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Post by Niso Konto on Apr 23, 2019 17:09:33 GMT -4
Aaah the streets of Nakano, where the police don't come when you call for them. What a place. Now Niso technically didn't have much against the police themselves so much as the laws they enforced, but all the same their lack of presence left Nakano a wild lawless place where you could do almost anything you wanted with no consequences, and as such, he'd thought it was the perfect place for him and his new 'friend' to get alittle work done, even if technically she was a very old friend as he had recently learned.
Lighting the tip of a molotov, Niso idly flipped the bottle into the air, his distant smile ever on his lips even as the explosive projectile was coming back towards him, catching it confidently by the neck without flinching, repeating the act a few times before finally reaching back and launching it over his head with no real target in mind. A smash was heard in the distance as the bottle burst into a spew of flames, catching the side of a rundown old resteraunt and starting to eat away at the furniture inside. The place was rather empty anyway, but it's few patrons began to rush out, the old man who seemed to run the place cursing loudly.
"What do you want!? We paid your money!"
"Sorry oldie! You ain't paid me jack!" Niso chimed back, the old man cursing repeatedly as he tried to rush back inside and find his fire extinguisher, Niso dusting off his hands with a cheeky smirk before folding his arms and turning to address his guest. From what he knew of the painter as a fan, she wasn't inherently a chaotic person like himself, but he hoped giving her a taste of such a lifestyle might entice her a little. "Look at this place! We can do anything and no one cares! We could hang that old guy up and make him the center of your next art piece! We could smash up some other store! Oh oh we could literally just go dance in the old police station! The police themselves can't even run out of that place anymore this place is so over-run!"
Niso spun on his heels and caught the hands of the companion he'd dragged with him to Nakano, beeming ear to ear as he held her hands close to his chest and got way up in her personal space with his own smile. "We could do anything we wanted my painter! Name it! Shall we create beautiful Neon art!? Collect every neon sign in the distict!? Shall we slaughter and maim senselessly to incite your love of blood? Or shall we track down the very Yakuza who made this place so lawless and steal from them those sweet powders and pills that light your mind with the most enticing of sensations!? " Niso dropped to his knee dramatically like a knight serving his queen, a hand on his chest and the other stretched out to the side. "Name your desire Luzia and I shall aim to please!~"
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 24, 2019 12:38:45 GMT -4
Luzia remembered Nakano... she tended to avoid it. Part of it was that it was so close to the government buildings, but part of it was also because in this place, money ruled... and she didn't have it. People that couldn't pay and were lucky were thrown out, and she never bothered to find out what happened if they weren't lucky. She just bowed her head and took the next train out, avoiding the trouble altogether.
...Though... when she did have money... there was one time where she came to Nakano to spend it, and it was hard for her to imagine better places to spend money...! The Broadway Arcade alone... it wasn't the only place, but it was so massive! There we literally hundreds of shops and restaurants in one mall, you could live in it your entire life! She still swore that it just had to break some world record or something... if you had to vote for stuff like that, then she would give a vote to the Arcade, no question. Despite normally avoiding this part of town, she still couldn't help but smile at the memory of the brief, but amazing time she did spend here.
Of course, being here... that put her a bit on edge. She didn't like the police, but the Yakuza wasn't much better, not for someone like her. Though, it was still better; the police would throw her in prison, but the yakuza would probably just torture her a little, maybe force her to work afterwards. That she could deal with... but, she didn't have tow orry about that; she had money for this place, but even then, it apparently wasn't needed.
Why were they here again?
Luzia stared, watching Niso stuff a rag into a bottle of booze and light it on fire. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes a little, a part of her annoyed at the waste of perfectly good booze. But she didn't stop him, either; she said nothing, just resting a hand on her hip as he tossed the bottle clear through the air into an alleyway. "Nice toss," she commented idly. She wasn't really sure why he did that, but she was impressed by the throw, and she couldn't help but admire the fire in the night air a little bit. It wasn't neon, but fire was up there, too.
She admired it until it caught the side of someone's restaurant.
"Oh shit!"
She gasped, whirling when some old man - probably the owner - ran out to yell at them. Luzia looked between him and Niso before grabbing the latter, running and dragging him away from the scene. As soon as she stopped a few blocks down, she whirled to him, glaring, wondering what the HELL he was thinking how utterly crazy he had to be to do that! She thought that place was abandoned, but no! It was fine if an abandoned place burnt down, but he torched an actual restaurant! People would definitely look into that!
She glared at him, angry, furious, confused why he did that so blatantly, but before she could yell, before she could even open her mouth, he spoke, grinning so wide his face could tear - and probably could, with his quirk - and talking with such a passion. And, instantly, she figured out why he did that.
He thought just because the cops weren't around, he didn't have to answer to anyone. She was so shocked, so blown away by this revelation that she could just... sputter quietly, completely overcome with disbelief. How could he possibly think that?! Was he fucking ten-years-old?! She had to stop this right here, she had to tell him, she had to show him that there were still people to duck under, even if their weren't cops!
She opened her both, but, instead of speaking, she gasped as he took her hands. In an instant, her anger and confusion was gone. Niso was holding her hands, pulling them into his soft, strong chest, and leaning into her. She blushed deeply, so deeply that, with her quirk, her cheeks almost literally glowed. And his words... his sweet, sweet words... his words that talked about nothing but her....
