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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 18, 2018 16:05:43 GMT -4
"Gaaaah, why is it so loud in here?" Brandon growls as he checks his surroundings. There's no doubt about it, he's at the right place. "But, there's too many people here playing on the machines! How am I gonna find this asshole?"
Brandon never really liked going to the arcade. It's not because he kept losing at Wreckkan or BlazYellow, that totally wasn't the main reason. It's just, there's this air of uneasiness looming over here. The Vega Arcade was set near the shadier side of Tokyo, so it's not strange to find small time crooks loitering here. It's just that he never expected finding so many people here during the night. He expected like, 5 or 6 guys. Now he's gotta search among...20 people! That's 15 whole people more! Brandon groans and hangs his head. He quickly looks up with a determined face, however. He's here for an important reason.
"Don't they have anything better to do than report this..."
Earlier that day, Brandon and Kent found themselves staring with distain at the screen of their TV. The news of a UA student brutalized into a coma kept popping up into their lives. It's been a popular subject of talk show hosts trying to stir up drama for views, and their favorite talk show has recently fallen into the same pit. "How could he have done this? Like, they're both kids!" Brandon shuts the TV off and throws the remote across the table. It bounces off and lands on a pillow laying on the ground, as Kent sits there, silent. "Hey Sai, you alright?"
Kent remains serious, then he gets up and goes towards his workstation. Turning on the monitor, Brandon remains befuddled as Kent slowly types, then states:
"There's no money in this, Brandon. If we're ever caught, we don't have the safety net of a contract to keep us away from jail. But if this kid, Nick, keeps roaming around these streets...I don't know what I'll do with myself. This isn't the first time he's done anything of this caliber according to online chatrooms." He looks down and quietly whispers, "I don't believe this will be the last time either."
Brandon stares at Kent...then walks up and lays his hand on Kent's shoulder. "So where do you want me to go?" Kent gives off a small smile and stares back at the monitor. "Do you like arcades?"
Brandon quickly glances over the rows of fighting game machines. Witnesses and chat users said that they seen Nick Cross at this specifc arcade, as Kent informed him. It's a bit of an idiot move, He remarks to himself. Why keep up your social life when you're wanted by practically everyone? At least wear a disguise, dumbass.
Brandon sighs as he leans on a machine. This is gonna take a while.
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 19, 2018 14:34:26 GMT -4
Nick was restless. Nick was a lot of things, but ‘restless’ seemed to be the most prominent of them as of late. If it was not the usual nightmares keeping him awake with their twisted visions it was constant thinking about what the hell he was going to do with himself next. Where did he go? How did he spread his message to other Quirkers? Would it work? Was there even a point?
His rested his head against the arcade cabinet before him with a long, drawn-out, bitter sigh. It was not exactly comfortable to rest on so he sloped away after a few seconds.
Why do I even keep coming back to this stupid place?
With its never-ending noise and thick flood of people, he wondered more and more why he bothered with the arcade. He could not think of any possible answer, so he figured it was best to get the hell out of there.
As he made his way towards the exit he bumped shoulders with some meathead-looking guy leaning on a machine. He glanced at the other guy for a moment and loudly grunted his annoyance.
Nick was in disguise, somewhat, with a blonde wig over his natural black hair, but he had foregone wearing glasses which made his very identifiable red eyes more visible. Very few people had red eyes.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 19, 2018 14:50:59 GMT -4
Brandon was checking his phone for a better look at who he was looking for, when he was rudely bumped into. A young man stood there and loudly groaned, as if Brandon's very existence was an eyesore to even look out. "Jeez asshole, what's your problem?" Brandon snipes back at the kid. This wasn't the first time he ever picked a fight with a kid, and it sure as hell won't be the last.
The young man had blond hair. Hmm, the guy Brandon was looking for had black hair. He looks like he has the same height, but then again a lot of teenagers are around his height. Upon a closer inspection, Brandon notices something. He had really noticeable red eyes. They stand out from the crowd, and they were a shade of red that he rarely sees people having. The only other person he's seen have this shade of red is...
