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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 21, 2019 21:00:30 GMT -4
When one imagines the kinds of struggles a villain would go through, about the very last thing that would come to mind would be laundry day. But villains are still human, and every human must face that trial at some point in their lives. The trial of wearing clothing that you would never in your right mind want to.
All of Goro’s regular shirts were in the wash. Most were at the cleaners, but he’d gotten blood on one of his dress shirts and had to wash it by hand. It was still drying, and for a brief moment he’d thought he was out of shirts entirely. After looking through his wardrobe again, he’d been proven wrong. There was one thing. Something he’d bought for use as a disguise, only to push into the very back of his wardrobe the very next day out of disgust.
It was garish. Bright purple and orange sunsets behind equally bright palm trees and flowers in a tiled pattern, the absolute worst hawaiian shirts had to offer. Why had he ever thought this was a good idea? Just looking at it made him feel tired, but what else could he do, go without a shirt entirely?
He’d put it on with the intent to simply pop down to the cleaner’s, pick his actual shirts back up, and immediately change into clothes that a human being would wear, rather than some horrid tropical demon, but apparently a new hire had SPILLED SOMETHING on his clothes, and they’d need another day in the wash.
So that was what got him to this point, sat in a sad, dingy bar in Shinagawa Terminal. His wings were curled around him, as if to hide the shirt as best he could, but something so garish wouldn’t give up without a fight. Even when he couldn’t see it, it was all he could picture in his minds’ eye, how fucking ridiculous he must look. He was so distracted that he couldn’t even taste how bad the coffee he’d ordered was. God, the bartender must’ve expected him to order a fucking margarita or something. Some real Island Boy shit. What an asshole he looked like.
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Post by Souta on Oct 21, 2019 22:31:20 GMT -4
There’s a few different ways to live out your life. There’s the cautious dull way; looking behind your shoulder and glancing at each corner out of fear. As if someone is out to get you. Paranoia. There’s the obsession to follow either someone or something, some sort of ideal perhaps. To place your whole being into it, no matter if it’s right or wrong. There are those with no such drive; they are aimless, lost, confused. Cling onto other ideals or people and allow themselves to be absorbed into it, nothing more than a separate monotonous extension of it. Then there are those who are the thrillseekers. Each day you must consider yourself that it may be your last, if only so you can go full out and do whatever you can. Take it all for yourself. Entertainment. Money. Lives. Power. It’s all yours if you know the right people, so go out and get them.
A man with a long punk rock-like coat stands among a small group, discussing some stuff with fellow Terminal outgoers. This place overall is currently the boom of public activity. More people to talk to. More acquaintances to discuss certain issues with. Perhaps to get into certain...job details. Once the issue passes and they begin to talk about other subjects, he quietly bows out, looking for other groups to make acquaintances. But not before leaving them behind a card of his info. Easy to call him, hard to track back. A nice number to have. After he repeats this process several times, he leaves out of the current building and walks out in the night. A drunken man stumbles out in the open, bumping into to a red haired tall lean figure with a bump on his back. He stops as the drunkard continues stumbling. And then he stopped stumbling. He instead started to shake and convulse, with weird purple veins emerging on his skin, then slowly fading out. Choking on his own spit perhaps. Many drunk people do that. He lies on the ground with mouth agape, as the red haired man walks further ahead in the distance, with something quickly retracting from under his coat
The bar is nothing more but a quick pit stop for him. He just has to take a quick break. Perhaps take a small drink up here. Perhaps take up one of his several idols’ favorite drinks. Could be quite the experience. He looks around for the bartender, who appears to be hiding something beneath that dark brown winged shroud of his. Wings that seem..quite familiar. Fondly familiar. He smirks as he removes his hands from his coat as he walks up aside of the winged compatriot, asking for a drink. If he moves slightly, perhaps he can see whatever outfit he’s wearing.
If he did, he’ll start laughing.
