone. He probably shouldn’t be so gleeful about how easily he could disgust others, but it did bring a smile to his face nonetheless.
Jasmine’s assumption that he felt pain was right, but as she came in for her next flurry of blows, burning pain flowing through him, he suddenly started to burst out into fits of laughter. He wasn’t a masochist, infact he hated when people made the comparison. It was just… a defense mechanism he’d developed long ago. Like when a child hit their funny bone and laughed despite the pain. Pain no longer really mattered to him afterall. It was a sign your body was breaking, or about to snap, and well… when you could heal any of that anyway, why did he care? He still felt it of course, it was too dangerous to tell his nerve cells to stop sending him pain signals. He could practically paralyze himself from a lack of feeling… but that didn’t mean pain mattered much to him regardless at this point.
The slap to her face was definitely a bonus to his chuckles, of course.~
The trade was more than worth it, the fist in his face forcing Niso to go crashing again like a tumbleweed but landing with an unexpected grace like he’d almost planned it on purpose, his back slamming into one of the booth seats at the edge of the club, his legs briefly swung above his head like he was about to go ass over head again, before dropping down, crossed over one another propped up on the table in the center of the booth, his arms drapped along the back of the couch seat with the cheeky look plastered on his face ever still. His thumb pressed against his right nostril, snorting out what anyone could reasonably assume may have been a chunk of his brain at this point, but was really just some clotted up flesh his body was getting rid of as it healed and replaced it.
When asked what he did… god. Niso didn’t usually enjoy his fights against heroes but… he was sure this was the first time he’d managed to pull this particular trick on them. This could actually be fun.~ “Well allow me to say the words I hope never to say to any woman. Ever.” He hopped up from his relaxed position, perched on the back of the seat almost like a gargoyle with his body curled into itself. “I’m inside you, and I’m in deep.~” He teased with his shit eating smile.
“But!~” He chimed, shrugging comically. “What kind of villain would I be if I gave away all the secrets. All I have to say is ‘welcome to my level.’~”
With that Niso kicked off the couch and started to close the distance. Jasmine was still immensely fast and incredibly durable, but Niso wanted to just show here where she stood now in terms of strength and was purposely throwing himself into the line of fire in the hopes of scaring her off. As he came in close, he coiled down lower than his hip joints may allow, before springing up over her head, swinging his leg out under him and trying to kick her in the back of the head. He wasn’t made any stronger by his little trick, but Jasmine may find any efforts to stop or block his blows wouldn’t have the usual strength behind them they typically did.
He didn’t expect to win a fight against a full blown hero… but he could at least hope to terrify them with the idea he could reduce their powers so drastically, no?~
(since you still hit me full power with the last attack, shall we say your weakness stat starts from now?)
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 17, 2021 15:32:39 GMT -4
Utterly bewildered, Jasmine just stared at her own hands. She could feel that something was horribly wrong but couldn't put her finger on it. It felt like whatever this bastard had just done completely rewired how her body was supposed to work. If she were to liken her body to a race car, her quirk would be the engine and that engine was stalling something fierce. She grit her teeth as she focused intowards herself, trying to manually reassemble her engine and finding incredible difficulty in doing so.
Jasmine's dim irises faced up towards Niso, glaring daggers at the smug expression on this little shit. Whatever he had done to her during that slap was messing with her system and she didn't have the ability to remedy it. It pissed her off. It wasn't just that either. The way he reassembled himself made her skin crawl and every single fucking syllable that left his mouth made her want to see if he could reattach his goddamn head to his shoulders.
Her eyes widened when he moved. He wasn't faster than her by any means but that mere moment of anger and confusion gave Niso enough of an opening to approach and circle around the young DJ. Somehow the girl had managed to react just quickly enough to turn and raise her arms as his kick came, the blow landing directly into her forearms. While she felt little in regards to pain she was still shocked to see that she barely had enough strength to actually hold the attack back. If Niso had been just a little stronger he would've easily broken through her posture and managed to inflict some modicum of damage, even through her sturdy frame.