She bit her lip just to stop herself from squeeing, putting her hands to her cheeks ans shaking her head, unable to stop herself from grinning ear-to-ear. "Niso-kun you dumbass! I was mad at you but you're being sweet~!" She opened her eyes again, looking down at him when he bowed to her. She couldn't believe he was actually bowing to her, and this wasn't even the first time! It was so silly, and it was even siller that he was being all weird and Western about it! Niso was so dumb... but he was so funny! Luzia giggled more, shaking her head. "Stop doing that, I'm not some sort of princess."
That's what came out of her mouth, but... in all honesty, with the outfit she was wearing, she almost felt like one. She was in a beautiful black coat with pink edges... normally she would have gone for red, or maybe pink, but black was the only color she could find this cloak in, and she loved it so much... black wasn't her first choice, but then, she also loved it; it was the color of night, after all! She even built her outfit around the color, wearing a black school uniform-like jacket with gold buttons, a white undershirt, and a burgundy skirt, with black thigh-highs and garterstraps, and shoes that matched her skirt. Every single piece of clothing she loved as much as the last, from how they looked to how they felt... she felt so fancy, so rich, so... not homeless.
She didn't even realize, let alone care, that her outfit may or may not be suitable for... whatever they were actually supposed to be doing, she just... she adored it so much, and the outfit was completed with a mask... one that Niso chose for her. She was, at first, confused at how a mask that that just covered her eyes would do anything, but... between his convincing words and how it looked, she couldn't help but cave. It really was a pretty mask... so much better than the ones she used before, and it was just as white, so she added all sorts of colors to it with her neon! Pink! Green! Yellow! Even some purple, all to make it even prettier, just because she felt like it.
Luzia shook her head; she couldn't stop herself from grinning, but she had to try! Niso was being dumb! It was hard, but she managed to force the smile off her face, pouting at him. "You think just because there aren't cops there isn't law?" She kept the pout up, her hand on her hip, looking vaguely like the other times she lectured him, taught him, but her face was more forced than usual just because she had to suppress her giggles. "The yakuza keep law here, and even then, there's probably heroes running about or something! Isn't that why we're here?"
She frowned a bit more genuinely when she said that; why were they here? She still didn't know, and this time, she knew it wasn't because she was high. Looking at him again, she scratched her head. "Aren't we... supposed to get in good with the yakuza here or something...?" Was that it? That made sense to her... or at least, more sense than anything else... the idea of that, though... it threw her off. The idea that she was anywhere close to being on the same rung of the yakuza, let alone one that ruled an entire district, as almost laughable to her... it wasn't true. She was just part of a new gang now... though honestly, she didn't care about it so much as the boy in front of her.
Looking at the boy, Luzia couldn't help her smile again and shook her head, taking his hands and squeezing gently. "I don't know, how about I just follow your lead? But come on... at least be stealthy about it? We don't need anything on our tails...."
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 24, 2019 15:02:59 GMT -4
Inside a room within the shop, A punching bag hangs from the ceiling, connected to a chain. Slightly ruined, this bag has acted as a trusty companion to several up and coming boxers. This particular model was found within the junkyard however, found by a curious Kent who was scavenging for some spare parts and machines to mess around with. Seeing it as a possible gift, he (with some considerate difficulty) managed to set up a small training room. It's not for him, of course. It's for Brandon. He wanted to test it today, but... A man wearing an orange motorcycle helmet with a stylized visor walks through the streets. Nakano is usually filled with the brim with petty criminals and lawless streets, but recently it's been more and more dystopian. He carries his briefcase over his back containing some spare jackets, already feeling a bit tempted to grab an extra one with how his mutated arm already ripped up part of his sleeve. There's no real need for it at the moment, right now he has to focus on the job...that job is...hmm...What was the job? Why was he here in the first place? Kent claimed it was some random caller that asked for an errand here in Nakano while Brandon was away. He sent him near Nakano to check out the general area, since Kent never actually told him the, uh, actual location of where the errand is. Was this just another excuse to get him out of his apartment? Or was it Kent's way of trying to get him back in the saddle? It's hard to tell with that guy, one moment he's whining about eating mushrooms and the next moment he's chatting with shady people and criminals on forums gathering intel, all with an unchanging face plastered onto his mug. It sometimes scares him to see this guy completely change personae depending on who he's interacting with. It also baffles him how he sometimes accidentally starves himself trying to fix one toy robot. He has to keep a small profile, he thinks to himself. That's why he changed the colors of his helmet. Now that Drag-On's helmet is publicly known, he has to make an effort to hide himself. Either it's working, or the thugs don't want to bother with him due to his (non-existent ) popularity. He's here to find out just why Kent sent him here, so might as well try his hand in some detective work. Time to act like a detective. A detective who likes to wear a motorcycle helmet and punch people when they anger him. He glances in front of him. Some people are gathering outside a small restaurant. Might be a small time gang, looking to start up trouble. That's a safe assumption. Still, shouldn't immediately go there and start some troub- Wait, what's that noise.Somehow, a blaring noise managed to peak the ears of everyone near the vicinity. Is it hooked on a speaker system? How? Is is just a loud boom box? Brandon looks around him. In fact, everyone else did, confused about the increase in noise volume. From where Brandon was standing, it appears that the noise is coming from...above? He looks up. From the distance, someone is holding their phone to a makeshift loudspeaker. They're slightly squatting on top on the roof, as if they're trying to grab the attention of everyone in the streets. Well, it's working. It sure is grabbing the attention of everyone. A bit too much attention. The crowd has now shifted their focus to where the noise is coming from. And guess who is in the middle of it. Don't worry about it, just...just stay calm and keep going...just...ignore the noise. But how could he not? It's so loud and yet captivating. He can't help but be trapped within it's trance. It's as if it's trying to explain something to him. Trying to make himself understand...something. It's hard to tell with the blaring feedback. Maybe they need to find a better way to promote themsev- FOCUS, BRANDON! YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF WHAT IS POSSIBLY THE START OF A GANG WAR! You have to get out, and now! Brandon nods, and turns to the right...only to see some of the crowd nearing him. "Oh god....ooooh boy." He groaned. His arm's scales slightly shake in anticipation.
