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Post by Bashira Doji on Jan 7, 2019 1:23:59 GMT -4
As the vigilante going by the name of Tenpin, Bashira put in a lot of time chasing down criminals, coming away with various degrees of success. A concept still relatively foreign to her, however, was that of scoping out a potential crime scene or den of villainy to get the drop on her targets. After a recent string of failures, in which her targets had walked, rolled, and even flown away from her slapdash pursuit attempts, the idea of having some intelligence before taking down the bad guys had started to seem like a good idea.
Unfortunately, Bashira was no detective; she had no idea how to track down those with criminal intent. The vigilante possessed a dangerous combination of dull-wittedness and persistence, however, which made her dogged in her pursuit of some sort of criminal hideout to begin scoping out. With that in mind, a jumping pink nightclub soon caught her eye. Picturing what other vigilantes and heroes probably did to successfully take scumbags down, Bashira began to keep eyes on the place, take with a half-empty marker on a dusty dry erase board held under one arm, and generally grumble to herself with a smug smirk, satisfied that her work was coming to something.
After the first day, she had assembled the following notes: first, observations of shady looking figures she had seen coming and going. Here, a small scribbled notes: "why so many hero students?" Second, a list of spotted figures who may be the club's owner, a piece of info which would have been a lot easier to collect had she actually entered the club by now. Finally, and most importantly, a single word circled at the center of the board: "SKELETONS". Next to it was a series of tally marks, counting every skeleton-dressed employee she had seen so far. By this point, it would not be surprising if they had started keeping their own tally of the number of times she had been spotted watching them.
In the darkness of a nearby alley, Bashira swapped out her grungy t-shirt and jeans for her also slightly funky vigilante outfit, consisting of a white tube dress, gloves, boots and black leggings. As she pulled her hair up into a large topknot, wrapping the red band around repeatedly, she repeated the damning evidence back to herself. "No place full'a skeletons can be a good place. That's right... There's back-room crap going on and I'm gonna toss a ball through all of it," she recalled, in an effort to psyche herself up.
Of course, before Bashira could get her hands on that back-room crap she had mentioned to herself, she was going to have to take care of the frontal crap; namely, walking into the club. The idea of climbing up a few stories and infiltrating there didn't occur to her; instead, she figured she would infiltrate by dressing up in her full garb and blending in with the hero kids who came into the place. In costume, she figured she'd blend in.
On this, and likely on other points, she was incorrect. Three things separated Bashira from the others who came to party. The first was her mutation, as even the average quirker tended not to stand out as much as Bashira, who approached dragging tremendous knuckles across the ground. Second, she came alone and with a huge frown spread across her jaw. Third, and most damningly: she stank. From a distance, her hair looked a little greasy, but up close it was much more apparent she was definitely not dolled up for a night on the town.
She approached in the single file entrance line, while grimacing at anyone who dared to try to line-cut her... not that it'd be easy to discretely get around the barricade of her arms anyway, while they were at her sides. Finally, she made it far enough in to stare at those skull-faced bouncers face-to-face. "Lemme in," she barked with a dull, passive frown, figuring that'd be enough to get by.
Her eyes widened as she spotted a notice board further down the street. Suddenly, she remembered that the pro hero, Sentinel, had put out a notice for her arrest by hero-kind. Hers wasn't the kind of face they would be likely to miss. She raised one hand as if scratching her head, but actually turned her head and used the hand to shield her face from view, as she waited to see if the bouncers would throw her out or the heroes would try to arrest her first.