Sparks flickered around Jasmine as she tried to get her quirk to kickstart again, a thin layer of fire finally spreading along her body to coat her skin, enshrouding it in bright crimson. A snarl formed on Jasmine's face as she launched herself forward, using her speed advantage to erupt into a series of punches and kicks that seemed far too erratic, borderline desperate. The musician's mind was still clouded and she would be the first to admit something like that. But, at this point? She needed to figure out the extent of this debuff that Niso had put her under... and how well she'd fare against someone like him in a state such as this one.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jan 22, 2021 12:08:19 GMT -4
Feeling his foot catch against a guard Niso tried to still power through with what little strength he had. What he lacked in true power he certainly made up for in being absolutely merciless, just being sure to push his own body to breaking point to try and get the same response out of someone else. Eventually the strength of each combatant gave and Niso rebounded off of his strike in a backflip, crashing to the floor like a wooden puppett who's strings were let go, before rising back up in a similar manner. He didn't shift or move naturally, his torso rising without the appropriate motions from his legs, which almost seemed to just be dragged up behind it.
"Whats the matter?~ Starting to feel the sting?~ Ya know I bet for someone like you it's almost like being quirkless!~ I imagine that at least... must feel draining... pathetic... weak...~" He chimed, chuckling quietly to himself. Of course, Jasmine's anger pushed her forward regardless and Niso was put on the backfoot. He staggered backwards, almost like it was some sort of accident, but his body swayed with true purpose behind it. He still took a few blows of course, her speed was hard to outdo, but with his unique motions he was at least pulling it out of her to pull that off. It was always his talent, survival. The few blows that did hit he was able to absolutely laugh off without even thinking about it. The dodging was absolutely more for show, to frustrate her, to give the impression that if she couldn't beat him before? She definitely couldn't now.
"What's the matter?~ You slowing down too?~" He chimed out, bending backwards under one of her punches, hands behind himself he'd do a backflip over them, legs following up after him and trying to strike her in the chin before landing back on his feet, jumping backwards. The club had started to empty at this point, people rushing away and trying to get out entirely from the scene, giving them the space they needed to fight. Before Jaz could close the distance again, he rushed forward, seeming to go in for a body tackle, but leaping again he'd try to kick off her face and jump over he entirely, rushing for the stage. He didn't know the place that well but he knew places like it well enough. He wasn't here to kill a hero, so with an attempt to kick off Jasmine's face, he rushed to try and find the back-exit of the club in the halls behind the stage.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 23, 2021 11:40:02 GMT -4
look at me, i'm a reflection of what you wanna be
Queen on the throne, none of you pawns can humble me
Jasmine was in a haze. Just like Niso had so aptly stated she felt... powerless. For the first time in a long, long time the girl felt like all of the strength she had worked so hard and so long to achieve was ripped away from her. Her body had reacted to those very same thoughts and before she knew it she had been reduced to that same panicking kid she was when she had no roof over her head. When every day was a struggle to survive.
Survive. She had fought to survive for the longest time too, hadn't she? Survival of the fittest was the rule of the jungle. She knew this. Many factors were the reason for Jasmine attaining the strength that she had but none other were as primitive and as big of a part of the lass as the instinct of survival.
Now she stood powerless... or so Niso wanted her to believe. The class completely froze in her place as she took the blow to the chin. She barely felt it. Keen eyes saw every movement he made, yet her body did nothing to react. As he stepped over her head the lass felt humiliated in more ways than one, and yet...
She was strong in more ways than one, wasn't she?
There was more to her power than brute strength.
And that was something Niso could never take away from her.
Every single one of Jasmine's instincts and senses alike flared with deadly intent. Despite her quirk being weakened it still answered her call. Azure eyes shot open as the lass dove deeper into her psyche, wild energies radiating a dazzling blue. Within one swift motion Jasmine spun on her heel and launched herself forward, arm rising to swipe down on the retreating Niso.