“Odd choice of drink. You saving yourself for something later?" He comments dryly with a slight smirk on his face, while glazing over the wings. It looks familar, which one of his 'idols' have these wings? The mind is fickle. It'll take him a while to remember it, but for now...this guy seems interersting
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 24, 2019 16:48:24 GMT -4
Oh, jesus christ, this was the last thing Goro wanted. Someone coming up to him and talking to him while he’s dressed like this. It was bad enough to be out in public in this state, but actually talking to someone? There was no fucking way he was talking to him for any reason beyond making fun of his shirt.
And he was asking about his drink, as well? Oh, he for sure had something to say about the fucking hawaiian shirt. He’s gonna follow up with telling him he’s lost, that he should head down to fucking Margaritatown and drink something suitable for him.
He rolled his eyes and looked up at the asshole in front of him, making sure to keep his wings in the same position. “No, I don’t drink. Believe it or not, I’m fucking tired, I need this.” He hissed. “So, what the fuck do you want, anyway?”
GOD
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Why’d he have to fucking ask that? Now this goon’s gonna point out his shirt, or he’ll want something else and Goro will have to keep the conversation going, because getting up and leaving would show off his awful fashion choice. He was getting a headache just fucking thinking about it. His wings twitched in irritation.
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Post by Souta on Oct 24, 2019 20:23:38 GMT -4
He lets out a small chuckle. “I can understand. The night is young, easy to waste away if you’re not too careful.” He continues to eye at the wings, graciously presented to him by way of not wanting to expose his ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. Among the list of names he has burned down his memory, which one had these sort of wings? The features on them are clearly bat related. It’s plain as the eye can see. Could it be that one obscure assassin he often uses for material? Hmmm...no, he wasn’t a bat mutation. Disregarding the aesthetic, no bat features were present. Perhaps it was that one niche one time criminal who claimed they drank bat blood, and claimed their quirk grew from that. But that was different than this: these wings are just somehow familiar to him, but he just can't put his finger…
Until it hit him. Of course. One of his favorites. Up there with the current head honchos and the past legends. He may have been underground for the majority of his reign, but to him, it was a fantastic period of crime and style that can never be recaptured in today's climate. He had wings as well. And wouldn't you know...they look oddly like this stupid nerd's wings. What with his weird hawaiian shirt.
"Sorry to ask you, but has anyone told you that your wings look like...hmm..." He quietly shakes his drink. "Have you ever heard of the exploits of the man known as Xenovader?"
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 26, 2019 20:13:38 GMT -4
It was as Goro had feared. Giving this guy a response only made him think Goro wanted to talk to him. He’d even gotten closer now, and had a peek at what lay beneath Goro’s tightly-wrapped wings. Fuck, he was even laughing at him now, he must’ve caught an eyeful of purple. His wings had been getting sore from being held in this position for so long, and there was no use if they weren’t even hiding the shirt, so Goro let them loosen up and lift back into the air.
“The night is to me as day is to most people. Or at least, it should be,” He took another sip of coffee at that, “But, of course, you can’t live your life like that. I have to be awake during the day too, to keep up with the world. So, coffee.”
Then, the thug mentioned something that actually piqued his curiosity. Xenovader. Of course he’d heard of him, as far as Goro was concerned any self-respecting villain should. “The serial killer and self-proclaimed martian, yes?” replied Goro. “I’ve heard a lot about him, certainly. I’ve only ever seen security footage of his snake-like abilities, though, no images of his wings. Though, I’ve certainly seen reports of them. No, no one’s ever told me there was a resemblance.”
He still really didn’t want to talk to anyone in a state like this, but if this guy really did have information about Xenovader, there was no way Goro was passing the opportunity up.
“So, how have you seen his wings?”
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Post by Souta on Oct 26, 2019 20:58:28 GMT -4
God what a great gimmick. Well, it's not that his overall theme WAS a martian. it was just that whatever he says or does, he just does all that shit without caring. A sense of...displeasure to the world itself fueled their actions. Simple killing, lavish assassinations, all in all done with such flair and arrogance that one cannot say they were not having fun from it. Gleeful arrogance. Killing anyone who deserved it. Truly the mark of a wonderful villain.
