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Post by Isis on Apr 22, 2019 4:01:41 GMT -4
I'm the Queen, protect the Queen Isis enjoyed another day of minimal effort- well, as far as being a vigilante, this was after all just your average convenience store. There weren't many others in the place, must have been a slow day. Isis had only been here for a can of grape soda and a chocolate bar- but one couldn't help getting entranced by the many other choices that you- otherwise wouldn't even think of buying.
There was also the smell of an empty convenience store, just the radiating aroma of junk food and the frost from the freezers. Though, lil Baba had spent enough time in the store as it was- and was moving on to the counter. As she did- a few men with masks around their faces marched their way into the store- blunt weapons in hand. At first- they paused, staring at Isis, and she would return a similar look. It wasn't as if they recognized her as a vigilante- but as per the thug rituals they took an interest in her because of her outrageous way of dressing- having on several pieces of jewelry not to mention her expensive looking high platform shoes.
A few seconds would pass before they would circle around Isis- a few others occupying the stores clerk as to make sure they didn't press any panic button or alarm.
"You know the drill!" One of them would say to Isis demandingly.
"Sir- I don't think I do isn't it a bit hot outside to be wearing..." The young woman found a batt nearly touching her nose. "Don't make this difficult- drop the shiny stuff on the ground and you can be on your way." Little did they know the harlot they were messing with- all jokes aside the attention was worth it, this should raise her popularity in japan a bit...
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 22, 2019 11:10:32 GMT -4
Brandon shuffled around his arm inside his sling as he tries to grab some vegetables with his good one. He looks at the small cart that he pushes in front of him, guiding its path with the sling. Several packets of ramen sit there, along with some bananas and protein shakes. He sighs a bit, and places celery inside a bag he opened up. You know, Brandon's mind popped in, wanting to scold him. You could just ditch the whole sling and just...do it normally. He frowns a bit. He can't let people know about the whole mutated arm deal, brain. It's been three months dumbass, you need to move on. Look, you know you've been moping for far too long, for christ's sake you're talking to yourself in your own mind berating yourself, you musclebrain idiot! Shut up brain, there's no need for namecallin-did you just call yourself a musclebrain idiot?
Brandon stands there, pondering. He then hangs his head and sighs. I really need to stop doing this. He laments his thought process and continues one with the shopp-
"You know the drill!"
Someone yells out to a consumer. A group of masked intruders rushed through each corner of the store, surveying and rounding up every shopper to the middle. It appears that this is a hold up, Brandon realizes after snapping from his self pity. He sees one grabbing some people and pushing them to the middle, grabbing whatever money they have from their personal bags or wallets, as well as snatching some of their personal belongings they deem are good enough to pawn off.
Jokes on them, Brandon has nothing on him right now other than the cash on his walle-
"HEY, YOU!"
Aw shit.
One of the masked fools went up to Brandon. "GET IN LINE WITH THE OTH-OTHERS!" He shouted at him, holding onto his bat. Seriously, a bat? He scans the other people. See, they have metal rods and crowbars, so that makes sense. But a Bat? Those things run the risk of breaking in the middle of the fight, especially poorly made bats. Which, he clearly has.
This points out two things about this group
1) They did this in the spur of the moment. They wanted to rob something and they didn't care what place it was. Hence the disorganized weapons and slight hesitation 2) These guys are pure rookies.
"Listen man-" Brandon rolls his eyes and tries to dissuade the poor kid to stop all this, but the robber, a bit scared, shoves his bat in the middle of them, holding it in a "threatening" manner. "I-I'm warning YOU!" Poor kid is scared shitless out of his mind.
Oh well.
Thud
The poor kid falls to the ground, grabbing his gut and trying to breath. Looks like he went a bit much on that hit. Brandon stretches out his mutated arm, warming it up. The sling lies on the ground.
Well, if there's one thing that usually cheers him up, it's saving some people from dumbass horrible idiots who think they know better than him.