She blew past him like a lightning bolt, halting in her assault in a crouch right in front of him. Jasmine straightened herself without a single sound, her back and broad shoulders in the male's peripheral.
"You're going nowhere," she declared, glaring azure irises bearing into his frame as she turned. " And you may want this back," she then added... before proceeding to throw the male his very own arm back, one she had cut off from the elbow down upon approach with her explosively sharp claws.
"You caught me off-guard before, but that won't happen again. Because I'm apparently a no-name, let me reintroduce myself one more time in a way you won't ever fucking forget again."
Jasmine got into a stance, her glaring azure orbs flashing dangerously, "The name's Caldera, and your dumb ass is under arrest, scum," the second the words left her mouth Jasmine launched herself towards Niso at breakneck speeds. The moment she was near him the girl reared her open claw again, aiming to swipe directly at his face.
Perhaps the fighting style she would now adopt wasn't exactly hero-like... but with an enemy such as this one she doubted anybody would ever try to complain.
Survival of the fittest... and she'd make damn sure she was the fucking fittest.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jan 23, 2021 12:07:59 GMT -4
Giggling to himself as he was about to round a corner at the back of the stage and dip into the back rooms of the club in search of his escape route. It shouldn't be too hard. The fire exits tended to be a lot more clearly marked when they weren't mixed with the neon lights of a nightclub mid DJ routine. He felt his feet catch under him, ready to take a sharp turn, when any sense of where his body was and how it was moving was replaced by a sheer heat in his left arm. Perahps more accurately his shoulder.
The shift in his center of gravity and the force of the slash itself was enough to send him tumbling into a crash, pushing down into his right shoulder and glaring up at the woman who'd ended up ahead of him, growling from behind his teeth. What the fuck had she done to get her strength back so soon!? And why the fuck did his arm hurt THIS much from i-
The arm was tossed back to his feet. Disconnected from the hive mind his cells rapidly began to devour eachother and decay, the arm shrivelling and drying up like it was decaying at a rapid rate, even the bone cells managing to devour eachother to the point the arm began to flake up and fade like ash. A paleness beyond his normal malnourished state washed over Niso as he pushed himself up with his remaining hand. Who the fuck was this bitch!? He could tell from the subtelties in her stance she was still weakened, heck, the damage to his arm was more the doing of the sharp 'tools' that were her new claws than any act of strength. His muscle fibres already trying to reform at the shoulder and spread down into the basis of a limb, but they weren't gonna make any progress by the time he needed it.
"Har har..." He chided, a frustration burrowing into the center of his forehead. Who the fuck was she!? Caldera... Caldera... fuck he felt like he knew that name. He focused his cells on stemming the bleeding rather than their instinct to reform, the name starting to click in his head, flickers of memory in the instant before Jasmine leapt at him again, scraps of news anchors spouting the word.
'-Sadly our reporters couldn't grab Caldera for comment as she-'
'I would have been dead if Caldera hadn't been there-'
'Could this young heroine be our next number one? Let's-'
Niso's eyes flickered up as Jasmine leapt at him... a key line ringing out in his mind as his memory finally dug it out.
'Sidekick to the Pro Hero RedHorn, Caldera-'
The confidence. The snide snickering, the cheekiness. The need to humiliate her. All of it washed out from his face, a single instance of sheer dread realizing that not only was this a full on pro in the making... but one who was learning from one of the few pro heroes he actually dreaded meeting. If ripping his arm off didn't already put the fear of god in him, knowing she was learning from that crazed bitch certainly did!