One might get the impression watching her that she was somehow embarrassed or shy to enter, if they felt like being accommodating to her besides her mutation and financial class. One might also want to move her along and stop her from holding the line up.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jan 7, 2019 15:28:19 GMT -4
The Pink Jackal was a very distinct place. Even if you knew little about it, just a few tips here and there were enough to tell you all about it. Dozens of part-time workers. None ever revealing the deal they made with the owner. A good share of them kids, working the snack bar, but never alcohol. Large men to protect the doors like loyal bouncers that they were, but none of them ever really put their hands on anyone. In fact, for a successful business, it seemed to work almost too cleanly. There wasn't a single hiccup visible. "Everything fine out here, boys?" Kasey would say, stepping in from the open doorway, behind the red stanchions. Like any other time, her outfit was dawned. Her face covered in the protective membrane of bone. Her hair was black, and loosely tied up. The membrane over her face was carved and colored, as if by paint or other means. The woman herself wore a suit of sorts, lacking only the overcoat. A white dress shirt with blue pinstripes. Her vest was a flat black and her slacks matched. Her hands were covered and gloved in black, only to show a bit of uneven wear on her finger tips. She looked up, noticing the smell of a certain individual. She would look over at the source, or what seemed to be, and found the oddly colored girl that hid her own face. It wasn't that she didn't pay attention to notice boards enough to recognize, it was simply that she didn't care. "I sure hope next time you come in, you shower." She would say, before turning back to re-enter the club. If the guest paid their fee, they could enter. It was as simple as that. Bright neon lights, and loud electro-swing playing over the speakers. It was a party inside, just like any day and night. The club, was never closed. ~ Word Count: 322 ~ |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Jan 14, 2019 22:31:17 GMT -4
"Aw snap. If these guys are shady skeletons, she's a super skeleton. Kingpin, for sure!" Bashira celebrated silently, doing a mental fist pump as a higher tier denizen of the dead emerged from the Pink Jackal. She watched the lady approaching through a crack between two of her giant fingers, then slowly turned her head and lowered her hand, as she failed to hear any outbursts of anyone pointing out a wanted vigilante was entering the establishment. She opened her mouth, showing the triangle fangs of her teeth as she began to call out the skull-faced lady, but the other woman got the first words in.
Bashira knew she stank, but that didn't mean she wanted to be called out on it, especially not while she was trying (and failing) to blend in with the other heroes in the club. Growing from red to a bit pink, she reached over-sized hand into the air and shook her fist. "Oh yeah? Well, yer probably scarin' everyone off, with that face of yours!" the vigilante complained, then looked around at the other patrons, as if daring them to point out the hypocrisy of a red demonic figure warning someone else they were scaring people.
The well-dressed skeleton honcho was getting away, but more importantly, Bashira had already hit a snag in her plan: the cover fee. It wasn't exorbitant and Bashira had bowling money, but unfortunately, here, the expression was quite literal: she had just enough money for a game of bowling on her at most times. "Craaaap... There goes my afternoon," she grumbled, handing over nearly all the contents of her pocket in bills. Hopefully, she could blend in enough to complete her mission once she was inside, without having to pay for things like drinks, bar snacks, or... anything.
Bashira had diagnosed two weaknesses in her long-term reconnaissance plan: first off, that she'd need money any time she wanted to enter. Second, and perhaps worse, she'd need a shower whenever she entered, making repeat entries a thoroughly unappealing prospect for her. "I gotta kick this plan into fast-motion," she grumbled internally, locking her beady yellow eyes on the lady as she walked away. "If that skeleton goes back underground, I'll have a hard time diggin' her back up again!" With these thoughts burning in her thick skull, the ogress pursued the one who'd caught her just outside the club.
