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Post by Esperia on Jul 29, 2020 15:06:44 GMT -4
It had only taken a few hours for the entirety of Tokyo to be thrown into chaos. However, amidst all this panic it seemed like Kabukicho was different, at least in a certain way. While at first the district had suffered similar problems like the other areas within Tokyo, a flood of corpses and skeletons spreading terror and panic among the citizen, it was after the early tide of those dead that things became different. There was no doubt that people would notice that Kabukicho was being targeted by something or someone. Indeed, even as the mighty localized thunderstorm raged overhead, the sight of the black choppers was akin to that of crows on a battlefield, and perhaps more mysterious was the fact the lightning bolts were redirected away from the choppers by something. A while later the next signs came in the form of armored vehicles entering the district, accompanied by heavily armed soldiers who wore equipment that some might go as far as describing it as being too advanced for the regular military, and others would have even called it futuristic.
It took only an hour for this unknown faction to take control over Kabukicho, having put the dead back to rest. The police and military had retreated, according to whispers orders from above, citizen were ordered to stay inside and any vigilante or hero who dared to oppose them would find themselves arrested and forcefully extracted to an unknown location.
It was just like this that Kabukicho had been in the grasp of this militaristic faction. Checkpoints were constructed by them, armored vehicles and soldiers stationed at the various main roads of the district, and yet one couldn't help but wonder: what was their purpose? It appeared however, that the master in charge of this game was not yet done with seeking his entertainment, as his favorite pieces had yet to enter the play.
"Any news yet?" One of the soldiers inquired to his companion who adjusted the slotted magazine in his carbine slightly. "Nah, the extraction teams are still searching for the targets. Seems they are on the move somewhere within Kabukicho." As a shambling corpse wandered out of a nearby alleyway the soldier raised his rifle and shot a burst of bullets cleanly through the head of the zombie, making it collapse against the wall of the alley and droop downwards slowly. "Didn't you hear? Seems one of them is a fairly powerful Quirker, she took down an entire squad on her own that tried to apprehend her."
The other soldier nodded his head weakly. "Yeah, we got that bitch to thank for the fact some of the district turned into a fucking jungle. Even worse, some of those plants aren't natural, saw it scoop up a zombie and gulp it down in one go!"
Yet it appeared that the soldiers were not the only participants in this game, as a young woman clad in a uniform resembling that of an high ranked army officer approached the two soldiers. "..." The female said not a word, didn't even give them a glimpse, as if they didn't exist at all. Yet as she passed them one of the soldiers muttered under his breath. "Fucking Mutant." Yet the other soldier held a hand up to his companion's shoulder. "Watch it man, you don't want to risk losing your job right? Besides you know what the boss thinks about the Operatives. We need them if we want to be able to deal with Quirked threats." The soldier who had spoke earlier glared at the woman as she disappeared further into the alleyway. "I don't like it one bit, using Quirkers to fight Quirkers? What makes them less dangerous than those so called heroes?"
A subtle shrug had been made by the other man as he spoke softly. "Didn't you hear? There are rumors they are-" But before one of them could answer a sudden beep came from their radio. "Understood- Keep your eyes open, seems the extraction teams found at least three reanimated bodies, if that plant witch is among them we're gonna need to call for backup soon."
Another bolt of lightning crashed in the distance, making the soldiers look up ahead. "What is it with this freaky weather?"
Yet this would only be the start of the chaos, for several rows of walking corpses had been wandering amidst the area between the checkpoint and the place that Loki's more interesting game pieces had been situated. For Chimera and Yojin, they would have found that fortunately the zombies seemed to take little interest in the technology found within his store, and instead were flocking toward the area where one of Japan's most wanted villains had been, being lured toward him by the blasts of electricity surging from overhead like moths to a fire.
Ishtar however would notice that her phone was beeping, aside from a collection of excitable messages from her adoptive daughter, one in particular seemed to be an audio call from one of her agents in the field, who left only a short message: She is here before the call was absurdly cut off by the sound of eerie gnawing sounds.
And for Thunder Shock himself? He found himself in the spotlight that he deserved so much, but unfortunately the crowds approaching him were neither heroes or vigilantes, not even police but a group of walking corpses and skeletons eager to turn the Yakuza boss into their latest trophy. Fortunately, if he desired to do so, he could call for backup from his clan, the entrance to his city being fairly close.
And what about Kado? She would have found herself in a most unpleasant situation, in the sense that before the chaos happened she could have sworn she had seen an elderly woman looking like Mashu, but now with everything calmed down a little? She instead had to figure out a way to enter the closed-off district, but fortunately, it seemed that she had some potential distractions to put to use~
For now it appeared that everyone would have their hands full.
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Post by Thunder Shock on Jul 29, 2020 16:26:29 GMT -4
To say that Thundershock hadn't wasted any time with this invasion of the undead was a complete understatement. when this army of the deceased showed up in his underground city, his army had immediately been upon them, destroying their corpses left right and center. What he, or anyone fighting them off didn't know, was that there was another hidden agenda much more sinister than a simple assault.
They had taken the body of Thunder's deceased, beloved, Lilly. This woman had the largest monument at the grave site, it was the best kept and always had the most flowers adorning it. Lilly had been dead for many years, though Thunder had far from forgotten her. She had remained special to him all this time... so when it came to Thunders attention that they had taken her... well... rage wasn't a word powerful enough to describe the feeling that erupted from his heart.