"Shit-!" He backed up a half step, rapidly generating excess flesh that oozed from his face, catching Jasmine's claws before snapping from his face entirely. He hoped to try and gunk up whatever she was doing to make those claws but she'd easily rend through the simple flesh. Nearly falling over his own feet as he staggered backwards, he barely managed to catch himself before turning on his heel to run, darting on all three remaining limbs like a wild animal. The stumb shoulder sprouted just enough muscle fibre to control at a rapid pace, sprouting out like a tendril and grabbing a loose beer bottle from a table, slinging it to one of the micro-windows that lined the edge of the room. The kind designed just to meet some building regulation for sunlight and nothing else. No normal person would be able to fit through it even as the glass shattered, but Niso was hardly a normal person was he.
"Stay away from me you fucking psycho!" He yelled back, no sense of irony in the statement, kicking off the bar and going for the shattered window, edges of glass cutting at his face, his bones cracking and popping out of place as he squirmed through the impossibly tiny space and out of the building. He needed a second to re-arrange himself on the otherside, wounds closing up and killing off those unneeded muscle fibres he'd tried to use like a makeshift 4th limb. Fresh muscle tissue exposed to the air being...excessively painful to maintain.
"O-okay... y-you got a second.. s-she'll rush for the exit just... gotta dissapear before then...!" The moment his legs were back in place, he'd glance down the alleyway to the street, knowing the clubs entrance was that way and rapidly began to run the opposite direction, his shoulder still popping into place again.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 3, 2021 1:16:12 GMT -4
look at me, i'm a reflection of what you wanna be
Queen on the throne, none of you pawns can humble me
If Jasmine could feel any more horrified at the sight before her than she already was she clearly hid it well. The moment Niso came to grips with exactly what her attack had done to him his severed limb begun to fizzle, skin twisting and turning, disintegrating into nothing more than ash. If Jasmine hadn't been planning her next few steps in her head she might've even made a few commens in an attempt to show how disgusted she was... then again she doubted her words would do her feelings justice.
Just... what exactly was this guy? Even as Jasmine charged at him he begun to generate what looked like excess skin all over her face. Claws rended flesh, tearing through it like it'd been nothing more than paper yet Niso started to backpedal. A modicum of curiosity spread into her thoughts, wondering exactly what it had been to suddenly set this villain off to the point that he'd call Jasmine a psycho, of all things.
She certainly thought it was quite ironic.
Whatever horror Jasmine felt just moments before felt like nothing compared to what she saw next. She snarled as she bit down the urge to gag, realization that an escape attempt was being carried out quickly becoming obvious. Clicking her tongue, Jasmine turned onto her heel and bolted across the whole club as fast as she could. There was no way she'd be able to fit through that same window and with how weakened she was it was unlikely she could bust through the wall itself.
Speed was the only option, and as Jasmine bolted along a series of corridors alit with red her senses started to sharpen in response to her call. Slowly but surely her power was returning. While she was still unable to use anything resembling her normal strength she knew her body was fighting whatever toxin Niso injected her with. Her eyes narrowed and sharpened, sparks beginning to crackle around her now glowing azure irises as she activated Phase Rush.
She leaped through the back door of the club, meeting Niso face to face right in that same alleyway, cutting his escape route short.
"Hey, mind answering a question?" Jasmine spoke, her voice cold and damn near emotionless as Phase Rush forced her senses into overdrive. "Was it fun? Killing that person. Did you enjoy it? Did it make you feel powerful? Like you were in control?"
While Jasmine's expression seemed devoid of any feeling altogether, her eyes radiated sheer power. "I bet he was scared shitless. When the threat of death becomes real things tend to get scary, don't they?" the girl continued with a very pointed question as she spread her legs and raised her fists into a combat stance. Both fists raised above her head. Left foot forward, leg slightly bent at the knee.
"Aaah, this actually reminds me of someone. The Painter. You two have worked together, haven't you?" Jasmine had no idea of knowing whether what she was planning next was going to work; for all she knew the reports she'd read about Konto and the Painter working together might've been exaggerated... but honestly? She couldn't help herself.
At this point it was less about trying to razzle him and more about getting her point across.