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Apr 24, 2019 16:08:18 GMT -4
Chiyuri loved Tokyo, the city was one of the greatest on Earth for her: however, it wasn't free of scum. Case in point, Nakano. Nakano was a part of the city which was filled with people fighting for their lives as a formless militia, fighting against the crime lords of the area in a guerilla war of concrete. As far as Chiyuri knew, there was more activity than usual there, an effort being made to stop the war and take the area back, with heroes and other vigilantes fighting against the Yakuza active over there. So, seemed like a perfect opportunity to rock the streets and fight back for the sake of good. She'd made her way around, scouting major hotspots out to see what was up, and where it was. Sitting on top of a roof, she was taking a small break, adjusting her clothes a little. Her vigilante outfit was pretty snazzy, but it was a little big in places. At least the more important parts of Chiyuri's face were covered with her mouth mask and goggles. But it seemed like her break was coming to a close. There was some serious commotion going down in the streets below, and it wasn't good. Smoke was rising, clearly some arson was going around. “That's my cue!” she said to herself, getting up. Clutching her sword in her left hand, she used her right to pick her phone out of her pocket. Chiyuri scrolled down her playlist, tuning in to some fine classic beats, playing it out loud through her pocket speaker for a moment to signal that help was on the way. Maybe a bit too loud for some, but it got the people's attention. There was a dude down there clearly more distressed than others, maybe she aught to check him out. But now was the time for action. Stretching a little, she began to grind down a pipeline on the building, jumping off it to ride down an opposite wall close to the ground, before leaping off, and landing, still moving towards the crowd outside the now cleared out (but burning) restaurant. Getting a much more close up view of the guy Chiyuri noticed, she saw that he had some kind of aura about him that made her think of him as an ally, he looked trustworthy enough, and also seemed opposed to whoever the perp was. “Yo, nice outfit man. Might wanna get the sleeve fixed up, though. You wanna help me handle whatever's goin' down here?” she said, unplugging the speaker and plugging her headphone jack in its place. Now with more of the people dispersing, she could see what was up. Clearly these two weirdos were having a little too much fun with fire, and needed to pay for it. “Aight listen up you two, we all like some fun, but this shit is wack beyond all limits, yo! You either gotta come quietly, or we're gonna crank the volume up to blast your asses straight to jail!” she said to the dynamic duo of douches. She switched up the song using her headphones to a more appropriate soundtrack, and got into a calm stance, holding up her sword and flicking the guard to make it come out a little bit, showing the glistening blade within.
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Post by Niso Konto on Apr 25, 2019 10:32:50 GMT -4
"Of course you're not a princess! You're my queen!"
Niso's smile remained strong even as Luzia seemed to majorly deny his offers for the two of them to let loose and fulfill her wildest desires. Why did he keep smiling in the face of her denial? Because she kept smiling, even if she didn't want to. Even feeling like he had been perhaps a bit rash in just throwing an explosive cocktail out into the street at random, he could tell she couldn't help but smile. Be it from his chaos or the way he held her hands or just the ideas he was putting in her head. He was making her smile and in this moment that was all he cared about even as she tried to deny him further chaos with a sense of caution.
"Stealthy smelthy! So what if the Yakuza catch us! We're Pinocchio and the painter!" He said boldly even without any sort of mask covering his face. His arms were outstretched and his back straight in a cartoonishly energetic pose. "The yakuza have their own law and I spit on their attempts to enforce it. Not one of them scares me! And besides, the boss dosn't care what we do today!" He said, referring to Kyoko. He'd probably called her the boss enough times for that to be clear, though it was also likely clear that the title held no real respect from him. It was just an easy way for Niso to name her on the spot. She had 'respect' of course, loyalty as she wished, but Niso took that long leash she gave them and ran with it as much as his chaotic nature desired. "Far as I'm aware she's planning some big thing in the near future. She dosn't need silly little alliances or pathetic little rules. She just wants US to make a splash! She was so flippant when I told her I was coming I bet I could slaughter the Yakuza by the dozens and she wouldn't bat an eye!~"
Declaring all of this with a cheery tone, he'd still have followed along as Luzia dragged her away, smirking nice and wide at his own declarations. They all held honesty to them, as if he would totally slaughter the Yakuza if they came out to face him at this very moment. Niso both had devotion to his chaos and the literal insanity to back it up. His over confidence in his own healing factor was probably a factor too when it came down to it.