(This was all from the lens of this 'fanboy,' mind you. No one really knows what this supposed Xenovader actually thought of while performing these murders. For all they knew, they could have been targeting specific people for some minor detail.)
"Hoooh, I see you have some taste then..." He chuckles a bit witnessing the horrible glory that was Goro's hawaiian shirt. Then again, he was wearing a garish red coat. "Yes I have met him...once, twice. You should have seen him in action. A lowly worker, wasting away until this figured dropped and killed all but 5 people? Then simply waved his hand and walked away...Ahahhaahaha..." he softly chuckles a bit more. "I then killed that worker and the rest after watching from the outside. Xenovader just passed by me. He knew what I did. And all he did was let out a soft laughter, then flew off. The wings he used remind me of yours. More details on his. More scars on yours oddly enough." He grabs his drink and slightly shakes it. "Maekawa at your service. I suppose then you also hold an interest for the greats. For those who want to shake up the status quo, hmm?"
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 28, 2019 21:01:03 GMT -4
‘Some taste,’ huh? God, could they not just talk about Xenovader without the jabs about his fucking shirt? Goro cringed, and pushed up his glasses in an attempt to hide it. “If it matters to you that much, the rest of my clothes are in the wash.” Goro muttered. This thug really was one to talk, though; his coat was just as ridiculous as Goro’s shirt.
But, seriously, he’d actually met Xenovader? Seen him in person? Much as Goro admired the legendary villain, he had some doubts as to whether the legend had any basis in fact. A villain back before the existence of heroes (some would call it the Golden Age of Villainy) was hard to prove the actual existence of; it was all too possible Xenovader had only committed one or two of the murders he was known for, and that the rest of his crimes were copycats. Or, perhaps even the name of Xenovader was a cover for a large group, a crime syndicate, or hired assassins who covered up their hits with an untraceable, unpredictable maniac. If he’d actually seen Xenovader in person, multiple times, that started to suggest the man really was as the legend said, at least to some degree.
“I see,” was all Goro could say as the man went on to describe his encounter. It certainly sounded like Xenovader’s MO: mostly random killings, occasionally leaving a few alive just to tell the tale. This being a time he’d used his wings had Goro wonder something. He waited until Maekawa was done, then rested his chin in one hand, and looked up at him.
“You could say that. My name is Goro, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Goro gave a reply to his question, before getting down to business. “So, Maekawa, I’m assuming he used his usual method, here? The venom injectors from his back, correct?” Goro asked, with a shine in his eyes. “Some have a theory that his multiple forms may be a sign that Xenovader’s crimes were actually committed by multiple villains. I don’t believe it, myself, but should you have seen him use both forms, it would disprove that theory.”
As for the similarities between their wings, and the mention of his scars, Goro frowned. “I’ve researched it, and truthfully, I've never been able to identify what species of bat these wings resemble. They don’t seem to match any specifically, and certain traits like the spikes are barely bat-like in nature. In what way did his wings resemble my own? What details did they have that mine lack?”
Of course, the idea that he was related to Xenovader directly was laughable, but the similarity could mean something about the way Quirks develop in relation to the animals they resemble that no one has put together yet.
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Post by Souta on Oct 28, 2019 21:52:21 GMT -4
He lets out another laugh: the excuse of many when they are seen wearing what is clearly a horrid sense of fashion. Xenovader or Thundershock or any other of his 'idols' would never be seen wearing this once in their entire lives. Never. To be wearing something like this would be betraying their sense of style and glory, something that clearly isn't heavily made up in his mind or wasn't fake at all. No no no, to be seen out in public with this shirt either meant two things: They are having a horrible night, or they have reached the point in their career where they have given up any pretense of showing oneself out there in the world. Such a sad fate to see. Especially someone with wings such as these.