The picture of Nick Cross on his phone.
"You're shitting me." Brandons mouth gapes wide as he drops his phone. "A-Shit!" He yells as he quickly picks it back up as he stares at the young man. It can't really be him, right? Brandon looks at his phone again. Looking at it again, he notes more similarities of Nick to this kid. It has to be, then. This has to be the guy! Brandon smiles. Hell yeah, he found Nick!
He found the man responsible for several crimes and sending a girl into a coma.
Brandon, remembering this fact, immediately attempts to punch him without thought, only driven by pure emotion.
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 19, 2018 15:22:44 GMT -4
Nick and the universe’s increasingly strained relationship continued to grow even more impossibly strained when the muscle-bound idiot threw a punch his way. Nick only just glimpsed him moving from the corner of his eye. The guy’s fist missed by a hair’s breadth as Nick ducked under it.
Nick blinked, momentarily thrown by the audacity of this idiot. Not knowing the full extent of the situation, he could only believe the meathead assaulted him for the shoulder collision.
Jesus H Christ. Overreaction much? Some people, I swear!
(He was, of course, oblivious to the hypocrisy here, given his own loud groaning response to the collision).
Fortunately for Nick, his composure returned to him quickly. He straightened up and balled his fists. If looks could kill, the look he shot the meathead would have made the finishing moves on the nearby Immortal Combat machine look tame.
“I’m going to do you a favour here,” he spat. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just do that. I assume you want to leave here with all your limbs functioning. If not, well, I assure you, you’ll regret this more than you have regretted anything else in your little life.”
The growth on his back twitched, eager for a fight. He could barely blame it at this point: every time he left Nari’s house the entire world seemed determined to fight him.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 19, 2018 15:42:28 GMT -4
The kid puts up a tough talk. But unlike that costumed loser who he fought last week, he actually seems like he can put up a good fight. Brandon grits his teeth. The fact he can dodge a punch peaked his interest.
"Regret? Boy, you have no idea just how many things I regret in my life. But beating up criminals like you?" Brandon assumes his boxing position as he raises his fists. "Come on, stop joking around. This is my life, this is the place where I belong. If I start regretting this, then I can't keep going on. So, pal." Brandon grits his teeth. "DO YOUR BEST!"
The arcade crowd shift their eyes towards the duo, then quickly resume playing. They aren't worried, usually people who pick a fight take it outside, and it'll be the same for these two. That one dude keeps yelling, so it'll be good if he left the building to stop breaking their concentration.
Brandon stares at Nick, awaiting his response. One way or another, he'll make sure Nick gets his comeuppance. He'll make sure he'll pay for sending that girl into a coma. Brandon's vents shiver in anticipation for their activation. "What's the matter? I thought you said you're gonna make me regret it! HUH?!"
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 19, 2018 16:27:18 GMT -4
‘Exasperated’ only just began to cover how Nick felt as this meathead, whoever the hell he was, struck a goddamn fighting pose. Evidently by the inane bullshit he spewed he thought himself a do-gooder. As if Nick had not had enough trouble with do-gooders and vigilantes as of late.
He’s even making stupid speeches just like that slime whore.
The scene the idiot was making was of course drawing the attention of the arcade’s other patrons. Nick had already experienced being mobbed by hundreds of arcade patrons and security that time he tore Susamu’s eye out, and it was not something he was eager to go through again.
To that end, Nick sighed once more rolled his eyes. “Very well, if that’s the way you want it. But I think it’s only polite to take it outside, no? They’ve got one of the last functioning original Predator Instinct machines in here and I think they’d be rather upset if you broke it. Just a bit.” He turned around and walked towards the exit of the arcade, snapping his fingers in a highly condescending manner as he went. “Come on; chop chop! I don’t have all night. If you can at least tell me your name so I know who’s arse I’m kicking that would also be nice.”