The man immediately left the mansion, finding himself on the front lines of the battle and sweeping the swarm of 'zombies' almost effortlessly. He had searched and searched for where they may have taken her, but it seemed he hadn't been fast enough to find her, nor who was responsible.
In a fit of rage Thunder would lose control of his quirk, crying out in anguish as lightning erupted from his body in rapid succession. As he made his way to the surface, it seemed even the sky was affected by this crazy output of electricity that soared in every directly. The clouds themselves became charged and soon turned dark, reacting to his power. Lightning soon came crashing down from the charged clouds, essentially creating a thunderstorm out of nowhere.
"When I find you, death is going to be a mercy I won't give you!" He cried out as he now resembled a massive beacon of light walking through the streets of Kabuchiko. As Thundershock moved into a rampage to find the corpse of his lost love, Taichi found himself firing off a message to Ishtar to let her know what was happening. Though it seemed she was facing a similar situation...
"Well, best make sure we get her body back and calm him down. Heh, I haven't seen dad like this in quite some time." Taichi mused, bringing the phone up to his ear as he began to call the minor Lords of the Kobayashi. He called for their help, and that of their 'armies' to back up Thundershock. It took some time to organize, but they would soon make their way to the surface to deal with those Zombies as soon as they could organize.
Meanwhile, even though it was now easy to spot Thunder, no one seemed eager to approach him. They would all back away, allowing the titan to make his way through the skirmishes. Even while in this enraged state, the man was still able to focus his fire solely on the undead, leaving civilians and even heroes with only a tingling feeling left behind by his lightning.
He pressed forward, cutting through the mass of skeletons and undead in a blind effort to find her... finally, it was more powerful than him and he sucked in a deep breath.
"LILLY!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He cried out, almost as if he was challenging her, or rather the one who had taken her.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jul 29, 2020 17:12:19 GMT -4
Say one thing about studying to be a hero at UA, say it was never boring. Riots, underground cage matches, tournaments, and now, zombie apocalypses were all things that Yojin had unwittingly signed up for when he’d join Japan’s top hero academy. Right now, of everything he’d faced, the night of the living dead was actually one of the less frightened. Hell, what teenager hadn’t fantasized about carving their way through a horde of shambling mooks as a plucky survivor in a broken world? He’d even made a few cheeky designs on the side--chain blades, flamethrowers, and other anti-zombie weapons. Honestly? This could be a lot of fun.
Or, that’s probably what Yojin would have thought if he’d been at UA, behind a wall of hero students, with his mecha on hand, instead of stranded in the middle of Japan’s red-light district, with an active bounty on his head to boot.
Least he had Chimera by his side.
“So. Let’s go to Winchester, have a nice cold pint, wait for this to all blow over?” Yojin quipped, staring down at the screen of his phone, deftly piloting a drone overhead to get a bird's eye look at the district. They’d locked up Damage Control (which was hard to visit these days, with the bounty and all), and started to head back to UA, but it turned out they were in a bit of a hotspot, so they’d wedged themselves in an alleyway while Yojin tried to scrape together a plan.
“Fuck me there are a lot of them. I thought they were targeting the school?” Yojin complained, as the drone flew higher, and the true extent of the undead incursion revealed itself. “What do you think they’re after? There’s this big wall of 'em just down the street, right where we need to go. Maybe we can go around? Wait--”
Yojin blinked, as his camera feed started to get cracklier.
Something coming. Flashes of light, visible both on the camera screen, and his human eyes, just down the street.
Someone was fighting the zombies.
Yojin motioned for Chimera to be quiet, pulling both of them deeper into the alleyway, and tried to fly the drone closer to get a better look.
A street battle, just a few paces away. A clump of thugs, marching, street to street, pushing through the undead, cutting a path through the shambling horde. Flashes of light.
An explosion of brilliant electricity and noise.
The camera feed turned to static.
Thunder.
Thunder...shock.
Ice formed in Yojin’s stomach.
“Oh you have to be shitting me!”
Yojin peaked around the corner, just in time to see Tokyo’s (second) most notorious villain obliterate a horde of shamblers with an arcing, booming blast of electricity, while the overloaded carcass of the little quadcopter Yojin had used fell from the sky.
Yojin bit his lip. He’d liked that drone.
Behind Thundershock, the Yakuza were cleaning up the stragglers, checking, window by window, alleway by alleyway for stray undead that their boss had missed, while moving civilians inside and closing up shops. Small mercies. They were actually protecting the people of Kabukicho, maybe as well as the police would have. A little nugget of gold inside the shit sundae that Yojin’s summer break had just become.
"LILLY!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
A bolt crashed down in the street right next to them, and Yojin jumped, his heart pounding in his chest.
Maybe Thunder would pass by them, but his men were going to check the alleway. Yojin could head back, but that took him straight into the undead they’d just ran from, and…
It felt like the walls were closing in on him, options low. He’d played against Thunder twice, and the guy probably wanted to settle a grudge, even if “Fix” or “Yojin” was a nobody. And even if Thunder didn’t recognize him, there was his moped, the fact that he’d been on TV in the sports festival, and Chimera, who was also very recognizable. And the zombies certainly weren’t going to play mercifully, even if Chimera and him had a decent shot at fighting them. But…
I need a lever. A hook. A reason for him to want me alive--
Ishtar’s bounty. I’m worth money. Or. Fix is.