"When she realized she was going to die she started running away from me the same way you are now. It was actually kind of pathetic." Jasmine's stance strengthened, yet she seemd as casual as ever. "Hey, hey. C'mon. Tell me. Do all of you lowlifes piss your pants and start hightailing it when your victims fight back? Or are you two just a special breed of pussy?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Feb 3, 2021 11:16:43 GMT -4
Niso’s eyes rapidly started darting along the walls of the alleyway. They were made of rough brick so if he made the right adjustments to the tissue on his palms… palm, singular now, he could probably make a good effort to get to the rooftops, or at least the fire escapes he was seeing a little further up for an easier climb. Of course his options for escape came to a ruinous halt as he spotted a door ahead of him slamming open, screeching to a halt so harshly it scraped a layer of rubber off the base of his shoes, nearly collapsing back onto his ass, breaths quick. The bad thing about being in conscious touch with all of your cells is when you finally let yourself feel something like fear, you REALLY felt it, burning through literally every cell.
“I-I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it…eheheheh~” Partly true, even if slightly coated in sugar by the fact he didn’t wanna give this RedHorn protégé reason to unleash that fabled wrath on him, bumping into one of the side walls for support as he backed away slowly even as they seemed to get into a battle stance, slow breaths trying to calm themselves and think of a way out of this. Muscle fibires were stretching out from their stump shoulder, trying to start the healing process, but they felt like they were on fire as fresh air brushed against the sensitive nerve endings.
As far as his enjoyment went… he liked bringing people to the level he perceived them as. He liked proving to people he was BETTER. That he would OUTLAST them. And… as Jaz said, bringing them the one true fear. The fear of death. Everything else could be recovered from or endured… but death was the only fear someone like him tended to have left, so even the slim chance of it… he imagined he feared it more than anyone. Someone like that goon could pray for death to end the pain. Niso could never see himself reaching for that.
He was about to make a break for it, the slim hope he could outrun her or slip into a slim sewer pipe maybe… but then a name caught his attention. The stage name of his beloved. The fibres trying to heal at his shoulder stump froze up with the rest of him, his eyes growing wide as he realized his Painter had not only dealt with this one before… but likely been hurt by her.
The consideration was brief. Instinctive.
“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER!”
A reaction he may regret? Perhaps, but he flowed with it regardless. His Painter had been in hospital treatment for months and in a coma for almost just as long. To have someone insult her like that when he was already on edge was a line too far. He’d been holding back the regrowth of his right arm thinking it would do him more harm than good, but bursting forward so did it’s growth. Bone formed incorrectly like shards of hard crusty growth layering over the muscle, still lithe and slim, not powerful or intimidating but the growth of it was gross in it’s own right.
Fine. He couldn’t escape. He’d go through her. He’d OUTLAST her! He always did! With little care for another potential missed limb, he shot out his half-formed arm, the muscle fibres stretching with a thick chunk of bone casing over the apparent knuckles of the mis-grown limb. If Jaz moved, took it, whatever, he’d follow up, grabbing whatever he could be it her or a nearby surface, dragging himself in after his arm, both feet in the air trying to throw his whole weight into her in a desperate strike.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 21, 2021 8:17:04 GMT -4
He disgusted her. Jasmine held absolutely zero love for villains. Even beyond her work as an up and coming hero the girl had extra reason to dislike their species. With Niso it was doubly so. From his shit eating grin down to the smug way he talked... everything about him rubbed her the wrong way, especially when the way he operated was made so blatantly obvious. While Jasmine worked hard to become stronger, Niso was the opposite. He worked to bring others down instead of making himself stronger, flaunting their weaknesses and laughing in their faces all the while. He was the universal antithesis to everything Jasmine stood for and she felt absolutely repulsed by it. But this time... When Niso took the bait, Jasmine swore she'd make him taste some of his own medicine and make his life a living hell. Just like she did with the Painter.