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 19, 2018 17:34:10 GMT -4
Nick was leading Brandon around as if he were a dog. Brandon scoffs and puts down his hands and carefully follows him outside the arcade. Brandon was kinda glad they were duking it outside, otherwise the noise from the several machines would have distracted him. He puts up his hood, getting ready to fight.
Brandon looks over at Nick. He seems confident. Too confident. Almost like he's trying to play up this air of superiority. But at the same time, he did ask him to fight him one on one. So at the very least, he has enough confidence in his skills. It's also safe to assume that he has a quirk, after all he did place a UA student into a coma so he must have at least some sort of power behind that bravado.
The alley around them hid them from any curious witnesses. Brandon narrows his eyes as he resumes his boxing stance. "There's no running away from this, you chose to fight me. I hate to admit it, but you got guts, so i appreciate that." Brandon's fist tightens up. "But that doesn't excuse all of your actions!" He yells out as he runs up to Nick. This time he was determined to ruin that stupid face of his and wipe that smirk off it. He readies his fist as he attempts to punch Nick.
The fight has begun.
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 19, 2018 17:59:06 GMT -4
Nick had honestly expected the meathead to charge him the moment his back was turned. He certainly seemed the type. Yet, surprisingly, the meathead chose to follow him all the way to a nearby alley.
Here they faced each other. Nick tilted his head back at the meathead’s remark about him having guts. “Oh, I am simply so thrilled to have earned your appreciation!” The sarcasm in his words was practically dripping from them.
Predictably enough, the meathead chose to rush right at him, spouting off some nonsense about his 'actions' in the process. Nick could not help but loudly scoff at this as the image of Rin ever so briefly flashed through his mind. “Please. You have no idea of all the things I’ve done.”
The growth on his back once more spat out the inky black fluid within. This rapidly consumed his body and hardened into the shape of his demonic, insectoid armour. He pushed off the ground and sprang several feet into the air to dodge the charge, snidely laughing all the while. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than that!”
The second his feet touched the ground again he immediately launched into a vicious flying kick with all the speed his enhanced body afforded him. “You still didn’t tell me your name, by the way. That’s rather rude!”
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 19, 2018 18:37:45 GMT -4
He-he can do that!?
Brandon is immediately floored to the ground, his chest hurting hard. Nick has now covered himself with a sort of red and black organic looking armor. And he's fast. Really, really fast.
Brandon struggles to get up. He felt worst, he reassured himself. He readies himself for another blow, but this time he'll be ready. He readies Rising Hazard. Beneath his jacket arose vent like scales, with his face becoming more draconic. It's go time.
"Ha...that was a good kick. You really do know how to fight." Brandon growls as he readies his throat. He'll scream release a large amount of steam, then he'll use it as a cover as he swoops in and punch him. Reasonably he could use this to run away, but that's not the Brandon way. "Is that all you got?!"
Brandon lets out a piercing yell as a huge amount of steam covers the part of the alleyway they're standing i. "You're about to feel the overflowing power of Drag-on!" He screams as he runs towards the steam shroud to get another shot in. Hopefully he'll be able to catch Nick off guard; speed can only serve you well if you can see where you're going. If he uses his quirk to jump out of the steam, he'll use that period of time to ready his next punch. It's too late to rethink this plan, so might as well go full-hog.
Towards the back of Brandon's mind remained a lingering thought: You're in over your head, Drake.
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 19, 2018 19:40:30 GMT -4
A wide grin of satisfaction rapidly spread over Nick’s face when his foot connected. That would certainly show this mouthy idiot that he was in way over his head and then some. His grin wavered however when the idiot dared to get back onto his feet, even if he struggled a bit doing so.
Nick raised his eyebrows as scales appeared over the idiot’s face and it gained a noticeably dragon-like appearance. He had expected him to have a Quirk, but the fact it referenced his favourite mythical creatures of all time was insulting to him. How dare this useless ingrate thug bring disgrace to dragons like this!