Chimera won't like it, but….
Yojin paused, and waited for the next strike of lightning to come, watching Thunder’s movements carefully. His friend was more sensitive to that than he was.
“Chimera. Put on the mask I made you. Cover me if this gets rough.” He breathed.
A second later, the next bolt came down. Yojin made a break for it.
Yojin tugged on his welding mask, and became Fix. He hopped onto his moped, using his quirk to force-start it, and zoomed out of the alleyway, kicking up smoke behind him. As the crack of the lightning bolt faded, Yojin pulled a crowbar out of his gear bag, gunning his moped straight at the intimidating form of the Yakuza boss, like he was about to ram the guy.
Before the thugs could pull guns at him, or Thunder could toss a bolt, Yojin abruptly swerved aside, into a the path of the zombie Thunder’s last bolt had missed, and swung the crowbar like a baseball bat, slamming it into the creature’s skull with the full force of the moped behind the swing. It felt, the skull caving in like a watermelon, and Yojin felt his stomach churn as the zombie caught on the crowbar.
He hit the brake, and turned the moped into a sliding stop, right in front of Thundershock. Unmistakably the same bike that had rammed the villain during the battle over Haruuhi. The same helmet, if Thundershock had been watching. A featureless welding helmet. The engine purred, steam rising off Yojin and the bike.
Yojin swiped the crowbar forward, struggling zombie still “hooked” on the end like a fish, tossing in front Thundershock like a peace offering, or some macabre gift.
“Been a while. Last time you were in a cage, fighting Bugman.” Yojin said, the vocoder in the mask making him sound androgynous, raspy, and mechanical. “Zombies are bad for business. I can help you. Truce?”
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Post by Kado Nisshoku on Jul 29, 2020 18:15:51 GMT -4
That grave robbing undead looking lich lord wannabe bastard! Kado had spotted during this "Loki's" little broadcast and partial taunt towards the villains, aimed mostly towards Ishtar and Thundershock more than likely, a certain elderly individual in the background of the scene at Kabukicho.
The only problem being with her trying to get there to verify if it really was Mashu's corpse brought back to a twisted semblance of life, was that the damned military had decided to show up and place the whole area under a fucking lockdown. Normally there would be no way she could get in there without being spotted. Certainly not on her motorcycle, and definitely not on Thorn. The onyx and crimson plant wyvern was a little conspicuous at the best of times...
But she had one advantage that the military did not... She had lived and worked in Kabukicho for two years. And every barrier, no matter how many were put into place, had its weak points. First and foremost amongst them, the subway system. With that thought in mind, she waited for the next crashing bolt of lightning to strike before revving her engine and making her way towards the nearest entrance.
It took a little bit of doing to get her bike down into the system itself, but thankfully there wasn't any carriages occupying the station and so she gunned it down the tracks. Kado contemplated the situation as she sped through the darkness, the echoes of the growling dead above her resonating in the tunnels strata.
The crashing bolts of lightning were probably the result of the pissed off Yakuza boss himself no doubt. But what confused her was why the military weren't making any advances into Kabukicho... what were they waiting for, or were they looking for something else and using this whole thing as an excuse?
The fact they were able to be deployed so quickly and efficiently definitely had her conspiracy brain firing on all cylinders. The possibility that this Loki had someone in a position to engineer this, or was in fact himself in league with the government... Perhaps Daffodil wasn't as good at manipulating the politics around Quirkers as she thought she was...
Such thoughts would have to wait though as Kado was soon arriving at a stop that she knew was well into Kabukicho itself, past the blockade. A quick hop up the emergency ramp with her bike and she was soon ascending into the city streets, where she came across Thundershock himself surrounded by Yakuza, undead, and... a kid in a welding mask?
The masked and cloaked red-head ran her bike through one of the skeletons before pulling a pistol from its failing undead grip, and took a few shots into each of the undead around her, her eyes widening from how much recoil the shots produced... Thankfully with all the undead around she managed to avoid hitting any of the living, even if not her intended targets... Kado bowed her head towards the blonde and pissed Yakuza boss.
"A pleasure to finally meet you Thundershock, albeit I wish it were under far more pleasant circumstances." she said, her own masks synthesizer doing what it could to distort her voice, before popping off another shot into a nearby skeleton, reducing the skull of the skeleton three rows behind her intended target into dust. "Thurisaz, although you may know me better as Verdure." Kado introduced herself before deciding that it would probably be best to offer the pistol to Thundershock. He was the Yakuza after all and so would know better how to use one of these damned things.
That and her wrist was absolutely killing her right now... The leather bodysuit probably helped to absorb some of the guns recoil, but not that much. She gave it a tentative poke and winced. Definitely sprained... This was going to be a pain in the arse.
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Jul 29, 2020 20:34:17 GMT -4
"How was the recital, Sonya? Did you like it?" Her voice was so warm, like sunlight. She pulled a strand of dark hair out of her eyes as she smiled, blinding.
"What do you think of this apartment, Sonya? Parisian layouts are so strange," Her laugh was like rain on a warm day, soothing, purifying.
"I love it when you play, Sonya. Can you play it again?"
"Sonya."
"I love you Sonya."
"Don't worry, It's just a tuneup."