He'd be about to take Luzia's hand and drag her back out into the streets, ready to perform further chaos, when a blaring beat came down the alley she'd dragged them into, pausing a little and whirling about on the spot, mumbling under his breath. "I didn't bring my boombox..."
Finally spotting the source of the music as they came down to face them...but when they opened their mouth Niso just snickered and sputtered into his hand before breaking down into full blown giggles. "Oh GOD did you really just say wack? and YO!? HAHHAHAHA!~ Hey Luzia we got a time traveler from the 1990s!" He had no idea if that was the correct time period. It was almost a hundred years ago now, but all the same he was just left giggling, snickering and rolling his shoulders back as he let out a sigh. "Ah I needed that.~ Look I'm sure you came to Nakano looking to dish out some justice where no one else will, but let me be the first to inform you-"
Niso threw his head down, and it rose with a sharp snap like motion, his head turned to the side at an unnatural angle, a black layer of skin now coating his face in an instant, his eyes and mouth seemingly coated too. A third, thin layer formed, spreading like rapidly multiplying skin cells might, till it formed two white eyes and an eerily wide smile across the black mask of flesh, Niso's voice penetrating the self formed mask without an issue by the sounds of things.
"You're messing with the wrong people!~"
Niso all but danced to one side in the alleyway, grasping an idle piece of trash. A metal pipe that looked like it could have once been part of a bike's frame, discarded and sheered from the rest of it's former self. He then twirled back to Luzia and his eery mask grin continued as he offered it like a knight offered their sword to a queen. "Madame Painter. Would you do me the honor of decorating my weapon with your beautiful Neon? I swear to you I will be your stealthiest little friend once I have disposed of the trash who would be so bold as to jump out infront of us.~"
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 2, 2019 22:43:49 GMT -4
Happy... happy...
Luzia couldn't stop herself from melting into Niso a little, not that she wanted to anyway. His attention... it was stupid, but she ate it up anyway, she was letting herself enjoy it anyway, even if it was just a moment. The way he talked about her, to her... she let herself take it in for now, and when she did... it felt... like... she was breathing for the first time ever? It felt something like that... it was so weird to be thought of like that, she couldn't even really say how it made her feel.
"Stealthy smelthy! So what if the Yakuza catch us! We're Pinocchio and the painter!"
Luzia blinked out of her fun when Niso popped the bubble. She was still getting caught up in his wave of fun, but... no! She had to stop! Stop him! She forced a pout onto her face, pulling away from him so she could stomp her foot, narrowing her eyes at this stupid boy! "They should scare you, dumbass! Do you have any idea what they'd do to you if you got caught? You'd wish the cops got you!"
She huffed as she yelled at him, her arms tight at her side as she kept her foot planted. She wasn't usually the type to ruin someone's buzz, but this was dangerous! She had to stop him from getting in trouble, getting hurt, or even killed, even! She had heard too much, seen too much to just let this go!
She pouted at him, stared at him, trying her best to keep strong look at him. The sudden music made her pause, though. "Yeah..." she agreed, shaking her head in confirmation when Niso said he didn't bring his boombox. Like a flick of the switch, her attempt at a strong, tall position shrunk back down to hunched, meek... an attempt to blend into the background, to avoid notice.
Luzia didn't even notice the odd choice of words, not until Niso pointed it out, and when he started laughing... why was he laughing? Was what she said funny? She looked between him and the one... no, two people standing at the end of the alley, her blood going cold when she saw both of them. Shit, shit, shit, shit! Were they yakuza?! She grit her teeth in a grimace, already starting to panic, flashing back to one day where she was in an alleyway. She didn't get noticed, she had been sleeping... but she was woken up that day to some yakuza beating a guy up... beating him up for so long that he was practically a pile of blood afterwards. Her eyes flicked back to the two people, shrinking away from them a little more. She didn't want that to happen, not to her or to Niso. "We don't mean any trouble, we were just-"
Niso snapping his own neck made Luzia nearly snap her own with how quickly she looked at him. She stared at him as he... apparently grew his own mask, or something, and then taunted them! SHIT! He really was stupid! She was gonna try to talk them down, but noooo! He had to fucking provoke them! She hissed between her teeth, cursing under her breath; could they take two yakuza? If they were normal... but what if they were quirkers?!
She gripped her head, fight or flight battling in her; as far as she could tell, they were fucked, or at least, they were possibly fucked, and if they were possibly fucked, then they might as well be! She grit her teeth, dragging her nails down her temples, her panting starting to quicken, but, when Niso bowed his head to her, she suddenly stopped, blinking at him.
He wanted to fight? But... how? How could he just... want to fight?
No, fighting was bad. Running was always better.
"Fucking damnit! I told you this would happen!"
She snarled her words, then whirled around, aiming both of her hands down the alley, neon light flying down, green suddenly replacing all of the darkness. Just a few meters before her beam struck them, though, it exploded, Luzia already looking away from the sudden flash of light, away from the harsh, erratic buzzing like a flickering floruescent light. In the same movement, she grabbed Niso's arm, tugging him again, glaring at him as she started running.
