Concerns (Luzia, Niso)

Niso had a hell of fun making a punching bag out of himself. You wouldn’t think being banged left and right, this way and that by a bunch of big men would be any fun but…

Ya know what. That was probably Luzia’s ideal night.

Shaking the vile thought from his head with a shudder of disgust, Niso cleared his train of thought and tried that again. Ultimately while he had been through a lot of pain, he always had an odd relationship with the sensation. Pain was a warning the body was in danger. That’s why when an anime character had ‘no sense of pain’ it was probably a bad thing more than it was a good thing. Sure, the pain would never stop them from fighting, but without those signals they probably had a lot more damage caused to their body just by fighting where they shouldn’t have. Niso had an opposing relation. His pain was immense. Thanks to how frail he made himself in order to ragdoll through attacks, minimizing major damage and making it far easier to ultimately recover, Niso felt pain much more than the average person. But, unlike the average person, he knew he could ignore a majority of these signals.

To compare, he once read of a therapy where subjects drank booze that made them vomit, so the idea of any booze made them vomit. For Niso, he had learned his pain response produced nothing in terms of permanent damage or life threatening circumstances, so he’d developed a laughter response to this agonizing sensation. It still hurt like crap, but like a child laughing through pain he…well, he was a child, laughing through pain.

Ultimately though the fun in this had come from seeing what people could dish out and watching them get competitive. All the while, Niso was subtly learning. That guy could use fire, if you every need to kill him, prepare by making your skin more moist. That guy had a huge rocky build. Harden your skin subtly and prepare to ragdoll. His joints open up to reveal softer skin, stab him there. That guy had bat wings and some weird anger problem he wanted to take out on Niso. Rile him up and watch him burn his own stamina. One by one he’d learned that all of them had ways to be handled should Niso ever find himself needing to be done with them personally, and, in turn, he’d learned none of them could kill him easily either. What a satisfying thing to learn.

Of course, Luzia wasn’t going to have been too happy with that. She had some weirdly protective habit over him. How odd. It was almost as if she cared for him. Oh well! He wasn’t to question the painter’s desires and wants, only fulfil them, so he’d just not told her he was putting himself through such agony. What he had however forgotten to do was fully heal himself. I mean god, he was so busy healing the broken bones, the ruptured lungs, and the shattered kidneys, that he’d rocked up to the meeting place with Kyoko with one hell of a black eye shining across the right side of his face. He really should carry a mirror unless he wants Luzia to kill him for nearly getting himself killed.

As he rocked up to the meeting place, he’d spot Luzia arriving at the same time, oblivious to the injury clear on his face and tipping over to give a playful wave as he bent to his side before looking at kyoko, his eyes already on the dunk tank behind her, rubbing his hands together eagerly the moment it was clear it was for him. This would give him nowhere near as much information as being beaten half to death would, BUT, it still seemed unique and fun! Oh kyoko was learning how to push his buttons so well! “On it chief!~” He’d playfully yell out with a salute and an upright stance, before diving over and through the henna stand and clambering up to the board hanging over the dunk tank.

As Niso got into position, removing his jacket and shirt that he’d stolen to replace the bloodied ones he’d worn earlier today removed, he rolled his shoulders back idly, again, not minding the various old scars being exposed on his now bare torso. They were very old, many that Luzia would have seen before, all remnants of his time at the orphanage. Some had since disappeared, or seemed…’cut in half’ by fresher flesh. While Niso didn’t bother to re-organize his cells to remove the scars, whenever he received a wound were a scar was, he healed fully where it used to be. If anything, Niso was getting hurt more now wherever you COULDN’T find an old scar.

An ear out towards his ‘boss’ as Luzia was called over to do her artistic work, he’d lean over on his hand, idly kicking his legs off the edge of the dunk board. “The Vagabonds? Is that those weirdos calling themselves ‘the boys’ or something? Think I saw them in that villain chat thing.”