"You! You said you don't appreciate me comin' in here when I'm... uh... when I'm not wearin' perfume, huh?!" the vigilante called out, raising one hand in the air. The hand was so massive, it'd be very hard to miss, even above the crowd. The party-goer to her right, catching a whiff of Bashira's pits, seemed to concur with the sentiment, retreating elsewhere. "Well, tell me what this place is, huh? What's so fancy about here ya gotta smell fancy to see it?" she griped, shouldering her way through the crowd persistently. One might try to picture Bashira, dolled up with perfume, a decent dress, and a more flattering hairstyle... and one might fail, given her current state of wash and dress.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Feb 1, 2019 15:06:52 GMT -4
Scaring people off? Oh no, Kasey simply provided the most comfortable experience that 300 Yen could get. That's all it took to get through her doors. It was change compared to the 2000 Yen and above entrance fees. Kasey was smart in her marketing. But it wasn't like she needed the money. She wasn't there for high profit. She was there for her business. She only needed enough to break even, keep running, and to pay for her employees. She had other deals for her profit. The bouncer would take what was needed and hand the rest back to the woman. It wasn't excessive, but change was change. Afterwards, he would open the stanchion to allow her to pass. Kasey, perhaps to most, appeared more like the mod boss than the mob boss appeared. Thundershock carried himself without a care in the world. Sato simply did as he pleased. Kasey on the other hand was matriculate. Everything calculated, and refined down to even the smallest grain of dust. No issues surfaced with her, which was much different than could be said with the other villain masterminds. She was perfect. Almost too perfect. But she has her alibi. She had several. The other men, didn't need to. There was never a mess that they had to clean up. But Lady Macabre? She was trained to clean up messes. "Well, are you going to pay the clean up crew if that man pukes?" Kasey would speak, turning her head to talk to the female, without really turning around. "I have the right to refuse service. If you make others uncomfortable, you're costing me money. That's how a club works anyways. People pay to be here, not pay to smell, whatever you have going on." Kasey spoke in a matter-of-factness. Not to be rude, it simply just was what it was. If people left dude to the smell, then she would have to ban a third person. Who were the first two? It's better not to ask. ~ Word Count: 353 ~ [Kasey & Setsuna] || TrackerQuirks/Abilities:
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Post by Bashira Doji on Feb 13, 2019 1:33:07 GMT -4
The good news for Bashira was that she had managed to keep a hold of most of what meager purse she had, which would be useful if she needed to tip a bathroom attendant or perhaps buy a soda from a vending machine. The bad news was that her stank was still potent enough to potentially warrant being kicked off the premises, which would be a truly inglorious way to end her stake out. It was such a stopping point, in fact, that she might be on the verge of being kicked out in mere minutes.
Bashira ought to worry about that outcome, but instead, she was reeling in offense at being called out for her body odor. "I took a shower just this morning, alright, Boneface? Nobody's gonna vomit!" she griped back, now lowering her hands and crossing them beneath her armpits self-consciously. One bath had not been nearly enough to make up for the amount of regular neglect she put into her upkeep.
She was determined to get some intel out of this, one way or another, so she followed up on her limited intuition and continued shaking through the crowd, keep her forearms pressed to her chest like a massive pair of kegs, to avoid smashing anyone's feet with her hands. "That cover fee was cheap enough for me, and I'm... uh... cheap," she informed the hostess, glowering with eyes glowing from beneath her heavy red brow. "What do ya do to take in money around here, huuuh? I take it not everything in here is the cost of some fraction of a bowling game, is it? How do you rake in the scratch?" She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together while clenching her jagged teeth, evidently to indicate what she meant by 'scratch'.. both her giant fingers and her teeth made a kind of gravelly noise as they ground together.
She didn't expect to hear about the illicit criminal activities just yet, but she at least needed to learn the cover story. That she had observed for so long without learning at least that much was a sore spot on her pride that she couldn't leave without tending to.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Feb 21, 2019 17:00:07 GMT -4
"You should just kill her." The voice of the child spoke, but remained in the back of her mind. "She's here for something. We might as well find out. A persistent one." Setsuna spoke, drowning out the noise that was Rena. "Dead woman no ask questions. We take care of her." Another voice chimed in, but could only be heard by one. The ghost of Kasey's past, the former, and the first Setsuna. Kasey made her way through the club to go back to her small check of things. but with the smell following her, going to check on the cooks seemed like a poor choice. Stopping amidst the crowd, she turned to face the strange female, only to bring her own question forth. "Are you here to enjoy yourself, or pester me with questions?" Kasey would demand of her, only to add more to her words. "I could simply have you arrested, it's not like there's not a handful of heroes ready to take people away. Besides, I have already been interviewed, I suggest you wait for your answers in the paper." With a smile and a light bow, she turned her back on the woman to continue her path. Surely she would be lost within the people. And if a complaint arose, she knew who to kick out. "C'mon Kasey, why don't you just kill her?"