"Goro, hmm? I'll keep that in mind." He listens closely to the descriptor he let out. Ah yes, the classic venom technique. Something that he himself has the ability to replicate. He has based off his technique on that one meeting; seeing them stab someone in the back with his extensions then pass by them with no regard to their face or identity or anything: What was the point of getting to know them? They were just trash waiting to be thrown away, something that he feels Xenovader clearly felt about, obviously. "He once used them at once, but he was descending from the ground and regressing his wings, so perhaps there is a limit on how many actions he could and couldn't do at once." He says, drinkinng some more.
"The texture on the membrane, barring the scars, bears a close similarity to his. Not to mention the shame yours are currently in share the same silhouette as his. Impressive, bat mutations usually don't always share the same shape. I've seen many up close, often times doing...jobs, so to say, but yours comes the closest to his." He turns his attention to the listening bartender. He would be a fool to report on them now, but just in case, he smirks at him to let him know his place. He focuses his attention back to Goro. "Honestly, even if it werern't similar, the fact that you know your history is impressive. If only more knew of his exploits. The last time he has ever done anything of note is long before us, faded away in infamy." He chuckles again. "I doubt he would let this auction go as it is; he'll probably disturb it with some classical music. Chopin and Beethoven were his personal classics, I believe."
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 31, 2019 22:35:47 GMT -4
Every laugh that came from Maekawa’s mouth only made Goro more aware of the weight of his knife in his trouser pocket. This was in Shinagawa, after all, no one would really care if someone got stabbed in a bar. It would mean forfeiting any information he had about Xenovader, but his patience was wearing thin.
“I see.” He muttered. At least Maekawa was giving him answers. Indeed, he saw Xenovader shift from his bat wings to his venom injectors in person, confirming that he is capable of both. While it didn’t disprove the group theory, it certainly made it less likely. Eliminating that possibility meant only one thing; Xenovader was real. Exactly as he’d been reported.
The thought honestly made Goro’s spirits rise a little. Sure, the current day had all sorts of villains, great and small, but people like Thunder were reliant on manpower as much as they were their own power. A villain who accomplished so much, and caused so much chaos, purely through his own power; surely, if someone like that could exist before, they could exist again.
“How many others have you seen?” Goro asked him, his flat tone not expressing the curiosity he really felt. “Bat mutations, I mean. Honestly, I haven’t encountered many myself. Though, if what you’re saying is true, I doubt I’ll find common ground with them anyway.” He ended the sentence with a sigh. If they didn’t have wings like his, there was a chance they wouldn’t have the same senses that he does. The same weaknesses to light, to sound, to day. Even if they shared all those things, it was unlikely he’d be able to relate to them at all; relating to another was something Goro couldn’t quite wrap his head around.
“Well, my ‘job’ demands I know these things,” rather than air quotes, Goro simply flicked his wings upward in much the same motion, “It’s sad how few of us nowadays know our own history. Sure, any average joe can look up a list of serial killers from the last decade, but anyone who went under the radar is all but dead to the modern villain world. Disgusting.” He pushed his glasses up and took another sip of his coffee. “And, you’re right. This auction would certainly be more interesting if people like him were around. Even villains are kowtowing to their own authorities now; following the rules set by Thunder and the Plutocracy just so they can keep their cheap thrills.”
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Post by Souta on Nov 1, 2019 0:50:02 GMT -4
"Several. There was one that had the bat wings on their actual arms. The cartilage was quite difficult to infect throughly. Another had more of the typical senses a Bat would had, but he was blind. Made removing him quite easy. And then there was one who merely turned into a bat. Not a human sized bat, but...a bat. It's odd to see that fly around and then struggle around on the ground as it dies in a pathetic animal form." He drinks some more as he reminiscences of those times. "And none of them had that same texture in their wings. Not sure if you got the better deal or not...Hmmm" He looks at his face. Those glasses are for vision right?