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Post by Arata Hayashi on Apr 25, 2019 22:01:11 GMT -4
"Listen kid," Said the officer over the phone, his connection to the force, "We know you're in to the teaching thing, but, you have to get out there, you need to be a hero, show the world you are still around. Also because, you know, we'll just bring up your vigilante charges if you don't. So, cheers mate!" Said the British voice over the phone, before hanging up. Arata spun around in his apartment's swivel chair, going around in circles again and again while he grumbled about the unfair nature of all of this. Only to plant his feet on the ground. The sudden stop of his lower body but continued motion of his upper body threw him off the chair and on to the floor with a big thud. He had to get up and get out of course. And, you know, do some heroing.
He sighed as he stood up. he was getting better, now that he was getting in touch with the school and the outside world again. He just, he needed to get his mind off of what was going on behind the scenes, something he didn't want to trouble anyone else with. Arata would walk away from that work bench, filled with stories, drawings and costume designs for his students, and head over to the closet to get out of his clothes and in to his hero outfit.
He needed to get more patrol time, of course, that much was true. Being a professional hero, he had back logged a lot of time being a teacher that he needed to put in equal time policing the streets. As such, Arata Hayashi was out and about today wearing his hero costume. It was a bit more refined than his old vigilante one. That old turtle neck, hoodie, scarf and other baggy clothed frankenstein's monster tossed out when he became a full time hero. No, he was no longer Moonlighter, he was Glovebox now. He had to look the part of his quirk's namesake, Sleight of Hand.
Glovebox's outfit was a bit over the top magician style. Designed by one of his students, he thought about ditching the cape, keeping a more stream lined look to it, though the mask and top hat were nice to have, though a bowler might make it a bit easier to move around in. For now, Arata's hero outfit was a top hat, and a plain white mask with a black outline around the eyes and a cover over them of white. He could see through them, but, people wouldn't have to see those unnerving red eyes of his. Form fitting black pants and a double buttoned up top, he figured it made him look more flashy, especially with that cape on his back bellowing in the wind behind himself. Jumping from ghostly glove to ghostly glove through the air. As he went through the air, he double checked those white gloves of his, holes cut out for his knuckles and joints, dark marks showing through them, helping his quirk come through when need be.
Just as he was passing over a street, Arata heard a commotion down below. Welp, good a time as any. Jumping form the glove he was on, another appeared in the air, catching him as he flipped, only to whip him around like a fast ball straight for the ground! As he came close, another series of gloves came up, allowing him to hit the palm of one, rolling down to the floor to leap to his feet, discarding the cape in the process while he plucked the hat off of his head and stepped up in to a deep bow, "Now, I hate to butt in out of the blue, it's a little cliche and all that, but, I'd rather you drop the weapons."
"Who is that?" "Oh crap! It's a Cape!" Shouted a thug, signifying a slang term for a pro hero. Next was someone shouting about the quirk, it was Glovebox, a very prominent hero in Tokyo currently. "You can try and get some street cred, beating me up and all, but, you know, I've kind of got the advantage in the All Hands on Deck department." He said while assuming a fighting stance, one hand tucked in to his jacket pocket, the other clutching the top of his hat to his head.
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Post by Isis on Apr 27, 2019 0:23:45 GMT -4
I'm the Queen, protect the Queen Things escalated quite quickly once these jobber villains had invaded the convenience store, Isis even thought for a moment that she heard others retaliating against the criminals, like minded vigilantes perhaps? At least one of them could have been...but something seemed familiar about the newly arrived young man....not that Baba had the freedom to pick him out of a crowd at the moment. "Oi oi oi! Aren't you paying attention to me? you know you really piss me off...a foreigner like you just coming in and not giving me the proper respect! That really pisses me off!"