"It's empty." Sonya said, standing at the grave. It was a simple tombstone that simply said; 'Here lies Setsuna Chernova, Beloved Wife.' White Marble stone, a single plot. Nothing fancy. That's what she'd asked for in her will. Everything she wanted, she got. It was simple, it was peaceful, and it was something that Sonya had come to terms with. She'd let go. Setsuna was good, at peace, a gentle soul that would rest quietly. A veil of frost began to form over the marble; "It's. Empty." Sonya hissed, her fingers clenching tightly around the handle of the umbrella. Her jaw set. Her heart pounding in her ears.
"We will find him my la-" Atalanta began, the red haired butler reaching for her mistress. Sonya swatted her away, there was a hiss as the light touched her skin, the only reason her skin was left unblackened by Sonya's lethal quirk. Sonya's eyes blazed with fresh light, her tears poured freely, turning to arsenic as they left her body. Her veins turned silver, mercury boiling in her blood. She trembled with barely repressed rage; "IT IS EMPTY!" She howled, light burning on her skin even as the sun tried to suppress it. Even the light of the summer sun could not hold her down. "HE TOOK HER!"
Atalanta held up her hands, her normally inscrutable expression faltering. She tilted her head, glancing toward the path beyond. A few people were far enough away to be out of earshot. "Such things are beneath you now."
Her voice turned even, her frown set into a thin line; "Don't you play 'prophet' with me right now. High Priestess." Ishtar said. "This is personal, this will not stand, if you and your church won't help me, then-" Ataltanta held up her hands. "I am at your disposal, as I said when I first entered your service. What would you have me do?"
Ishtar paused, her mechanical eyes swirling in her head, the lenses repositioning like the gears of her labyrinthine mind. She reached up and gripped her own arm, the silver vanishing from her skin; "Use my phone. Get the word out; Ishtar wants Loki. Suspend my bounties and inform the heroes of a cease fire for the time being. Villains that follow me will fall in line. The heroes will stay out of my way if they know what is good for them," She hissed and marched away from the empty hole in the ground.
"What will you do?" Atalanta called, already pulling out the burner cell.
Ishtar turned and looked back at her; a cruel smile on her face. "Meet with a friend."
The announcement by Loki had come by mid day with the spilling of blood beginning just as evening began to fall. The sun was already tilting on the horizon; which meant that Ishtar had access to most of her powers. She rode in the small car toward Kabukicho. The chaos was already becoming too much for the police to handle. A hero rushed toward their car to try to stop them from moving in that direction; but the wave of horrors going past cornered civilians on the ground. He assessed the situation, realized that the vehicle would be safer and changed direction. Ishtar sat in silence, rage boiling beneath her skin.
Another wave of zombies crested past them, forcing them to stop. But it would seem that another coming god of this world would see her walk the streets in her full glory. Lightning crackled in the sky, a flash of light arcing toward the clouds as her dear friend released his wrath into the world. The clouds gathered, incensed, enraged, and grew dark. What little sunlight that protected the world from Ishtar's wrath faded, and she opened the door to the car, slipping her respirator over her face. The driver sat in silence as a ribbon of white light cast away the pall of horrors that were climbing over the vehicle. He didn't look back as he drove away. Nor did she look for him.
She drew in a breath and began to walk.
She followed the crackles of thunder, keeping to the side alleys as to conserve her power, but made sure to draw her quirklight around her body, making her skin glow a bright white; she appeared as a being of pure energy, pink eyes glowing with an irridescent blaze. She held it tight, though, not daring to waste a mote of staminal. The military was already overhead and very few buildings had large lights attached to them. With the moon blocked out as well by the clouds; she would be powerless if she wasted her strength.
She made her way up the side a small building, crouching down as she alighted on the surface as another crackle of power washed overhead; "Any other day I would urge you control yourself..." She muttered under her breath as she approached the side, looking down. There he was, bathed in power, while it looked like someone else had joined the party. Two someone else's. Her mechanical eyes swirled in confusion as she recognized her dear Kado or Thurisaz as she preferred it. With them was someone... young? He wore a mask and appeared to be aiding Thunder Shock. That was good enough.
She watched the cresting mass of shambling evil stretch out down the street. He had to be here, or near, he had to be. He could hear her. He would hear her. She reached up for the broadcast unit around her throat and turned it all the way to maximum. She watched one of the wretched things crawling on the ground, inching toward the person with the mask. She stepped off the side.
"PROSTRATE, PRAY, WEEP. I AM HERE."
Her hand lanced out, a plate of hard light forming between the stranger helping Thunder Shock just as she landed on the ground. The creature slamming into it with a bestial howl. She flicked her hand upside down, a ribbon of white light coiling around the creature and cutting it in two with a sickening hiss of radiant light. She drew the ribbon back into her hand and tilted her head looking between the three individuals present.
"Thunder Shock, I've come, dear," she glanced to the right, looking at Kado. "Thurisaz. You as well," She said, keeping the affection out of her voice. Her head finally turned, glowing, mute white, to the boy. "But I do not know who you are." Her voice came out like a mechanical rasp amidst the storm, winds, and screams.
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Post by Chimera on Jul 29, 2020 21:29:14 GMT -4
1459 WC Hello new friends? | Honestly, the zombie apocalypse was not the worst thing Chimera had ever experienced in his life, even since coming to Japan. That sentiment would have likely been different if it were any of his friends or family among the newly risen but for now he was thankfully disconnected from the emotional trauma that having your loved one necromanced might bring. He wasn't stupid or unsympathetic, of course. Every one of these living corpses was somebody's child, somebody's friend, somebody's lover, somebody's parent...he not only couldn't imagine how that must feel but he really, really didn't want to.