"Job, huh? Interesting." Finally, a chance to do some networking. "Contract killer? Info gatherer? Or..." He looks at the wings, bruised and all. "Something else...Mhmmm. Eh, I won't prod more. Nice to see someone else see the massive tragedy being displayed around here." That's right. No unique flair whatsoever. This is too safe. This is too standard for something this scale. For something that should be headlining the news, this is just..barely passable. He sighs as he thinks about it. This is truly just playing safe. Oh sure, it has a great avenue, fancy stuff, people often talking behind the shadows, the usual Shinagawa murdering on the streets...but where's that chaos factor? The one thing that can drive your plans off rails as you just stand in the audience, the spanner in this heavily controlled machine destroying everything you made sure not to burst any unfavorable boundaries and results. Xenovader had that energy, something that many people cannot replicate. Or at least in his eyes. Truthfully and objectively, there are far worse out there on the streets, but what can you do against the lens of romanticizing your idols?
"If you were to change anything here, what would you do?" He looks at the bartender. "Personally...I would like to remove the trash here that's ruining the show. Maybe that'll make the auction more fun." A somewhat evil sounding chuckle came out of him, as he attempts to mask it as a casual laugh; an reaction between two friends or acquaintances or something.
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 5, 2019 17:42:20 GMT -4
Goro was far from squeamish. With the lifestyle he had, the history he had, he was no stranger to death; hearing about them, witnessing them, or causing them himself. And yet, hearing the other man describe the end of so many bat mutants made Goro sick to his stomach. It felt a bit like Maekawa was threatening him, but he showed no sign of it. He just grimaced as Maekawa went on, sipping his coffee and trying to put the whole thing out of his mind.
Finally, he spoke again, once Maekawa moved onto another subject. “All of the above, really,” Goro shrugged. “But yes, it really is a tragedy. What kind of villains are we, to simply sit back and bet on ill-gotten goods, when we could take them for ourselves?” Goro was far from the kind of person to usually consider such things, but thinking about Xenovader was hyping him up. He’d never dare to actually follow through with what he was talking about, the risk of jeopardizing the Gifted Underground was simply too high, but he couldn’t stop himself from running his mouth anyway. “I suppose it’s better than them simply hoarding the goods away from the world, but…”
Maekawa’s obvious evil laugh usually wouldn’t make Goro bat an eye, but after the soliloquy about murdering other bat-people, it seemed a lot more threatening. Silently, Goro shifted in his seat, trying to lean away from the other man. He made eye contact with the bartender, his expression as stony as ever but his eyes clearly pleading for some kind of help. “T-The trash? What do you mean by that?”
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Post by Souta on Nov 5, 2019 19:01:21 GMT -4
He smirks a bit as Goro made his statement. He should be used to this sort of behavior from strangers, or at the very least expected this from the first moment he opened his mouth. The bartender quietly stares as he fixes another drink. Maekawa shakes his head, still amused at his “friend’s” wariness. A fully reasonable question to ask him, especially after that laugh of his. No one can claim that it was a friendly expression. He just drinks a little bit more of the contents of his drink, as something slowly extends out of his back and slowly entangle one of the feet of the stools he’s sitting on, not much to be noticed by any but those near him.
“Perhaps trash is a bit of a strong word, eheheh. Must’ve been the alcohol, really sorry about that. All I’m referring to are those kind of people. Those who just waste away in public doing nothing. Those who stand there and let themselves be controlled by others. Those who have no gifts such as ours and who’s presence in this world is questionable at best. You know those people.” He glares at Goro. “What’s the point of them? They just make it worse for the rest of us.” He pushes the cup up front. If anything, the only good thing about them is their usage as a stepping stone to the next thrill in life, he thinks to himself as the bartender carefully approaches them and fills up the contents of his cup.
“Xenovader knew that. You can tell that he knew he was far above them, a logical assumption to make.” He smirks again. “And you? What do you feel about them? Don’t you feel some contempt about them as well?