The man swung his bat back before swinging at Isis like she was a moving target. Swiftly she moved back, a click from the heels of her huge platforms with every step. It seemed a few of the other thugs were busy with the newcomer. "Hm...usually my knights don't come in such "shiny armor" She would say out-loud looking around the thug at Arata. Before the thug trying to attack her knew it, a puddle of sand had seemed to manifest itself out of nowhere from behind the thug, out of that puddle came something that looked like a mummy, dripping with sand as it stood in the puddle of sand. As it moved forward the sand would move with it, its feet wouldn't leave the sand no matter how far it walked. The mummy like creature would lay its palms on the thug approaching Isis before grabbing hold and tossing it back to slide against the ground toward the entrance. "What the- where did you come from?? wait..what the...?" It was evident that the mummy wasn't actually a regular person- but a creature made from the egyptians quirk. "Oh, are you really surprised by a quirk like 「Monstrum Sabulo」?, ufufufu, it shouldn't be that big of a surprise you know" And so the egyptian girl in the high platforms joined in on the rebellion against the will of the thugs- she looked toward a man down the aisle who had a mutated arm."That's quite the quirk, why were you hiding it up until now?" She'd point as she spoke- still at ease with the situation.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 27, 2019 0:59:30 GMT -4
Brandon has finished beating up the poor man, causing one of his friends to run up and try to avenge them or some shit. Brandon doesn't really know nor care for the reason, since he immediately punched the goon in the gut, causing them to gasp for air, leaving them open for a knee to the face. Complete and utter rookies. Barely any armor or protection to protect themselves. Brandon shakes his head as he heads towards the entrance to meet up with the other thugs.
What he finds instead is something a bit more...interesting. Some weird wrapped up zombie slowly approaching and grabbing one of the robberss, who appear to be obeying the whims and commands of the wealthy-looking young woman. There also appears to be some...some...okay who is that guy?
First of all, he's wearing like a gaudy ass butler suit, with a matching cape and hat. He's sworn he has seen this guy before, but he can't put his finger on it. Maybe it was the way he wore the mask, as if he was some sort of masked vigilante sworn to protect the innocent appearing out of nowhere to aid a lending hand. Maybe it was the way he assuredly assumed a fighting stance with a sort of lackadaisical attitude reflected on one half of his body, and a cocky fighter on the other half. It's a bit difficult to determine, but that's the sort of impression that Brandon gets from this guy. He could have sworn he's seen this guy before.
("Hey, Its that crazy ghost hand guy, Glovebox!" One of the goons yell out ) ("Shit, man! We are OUT OF OUR LEAGUE!" The other screams in fear.) ("LIKE HELL WE ARE! If we beat him up, think of all the reputation we get, man! Us, beating up a Pro Hero!") (Meanwhile the other goon being accosted by the mummy is begging for the rich lady to stop it, and she appeared to respond with a sort of shrug. "Oh, are you really surprised by a quirk like 「Monstrum Sabulo」?, ufufufu, it shouldn't be that big of a surprise you know," She snakily comments.)
Oh shit, Brandon slams his fist to his hand in a "I just solved it" manner (ow, his hand). He knows who this guy is. He's...He's...He's...
"HEY!" Brandon yells out, making everyone momentarily pause.
"...YOU'RE SUIT FACADE!" He smirks in victory.
Everyone stares at him, a bit dumb-fuddled. ("Hey, didn't you just say he's Glovebox?" "Yeah." "Who the hell is Suit Facade?" "You know, that guy from Luna Voyager, that one anime my niece and newphew like to watch!...What? I gotta take care of them sometimes.") The rich-looking woman looks at Brandon's mutated arm, then smirks a bit. "That's quite the quirk, why were you hiding it up until now?" she exclaims as she points to his hand.
Brandon stares at it. Oh yeah, it is starting to look a bit visible. He looks around himself. Some poor customers are staring to get afraid of what's about to happen. Well, let's just end this before it gets too big for our britches. He smacks his face to pump himself up (ow, his face.) and readies himself in a boxing pose. His other hand starts to grow scales, but unlike the other one, he can control this properly. "Aight then. Let's not beat around the corner too much. You wanna mug me, huh? Haha...Alright THEN COME GET SOME!!!!" He screams. Some steam starts to pour out of his arms. It's go time.