This was going to be a hard enough fight due to sheer numbers, without the emotional backlash of destroying a living person's dearly departed on top of it.
Chimera kept pressed against the wall of the alley that he and Yojin had wound up in, ears perked as he listened. The sounds were awful. The zombies were just a stampede of footsteps and groans of agony, intermittently interrupted by the sound of screaming civilians. He wanted to help those people. At the same time, they shouldn't be here. Kabukicho was not a safe place for two UA students on a good day, let alone when one had a bounty on their head. They had to be smart with what they were doing. They needed to be strategic before they moved forward. Which, unfortunately, Chimera was better at when he wasn't distracted by the moaning wails of the undead.
At least all of the adrenaline was keeping any other pesky feelings at bay.
Yojin was looking through the camera of one of his drones for a route out, while Chimera continued to listen for clues. Police sirens, a direction where the sounds were softer...anything would work right now. Anything but Yojin's shitty jokes. "That movie is older than either of us," he grunted as a loud noise went up the street. Something like a car backing up, but not quite. A gun shot...?
Well. When in Kabukicho.
"Can't we cut through the back streets? Or hell, hold onto me and I can get us up onto a roof, and we can travel from there. Your parkor isn't that bad, right?"
Again there was a loud sudden sound. This time, it was close enough that he could recognize it clearly. It was a peal of thunder, ripping through the droning noise like a jagged knife through rice paper, making his sensitive ears ring with pain. Chimera winced and had to bring his paws up to cover them. What the hell?! The sky was cloudy, yeah, but it wasn't storming! And that thunder had been so close, but he hadn't seen any lightning. It was impossible to smell ozone over the stench of dead things, too. So then where had that sound--
Yojin cursed and looked around the corner, and after a moment a screech came from down the street ahead of them, in the same direction as the sound of thunder. Which was, in fact, technically also the source of the shouting.
Chimera looked out as well, his head over Yojin's by a good margin, but he pulled back much faster with wide eyes and his hands clasped over his muzzle to prevent any sudden sounds of dread from slipping out. No way. Nuh-uh. That was not Thundershock, one of Japan's most dangerous villains, literally coming up the street next to them. Was it? It couldn't be. That was ju--
Another loud crack of thunder made his head spin again and he leaned harder into the wall behind him, bending forward a bit. Oh god. Where were his noise cancelling headphones? He didn't go anywhere without them these days. Not to the city, at least. His claws started digging through the pockets of his black jeans, all the while incredibly distracted by the thought of Thundershock being mere meters away from them. Hahah. They were both going to die, right?
Except maybe not? Chimera found the earphones and was starting to put them in when the thought came to him. We're not helpless first years back at Semper Fi, we're trained for this now. We can fight back if we have to. Even if it's just to buy us time to get the hell out of here, we're not helpless. As long as Yojin doesn't do anything utterly stupid like putting his mask back on and oh god fucking DAMMIT YOJIN!!
"You--"
Chimera started to rebuke Yojin's words when another thunder crack went down the street and he felt a throbbing ache in the back of his eyeballs, and when he opened them again Yojin was gone. Just fucking gone. Oh the cheap trick using slimey little son of a bitch was going to get them both killed. Chimera put the noise cancelling headphones in first as to not get dizzied again by the next blast, and then, despite every other instinct of his screaming to go after Yojin and drag him and his stupid suicidal ass back into this alley...
He put the mask on, using the straps in the back to tie his ears behind him like a ponytail of sorts. It was certainly a mask of Yojin's design--which was to say the thing had four large spikes on it, two sticking straight up and two jutting from near his jaw and curving toward his chin; was spray-painted black save for the color of the visor and the tips of the spikes which were bright yellow; and said visor was cut horizontally much like a welding mask. Add to it a odd beak-like addition that hid his muzzle and the mask did a pretty damn good job of making Chimera look very much not like, well, Chimera. Which given how outstanding he looked was no small feat. Chimera pulled tighter the long-sleeved black shirt he was also wearing--another one of Yojin's "second skin" armor pieces that better suited working at the shop than his very obvious hero suit--to hide as much of the fur on his paws as he could. Like this, he looked more like some freaky demon or dragon than a goat-dog-cat-rabbit thing.
Chimera looked through the now yellow tinted world, staring down the street where Yojin had gone and crashed the dethmobile into a zombie right in front of Thundershock, and listened. God. Yes, let's just team up with the goddamn villains, why don't we? What a splendid, absolutely not insane idea, Yojin. A couple of seconds passed before Chimera pulled back and looked up. He saw a fire escape, and with a decently high hop he grabbed onto the railing, hoisted himself up, and started climbing toward the roof of the building. It was only about three stories high but it would give him a better vantage point than an alley. And would also give him a better angle for dropping a charge down onto an angry villain's head, should Thundershock be less receptive than he hoped.
Hoped. Like he wanted to do this. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.
Chimera made it to the ledge and kept just out of sight as best he could, his ears letting him tune into the words spoken. New voices popped up. One came shortly after the noise of another motorbike came to a halt nearby--a woman, using some manner of firearm. Yay, guns. Just what he needed. At least the noise wasn't as bad now with the earphones in. Then shortly after another woman's voice...or something mimicking a woman's voice, it was all sorts of mechanical, not unlike Yojin's own voice synthesizer. Her intro was a bit hammier than the other's and from her words alone, she knew Thundershock and the other wowman--Thurisaz, Verdure, whoever she was.