"Who is gonna miss woman, Setsuna? No one miss woman." the voices rang, and both Kasey and Setsuna were being haunted by themselves. ~ Word Count: 270 ~ [Kasey & Setsuna] || TrackerQuirks/Abilities:
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Post by Bashira Doji on Feb 27, 2019 21:22:01 GMT -4
Unaware of the myriad voices guiding, or attempting to guide, Kasey's actions, Bashira stared dully. "She's probably thinkin' about how to throw me off the trail," the vigilante thought to herself, then scratched one giant finger up and down the line of her jaw. "Nah, that's dumb. She runs a business like this, she must get people like me in all the time. I gotta find what the others miss," she reminded herself, realizing that Kasey's thoughtful pause could be nothing more than a coincidence, or perhaps a reaction to Bashira's own unusual presence.
Her eyes narrowed when the subject of arrest came up, not directly answering her question and instead raising many new ones. "Crap! She already knows I'm a vigilante," Bashira realized; she'd perhaps been trying to forget how deep the hook had been sunk in when Christopher made the posters and distributed them all over. Kasey's words, further, made it sound like she was aware the line of questioning was intrusive and probing, not just the kind of stuff a normal patron would bring up. Anybody would have found the questions odd, of course, but to Bashira, who thought she was keeping her true motives hidden, it was a one-two punch of indignation.
"W-Well, I'm askin' ya! What's fun around here? What does somebody do to enjoy themselves, you don't just... stand around and listen to music, right? You gotta have bowling, or skeeball, or something, right?!" she asked, trying to summon to mind more things that were fun, but failing. Her view in that respect was pretty limited. Maybe if she acted interested in the place, she figured, the answers would reveal themselves without having to have Kasey spell it out. "Come ooon, help me out here! What's cool to do? Tell me and I'll leave you alone, promise!"
As she pestered Kasey, she thought back to something much more important she'd heard. "What... are there really that many heroes here? Isn't this like a den of villainy or a hideout or somethin?" she thought to herself. She'd noticed some that looked like heroic types come in, but she figured they must be a minority or perhaps were here to scope out the place like she was. If so, they were all doing about as poor a job, as she hadn't heard or seen tell of this place doing anything villainous yet... But the truth was certainly lurking just below the surface.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Mar 8, 2019 15:22:46 GMT -4
All of the questions, all of the eyes. It was normal for her to be monitored, to be watched. Especially with a club where heroes were openly welcomed, and others were encouraged to come in costume. It was almost begging vigilantes to come by, and even villains. At least that was how the world thought. Kasey was sure to keep her trail clean, and seamless. Anything she got from Ketsujo, was already taken care of by the big man, who also happened to be the same "big man" that ran the club. It did pay off to be your own boss. Anyone who was curious to the business, wasn't good for the income. Anyone, and everyone who questioned her integrity, without fail was some sort of vigilante. But it wasn't like the Storm Knights were recruiting. However, Kasey's Private Vanguard was another story to tell. Two separate teams, both seen by a professional hero with the promises of a sponsor. Seemed legit, and it was. But for Kasey, it was the perfect cover. Kasey pointed with one hand to her right, directing her towards the snack bar. "Food." Her left was raised to point forward at the bar, "Drinks." her right hand moved to direct towards the DJ, "and Dance." Kasey pointed at herself, setting thumbs to jab against her shirt, pointing at herself. ". . . Job." Her expression remained dull, but still hidden behind her mask. "If you need a job to help pay for your shower, that's something I can assist. If not, then I suggest you stop harassing me before I call Army of One to personally take care of you." Kasey would sneak in a small smile, only for a moment before speaking. "As I said before, heroes frequent this place. If anything dodgy was happening here, it would already have been solved."~ Word Count: 304 ~ [Kasey & Setsuna] || TrackerQuirks/Abilities:
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Post by Bashira Doji on Mar 18, 2019 22:33:37 GMT -4
As Kasey named the club's attractions, Bashira slowly turned her head to match the point of the finger, hunching forward and rubbing her chin slowly with her thumb. "Food... Drinks... Dancing? Aw hell, there are places where that's the thing, ain't there? Am I gonna have to frickin' dance to fit in?!" she thought to herself, thinking she might need a heavy couple of doses of the drink part before she got to the dance part. Anyone with arms capable of sending someone across the room if they swing them in the wrong direction could tell you how hard it is to practice dancing and anyone without a social life probably never had reason to consider it in the first place.