He was thrown when the idiot let out a piercing shriek and suddenly exploded steam all over the place. He grit his teeth: damn it, he could not see the idiot anymore. He tried to zone in on the sound of the idiot’s voice, but what he said exactly gave Nick pause; “Wait, your alias is ‘Drag-On’? Are you serious? That’s -”
He had been about to say ‘utterly stupid’, but was cut off by a sudden fist that came flying out of the haze and collided with the side of his head. His armour absorbed the worst of the impact, but it was enough to make him stagger back, only just managing to steady himself as the area the punch had landed throbbed with pain.
He let out a furious growl that sounded inhuman. How could he be weak enough to allow this nobody to strike him? Filled with indignant rage and bruised pride, Nick threw himself towards Drag-On and unleashed a wicked flurry of rapid-fire punches using every ounce of his boosted strength and speed. Punch after punch flew towards Drag-On’s face.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 19, 2018 20:50:08 GMT -4
Brandon's draconic face became pelted with fist after fist after first. Even with Rising Hazard active, Brandon's face isn't as covered as the rest of his body. As such, he fell on his back, badly bruised. Nick appeared to be almost enjoying this.
The good news of his plan is that he got a hit in. The bad news is that he got a hit in, making Nick even more angrier. An enraged fighter is a danger to both himself and the opponent, and unfortunately Brandon was the only opponent this match.
Brandon struggles to lift his head, to see how Nick is reacting to this. The steam is dissipating, showing an infuriated Nick preparing another attack. What's it gonna be this time? Another kick to the chest? A stab at the stomach? Brandon frowns a bit. His scales are strong, but he's not sure if they're strong enough to handle this guy. Maybe his brain was right this time.
It doesn't matter, a bruised Brandon scoffs to himself as he slowly rises to his feet. This guy wants a fight, and he'll get it. Even if he won't win, he'll make sure that this psychopath learns. What it means to threaten a life.
"Co-come on...*cough*...Best ya can d-do?" Brandon musters enough energy to speak after the repeated blows to his face. He knows he won't be able to get a real hit in now, so might as well focus on defense. Brandon lowers his head and covers his upper area with his arms. A good defense is a good offense, that's what his old coach said.
"I'm wa-waiting, dumbass..."
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 23, 2018 12:25:27 GMT -4
Nick momentarily halted his barrage as Drag-On fell onto his back. Believing the draconic slugger to have been defeated, he folded his arms, threw his head back and let out the world’s smuggest, most mocking laugh.
“Was that really it?” he cried. “My God, that has to be a new record for the fastest I’ve ever dealt with an idiot. You seemed so confident and self-righteous I thought you might actually have some bite to back up your bark, but apparently not!”
No sooner had he finished his gloating, however, Drag-On dared to try and get up again. It was a sorry sight to Nick’s eyes, the vigilante wobbling so much and barely able to stand. He tilted his head. “Tch. Persistent, aren’t you? I’m not sure whether to be impressed or to pity you. Most likely the latter. Can’t you tell you’re already beaten?”
He charged at Drag-On again. He saw the vigilante raise his arms to protect his upper body, so clearly the best tactic was to go lower. He flung an arm towards Drag-On’s legs and as he did so a pulsating black tendril burst out of his palm with the intention of sweeping the vigilante’s legs from under him.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 23, 2018 13:13:30 GMT -4
Brandon winces as Nick lowers his arm and strikes at his lower half. By focusing on protecting his upper half, it made Nick focus on his legs. In a way that's what Brandon wanted; All he wanted was to keep his head from receiving massive damage. Nick flung his arm as some sort of weird tendril thing comes out of his hand, striking at Brandon's legs. The scales took most of the damage, but the tendril still managed to knock Brandon off his feet. His body slams onto the ground, with him trying to get up, when he notices something.