"I told you this'd happen! We gotta get out of here! Come on!"
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 2, 2019 23:12:18 GMT -4
The odd girl jumped from the roof sliding on some sort of pipe that until now was barely hidden, and skates off the side of a wall, landing next to Brandon, all while continues to look at her with absolute confusion. "...Wh...wha." Suddenly she began to talk, and at once Brandon realized what kind of person she was. Her relaxed demeanor gave off the idea that she didn't give a damn about what's happening here; all that she wants is to have some fun while busting some low time punks. The problem is, for some reason this small group doesn't give off the air of amateur nor small time. There was something off about them...Something way off.
"...Y-yeah, sure I guess." He nods his head at the loud eccentric girl and faces the duo, while in the far off distance, a fire keeps on burning. There's no trying to avoid this, huh? It's gotta be about taking them down right now, huh? Well, can't blame her for being so gung ho, normally Brandon would be down for a rough fight, but, well, with how his arm is acting up at the mome...at the mome...at the moment... What the hell is he saying? He's practically been dying for a fight! All those other small time thugs like that small store? Nothing compared to what can possibly happen here! He can't refuse this offer of a lifetime, so hell yeah he's gonna help them out. "Let's do it, rad girl." He smirks underneath the helmet as he readies his boxing stance. The girl readies her sword, eerily calm and silent barring the blaring from her headphones, as with the flick of the wrist her blade ejects out. Huh, nice sword. Looks cool.
The younger looking kid starts to laugh out and mock the girl's kind of speech. Hey man, no need to say that. It's like a way of speech, man so dont try to say she's wrong in doing it...although it is kind of old timey and shit. He then started going on about something about the 1990s, leaving Brandon and the others a bit confused as to why he started to ramble on about that...only to be slightly shocked to see a thin mask suddenly appearing over his face. It's like an expresionless smile, staring at Brandon's soul with its lack of eyes. The extreme off-ness is knocking Brandon out of his groove a little, but he managed to regain a bit of his composure and ready up his scales. The first chance he gets, he's gonna punch the hell out of that kid straight in the goddamn head. The mask being magi-sorry, quirk related, will probably make sure it wont give him a harsh concussion from the impact of his scales. Although, with the way he somehow dances to pick up a pipe, he doubts this guy even knows how to fight. He's not even treating this situation in all its seriousness, even the flighty broad woman managed to pull off some sort of reserved professionalism, trying to keep him in ease from overreacting...
Oh wait, scratch that, she started to swear like a sailor. It's weird top, didn't expect that kind of language from that face. Suppose that goes to show you to never assume anything from looks al-She's aiming her hands at us. The Painter (he s assuming, since the kid placed a lot more empathizes on 'Pinocchio' so probably meant him) emitted some sort of glowly light, as if it was a bright flash at the end of the tunnel. Brandon and Chiyuri were at the end of the tunnel. All the other goons stepped out of the way in fear, and as she fired, Brandons's scales ejected out of a fight or flight response, trying to step in front of the girl. "GET OUT-THE WAY!" He fumbled on his words, but the intent was evident: He was planning to take the hit. He turned his head to avoid seeing the beam just in case it like burned off his head. Hopefully she'll aim at his chest and-AW SHIT, HIS EYES. He had them closed a bit, but even then he managed to grab the whiff of a bright light piercing the night. He stands there rubbing his eyes, trying to keep them from burning up. When he opened his eyes...they were gone. He thinks. A bit blurry.
"...The hell? Hey, where they go? W-we gotta go follow them!"
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on May 3, 2019 7:13:12 GMT -4
It seemed as though the two had differences, both of the villains arguing for a moment. Chiyuri was ready to fight, but it seemed as though only one of the villains was ready. He looked pretty scrawny, and had a strange demeanour, acting like a total creep with putting some kind of mask on. Was it part of his quirk? Was he related to the yakuza, were both of them? Or just doing their own thing? Luckily, she wouldn't need to take both of them down by herself, she had this other guy to help her out. “Hey, creep, you don't talk to me like that. I ain't tryna tell you what to act like, but you seem like you wanna brin-” before Chiyuri could finish speaking, the other person, who she assumed was 'Painter', suddenly flashed some crazy quirk beam at both her and her partner. It was a huge green flash, which she could vibe with, but it was pretty blinding. She covered her face a bit, noticing out of what little sight there was that her partner-in-crime-prevention had jumped in front of her for protection. It was a nice gesture, as this did provide a good opportunity for her, since the sky was pretty bleak and not much light was coming through. Summoning the strength to do so, Chiyuri took in the bright neon, creating the energy she needed for her quirk to activate.
As the light dissipated, and her vision came back to her a bit faster than her apparent knight in a cool jacket, she noticed the two duck around a corner at the end of the alley they were facing. Standing upright with her freshly-made light copy by her side, her eyes lit up, and faced her partner, now a little bit more scaly than he was before. Had to be his quirk, some kind of armour. Hearing his exclamation, she said “Yeah, let's go catch these punks! Also, we can talk names on the way, but call me Emerald. Follow me!” and began to jet forward with her skates. Hopefully he could catch up, but Chiyuri wasn't going max speed yet, just in case he couldn't. Those two were gonna get a taste of the blade, for the sake of Tokyo! She wasn't too familiar with the streets of Nakano, but if she could catch them in her view she got catch up to them!
