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Post by Meara O'Connor on Feb 13, 2020 2:01:13 GMT -4
It was late at night in the Musutafu shopping district and everything seemed to be quiet. The clouds were dark and primed to start releasing a flurry of snow. The looming weather change seemed to have caused most people to head inside. So now the vacated streets were dead and everything seemed to be almost still. The only movement now was a lone female figure walking down the abandoned streets. The lone person was Meara O’Connor, a second year UA student, and if anyone was around to see her they would immediately figure out that she was not in a great mood. It was coming up on her birthday soon and it was just another reminder that she was far from home and her close friends. Meara knew that if she tried she could actually make some new friends within her class but she always felt like the outsider or the odd one out. People seemed to have formed their own groups and she didn’t know how to make moves in order to gain access. The combination of frustration and loneliness has caused Meara’s psyche to start to crack bit by bit. And instead of talking to someone about it, she instead vented the only way she knew how, get in a fight. And it just so happened that she stumbled across a group of low-lives that were the ideal punching bags. They even provided an excuse for her to fight them as they attempted to shake her down and rob her. Meara just let out a laugh as she took her coat off. “Oh boys, yer barking up tha wrong tree.” She said as she kicked the one directly in front of her in between the legs. “So grit yer teeth and kiss yer arses goodbye cause I’ve got a lot of shite to work through.” She said confidently as her quirk activated. “So. Shall we get on with it then?” 20 min later…
Hindsight 20/20, Meara probably should have just stayed in and not snuck out past curfew. If she had she wouldn’t be in the predicament that she has found herself in currently. The fight was going relatively smooth at first, the initial 3 guys weren’t much of a challenge at first. They didn’t even appear to have quirks so they had to resort to using weapons to fight her. They managed to get a few good shots in on her but nothing major. Few chips and small cracks here and there but nothing compromising. However, that all changed when the thugs backup arrived. Now that there were roughly 8 people she had to worry about the fight quickly turned in their favor. Meara could hardly keep up and wasn’t able to block all the attacks that came at her. Little by little more and more pieces of her armor broke off as they continued to assault her. She managed to take two out but she knew at this rate she wasn’t going to last much longer. So Meara did the actual smart thing and created a smoke screen to try and escape. She blasted the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust and used the cover to grab her jacket and take off running. As she began to run she felt a sharp pain in her left side as she did. She ignored the pain and took off into the night.
As Meara ran, it became increasingly hard for her to move and breathe. “Fuck I guess I took more damage than I thought.” She said as she ducked into a back alley. She leaned against a dumpster as she tried to catch her breath. As she sat there the strength in her legs gave out and she slid down the side of the dumpster. Small sparks shot off from her armor where pieces were missing, lighting up the dark alley slightly with each spark. She let out a shaky breath, hoping that she had managed to lose her pursuers. As she sat there and the adrenaline wore off Meara became quite aware of how injured she was as pain shot through her entire body. Looking down she saw that where she got hit as she ran was a rather nasty looking gash on her side. Her HUD lit up listing the different injuries she had as she laid there and tried to gather herself so she could somehow drag her ass back to her dorm. After a few minutes she tried to slowly stand up but to no avail. “Christ O’Connor ye really screwed yerself this time.” She berated herself. Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her, thinking that her pursuers had caught up to her, she snapped her arm up and her cannon began to glow a dull blue. She knew that there was no chance that she could run away this time if it was indeed them, so she only had one option left. Fight till the end.
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Feb 19, 2020 23:16:00 GMT -4
not the first problem & not the last CONTRARY TO WHAT HER SOON-TO-BE-ACQUAINTANCE might think, she was not the only occupant of the streets. The ex-Kamirex actress also trundled down the quiet streets, her taloned feet crushing snow beneath them. It was a habit she had, thanks to her, uh, less-than-legal avocation. Of course the neighbors saw Teruko trundling around and simply assumed that she was trying to maintain her girlish figure by walking, but her purpose... well, was a little more specific than that.