Kyoko was glad Luzia at least liked the henna tattoo idea, she was a rather interesting girl. A bit more young and playful mentally but Kyoko managed to enjoy the girl's whims and such. It was the nature of being an artist after all and the girl had an eye for color theory and such, maybe it's cause of her quirk? Who knows.  She looked over to Niso, he seemed to somewhat enjoy the tank as well since well....she didnt really know, she knew exactly that he wanted to probably sit there and get beat up while they talked but that's kind of a difficult obstacle to overcome in the middle of a discussion. She also knew the Luzia was always extremely displeased when he was hurt and so she wanted to respect the girl's wishes.

"Well. You're both right." she said giving her hand to luzia, he flawless skin and polished nails glistening for a sec. She smirked as Kyoko loved to use beauty products and skin care things to keep her youthful appearance up. "Well im not sure about a ship, I at least haven't looked into the types of property they have. Since at first glance they just seem like a bunch of murder hobos." she said as she acted carefree when talking about the situation. "However." she said becoming a bit more serious, "Im worried about their intentions. They cornered me the other day when I agreed to meet up with them." she fudged the details a bit, she did agree to meet with them. But however the meeting took a fast nose dive when she realized that they were a serious threat to Eternity if she tried to oppose them. Jean Luc managed to sneak up on her, savage was a giant monster of a man, and Jean Luc seemed to be able to rival her own intellect which frightened her the most out of all of them, the worst part? There was more of them. "They wanted to partner with Eternity, however I think it's just a ploy. I dont trust them."  she said "I'm afraid that even though they have smaller numbers than us. I believe they rival us in strength, if  not equal then they are more powerful in raw strength." As she expressed her concern to her allies. 

"I've recruited some new people in an effort to try and even out the odds. A woman by the name of Ndeye and a guy who's literal name is John Doe. You'd possibly have a lot of fun with him Niso" she said notifying the two of them of the new friends/ playmates. "I wanted you guys to also see if you can start training Maeko and the other members who are a bit weaker when compared to yourselfs. including me, I cant fight without my whips and even then they are still a new part of my quirk and cant use them the best. If a war is coming I want to give us the best chance possible of winning and the best way  of doing that is by being 10 steps ahead of them." she said "Thoughts so far?" she asked curiously wondering how Luzia and Niso are taking this huge amount of knowledge and stress dumping all at once. She wanted to see how they'd react to such a sudden threat popping up out of nowhere, she hoped they took it well. This line of work was a breeze for them so far since it was only thunder who opposed them but now a new threat even more dangerous than him had appeared. The peace she hoped would last but needed to prepare for if it was only temporary.

She had started to 'work', but in Luzia's case, that started with thinking. 'Tech' wasn't really a specific request, which made designing harder. She almost wanted to just slap a phone on her hand, but that voice was pretty small, just a passing, cheeky thought. What's tech supposed to be, even? Luzia pursed her lips in thought, staring into space, slowly starting to remember cyber clothes, and then she remembered seeing something in Kyoko's room once... what did she call it...? She was remembering now, it had lines and circles in it... wait! She called it a sirkit board! Yeah! She remembered it now, it was kinda cool in a weird way... she could use that!

Finally, Luzia actually got to work, remembering the piece of tech she saw and putting those designs on Kyoko's hand slowly. It was hard to get into the zone when she was supposed to pay attention to the conversation, which she was sure would make her art worse, especially since she was drawing on skin, something she didn't doodle on as much, but she still paid attention anyway, because Kyoko wanted her to.

What she was talking about, though... it felt a little bit over her head. Vagabonds, a group she heard in passing on the news, but she couldn't remember much on them right now. Kyoko was worried about them, which Luzia could understand, even if she didn't know anything about them; being wary is what kept you good on the streets. She peeked her eyes up, looking back down when Kyoko said she was already working on fixing her worries, relieving the ones - more for herself than for the group - that Luzia had. She did a double-take, looking back up at Kyoko when she said she wanted them to train the new people.

Niso spoke first, and Luzia nodded in agreement, looking up at Kyoko in surprise. "I don't really know a lot about fighting either. I just kind of... fight. I picked a few things up, but everyone probably knows what I know..." She frowned a little as she admitted that, looking into the distance, starting to wonder if she should find some sort of trainer or something. Niso's final comment, though, made her pout, shooting a soft glare at him.

"Definitely not."

(WC 382)