"Da-damn it...time's running ou-out..." He croaks out as he notices his scales are slowly retracting. Rising Hazard has reach its peak, his only real defense against Nick disappearing as he speaks. Brandon growls as he tries to get up again, the impact of the tendril still stinging his legs. Steam slowly leaks out as Brandon's fist tightens, his eyes narrow towards Nick. This brat won't get away with this, not now. "NOT NOW DAMN IT!" Brandon murders his throat even further as he screams towards Nick, ready to attack him one more time. One more defiant punch, to prove to him that this sort of injustice can't be excused. To show him that-
Brandon falls and tumbles, landing on his back. His legs seem to have given out. He lies there on his back, groaning and trying to get back up. His scales are about to run out.
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Post by Nick Cross on Dec 23, 2018 13:33:19 GMT -4
Nick grinned when he felt his tendril strike its target. He laughed yet again as his target fell once more to the ground. His laughter was abruptly cut short, however, as he saw the steam pouring out of Drag-On’s fist. Drag-On got back up, the persistent son of a bitch, and charged at him.
In his weakened state it was not difficult for Nick to leap to the side to avoid him. His lips curled with contempt as he watched Drag-On collapse. “How very pathetic.”
A sudden pain spiked through him from the growth on his back and he stumbled on the spot. His armour returned to its liquified state and receded into the growth. Nick glowered for a moment at his own body, his muscles now throbbing with an exhausted ache.
Doing his best to ignore the pain, he walked closer to the fallen vigilante and looked down at him as though he were something foul he did not want to step in. “I mean, you really thought you had a chance against me? You don’t know a single thing about me or what I’m capable of. Well, perhaps now you do. Idiot.”
He attempted to spit upon Drag-On. Whether he managed this or not, he turned and began to walk away without so much as a backwards glance. “You’re not even worth finishing off. You should warn the other heroic wannabes out there what happens when you mess with me.”
With these words he attempted to make his exit from the alleyway, all the while trying not to stagger too much. What a mess. He was rapidly growing tireder than he had ever been of vigilantes picking fights with him. How many more were there going to be? Well, he hoped this would send a message to them.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 23, 2018 13:56:16 GMT -4
A battered down Brandon lies on the ground, as Nick struggles to walk. Brandon didn't have enough focus to think about it, it didn't matter in the end. He could barely move at all, with his body temperature at an all time high this month. He really used up a lot of energy, didn't he.
The spit from the villains mouth landed next to Brandon's body. Looks like you missed, Brandon attempts a weak smile. Sometimes one has to take small victories from events as these. Brandon attempts to look at Nick. He looks in vain as Nick hobbles away, out of the alley. In an instance, he was out of Brandon's sight. He got away. Brandon struggles to keep his eyes open, but it was in vain. Damn...looks like Kent's going to never let me live this one down huh...Brandon's eye grow weary as they slowly close, as Brandon falls into unconsciousness.
A couple of people pass by outside the alley.People from the arcade didn't bother as well, these kinds of brawls tend to happen often. No one wanted to see an unconscious body. However, an unexpected visitor came in the alley. A man wearing a brown coat enters the alley. He looks down at the sleeping Brandon. He shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle as he struggles to pick up Brandon off the ground. Around 5 minutes later, the alley was empty. It became silent.
"...ing. And that's all for the Weather. I'll pass it back to you, Inoue."
Sound has returned to the world. Brandon's eyes slowly open. He appears to be laying on a bed, with several bandages wrapped around his body. He weakly looks around only to see Kent standing, giving off a sympathetic smile.
"In hindsight, I suppose we were over our heads. Sorry, Brandon." Kent apologizes, trying to hide his own disgust at himself for sending Brandon towards a powerful foe.
"...Did...who brou-"
"He did. He brought you here and then left again."
"Oh..." Brandon weakly replies as he looks down on his body, and lets out a sigh "...That guy was tough. Honestly...it makes me a bit scared." Brandon lets off a small smirk. "Scared of what I'm going to do to him the next time we meet."
Kent lets out a sigh as he puts down a cup ramen on the bedside. There's no use trying to dissuade this knucklehead, isn't there.
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