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Post by Arata Hayashi on Apr 27, 2019 1:12:22 GMT -4
While everything was proceeding, people were guessing who he was easily, quirks were being brandished, against people that might not have quirks. That would be a big issue for the populace, he had to keep this down to a small time subduing of thugs without exerting too much quirk pressure. But, while Arata was making a plan and figuring out how to order his gloves around to keep the thugs and these vigilantes apart, someone blurted out the wrong name. He completely broke character. His jaw dropping as he bent at the upper back, arms just hanging for a moment, "G--guh, No! God dammit! I'm Glovebox! I...Augh, I knew I should have told her!" He sighed and stood up right, correcting himself while he flicked his hands out.
Better to solve this first before he could lecture this person that he was no Suit Facade. God dammit. Two ghostly gloves would fly out, looking to slip in between Brandon and Isis, forming a wall to keep them from the thugs, while the rest of his armada flew out, suddenly grabbing at those weapons that the thugs were brandishing. Gripping on tight and wrenching them out of their grasps before they were tossed to the side walk while Arata walked forward, cracking his knuckles.
"Alright everyone. We're all going to calm down, sit tight, and wait for the police to arrive. And I don't want to have to grab anyone and drag them back here, because, I can, and will." He said, not in the best physical condition since his last hiatus, but his quirk control was phenomenal. All of those gloves floating around with their fingers bent and spread, as if ready to deliver a series of blows. Of course, three thugs tried to run, putting a hand to his forehead, he sighed while mumbling about how they never listen. Three gloves would fly out, in three different directions. Everyone could hear the yipes of the men. They would be brought back, the backs of their outfits grabbed on to like a mother cat grabbing her kittens, dropping them back on the ground with a thud.
he didn't want to fight these people, they didn't seem to have quirks, that's why they had standard weapons. But, he needed his quirk to keep them all apprehended, "Now see? Please, I REALLY don't want to have to punch anyone, or constantly chase you down. So, can we just, I don't know, sit tight, and calmly wait?" He rubbed the back of his head, whipping his phone out to unlock it and start getting in touch with the police department with his other hand using the phone. One glove floated in front of the thug group and the two would be heroes, holding up a finger as if to signify he needed a minute.
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Post by Isis on Apr 30, 2019 0:12:45 GMT -4
I'm the Queen, protect the Queen Isis would smirk as the man with the quirky arm would seem to go gungho against the thugs- shouting at the top of his lungs like he was some kind of warrior. Wow, he must of had a whole lot of pent up aggression or something- it was kind of cool...The egyptian girl was really brought up in the moral, and decided not to curb her enthusiasm for the moment- preparing another one of her sand monsters to be summoned- up until it was all cut short, for her and the buff armed brandon. "Hoh...?" Isis would deadpan- cocking her head to the side as the other man- what did they call him...Glovebox? or...Suit Facade? Isis looked over him- almost as if sizing him up, but Isis wasn't that type of vigilante- as far as she was concerned this was just another friend she had been waiting to meet. That being said- all friends had their disagreements- and Isis couldn't exactly be at ease with what Glovebox would suggest. She would point a finger at the two named hero.
"Glovebox right? mahlaan....sibi , Don't you think you're being a bit cold right now?" She'd take a few steps closer to him. "Oh- don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about those mujrim trying to rob the store...but us! me and that other quirker...don't you realize we don't have Licenses of our own...?" She'd press a finger against his chest.
"We can be friends- but you have to be a bit more considerate, Sibi...even though it was self defence- that's still considered vigilantism, because we are quirkers- I might be from a different country- but because of this society...we are like cousins- Sih?""
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 30, 2019 0:46:00 GMT -4
Is she seriously trying to flirt with the kid? Brandon stares at confusion at the two while grabbing onto a poor goon, all while a dumb looking white glove shakes its finger as it was trying to say "please hold on one second, please." Why is he trying to contact the police, anyway? With the way he managed to get the hit on all the other thugs, he could easily clean house with his quirk...even if it is dumb looking. Like seriously, a white floating glove? Reminds him of an old game his dad would often talk about from his way older brother, think he called it...um...Guante? Yeah, Guante, the game where the glove comes to life and carries a large ball around for some weird damn reason.