Mustafu was way quieter than Central Tokyo, if Teruko was being honest. Maybe it was even a bit boring, if one could go so far. No gang spats, the meagerest of drug deals... how was a girl supposed to have fun around here? The crocodilian snorted. This was what she'd wanted. A cute five-story building wherein she could live, work, and create the best community center possible. And the bakery was already almost in full-swing. She was scheduling the grand opening for the week of the Sports Festival, when throngs of people would be in-town. She had plans-- big plans.
But for now... with how quiet it was, perhaps the best course of action would be to give up and go home. Perhaps start a nice cup of tea, lay down on the the heated floor mat and get some rest.
It was then that a sputter of blue caught the kaiju's eye. From an alleyway, just ahead. Teruko raised a clawed hand to her eye and rubbed it, snorting in disbelief. Was she seeing things. Now, the glow came again, stronger now. The woman hummed and strode curiously across the street, her tail swaying behind her.
Soon, the woman would poke her meaty head around the corner to survey what trouble lay ahead. The light was low, sputtering from what appeared to be... a very elaborate suit of armor, straight out of a sci-fi movie. Whoever was in the suit seemed preoccupied with the state of their suit, looking down at their own body. They were in bad shape. Teruko's massive silhouette slipped through the mouth of the alley and filled it, stepping lightly.
"Excuse me-?" she asked, by way of greeting. The felled person snapped to attention, pointing what appeared to be a glowing... cannon... thing.
Teruko responded with a glow of her own, instinctively sensing danger. The spines along her back and tail bloomed into a pale blue light, and her eyes sputtered blue. When she opened her mouth to chastise the felled figure, this was also blue.
"Don't you take that damn tone with me," she berated the felled figure, baring her jagged, triangular teeth, "I'm checkin' on ya, you nitwit. Now I strongly suggest you put that goddamn cannon away before you hurt somebody."
Or before I incinerate that lovely suit of yours, the woman thought drolly. Already smoke was roiling from her mouth.
"You hurt?" Teruko demanded, leaving very little time for them to get a word in edgewise, "You called an ambulance?"
Teruko was reaching into her pocket, profferring what one would politely describe as "an archaic brick of a phone, if you could even call it a phone".
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Feb 24, 2020 14:21:08 GMT -4
Once Meara saw that it wasn’t the people chasing her nor appeared to be a threat she powered her cannon and lowered it. “Sorry, thought you were someone else.” She managed to weakly day. Her whole body was starting to ache and her armor was slowly chipping off. She knew that she had to get out of here and back to the dorms as quickly as possible, she just needed to rest for a second. Yeah, rest for a second, once she did she’s be good. Her head snapped up as she heard the large female reptilian ask if she had called for an ambulance yet. She then watched her pull out an absolutely ancient looking cellphone, presumably to call for said ambulance. “No no.” She exclaimed, struggling to her feet. “No ambulance, I’m fine.” She said, her tone not the least bit convincing.
Meara knew that she’d be in some seriously hot water if she ended up going to the hospital. Granted she knew that she wouldn’t get in too much hot water because she was technically defending herself. But there was still a good chance she’d get a lengthy detention sentence for it. And she really didn’t want to deal with any of that. “I just needed to rest, thank you for your concern but I can take care of myself.” She said politely. As she got up to leave her legs gave out from underneath her and Meara fell flat on her face. “Fuck.” Was Meara’s only response. She tried to shakily get back up but no matter hard she tried she only managed to get back up to a seated position. “Fuck O’Connor! Get yer ass up!” She mentally chastised herself. She punched the metal dumpster before slumping against it once again. Slowly her armor began to fall apart and fade away, revealing her messed up blonde hair and beat up body. She didn’t say more but she knew that she was really screwed now.
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Mar 8, 2020 21:11:33 GMT -4
not the first problem & not the last TERUKO FINALLY ALLOWED HERSELF TO RELAX as the apparent-cosplayer lowered their cannon and meagerly advised the kaiju that they were expecting someone else. This immediately raised the reptilian’s suspicions, but she kept her cards close to her chest-- it was about that time that the armor began to crumble unnaturally, and Teruko suspected a quirk to be at-play. She snorted dryly.