Villains. More fucking villains. More. Fucking. Villains.
Yojin you're going to die if you screw this up.
Chimera wanted nothing more than to jump down. But, unfortunately, his best use of himself was as a blunt object. A sudden charge at top speed with his horns, then tossing the person away while they were disoriented. If he gave himself away too soon, it would be a lot harder to get the jump on anybody. The zombies were not much of an issue in that regard--they were zombies, they would be easy targets if they were just shambling along. Living people who had the brains (hah) to dodge him were a bigger issue.
So for now, he would wait, until somebody got too close to Yojin, or leveled a weapon in his direction. They're realize pretty quickly that that was a mistake.
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Post by Esperia on Jul 30, 2020 1:30:27 GMT -4
It was clear that for whatever reason Loki had committed those sins, he had at the very least gained the attention of the people he wanted. Yet where had Loki disappeared to? Certainly, there had been quite some commotion in the wake of his announcement, but there had been no reports yet about the villain being sighted. Instead, it seemed that Thunder Shock was showing that great power draws people in, for as he and the Kobayashi clan unleashed their wrath upon the dead and ensure no citizen would remain outdoors, the unlikely arrival of the disguised hero students was accompanied by the presence of two of his own kin: villains.
It seemed that this was a trigger for something, for the moment Thunder Shock called out for his fallen love, something happened. At first it was a tremor, similar like the ones Japanese citizen had been used to experience during an earthquake yet it soon was followed by something else. A large tree suddenly rose from several blocks past the barricade, towering high in the sky like a skyscraper, but whether it was a signal or something else remained to be seen.
In the direction of the Underground city a pair of footsteps came, and Thunder Shock would be greet with a familiar sight. Dashing toward him beaming a bright smile was one of his children, the girl who had inherited both his ability to manipulate and conjure electricity, and gained the ability of the esteemed Shindou line to shape the iron within her body into weaponry: Mi Kobayashi.
"Papa!" She called out excitedly as her mother walked quietly behind the girl, her sword sheathed on her hip while she gave a slight nod toward him. Mi meanwhile started to speak excitedly. "We just got back from beyond the barricade~ Seems Lilly-chan and two other people tried to barricade themselves in a large store. We helped out a little by killing the guys chasing them but..."
She raised a finger to her chin and pondered for a moment. "There are some enemies inside the place that mom said you'll best avoid. They wear this fancy looking army uniform and are dangerous. One of our guys got a bit reckless and tried to attack one of them, but umm... he got his backdoor handed to him when the guy got shot by some weird bullet, can't use his quirk or anything so we'll take him to Mami-chan to look into it."
The girl's gaze shifted from Thunder Shock to Sonya, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Papa sure knows how to pick them~ Anyways I'm heading back home~ stay safe out there, and have fun with your friends~" The girl said as she made a cheerful wave at the others and prepared to leave.
For now it seemed that the rising tide of undead had been dealt with, although the sound of footsteps resounded in the distance, and several soldiers could be seen approaching the barricade, counting the additional two that were already present, it seemed like there were roughly twenty of them in total already.
However, they had yet to notice the approaching threat that the group might represent.
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Post by Thunder Shock on Jul 30, 2020 11:27:22 GMT -4
As his cry echoed into the skies above, pleading for Lilly to appear, Thundershock could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest. He'd already used up so much energy that he needed a quick refuel. It was probably this saving grace that ensured Thundershock didn't lash out towards the sudden appearance of a young masked man on a moped. In any other circumstance he would have fried the boy then and there for daring to approach him the way that he did. However, when he took down another of the undead, he'd redeemed his aggressive little mistake.
"Hmph." Was all he said to thank the boy for taking it down. The huff soon turned into a sneer as he mentioned the cage match, and Thunders eyes flashed dangerously bright thanks to the lightning already surging though them.
"Stay the hell out of my way and you won't die. Truce enough?" he said harshly, taking a step forward only to be stopped by yet another appearance. This time a woman on a motorcycle. At least she didn't come charging at him like a raging bull the way the brat did. His rage towards the situation was soon masked by annoyance, and the light of electricity soon died out of his eyes as if the rage had been the source of it's powers.
"Listen, Greeny, we don't have time for introductions. We find what's his face, Loki, and you bring his dead ass to me. Otherwise, you stay out of my way. If I tell you not to attack one of these undead, you don't fucking approach her, understand?" He said seriously to the two gathered there, standing tall in an imposing manner. It wasn't until Sonya arrived on the scene that one of the first walls he'd build up around his heart trembled. He opened his mouth to speak once more, but the ground soon found itself shaking under their feet.
'An Earthquake?' Thundershock thought to himself, his eyes narrowing as he braced himself. This wasn't a natural earthquake, there was no doubt in his mind about that. It felt more like something massive was moving underground, and as he suspected a massive tree sprouted out of the ground in front of them, growing larger and larger into one of the biggest trees in the area.
"She can use her quirk..." He muttered under his breath as his heart ached at the sight of the tree. If she could use her quirk then... was she truly like the rest of these undead? He didn't believe she could truly be revived, but he knew he needed to see her for himself.