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Post by Niso Konto on May 3, 2019 7:48:38 GMT -4
Niso blinked as Luzia showed fear and caution in the face of this instead of elation like him. In his mind it was clear these were vigilantes or wanna be heroes, not having the air of a yakuza boss or the like. Heck not even the cheeky kid of a yakuza boss who was trying to prove themselves, and in the times of trying to face down the police would they REALLY care about anyone who was making more work for them? All the same, Luzia was clearly far more of a scaredy cat in the face of foes she perceived as ‘bigger’ than Niso had ever thought of her when creating an image of the painter in his mind. This was her? The woman who created beautiful corpses of the people who had wronged her or looked down on her. The one who would bathe their death in neon and create visual spectacles that left him in awe?
A bright flash of light briefly distracted him, the light muted a little as he was looking through the translucent layer of flesh that coated his eyes, yet still he felt he was left a little dazed and blinded. Not enough to be completely blinded, but with Luzia tugging him along to run they were already a few alleyways away before he really realized where they were, at which point he’d start to catch up mentally too, yelling a little to make sure they could hear eachother over their own hurried breaths.
“W-wait! What exactly are we running for! They’re nothing to worry about! You really think if it was the yakuza they wouldn’t load a few bullets!? And-!” it was a little difficult but with a burst of speed that made his leg muscles ache, he tried to push past her just a little, spreading his arms, and if she ran into him, he catch her in them, the flesh mask spreading from the center to reveal his face. “Luzia…” He spoke in a hushed voice for her real name to make sure anyone who chased them didn’t catch it. “You’re the painter. A name many know and some even fear. You’re a local legend as much as you find it hard to see. You are a powerful force of beautiful neon. And them? We’re not even sure they’re Yakuza! They’re nobody! You really think you of all people have anything to fear from them, especially when you have me, an almost suicidally insane maniac willing to put my entire body on the line for you?”
He grasped her hand and held it between them. “Come on…I know you’re scared…but I know they have more to fear from you then you have from then. You’re the painter…!~”
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 11, 2019 15:43:52 GMT -4
She ran, pulling Niso along by his arm, running through backalleys, past dumpsters, fences, and other junk that she didn't really bother to identify, but instinctively put into her mind anyway, for now, in case they could be useful later, and because they contributed to her map of the area. She flew by them, even when Niso was barely keeping up, just because they had to get away. She could already hear Niso panting, but she hadn't even broken a sweat yet.
“W-wait! What exactly are we running for! They’re nothing to worry about! You really think if it was the yakuza they wouldn’t load a few bullets!?"
Luzia narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth softly. Yakuza... heroes... vigilantes... it didn't really matter who they were. They were dangerous... they were unknown, they could be anything. So what if they didn't shoot on sight? All that meant was that they had the chance to get away before they got hurt, before they needed to fight.
Running away was better. Getting away was better. Not getting hurt was better.
She was looking over her shoulder, looking back to see where their chasers were, barely noticing Niso pushing his muscles just a little farther than they were supposed to work just to get ahead of her. She looked forward again, to focus again on where she was going, and she gasped in surprise; she not only ran into him, but nearly knocked him over! She grabbed his back, clinging to it as she skidded to a halt, only barely managing to not knock them both to the ground. When they finally stopped, Luzia was clinging to him to keep both of them up. She immediately shot her head up to him, somewhere between confusion and anger, wondering why he did that when they needed to run.
As soon as he spoke, giving her that soft, quiet tone, spreading his mask-thing just to look at her... at least some of her anger faded, and was soon replaced by embarrassment, by a blush, by her eyes nervously darting away from him, even has her hands gently curled into his chest. He talked about her being scary... strong... being the Painter... he talked about her like she was awesome.
She wasn't.
Luzia shook her head, even as Niso took her hands, gritting her teeth softly. "Niso-kun... no, no I'm not! I...-"
How could she explain it? She was the Painter... but she wasn't... she was just a killer, a murderer, she wasn't this... this yokai or whatever Niso thought she was. She was the Painter, but... she didn't feel like the Painter. She couldn't be the Painter because she didn't feel like it! She almost teared up, grimacing at the thought of disappointing Niso, that thought feeling like a knife in her chest. She shook her head, looking back up at him, trying to glare agian, to try to focus on safety.
"So what if they're not Yakuza? We could still get hurt! We should go!"
(WC 503)
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 11, 2019 18:24:29 GMT -4
Even with his helmet, the light was so bright it managed to leak through. Blinking his eyes, Brandon looks at his partner, and for a second he thought that the light did much more damage to his head than he thought. A shining figure stands next to her, and it vaguely has the same shape as her. He blinks just to make sure, since his vision is still a bit blurry. Lifting up his visor, he starts rubbing his eyes, and takes another look at her. Yup, the second girl is still there. It must be her quirk, otherwise this person had a sort of twin sister who glows in the night that just came out of nowhere to help her out. Still, now they have three, and they're just two. The advantage of numbers is now on their side.