"Why not?" Jasmine countered, a chilling yet calm wrath reverberating along her vocal chords. Cold, electrifying azures exposed sharp levels of focus as Niso approached, narrowing dangerously, "A bit hypocritical of you to demand that, isn't it?" Enraged, Niso charged forward in all of his horrifying fury, charging at Jasmine with a full frontal assault. She wasn't sure if he realized it himself but her quip had caught him off guard, thrown him completely off balance. Whatever plans he had of escaping had clearly left his mind completely, opening him up to an attack far too sloppy to be effective against a seasoned fighter like Jasmine. A seasoned fighter whose senses were sharpened exponentially courtesy of Phase Rush.
Jasmine's perception of time had slowed, her view of the world winding down so heavily she felt like she could accurately count down to even the tenths of a second. As Niso's deformed arm jutted out towards her the third year student acted with the most minute amount of movement. A simple shift in her weight and her right foot sliding back a step was enough for her to turn her shoulder to the side far enough to avoid the blow completely. Her knees bent within that same fluid motion as she put all of her weight on her right foot, eyes darkening as she cocked her fist back upon Niso's approach.
Within but a fraction of a second Jasmine's eyes exploded into a colorful crimson fury as Phase Rush was released to exponentially empower Jasmine's next strike. Slithering under Niso's outstretched arm she launched her fist directly into the male's abdomen with all of her strength, twisting the trajectory of the attack downwards as she did so. The girl roared as he slammed Niso's entire lightweight body into the ground, all while releasing a large Mk3 explosion from her knuckles that swallowed the entire alley inside a furious blazing hellfire, shockwaves ripping through and shattering whatever windows were close enough as they shook the ground around them.
Once the dust settled Jasmine would peer down at Niso from above him with her furious red orbs. "Both you and the Painter seem to get off on making people feel helpless... yet here you are, demanding I stop talking about her, all while being completely helpless to stop me." Her power had returned completely, whatever damage Niso had inflicted on her before having disappeared... which gave Jasmine the opportunity to use one of her own weakening abilities on the guy with her last strike. "Tell me, how does it feel? For you, specifically. I'm curious."
As Jasmine stood over him, glaring down at him with crimson hatred, she raised her hand, pointing her palm down at him. Sparks crackled along the appendage as she charged up her next explosion. A similar thing happened the last time she faced the Painter... her PTSD had taken over, turning her into a monster with the only thought in her mind being annihilation. This time, however, it was controlled. She was in the driver's seat and her anger and hate were the fuel to the vehicle of her wrath.
She wasn't supposed to do this. Not as a hero in training, anyway.
But he had done too much to hurt them.
Nobody was going to miss him.
And with who this bastard was, the world would be in a better place if he ceased to exist.
"Die," one simple word... all while she released one of the strongest of her explosions point blank into his face.
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Post by Niso Konto on Mar 1, 2021 17:18:09 GMT -4
“YOU DON’T GET TO! NOT NOW!!!” He yelled out furiously, no thought behind his actions, just wanting to make her hurt. He couldn’t do that easily but he’d sure as hell try after hearing her badmouth his painter. She didn’t get to do that. NO ONE got to do that! After the hell they went through everything should be perfect! Martha gone! He himself nigh indestructible… but no. NO! The painter still hadn’t woken up and this bitch infront of him felt like she could badmouth his precious one!? NOT TODAY!!! Fuck Marine. Fuck his goals. FUCK EVERYTHING! JUST HURT THIS BI-!!
Niso felt his body fly forward, catching the ground beside her and trying to drag himself towards her, and then pain. Intense, dense pain slammed into his chest. His ribcage cracked but that wouldn’t be the end of it, slammed into the ground, the momentum of his body completely reversed, his organs rattling around inside himself, muscle fibres lashing out and constricting around them wherever it would be safe to do so just so they didn’t rattle about and grow further damaged, the back of his skull violently slamming against the ground and a gasping breath indicating the wind knocked out of him as the explosive energy seemed to fill him internally. He could hear the windows shatter, but his cells screamed out as micro-explosions seemed to wreck his insides, dampening his ability to manipulate his own form to a fair extent. He hated this. Hated it. Hated it hated it hated it HATED IT!!!