He took a step towards the tree but then stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the approaching military not that far off in the distance. So they finally dared to approach hunh? He only pulled his gaze away from them when Mirai and her mother arrived briefly. Mi gave her report and teased him, and Thundershock could only nod.
"Tell Shadow to have Shouto's men hold them off." He said as Mirai retreated. he'd then look under his feet and thought of the direction in which the roots had originated from. That must mean that Lilly was in the opposite direction. He chanced a glance at Sonya before reaching into his pocket and retrieving what looked like 3 round white candies. He stuck them in his mouth before he took off without a word to the others. It wasn't as if they were a team, and he wasn't about to order them to follow, lest they hurt Lilly...
'I'm coming Lilly...' He thought to himself desperately as he followed the cracked pavement the tree had created on it's way towards him. It eventually led him to a store, and it was only then that Thundershock slowed his pace.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jul 30, 2020 13:52:25 GMT -4
Knock one problem down, and two more rise to take its place. Nice to see I can always count on that rule of life.
Before Yojin could so much as breathe a sigh of relief at Thundershock’s...sorta-promise...not to kill him, more villains started to crawl out of the woodwork. The masked gunwoman on the motorcycle didn’t seem to be too much of a problem. Indeed, despite the aura of danger she undeniably let off, Yojin swore he felt a glimmer of inexperience. Maybe it was her shooting technique. She held her weapon like a rookie.
“Great. Works for me. Where do you find these peo--” Yojin began to say, then trouble with a capital T appeared. Light flashed through the street, but not from another bolt. Quieter. More precise.
A laser?
Zombie flesh seared, but Yojin didn’t feel the heat. When the light faded, a masked woman was standing there. Eyes glowing. Voice like nails in a blender. For a brief, beautiful moment, Yojin couldn’t place it, but then his heart froze in his chest. “Glowing pink eyes.” Yuuto said.
Lecter-mask. Like she’s trying not to take a bite out of someone.
Bolts of cold light, burning--the glow.
Yojin almost fell off his moped, arms legs turning into liquefied jelly. Frozen like a rabbit in front of an eagle, or something stupid like that. He literally couldn’t move.
Her.
Ishtar.
Oh fuck oh fuck of fuck of fuck.
A tiny, hysterical giggle forced its way out of Yojin's mask, utterly inappropriate for their current circumstances. On the inside, he was screaming, and only the shock and paralysis kept him from kneeling on the ground, or gunning the moped and fleeing screaming into the night.
"Me? Y--Fix. Back from the dead as well." He gasped. Fuck. He hadn't lied. He's said it. Couldn't run now. Oh fuck. How? Why? Here?! "Forgive me if I don't kneel. Sore legs. from running. We meet at last."
God. It just slipped out. He was so dead.
Thunder and Ishtar were both here. Thunder, Ishtar, and a third...friend. Minion. Thunder and Ishtar were...friends? Fuckbuddies? More? He was panicking. Couldn't think.
Fuuuuuuuck.
A few more breaths, and his brain started working again, even if most of it was still immediately a trapped animal, swearing, screaming, and scrambling to run and hide.
Thunder and Ishtar were here. Ishtar had just zapped some zombies off of Yojin’s own back. She’d just helped him.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Thunder didn’t recognize him.
And god, he was probably in too deep to run now. While he’d been panicking, some girl a little older than him that looked a lot like Thunder had ran up, and started explaining how someone (Lily?) had barricaded herself in a store, and was raising some...giant tree.
So Kabuchiko was still in danger, Thunder was hunting Lily, and this might be the best chance to study Ishtar he was gonna get.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
God. What had playing hero ever got him? Nothing but misery. But...if they didn’t kill him, this was probably safer than zombies. And if Chimera and him did get past the zombies--
“Ishtar. Thunder. Greenie...and Fix. You wanted to talk, right? Here I am." Yojin gasped, the words ending in hysterical laugh, idling his bike to follow at pace with Thunder. He barely dared to look at her. Look at Ishtar. Any second, she'd grab him, and--he took a breath, kept talking-- “Soldiers, you say? JSDF? Not cops? Interesting'”
Yojin didn’t trust soldiers much.
So stay the course. Find a lever, and pull. Find a back, and stab it.
FUCK.
He slid off his moped, walking it, and while Thunder pushed forward to the store, Yojin started to work again. Hopefully, he could buy time for Chimera to keep up. God, he hoped Chiemra hadn’t ditched him. If his friend had...well…
Could Yojin really blame him?
Honestly, he sorta hoped Chimera would. He didn’t want to drag anyone else deeper into this shit.
Focus. Yojin stopped in front of “Greenie,” and dug in his backpack. She seemed like the best angle to start.
“Hold up. You. Greenie.” Yojin said, his voice still shaky, but managing a sort of devil-may-care confidence again. “You’re wearing motorcycle leather, right? Nothing stronger?”
He pulled out a thin sheet of some slick, plastic-looking material with straps on the edges, and tossed it over. “Chestplate. Not my best, that’s meant to go under metal. It’s probably better than what you have.”
Satisfied with that, Yojin walked over to a car parked outside the shop that Thunder seemed ready to raid, and punched the molding, right next to the gas tank. Yellow sparks crackled along the car briefly, then. It popped off, exposing everything underneath.
“Right. We’re all friends now. You satisfied with your weapon, Greenie? The pistol. It’s just…” Yojin paused, not wanting to tell the obviously dangerous villain that she held the gun like she was scared it might bite her. “I can do better. Anyone else need weapons or armor?”
