Post by Hino Yojin on Jul 17, 2020 19:10:44 GMT -4
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bad night, worse neighborhood.
Of all the people Yojin had expected to rope into his little “side business,” Redarcc Hunter certainly wasn’t anywhere near first on the list. Red was a loose canon. Unpredictable, volatile, unstable as decade-old dynamite. Yojin had always respected his skills--especially with technology. In fact, Yojin had even been a little jealous of him, once-upon-a-time. A flashy hero that dabbled in jerry-rigged tech? It was a break Yojin had, at times, envied. But Red wasn’t subtle. Red wasn’t patient. Red ran his mouth, and wrote checks he couldn’t cash.
But Red was also being targeted by Ishtar.
And after the Sports festival, Yojin thought he knew the guy a little better.
Red might have been all of the things that Yojin had feared, but the guy was also loyal to a fault. He’d break his own face for someone he’d barely met, and Yojin wasn’t even certain the kid was even capable of breaking a promise. And “reckless” could turn into “morally flexible” easily enough, especially when the safety of people he cared about, or his personal sense of justice, was at odds with what was expected as a hero.
So, despite all his better judgement, Yojin had brought Reddarc Hunter to a certain neighborhood in Kabukicho. A narrow, industrial back-street, a ways away from the redlight district and the gambling houses, right by the train depot. You could hear the constant roar of the tracks from here, rising above the distiant glamor of drunk, sexually-frustrated salarymen and street vendors. It was a worse block inside a bad town. Every couple streetlights were busted, and graffiti covered the walls of boarded up, closed down-shops.
A few streets away, just out of view, was Damage Control, Yojin’s shop.
Yojin pulled his hood down deeper, lurking in the shadows of a closed storefront, surgical mask obscuring his features. Normally, he’d have been wearing his Fix mask, but Ishtar made that risky these days. He hadn’t even dared to come here since the list came out.
But he needed to get back into his shop. If he was going to fight a war, he needed his gear.
And he and Chimera weren’t enough.
Besides, if he got Chimera hurt for his stupid illegal business, Yojin wouldn’t ever forgive himself. And Angie wouldn’t ever forgive him.
Minutes past, while Yojin stared at the flat screen of his phone, counting the seconds until Red arrived. His heart felt tight in his chest, each breath a conscious effort.
Part of him wanted to leave. Maybe this was his sign, after all.
And then…
He arrived. Reddarc Hunter. Hero Student. And now, Yojin supposed? Accidental vigilante.
Yojin looked up from his phone, and stretched, slowly and deliberately, picking his gear bag up from the sidewalk next to him.
“So. You wanted to meet Fix?” He asked, a manic grin spreading on his face under the mask.
[TL:DR:
Yojin calls Red to meet him and Chimera to a back-ally in Kabuchiko, promising to bring him to Fix's workshop on a late saturday night. ]
But Red was also being targeted by Ishtar.
And after the Sports festival, Yojin thought he knew the guy a little better.
Red might have been all of the things that Yojin had feared, but the guy was also loyal to a fault. He’d break his own face for someone he’d barely met, and Yojin wasn’t even certain the kid was even capable of breaking a promise. And “reckless” could turn into “morally flexible” easily enough, especially when the safety of people he cared about, or his personal sense of justice, was at odds with what was expected as a hero.
So, despite all his better judgement, Yojin had brought Reddarc Hunter to a certain neighborhood in Kabukicho. A narrow, industrial back-street, a ways away from the redlight district and the gambling houses, right by the train depot. You could hear the constant roar of the tracks from here, rising above the distiant glamor of drunk, sexually-frustrated salarymen and street vendors. It was a worse block inside a bad town. Every couple streetlights were busted, and graffiti covered the walls of boarded up, closed down-shops.
A few streets away, just out of view, was Damage Control, Yojin’s shop.
Yojin pulled his hood down deeper, lurking in the shadows of a closed storefront, surgical mask obscuring his features. Normally, he’d have been wearing his Fix mask, but Ishtar made that risky these days. He hadn’t even dared to come here since the list came out.
But he needed to get back into his shop. If he was going to fight a war, he needed his gear.
And he and Chimera weren’t enough.
Besides, if he got Chimera hurt for his stupid illegal business, Yojin wouldn’t ever forgive himself. And Angie wouldn’t ever forgive him.
Minutes past, while Yojin stared at the flat screen of his phone, counting the seconds until Red arrived. His heart felt tight in his chest, each breath a conscious effort.
Part of him wanted to leave. Maybe this was his sign, after all.
And then…
He arrived. Reddarc Hunter. Hero Student. And now, Yojin supposed? Accidental vigilante.
Yojin looked up from his phone, and stretched, slowly and deliberately, picking his gear bag up from the sidewalk next to him.
“So. You wanted to meet Fix?” He asked, a manic grin spreading on his face under the mask.
[TL:DR:
Yojin calls Red to meet him and Chimera to a back-ally in Kabuchiko, promising to bring him to Fix's workshop on a late saturday night. ]
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