Brandon cracks his neck from side to side as he readies himself. His fellow vigilante, Emerald as she calls herself, faces him with her shining eyes, and jets off, giving chase to the two escaped basterds. Brandon stood there for a second, then realized that he was being left behind. Gonna have to haul ass to catch up with her. Brandon gives off a small smirk as he follows the two, running with no end at sight, and no reason to even stop for a second.
He missed this. He missed this kind of action. For a while he was merely 'content' with just leaving things at the side or handling small time robberies. The incident at the station left him bitter over being unable to stop bigger events...but now? Even if this isn't big, the fact that he can actually do something against these shitty assholes...it awakened something in him. For some reason he feels like there's no stopping him now.
Steam bursts out of his body as he rushes through the streets. His scales have become harder. Drag-On's starting to wake up.
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on May 23, 2019 4:19:07 GMT -4
As Chiyuri rushed through, her light copy by her side, the streets became more of a blur than a place, hot on the trail of those two villains. She was aware that she probably left her new partner behind, but she had no qualms in believing he could keep up. The smooth vision of the buildings fuelled her desire to go faster, faster than anyone normally should go without something like a car or a bike, and even that feeling was amplified by wanting to catch those two in the act, getting up close and personal with them. Although, one of them seemed way more afraid than the other – the one Chiyuri could identify as the “Painter” seemed very passive, wanting to get away rather than have a proper showdown, while the other kid seemed very much interested in a scrap, picking up a pipe to use. Not that it was something to fear, she could probably cut through it.
But now she was speeding through the alleyways, as she was catching up to them, she got more glimpses of them running, from just seeing them duck into a new cramped alley, to catching them in full body moving into the next winding part of the maze of Nakano. But after a quick burst of speed from her skates, she managed to see them, strangely enough, fully stopped, and arguing. Well, that was gonna change. “Yo, I can do this all day, now do you wanna show down with me and my 'associate' here and my partner who's coming up, or do you wanna turn yourselves in, because I'm more than happy to send both of y'all back to where you came from in a body bag, you feel me?” said Chiyuri, holding her sword aloft in a fighting stance.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 3, 2019 6:37:39 GMT -4
Niso looked at Luzia with some confusion. His inability to empathize with emotions as they were displayed to him made it difficult to see what kind of affect his words were having on her. The twisting knife sensation his view of her may of provided or even the genuine fear she may have felt from seeing herself as so small in the face of their chasers. To him they were just some idiots who picked on the wrong people, but he couldn’t see that to luzia they were a very real and genuine threat.
Pulling out of her arms a little, he was still bewildered by the fact the painter he’d pictured was trying to turn tail and run, but he couldn’t focus on that too much when one of their chasers managed to track them down. He could take the time to console Luzia, assure her she was strong enough in his eyes…but that wasn’t his style. He turned away from her to face the person chasing them with a casual shrug, his mask reforming before he faced the vigilante, and reaching a hand inside of his jacket.
“Well if you want to run Painter I can’t question that, buuuuut if I’m gonna be here holding this lot off you may as well take the surprise I was keeping for you.~” Pulling out a small cube of tightly wrapped powder, Niso had stolen this from the scene of one of his own crimes a short while back. He tossed it over his shoulder with a decent aim for Luzia to catch it if she wasn’t too caught off guard. He’d peer over his shoulder with a cheeky smirk, the side of his face facing her peeling back to show it. “Go find somewhere to enjoy that while I take care of the riffraff for you hm?~”
Mask fully reformed, he’d face the woman chasing them and her odd little partner made of light, reaching down to pick up some random bit of street debris, be it a pipe or a discarded bat or heck he’d even just take a loose bit of a drainage pipe. “Well, while my princess enjoys her present, how about you ‘bring me to justice’ hm?~” He’d lightly pat the random weapon against his palm with a growing smirk, very eager to have his fun letting loose on this woman who thought she could harm him.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jul 1, 2019 21:41:38 GMT -4
Luzia only felt fear and concern; confidence was a far concept, it was not something she had any any significant amount. She was looking over her shoulder constantly, keeping an eye on the completely and utterly unknown threat that was constantly looming over them. They could be anything; heroes ready to beat them and throw them in jail, they could be bad people looking to beat someone within an inch of their lives, or they could even be angry mobsters ready to kill. They could be anything, and it was always better to run from things they didn't know; running meant safety, safety meant survival. She had several scars that taught her that lesson.
But... Niso pulled away from her, and Luzia's heart sank. He stared at her like she was alien, like he was thinking less of her... but then he did something that sent a chill through her, something that made the blood freeze in her veins, made her go wide-eyed, and made her feel like she failed... he turned away and shrugged. Her throat went dry, her heart stopped in her chest, and she forgot to breath as he just... let go of her and walked away.
“Well if you want to run Painter I can’t question that, buuuuut if I’m gonna be here holding this lot off you may as well take the surprise I was keeping for you.~”
She barely reacted, so shocked that she was barely able to move, but she managed to catch the little white package he tossed to her, looking at it briefly before looking back at him as he spoke again. “Go find somewhere to enjoy that while I take care of the riffraff for you hm?~” Luzia stared at him, her breath completely hitched in her chest. He smiled at her, he smiled at her... but she knew what he meant. What he really meant. She could feel her heart in the pit of her stomach, she could feel just... everything freeze.
He hated her.