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 17, 2019 19:10:08 GMT -4
Goro’s creeping unease at Maekawa’s behaviour only grew as… something slid from the man’s back and tangled itself around his stool. It was times like this Goro was especially thankful for his Quirk. Without it, he surely wouldn’t have noticed it. Slowly, so incredibly slowly there was no way Maekawa would even notice, Goro began to lean away from the other man.
At least Maekawa’s definition of ‘trash’ seemed to gel with Goro’s own. Useless Quirkless, at least. He wasn’t sure about the rest, but the man was being so vague as to be almost impossible to really nail down. The phrase, ‘Those who stand there and let themselves be controlled by others’, made a shiver run down Goro’s spine, but he didn’t know why.
“I suppose I can agree with that.” Goro rested his chin in his hand, in an effort to hide his mounting dread. “In a time like this, when humanity is evolving, there’s no room for those who look to hold back our progress, intentionally or not. Like those who lack the gifts we have, yes.”
His anxiety had distracted him from his coffee, and when he went to take another sip it had gone cold. In an effort not to seem weak, he refused to let disgust cross his face, and instead continued drinking the foul liquid. “And I do feel contempt for them all, though I don’t think mindless mass murder is the best solution to the problem. Just taking care of a few key figures can easily send the rest scattering.”
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Post by Souta on Nov 17, 2019 20:34:26 GMT -4
The stinger slowly extends itself more. It slowly attempts to get pass a crack in the floorboards. If he estimates it right, he can get through the bar under and prick the bartender's leg with poison, and he wouldn't feel anything more than a potential ant bite. But not yet, of course. Not yet while he's talking with 'interesting' company.' He seems to be agreeing with him, either sharing the same beliefs or being as polite as possible. Potentially the second one, but someone sharing the same knowledge in old villainy is nice to talk with nevertheless. Been a while since he met someone who knows what they re talking about.
"Important people, hmm? Suppose you do have a point. Wouldn't it benefit you in the long run to obtain that important figure as a...'friend' of sorts? To steep in their good graces and slowly uproot their original intent, making it yours while you yourself sit in the background reaping all the benefits of it? Simple killing seems far too easy." He looks at his drink. "Say for example that Abbadon fellow. What he did was quite impressive, but in the long run, what did it do exactly? He got jailed for his efforts, and although I hear from the grape vine that he got out, he hasn't made any noise." He smirks a bit. "One can only hope that fellow and his little group are planning something else soon, but for just killing those people...seems a tad bit lackluster. Wouldn't agree?" he looks at Goro. "Didn't you want something else to emerge from that blowback?"
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 22, 2019 18:40:46 GMT -4
Goro noticed quickly that the thing was not headed toward him, and began to calm down. The path it was taking suggested it was headed under the floorboards, perhaps pointed at someone further away. In a place like this, he doubted there was a soul present who wasn’t inclined to violence. If someone else got hurt, it was their own fault for not having their guard up here in the first place. Not his problem.
Really, he didn’t expect that Maekawa specifically, with his knowledge of villain history, would be the type to also up and try to kill someone in the middle of a crowded bar. It just didn’t seem likely that someone that unhinged would care about other villains. Unless…
Oh. Oh God. He’s a copycat killer, isn’t he? The thing sneaking its way out of his back is probably a stinger, like Xenovader’s, and the only reason he knows so much about other villains is so he can replicate their techniques.
Dwelling on this point was impossible, as Maekawa’s voice cut through Goro’s train of thought. With a suggestion that made Goro’s lip curl up in disgust, no less. “Are you suggesting I debase myself so thoroughly as to actually associate myself with quirkless scum like them?” He snapped, hissing under his breath. Every ‘s’ dragged out longer than he’d intended, like the hiss of a snake. “How do you suggest I even earn their ‘favour’? I’m not sure if you noticed, but my Quirk isn’t exactly hidden. No matter what I would do, they wouldn’t trust me, that’s the point! That’s why they had to die!” The rest of what Maekawa had said, the mention of his brother, had been lost entirely in his anger.
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