For as suspicious as she was, when the girl got unsteadily to her feet and insisted she was fine, Teruko’s maternal instincts propelled her forward. Her insistence fooled nobody-- from the meagerness of her voice to her total lack of stability as she tottered into motion.
Teruko snapped her phone shut and extended two taloned hands, suspecting the bullheaded young woman to pitch forward at any moment. Shrewdly, Teruko followed the woman with her eyes as she staggered by, never once allowing her arms to fall. There wasn’t much a place for the blondie to go, unless Teruko got her fat ass out of the way, so the kaiju began to back steadily out of the alley.
Thankfully, she had been watching the blonde woman-- no older than her early twenties, most likely, but at least a teen-- as the youngin’s legs gave-out beneath her and she toppled forward.
“Whoa-whoa-whoa,” the woman exclaimed, grabbing for the blondie’s arm. The girl fell without so much as an intervention, “Easy there, kid.”
Artlessly, the kid swore and and tried to get up again, propping herself up on a dumpster.
Teruko huffed. The kid was in no condition to walk, and watching her try was, quite frankly, absolutely pathetic. She wasn’t about to leave the girl there, either. Especially if people were looking for her.
“Anything broken?” Teruko grunted, “Sharp, stabbing pains that shoot-up or down when you try to move certain ways? Hm?”
Assuming she said “no”, the reptilian would announce, “If you ain’t calling an ambulance, I’m gonna haul your ass to my place and patch you up.”
The proclamation left little room for protest.
“Teruko Serizawa, I own a bakery that’s opening in Mustafu’s commercial district,” she said briefly, “Kaiju Cakery. It’s gonna be cute. Anyways~ I’m telling you this so you know I won’t try anything weird. I’ve got a bakery to open and stuff, you know? Can’t soil my reputation? And I’m not leaving your dumb-ass in an alleyway when you can barely walk. Capisce?”
Even if the girl outright refused to come quietly, the reptilian woman’s response would remain the same.
“Okay, kiddo,” she said, “Arms up. I’m picking you up and we’re getting the fuck outta here before your friends join us.”
The word “friends” was spoken with drollness. The reptilian woman stooped low, extending her taloned hands and tucking them beneath the teen’s arms. With as much effort as one might use to lift a housecat, Teruko scooped the teen into arms, settling for a hold that was popularly described as “bridal style”.
“It ain’t too far from here,” Teruko said simply, “Almost two kilometers, I think.”
Her coat swished as she walked, her breath coming-out in tiny puffs. While Teruko, as a vigilante, valued a certain degree of privacy (keeping her personal and professional lives separate and distinct), she had to be sure that the person she was whisking away to the bakery wasn’t some sort of villain. The last thing she needed was for some hooligan to trash her nearly-open establishment.
“So, uh,” Teruko trailed, “Whatcha doin’ parading the streets in a super-suit, kid? You do know the authorities don’t look too kindly upon that, don’t you?”
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Apr 22, 2020 4:52:27 GMT -4
Meara just sat there silently as the large reptilian woman scolded her like a mother would. Meara wouldn’t admit it at the moment but it was definitely embarrassing to be sitting there not able to walk on her own because she was careless. She wanted to play it off ass nothing too serious but there was a deep throbbing pain in her abdomen whenever she tried to move. “Yeah… My left side is hurting a lot, especially when I try to move.” She said quietly, begrudgingly answering the woman’s question about her injuries. Meara began to open her mouth to argue against the other woman’s statement of taking her home to patch her up, but she quickly shut it. Knowing that one, she wasn’t in a position or condition to try and fight it, and two, she needed at least some form of medical attention. And with the hospital being out of the question, this was her only option. “Okay…” was her only response.