"Hey, idiot!" He yells at the woman. "Tell your toilet paper guy to round up all the other guys while I go beat them the shit up!" He readies a punch as one of the poor victims of Suit Facade's quirk runs away, conveniently running towards him. He aims straight for the gut, holding back a bit but still letting him feel the impact. "How does it feel, huh? Feels like it stings, huh? This is what it means to try to break the law, it means running the risk of running into US, you rookie." He smirks a bit, then lets the poor kid fall to the ground. It's not just for that reason though, his hand's burning up and about to blow some steam. "Hey, you there! Any more of ya outside?!" He grabs the collar of one poor unfortunate soul and scares the living daylights out of him.
"Ye..yeah...right by the back of the store in the all-alleyway."
Did they seriously drove their van behind the small ass alleyway? God these guys are rookies. Brandon drops the poor man and stares at the two. "While you go continue flirting some more, I'm going to the back to stop this piss poor attempt of a robbery." Before the pro hero can say anything, he "shoves" the spectral hand aside (it moved by itself) and heads to the back of the store where the inventory laid. Its super cold here, and he can see at least one open door to the back of the alley way. Looks like if he manage to attract the attention of the driver, he can-
"S-stop there!" The two poor kids who he knocked out a long while ago before he even pulled out the second transformed arm walk in. They're holding their melee weapons as if it were a security blanket. Seriously, you're really going to do this? He shakes his head and readies his fists once more. To call it an even fight isn't even right, it's all one-sided. The two kids layed on the ground as a result of Brandon taking the hit on his forearms and punching them. Is it me or do these scales feel harder? He ponders a bit, then shakes his head as he heads to the back of the store.
A lone driver is freaking the hell out that his friends aren't arriving yet. He hears an opened door sound, causing him to freeze up in anticipation. Out walks a guy with dragon scaled arms. This isn't the driver's lucky day.
Brandon drags the driver back to the rest of his friends. "Aight. What I miss?"
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Post by Arata Hayashi on May 12, 2019 15:42:54 GMT -4
He looked at the woman speaking in a weird tongue to him, that 'no hablas whatever' look on his face while he was temporarily distracted by the girl as the male ran off to use his quirk on the runners. That was it for Arata. He sighed, and rolled his shoulders back while the demeanor and tone of the room, so to speak, changed. When he opened his eyes, he would wait for Brandon to return, only to seek to shove him firmly against a wall with one of his quirk gloves. It was big enough that it could grasp and entire human torso, and tough enough to put a little bit of cracks in the stone work.
"I don't care if you have licenses or not. I used to be a vigilante. I don't care if you from another country or not. I was born in England. I don't care if you were defending yourself or not. You used your powers on people that don't have anything on par with that. And it's because you are quirkers defending yourselves against non quirkers that the problem arises. ONE PERSON has to just cry out the other way around, and you are going to be all over social media. Both of you, did you stop to think about that?"
"Ever once, did it cross your mind in the spur of the moment to find a way to use your quirk in a way to bolster YOURSELF instead of pummeling someone with your power like you were showing off?" The grip on his glove, if it was holding the hot headed Brandon down, would tighten a bit. The red glare in Arata's eyes on par with a ravenous wolf hunting someone from the shadows. He was clearly pissed.
When he looked back at the girl, he would point over to where Brandon was, "Stand over there. Now." If she complied there would be no need to scoot her over with his quirk. Those gloves could pack a wallop, and their size alone made them imposing. "Never, and I mean never, use your quirk to directly touch someone without a quirk. That's an easy way to start another Semper Fi incident, do you understand? We get enough flak over having what others can't have. I don't want to see stupid acts like that cause another god damn situation where militaristic force is carried out against us!"