She could feel herself tearing up, standing there in shock, unable to breath. He... hated her. He thought she was weak, he thought she was worthless. She went wide-eyed, gasping as she came to a realization: he wanted her to be nobody! Luzia choked on air as that thought stabbed her in the heart like a knife, almost literally feeling it in her chest. He hated her! This really nice, really good person, her friend, wanted to leave her! He didn't want to be with her anymore!
"N... No...."
Tears leaked out of the corners of her mask, Luzia stumbling backwards as she held her head with both hands. Pure horror washed over her like a frozen wave of air, replacing all of the fear, making her cold veins, her inability to breathe even stronger. Why did he not want to be with her anymore? Why did he want her to not exist anymore?! Was it because she wanted to run?! Was it so bad?! Luzia tried to breath again, but her body didn't let her. She couldn't feel herself move, everything was frozen, everything was completely still... but her mind raced, zipping around like electricity, over and over and over she asked herself the same questions, wondering why, why this was happening. He was so nice, why did he have to want her to be gone?! Wondering why he was abandoning her, wondering what would happen now that he didn't like her anymore, all while that icy knife twisted and spun in her chest. It felt like forever... it felt like she stood there for three years, trying to figure it out, but once again, she came to a realization, one that let her take a breath, but this one let her feel warm again, if just for a second.
It was their fault.
“Yo, I can do this all day, now do you wanna show down with me and my 'associate' here and my partner who's coming up, or do you wanna turn yourselves in, because I'm more than happy to send both of y'all back to where you came from in a body bag, you feel me?”
Luzia's entire body twitched, just once, as the person talked. She didn't hear every word, she wasn't paying attention. All of the cold inside of her, it was all warming up, until her blood went from cold to warm to hot to boiling hot. It was hate, the same hate she felt with that blonde, the same hate she felt for every single U.A. student. It made her blood boil, it made her throat tight, but it was all different than the sort of breathlessness she felt when she was cold. It was their fault her friend wanted to leave her. It was there fault that he didn't like her anymore. It was their fault that she could barely eat. It was their fault she didn't have a home!
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
Tears were streaming down her face, leaking out from the corners of her mask, making it hard to see, but not hard enough for her to not be able to attack. She whirled back towards Niso, towards the bastards that ruined her life, pulling out a knife as she let out a horrible, pained scream. Neon burst from her body, throwing her past Niso, jumping towards the skater girl with a wild, feral swing in an attempt to stab her, and even then, moving to stab and slash at her over and over and over again like a crazed animal. Each swing, she could see, she could feel every single thing life took from her, and swung with all of the pain and hate that her body could muster. She channeled hate, fury, and revenge as she tried, over and over and over to stab, to cut, to tear open this girl, this person that ruined her relationship with one of the few people in this world that liked her, that wanted to be with her, was actually nice to her.
The Painter lived.
(WC 1015)
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Post by Brandon Drake on Jul 1, 2019 22:57:20 GMT -4
Goddamn it, that lady can go fucking fast, huh? Is that cause of the weird ass skates or something?!
Brandon huffs as the scales that bursted through parts of his jacket ejected some steam as he chased after his new crimefighting partner and her bright doppelgänger. The streets around them were ignored in favor of chasing after the criminals that jetted out of their sights. Though...why would they care about the state of Nakano right now? Not the actual city, mind you. He really wants to get it back in peak shape...but the actual sights around him are just so horrible to look at. Perhaps it's better to place his focus on the two assholes...otherwise he might get even more mad at them. The steam increases, as he rushes towards Chiyuri every time she made a turn.
He's starting to noticed something. Even with the amount of scales that have formed on his body increasing, he doesn't feel like he's slowing down. In fact...it's almost like he's getting faster? Does that make sense? Can someone wearing a huge set of armor get faster despite the weight? No! He's not that dumb to assume that! So then...how the hell is he getting faster?! Is it the steam that's bursting out of his scales? Is that the reason? Either way, he's not complaining. In fact, he actually likes that he's getting faster! He's gonna catch up to his partner in no time and stop those assholes! He smirks underneath the helmet as he continues on his way.
He starts to slow down a bit after noticing that up ahead, Chiyuri stopped. Looks like she found them. Someone appears to be yelling though. A shrill loud voice saying...something involving Fault...what could that be?
The hell is...the hell is that light?! Some sort of weird bright shined as it rushed toward Chiruyi. Brandon starts to sweat, as if he started to get a bad feeling about this. "Not good, not good, not good!" He shouldn't have slowed down. "NOT GOOD! YO! GET OUT OF THE WAY, ASSHOLE!" he tries to yell, even though it will fall on deaf ears/ was already too late. He readies his fist, even though it's still far away. He still has to try, damn it! Come on, new speed burst, come on! If by some miracle he gets there before Chiyuri straight up dies or gets badly injured, he'll probably try to punch her assailant away. Although, at the end of the day, it's just that. A miracle. Something that could barely happen. There was a reason that they got away fast, and it was that weird light. That lady...there's something weird with her.
Something in the way she acts. Something about that doesn't make sense. In a way, that was the biggest obstacle for all of them. For Pinocchio, for Emerald, and for Drag-On. Their opponent wasn't each other...but her actions. Something that can change the flow of the battlefield in an instant...for the worst or for the better.
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