She couldn't help but smile a little bit when the woman, who just named herself as Teruko Serizawa, told her about her little bakery and cake shop that she was going to be opening soon. “That does sound nice.” she said quietly. “I’ll have to stop by some time and buy something…” she continued. She let out a pained laugh as she explained that she wasn’t going to try anything funny and risk soiling her “reputation” and jeopardizing her business. “Don’t worry ma’am I won’t cause you any trouble, especially in my current state.” she joked. She didn’t respond when Serizawa told her that she wasn’t going to leave her and to lift up her arms so she could pick her up and carry her. Meara listened to the instructions and did as she was told. Meara let out a quiet yet still clearly audible pained cry as the larger woman did her best to gingerly pick the smaller Irish lass up.
Once she was in Serizawa’s arms the pain began to subside slightly after the initial sharp pain. As they began to walk Meara heard her say that their destination was only a couple klicks or so away. She silently nodded in response as she was carried like a child. She was lost in thought as they made their way to her shop. Everything that was going on in her life could be summed up with the events of tonight. From her running from her problems and not seeking help, to running into even more trouble, and ultimately letting her emotions and stubbornness control her and causing everything to blow up in her face in spectacular fashion. It was easy to tell that her mind was racing and she was mentaly conflicted and that she was trying her damnedest to fight everything that was going on internally. She only momentarily came out of it when Serizawa asked her why she was out running around in her power suit. “It’s a long story…” she said quietly. Not sure if she wanted to explain her actions or situation to a stranger.
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Apr 28, 2020 20:24:34 GMT -4
not the first problem & not the last THE GIRL REPORTED THAT HER LEFT SIDE HURT, especially when she tried to move. That sounded like a broken, or perhaps bruised rib… but that required x-rays to ascertain. And Teruko didn’t have access to x-ray’s. But, the kid wasn’t coughing-up blood so… that meant her lung wasn’t punctured… right?
Honestly, it was all guesswork. She’d do what she could and then strongly recommend that the little lady get her ass to a hospital. Unless she went unconscious, in which case the kaiju would just whisk her off to the hospital against her will.
The kid was a sweetheart, for sure. When Teruko was fully transparent about who she was and her intentions, Blondie brightly insisted that she “wouldn’t cause trouble”. Oh, my sweet summer child—teenagers thought they were so invincible. That the kindness of strangers could be trusted without irrefutable proof. It was kind-of cute, honestly.
Teruko hoisted the girl up, as delicately as she was able, but the girl still let out this cry like a stuck pig. The kaiju gritted her teeth, wincing apologetically. She needed a real medical professional. Not some well-meaning crocodilian. Teruko maneuvered her hands so that they were nowhere near the girl’s ribs—one around her shoulders, the other behind her knees.
“You absolutely sure you don’t want to see a doctor, kid?” she grunted, her voice thick with worry.
The girl dismissed the kaiju’s attempt at getting to the root of her unusual get-up, but the kaiju was stubborn.
“We’ve got at least two kilometers and however much time it takes for me to tend to ya,” Teruko persisted, huffing in amusement, “Definitely enough time for a long story, eh?”
There was a smirk at the corner of her lipless, shark-toothed mouth.
“Not that it takes too much imagination to concoct a story for ya,” she continued on, “I can write ya a story right now, here…”
She tilted her head towards the twilight sky, inhaling deeply.
“Let’s see.”
Ah, there was—she seemed to snatch the story from the air, and she fixed blondie with another look.
“You live… an unsatisfying life… and you crime-fight by night for a thrill,” the woman declared. That was her story, an entire, singular sentence.
“How’d I do?”
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Jul 19, 2020 21:55:42 GMT -4
Meara turned and looked away as her rescuer asked if she was indeed certain that she didn’t need to go to the hospital. “No I’m sure…” she said quietly, her voice trailing off. She felt so helpless in the moment. Not to mention stupid, why she had to act the way she did when she was feeling like this she never knew. Her first instinct was always to punch her problems, and if she couldn’t, then just run from them. And this is where she would normally end up, in some sort of trouble needing to be helped by someone else.