The last one caused her to take pause, narrowing one yellow eye to a near wink as she tried to focus on what had just been said. "Job? People come here to... get a job from you?" Bashira asked. Kasey explained that it was just so. The explanation caused her to curl her lip up in a bit of a snarl. "The frick is an army of one?" she asked, then opened her eyes up wider. "Wait, what? A job? Like... money job?" she repeated, crossing her giant arms and leaning closer. "Yeah, okay. I do odd jobs for money all the time!" As the words left her mouth, she was left pondering whether this was such a good idea. On one hand, if there was something shady going on, this would be the perfect way to investigate it. On the other hand, if something shady was going on... and she agreed to do the work... wouldn't she, also, be a criminal? The last thing she needed while being hunted by the occasional bounty hunter was for them to have something legitimate to pin on her.
On the other other hand, if it really was legitimate work, it could only help her standing in the community to be seen doing it. She felt herself getting sucked in by Kasey's smile... and her presentation of facts. "Bah! That's how they do it. Those damn villains, make you doubt your own convictions," she reminded herself. "... But it'd be a lot easier to continue the investigation if I had money. And a way into this place," the vigilante acknowledged, nodding her head. "Okay, fine! I can learn to take a sho- uh, learn to fit in as one of your employees! And you can give me money for that!" Bashira resolved, pressing an over-sized thumb to her own chest with a grin, as if understanding the concept of regular employment was a revelation for her. "What you want done around here, anyway? Bouncer? Nah, I guess if you had bouncers you'da thrown me out already huh? You need a bouncer to throw people like me out?" she asked persistently, trying hard to think up something she was qualified to do before Kasey realized what a giant ogre that would snap most dishes to shards with too hard a tap, or most mop-handles to splinters with too tough a grip.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Apr 13, 2019 15:23:08 GMT -4
Not everyone came there for the same thing. A lot of people came just for the drink. To those that knew, they came here for work, and not for over the counter things, more so under-the-table. Like always, there was another vigilante who walked in, proposed the Pink Jackal was shady, and would leave as an employee. most were disappointed to find there was nothing worth reporting, while the others found joy in their new job. A business that hired both criminals and fools alike. It was reforming for most of them, while the others simply left after they collected a paycheck. "I have plenty of bouncers, as you call them. But here, they serve more than just that role. Some are watching from behind cameras, waiting to be called to toss you threw a wall." Kasey would say. "I place people according to their quirk. It's better to have a job that fits you, and to work in a place where you can use your own abilities to your advantage. Now, I hope your quirk isn't related to your smell. What is it, anyways?"if Bashira wanted anything, she had to first give up her secrets of her skill. One lie here, put her in a job she may not excel at. And to lie, was to be exposed. On the other hand, to tell the truth, was to tell the queen of the underworld exactly what she was up against. But she didn't know that, even if she assumed it. Kasey was just an innocent manager. For now, at least. ~ Word Count: 271 ~ [Kasey & Setsuna] || TrackerQuirks/Abilities:
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Post by Bashira Doji on Apr 26, 2019 18:37:31 GMT -4
Kasey had other ideas than simply slotting Bashira in as hired muscle without getting to know her first. The ogre girl clicked her tongue a little, then slumped her shoulders, expecting she was going to hear that she was assigned to dish duty or something and would have to explain what a bad idea it was. Instead, the manager asked for a description of her quirk, which she would use to assign Bashira. It was a logical avenue, to be sure, but in Bashira's case, it almost always worked against her, unless the job was tearing down a fence, splitting logs, or something of that nature.