"Next time, do what I do against people without quirks. Block them off, launch yourself, find ways to use your power more than hitting someone, please." He would say while loosening his grip while the sirens started to ring out in the background. "I want you both to meet me somewhere, I want to talk to you more, if you want to talk about some sanctioned work, or maybe learning about forming a team, or how to NOT PUNCH PEOPLE ALL THE TIME." He said while flicking two cards out to Brandon and Isis. On the cards was information for a nice hidden bar, one for people with quirks, and one specifically for vigilantes, known as the WatchTower. It was up to them what they did now, and if they wanted to meet Arata later as he was looking to network with them actually.
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Post by Isis on May 13, 2019 22:53:35 GMT -4
I'm the Queen, protect the Queen From the young man's response, something told Isis that the cooperation- but it was clear that he had a set idealism and thought to push that onto herself and the other boy- one thing she didn't understand was his argument. There were several reasons, and several holes in his reasoning that Isis couldn't be comfortable with- but he just kept going on and on- to think someone existed that talked more than her...It didn't help that the tone he had was one as if he was scolding a child. Just the way he spoke made it seem like he was still going through a rebellious phase, sticking 'I don't care' at the beginning of almost every sentence he jotted-. Luckily for him, Isis hadn't sought to take too much offence to his words or tone- friends had to know tolerance after all. After he finished speaking- pointing her towards the wall where the other vigilante had been pinned. The woman looked the boy up and down- sassily holding her hands to her hips before walking over to the wall with a sway- blowing out a frustrated huff of air. "hmmf, I'm not fond of falling outs with my friends, so I'll trust you, for the record you're wrong." Isis folded her arms and turned her nose up at Glovebox, he'd find the consequences of his tone would make cooperation in conversation much harder."
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 13, 2019 23:14:55 GMT -4
Brandon stares at the pro hero and then looks back to his partner in vigilantism. That quirk of his was pretty good, he won't lie. If anything, it would be pretty handy to have several seperate hands to form out of nowhere and do your dirty work while you help out people. It's the quirk for a well intended hero... But see that's that the problem. He didn't start out beloved by some people, nor does he have to put up with the law at every risk and turn (and even if he did know the reason why Glovebox got his position as a Pro Hero, it still wouldn't have changed his opinion.)
""On par huh...that's a smart way to say "Not prepared." Not prepared is the most dangerous of all kinds of people." He growls out. "Those blunt weapons? They can cause concussions! If they aimed for that kid over there before YOU came here being all "FEAR NOT CITIZENS, I'M HERE', some poor kid would be on the ground, out cold...there could have been more legal trouble on your end. See...that's the problem, Mr. Fascade. Punching is all I can do, but I think I can do it well enough to not kill people. If I can only do one thing...might as well do it to help people, to protect others...for 'love and peace.' They knew what they were getting into...everyone in that event knew the consequences of what could have and did happen. So if another event like that happens, I'll be there to stop it. If you were a vigilante, you would have remembered WHY you actually cared to break the laws to help people! Even if...whatever...You don't care dumbass. " While the pro was occupied with the poor failed robberies, Brandon heard some sirens. Immediately he snapped a photo of the card, then stored his phone in the pocket. "I don't do this for people like you to recognize me, I do it to help others. And when you're gone, I'll still be there." Ripping the card in two, he steps away from Isis and lets out some steam that clouds up the corner, not hot enough to burn some skin but enough for people to sweat a little. "After all, we (vigilantes) were here first, and we will be here when this whole heroism thing passes over." He bitterly replies as he runs to the back of the store, rushing out of the building covering up his head with his hood, shoving the smaller phantom hands aside. He can't afford to get in more trouble than he is already, considering that Drag-On's 'face' is already known to the police.
After all, he can't afford to mess up over trying to do something good again. Not like this hypocrite cared enough.
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Post by Maya on Jun 24, 2019 14:05:29 GMT -4
Isis had 8 EXP and gained 10 EXP Brandon had 148 EXP and gained 24 EXP Arata had 359 EXP and gained 16 EXP
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