The woman informed her that they were still a far bit aways from their destination, so she could definitely afford to listen to a long story. As she continued to carry Meara the large reptilian lady tried to guess what Meara’s story was. And her assumed story was one of classic cliches that earned a light chuckle from Meara. “Not even close Ma’am.” Meara stated quietly. She looked up at the sky as the stars began to disappear behind the coming storm clouds. “I guess I should tell you… Least I can do since you’re saving my arse.” Meara said as she made brief eye contact with her savior. “First off my name’s Meara O’Connor, and I’m a student at UA.” she said. “And I wasn’t out looking for trouble. I just wanted to walk and get some fresh air and think. But then these asshats came out of nowhere and tried to mug me…” she continued. “So I defended myself with my quirk. It was going fine but a lot more of them showed up and I couldn’t hold them off... So I ran after getting my arse kicked pretty good.” She said as she looked at the cuts and bruises. “I think one of them even shot me, luckily my armor took most of the hit but it still hurts like a bitch. And by the time I thought I lost them in that ally my energy was depleted. Thank God you showed up when you did, pretty sure I’d be a story on the news if they found me…” She said a little glumly. “Told ya it was a long one…” she said a small smile on her face.
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Sept 1, 2020 1:06:27 GMT -4
mi casa es su casa TERUKO'S STORY WAS TOTALLY HALF-ASSED, but it served its purpose—Teruko wanted to get more of a context to make sure the girl wasn’t some sort of villain (heaven forbid). The last thing the kaiju needed was to bring riffraff into her building. Although… the girl was polite enough, which already was a tick in the “probably not a villain” box.
“Nice to meet you, O’Connor-san,” Teruko replied. That was a start. A name. A blatantly foreign name—had the girl not explained that she was from U.A., Teruko would have assumed her to be either a student or businessperson visiting Japan for the usual reasons.
As the girl explained her quandary, the kaiju began to slow her gait—talk about vigilante bias showing through, assuming the girl was fighting crime. Perhaps Teruko was projecting herself a bit.
“A mugging,” she reiterated, “Well… shit. I should be calling the cops, not hauling you to my place.”
She paused, following the kid’s gaze skywards. Gathering clouds. Possible rain, soon. If they waited for police, they’d be waiting in the rain—which would be miserable—and Meara still had injuries to tend to.
“… we’ll call them from my place,” the woman said decisively, adjusting her hold on the youth. The girl continued to regale the woman with the story of her encounter, how she’d defended herself with her quirk—perhaps from a bullet wound, even—and Teruko had arrived in just a nick of time.
“I’m glad I was out for my walk too, then,” Teruko agreed amicably, “Last thing we need is more quirkers on the news—alright kid—“
They had arrived at her building. It was a corner-building, primarily brick-face. The first floor had a chrome awning that covered part of the sidewalk and wrapped around an apparent restaurant done-up in 1950’s-era swag. In the din, you could only really see the glint of formica tables close to the windows, and the gaudily-colored (albeit matching) leather benches near the window. Above the main entrance, a neon sign that read “Kaiju Cakery”.
“Home sweet home,” Teruko announced. She started to set the girl down, keeping a steading hand on her back. “Lemme unlock the door.”
The entrance she was keying-in the code for was clearly not a part of the restaurant—lit in yellow light, with mailboxes just inside the door, the door to a stairwell, and an elevator.
“I own the building,” Teruko explained, “Makes the commute to work very nice.”
The door buzzed, allowing the two to cross the threshold.
“Wanna try walking, or would you prefer being carried? I’m good either way,” Teruko offered, “I’m in the penthouse.”
In other words, lots of stairs, or a long elevator trip. She’d act accordingly, pending the girl’s response.
The elevator was, unsurprisingly, an industrial-grade elevator. It had to be, given the building owner’s incredible girth. Teruko did her best to tuck herself into the corner, but it was still, admittedly, a very cozy fit.
“This was the first upgrade I made on the building,” she explained, “There used to be two elevators here, but I had them demolish the old ones and replace it with one giant one. For… obvious reasons.”
The remark was muttered sheepishly.