At any rate, Bashira's quirk wasn't the kind of thing she could hide, and she wasn't one for lying anyway. Still bristling from the very valid complaints about her body odor, she lifted both of her gargantuan hands, palms up, then slapped one palm down against her forearm with more of a thud than a thwack. "Whatcha see is whatcha get... I've got these huge arms that make it easy to break things, pretty much. Or shield things. But usually break things," she admitted. "Also they help if you wanna throw crap."
She worked her frowning jaw back and forth, as her brain begrudgingly admitted to her that she wasn't likely to get hired to throw things. "Oh right. I can also uh..." she blinked a few times, causing the rays from her eyes to go off and on like car headlights, then tapped one finger to her horns. "I can make light come out, you see? If that's somethin' you need. But like, if you wanna put a lampshade over my head or somethin' and stand me in a corner, I'm walkin'," she grumbled... then slowly crossed her arms, tapping one craggy finger up and down upon her opposite bicep. It was as though she was considering if lamp post work was really something she would turn down.
She wanted to further comment that anybody running down and throwing her out was pretty unlikely, given her weight... until she recalled that she had run into at least two people recently who had basically lifted her up against a wall or dragged her around. The chances this manager had some waiting were actually not as bad as one might think. Bashira decided to keep her mouth shut for now and swallow her pride.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jun 1, 2019 12:24:14 GMT -4
The truth was never an easy one. But to know the truth behind a quirk was to give them a life they wanted and one fit for them. Kasey herself made a great janitor, on the reason she was able to dispose of trash rather simple. She could had easily been in the back storerooms for her quirk also granted her additional strength of sorts. But she was the owner, and here, her quirk served as a means of observation from two perspectives. This person would be no different. To find what fits them best, and to allow them to choose the path they desired. It was easy to work with the tools you were given, than to tray and hammer a nail with a screwdriver. "Power." She softly said to herself, closing her eyes and nodding with the thought. She didn't really have a need for brute force like that. But perhaps she could find something where she could enjoy her own aroma filled lifestyle, and serve some sort of purpose to them. It wasn't long after until she explained she could also emit light. So working in a dim lit area would be of no weakness to her. It was a plus, but nothing that sealed the deal. But to have her own personal lantern seemed rather appealing, even if for a moment. "Well, then I suppose you can either assist DJ Skullface when he sets up his equipment, as well as other large repairs, or you can work in the back with Einar with the inventory. He's our backroom manager. At most, you'll be lifting boxes onto, and off of shelves so we can make an accurate record of what we have in stock." It wasn't much she could offer, but at the moment, it was all she got. ~ Word Count: 000 ~ |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Jun 6, 2019 0:33:19 GMT -4
Kasey came back with two jobs for Bashira, both which were certainly doable for a large-hand person like herself. Of course, she knew her limitations, or at least her clumsy past experiences, and she knew she didn't belong anywhere near sound equipment. Furthermore, she certainly didn't belong in a position that might turn into dropping sound equipment onto people in a crowd. The backroom sounded like both her preference and a better fit. "Sure, I don't mind a little, uh, supervision," Bashira recalled the word to mind, barely. It wasn't a word she used particularly often. "I mean, I guess it sounds like I can do a little of both, if you need me to. But at the very least, movin' boxes and crap oughta be super easy for me, no matter what you got in 'em."
She dusted her hands together, then looked towards the back. "Alright, show me the inventory! I'll get it all in its proper place, heh. Ya won't even need two people for it! Not that I'm lookin' to replace anybody. So like... is it pay by the hour or would I get paid more if I can move more?" Bashira seemed to be under the weird impression that, for one, she was starting right this very moment, and for two, she was probably vastly underestimating the rigors of having a real job, which was more about stamina and self-discipline than arm strength. "Nah, I've been pumpin' ya for too much already. Just show me the boxes and I'll, uh, get 'em moved onto shelves!"
This might be a good time to either pass Bashira off to someone in the back or else tell her she ought to wait, clean herself up, and come back on an actual official start day.
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