Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2019 8:29:19 GMT -4
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Dragon Queen threw out a punch, her violet fist crashing into the face of the thug she gripped by the collar. The man was out like a light, limp in her arms like a sack of potatoes. She tossed him to the ground in a heap with the other ones, turning to inspect the scene. "Is everyone okay?" Izanami asked, as the bank patrons began to climb out from behind desks and counters, breathing an uneasy sigh of relief. Looking around it was quite clear a brawl had taken place, bullet holes and burn marks alike riddled the walls, and Izanami had several superficial gunshot wounds through the membranes of her wings. These would heal quickly, she regenerated the soft tissue of her wings fast compared to the rest of her body.
"Yes Dragon Queen!" The bank manager said, rising unsteadily to his feet and wiping his brow of sweat. "I think everyone's alright. Thank goodness you showed up when you did." The bank had fallen victim to a robbery, a half dozen thugs in masks and armed well for street rats had stormed the building taking hostages and demanding access to the vault. One had a strength enhancement Quirk, and another could manipulate electricity. They'd used the latter's Quirk to disable the silent alarm and fry the patron's cell phones, delaying the time it took police to respond.
"Lucky you I was in the area." Izanami said with a smile, patting the man on the back and helping him towards a chair so he could recover his thoughts. "What you did was smart, having everyone take cover in advance." Dragon Queen then turned to address the bank patrons and clerks. "Alright, someone find some rope, or anything we use to shackle these thugs until police arrive. Anyone with a working cell phone, get a call through to emergency services, then you can go about calling your loved ones to tell them you're ok." With the imminent threat averted, Dragon Queen shifted into crisis management. It was sometimes nearly as important as stopping disasters in the first place, people tended to panic without strong leadership and hurt themselves or others in that chaos.
Dragon Queen bend down onto one knee, inspecting the men she'd pummeled into unconsciousness. She was fairly sure she'd broken several wrists, shattered some ribs, and broken one man's jaw. But they were all alive and breathing, which was good enough for her. She began taking their weapons off them, removing the magazines and setting them on a table. Evidence for the police when they arrived. Once the thugs were properly disarmed, Izanami could finally begin to relax. Stretching her wings, she touched as the spherical wounds punctured in them. It hurt to the touch, but the bleeding at stopped by now. Rather than scab over the issue was already beginning to mend, soft pink membrane growing in. Within a day or so it would mature into its proper golden color.
Izanami reached into her pocket, retrieving her phone. She wanted to send this text before the media arrived, and she'd be swarmed with interviews and reporters prying her with questions. Scrolling through her contacts she found one young Itsuki Kouta, the orphan boy with the powerful shadow Quirk. Her protege in training, or rather, he would be soon enough. Izanami quickly typed out a text to the teen.With that taken care of, Dragon Queen placed her phone back into her belt pocket. Just as she did the first television news vans were pulling up on the scene. Police cruisers weren't far behind, and soon officers and press alike were rushing through the doors. Police had the thugs quickly handcuffed and placed on stretchers, they'd be send to the nearest hospital before they were carted off to jail. The media wasted no time trying to get statements from the police sergeant, the bank manager, and Izanami herself. She obliged them with her end of the story. "Pretty standard procedure for me. I was flying on patrol when I heard the warning shots fired inside the bank. I rushed in to help and saw the robbery. After that it was just me neutralizing the threat as quickly as I could, with as little risk to the civilians as possible." Izanami wiped her hands and smiled at the camera. "All in a day's work for Dragon Queen."
"Yes Dragon Queen!" The bank manager said, rising unsteadily to his feet and wiping his brow of sweat. "I think everyone's alright. Thank goodness you showed up when you did." The bank had fallen victim to a robbery, a half dozen thugs in masks and armed well for street rats had stormed the building taking hostages and demanding access to the vault. One had a strength enhancement Quirk, and another could manipulate electricity. They'd used the latter's Quirk to disable the silent alarm and fry the patron's cell phones, delaying the time it took police to respond.
"Lucky you I was in the area." Izanami said with a smile, patting the man on the back and helping him towards a chair so he could recover his thoughts. "What you did was smart, having everyone take cover in advance." Dragon Queen then turned to address the bank patrons and clerks. "Alright, someone find some rope, or anything we use to shackle these thugs until police arrive. Anyone with a working cell phone, get a call through to emergency services, then you can go about calling your loved ones to tell them you're ok." With the imminent threat averted, Dragon Queen shifted into crisis management. It was sometimes nearly as important as stopping disasters in the first place, people tended to panic without strong leadership and hurt themselves or others in that chaos.
Dragon Queen bend down onto one knee, inspecting the men she'd pummeled into unconsciousness. She was fairly sure she'd broken several wrists, shattered some ribs, and broken one man's jaw. But they were all alive and breathing, which was good enough for her. She began taking their weapons off them, removing the magazines and setting them on a table. Evidence for the police when they arrived. Once the thugs were properly disarmed, Izanami could finally begin to relax. Stretching her wings, she touched as the spherical wounds punctured in them. It hurt to the touch, but the bleeding at stopped by now. Rather than scab over the issue was already beginning to mend, soft pink membrane growing in. Within a day or so it would mature into its proper golden color.
Izanami reached into her pocket, retrieving her phone. She wanted to send this text before the media arrived, and she'd be swarmed with interviews and reporters prying her with questions. Scrolling through her contacts she found one young Itsuki Kouta, the orphan boy with the powerful shadow Quirk. Her protege in training, or rather, he would be soon enough. Izanami quickly typed out a text to the teen.
"Hey Itsuki, I'll be little later than I expected. Something came out, bank robbery in the Minato Ward. Everything's handled now. I'll be at the orphanage in about thirty minutes to pick you up. Maybe forty five depending on the press. <3"
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