The elevator labored up four stories before sliding open onto a lounge, furnished with sofas, tables and chairs, snack machines, and a single pair of doors on the opposite side of the room. Teruko crossed between the two rings of sofas, towards the double doors.
“Alright.”
And after a brief fussing with keys, the door to the penthouse was opened. It was one of those sparsely-decorated but also-glamorous places. Vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, brick walls, windows overlooking downtown Musutafu. The appliances were stainless steel and clearly new, and the furniture looked as though it had been peeled from an interior décor magazine.
“Welcome to Casa de Serizawa,” she said regally, “Sit wherever. Food in the fridge, too, if you want a snack. I’ll go grab my first-aid kit.”
There were bar stools along an island in the kitchen, chairs at a formal dining table, or a big, plush sofa to choose from. Having deposited her guest, Teruko went to turn on a few more lights, casting the room into a warm, yellow glow, before disappearing down the hall.
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Oct 21, 2020 20:17:01 GMT -4
Meara just shook her head at the older woman’s words about taking her to the cops instead. “No point in calling the cops now, those asshats are long gone by now.” she murmured as they approached the aforementioned building. “That and I’m out past curfew… so I don’t really want to deal with cops as well.” she said as she looked away. Meara knew that she was going to have a hard enough time getting her way back onto campus without getting caught. Cops getting involved would make it next to impossible to pull off. Hopefully she would be able to get her feet under her enough to try to sneak back on.
As they entered the building and Teruko welcomed her to her humble abode Meara couldn’t help but chuckle at the site of the interior. “Definitely spacious.” Meara laughed. It was definitely made to accommodate her large savior’s size, from the ceiling height down to the furniture and the hilarious inclusion of an industrial sized lift to the up stairs. Meara gingerly got down out of the woman’s arms and tried to take a shaky step towards the stairs. When her foot landed she just barely caught herself as she almost toppled over again. Before the other woman could move Meara threw her hand up to stop her. “I got it. I need to at least walk by myself.” She said as she stood back up. Taking a shaky breath she held onto her sore ribs and took another shaky couple steps forward. “That being said… I think the lift is a better idea. Don’t need to be falling down the stairs.” She half joked as she looked over at the lift. “Thank you again for this ma’am, I really can’t tell you how thankful and appreciative I am.” She said. Meara knew that she was stupidly lucky that she was found by a gracious enough person. Otherwise she really would have been up a creek without a paddle.
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Nov 5, 2020 15:20:04 GMT -4
mi casa es su casa THE POLITE DECLINE FOR CALLING THE COPS earned a faint snort and a shrug. So be it. Vigilantism wasn’t exactly legal, either, so Teruko understood the need to maintain some sort of privacy. The pair endured the elevator ride in relative silence, and arrived in the penthouse before long. Teruko gave a casual, “Don’t mention it.”
And then disappeared somewhere down the hall. This would give the girl freedom to go to the fridge for snacks, check-out the décor, whatever. Teruko was gone perhaps five minutes before returning with a first-aid kit in-hand, heralded by her heavy footfalls.
“Alright!” the cheerful boom of her alto voice proclaimed. She held the first-aid kit over her head, which honestly looked as though it should’ve belonged to a sports-medicine specialist due to its size, “Got the goods. Find a comfy spot, kid.”
Wherever Meara would settle, Teruko would drop the duffle bag nearby, unzippering it before beginning to rummage through it.
“What kind of injuries do you have? We can see if I’ve got anything to help treat them, or at least patch them up until you can get to a doctor.”
The girl was, at least, coherent enough to patch herself up, even if she was in rough shape. The duffle bag was big, though, so he kaiju would work as a sort of medical assistant.
“So,” the kaiju said conversationally, as she awaited direction, “You’re worried about curfew. How young are you, exactly?”
A valid question—curfews were only instated to protect minors, technically—although, in Teruko’s humble opinion, anyone out in the wee hours was either up to no good, or trying to stop those that were up to no good. But if this was a concern… perhaps the young lady before her was a high school student. Or, heaven forbid, younger.
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