The pain wracked his brain… and oddly enough as Jasmine was having her little moment all the fried brain cells could do was produce a tune that had been stuck on and off in his head, laughing quietly, pained, a defense mechanism to cope with the fire lighting up his nerves, almost whimpering out the lyrics beneath his breath, laying flat on his back, eyes dazed.
“You’re not, gonna, push me around… I’m not… goin’… down down down..~”
Weirdly appropriate tune brain. Thanks for that.
His eyes shifted back to Jasmine, watching that new attack charge up and listening to her words, chuckling through more of the pain, the agony clear in them despite the sound he made. He took slow, long breaths, focusing the healing efforts on his arm. If he was gonna go out, he'd prefer to do so in one piece.
“You know it sucks I’ll give you that…” he chimed with another soft chuckle. Is this what normal people felt when death was so clearly inevitable? Just this odd sense of calm? It was like this waxy, numb coating wrapping up his internal panic and telling both it and his rage to shut the fuck up for a second… but the rage was powering through. He could feel it in his eyes, pushing up off his elbows in an attempt to get up to his feet even with the micro-explosions burning away in his system.
“And I’ll give you something else… I don’t often fear you hero types. Jail? Prison? I can take that so long as I live. I feared Red Horn for the longest time cause I thought she might kill me without even meaning to but… you…?” He chuckled again, this time without as much pain behind it, more genuine. “Breaking the rules to try and kill me? Rid the world of stains you don’t like? I’m almost more happy to see that than I am terrified…~”
He was expecting a heavy blunt force, maybe some fire. He shifted his organs, layered up muscle behind his ribs. Forced his skull to become denser.
And, maybe just a little…
Prayed.
Flesh being torn off your face was not a pleasant experience no matter how mentally prepared you are.
With the explosion being wider and more bombastic this time, the alleyway was coated with a thick cloud of dust from all the debris. Niso lay there still beneath it for a moment. Unconscious, perhaps even dead for a few seconds… but as his body, wracked with pain began to process everything.
That damn tune rung in his head again.
“You’re not… gonna… push me around….”
Niso’s body lurched upwards. The moment he realized he was alive every cell in his body had a single purpose. Survive. He could survive one blast like that, maybe two, but he couldn’t push his luck. While his mobility had been reduced he moved up with unnatural motions, rising as though he didn’t need to use his hands, lifted by strings as ever pivoting upwards from his heels. His face emerging from the layer of dust, was damaged down to the skull, cracks and black singe marks slowly covered up by rapidly healing flesh, one eye dead and dry, the other being pulled back into it’s socket even as he rose, and with hardly any time to react he slammed his hand against Jasmine’s face, covering her nose and mouth with it, and commanded his cells to do one thing.
Heal.
Niso’s skin cells, seeing Jasmine’s skin as something foreign, rapidly began to integrate with it. His skin cells multiplied rapidly as if healing himself, but into HER skin instead. This wasn’t like him sending his cells on a kamikaze mission to fuck her up, he was specifically trying to heal into her on the cellular level, his healing eyes growing wide and wild, a cackling skull with dangling flesh. He couldn’t win by hurting her. No no no. But he could suffocate her!
He couldn’t outrun her, he couldn’t outmanuver her. Heck if he wasted energy running around and fighting her he might not even be able to outlast her… but now he just needed to outlast how long she could hold her breath. Every ounce of his strength, every single calorie of fuel hyper focused on his healing, still a torn up, tattered mess, but no matter what she did he’d refuse to let go of her face till she passed out.
“I’M NOT! GOING! DOWN DOWN DOWN!~”
It was a catchy tune, what else can he say?
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