While he talked, Yojin stripped parts off the car with alarming speed, occasionally picking something out from his bag--a zippo lighter, some rubber tubing, while he extracted the car’s gas tank, and started to build...something. He tried to keep his quirk use as subtle as possible, blocking the villain’s view of what he was doing with his body.
“Can also scout inside with a drone if you give me a second. Guess you can also go running in ahead, kick in the door. Could be entertaining. Ishtar. We good?”
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Post by Kado Nisshoku on Jul 31, 2020 5:19:49 GMT -4
And of course Ishtar made for one hell of an entrance of her own with that laser beam of radiation based death searing into the undead. Kado gave a little bow towards the silver haired goddess at her arrival, although behind her mask she was pouting at being called "Greenie" by both Thundershock and this Fix person. Wait, wasn't Fix one of the names on Ishtar's little hit-list?
"I doubt I can cash in on that little bounty my dear?" the masked red-head asked almost flippantly as she gestured towards the boy in the welders mask.
When the earthquake struck, Kado braced herself although she could sense a massive swelling of plant-life forming, her eyes widening at the sight of the massive tree forming a few blocks away. She couldn't help but get a sense of deja vu from a certain young lady that she had met recently.
Thundershock however seemed to recognise the tree. But there wasn't much time to ponder on what that could mean as one of his Yakuza minions arrived and began to exposit regarding the military forces surrounding Kabukicho. "An additional note to that report, the majority of the force surrounding us didn't appear to be making any moves to close the noose as it were." Kado added to the girls report. "And they definitely didn't appear to be carrying the usual JSDF equipment..." she mused, glancing towards Ishtar from behind her mask.
When Fix began to address her, she slowly nodded at his question. "Thurisaz. And yes, it gives me-" she began to explain before a chestplate was suddenly thrust upon her by the young man. "Whilst I appreciate the offer, there is a slight... design flaw to be compensated for." the masked red-head pointed out with a chuckle at the difference between the mans chest and her own chest. She began to put it on over her motorcycle leathers all the same, although wearing it more akin to a corset than the chest-armour it was designed to be.
When he asked about weapons next, she gave a light scoff before tossing the pistol towards him. "I've been given all the ammunition I need." she said, reaching out her hand towards the nearby massive root. The root began to shake and quake, its structure starting to break apart into a veritable hailstorm of splinters and fibre that swirled around Kado.
"Chilling flames engulf the entire world. Pitch-dark flower, set into bloom!" she invoked, her cloak whipping around her in the torrent of wind formed by the cyclone of plant matter. The former root's pieces began to amalgamate into a massive form before taking on the shape of crimson petal like wings, and onyx toned flesh, as her Quirk Summon wyvern beast erupted into life and roared!
Kado reached up towards her draconic beasts head, slowly petting it underneath its jaw. "Lady Ishtar, care to take a ride?" she asked, noting that out of them all here that she was the only one without a means of transportation. It would also allow them to have some measure of aerial attack options should the military decide to push in further with their helicoptors as well as their soldiers.
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Aug 1, 2020 0:12:15 GMT -4
Ishtar's lips parted when she saw the flicker in her friend's eyes, a grief she felt kinship for. The first tremor came a heartbeat later and her glowing form turned in the direction of the source; pink eyes blazing bright to catch every detail of what she was- it was huge. Her head tilted up as a twisted mockery of mother nature's beauteous fury rose from the concrete jungle about them. Thunder said something under his breath, she barely caught it, her eyes flicking to the left to meet his but he was already focused on his target. What was it? Why a tree? It was awe inspiring to be certain but... she narrowed her eyes as he stopped dead in his tracks and followed his gaze. Another Kobayashi arrived, reporting to her father and master. Lilly? Who was Lilly? The girl shot a mischievous look at Ishtar and Ishtar responded with narrowed eyes. Now was not the time.
Thunder gave his order. He was delaying the soldiers. Who was Lilly? The sound of a barely repressed hysterical laugh almost distracted her. She dismissed the sound as background noise. She looked down the way. Something twisted in her chest, an ache on behalf of someone one cared for. Empathy. She looked at Thunder with a mixed expression in her luminous eyes. He popped some candies into his mouth and she nodded. She would help him, that was their agreement. Until, of course, she found Setsuna... or Loki.
Murder blossomed in her heart for the second time as she turned to follow Thunder Shock, revving her powers up again, getting that glow going. She needed to coat her entire b-
"Me? Y--Fix. Back from the dead as well."
Ishtar stopped in her tracks. Her glow fading. Reducing from a full body sheet of white that made her look like an energy being to nothing more than a sheet of glittering diamond dust across her skin and hair. Her head turned. Slowly. Heartbeats stretched into what felt like minutes as she finally turned to gaze upon the mask of the boy who quipped about not kneeling. She just... stared at him. One eye wide, one eye squinted, all of her absolutely consumed with confusion.
He has... got to be kidding. He couldn't possibly be that... is he really that short?
She turned to face him, her eyes wide and took a step toward him. You can't be serious...
She blinked a few more times, glancing over at Kado with a look of he's lying, right?. Kado simply offered a flippant response to the whole thing, suggesting that she couldn't take in on the bounty now that they were face to face. Ishtar pulled back and looked at Fix one last time, she tilted her head and...
Burst. Out. Laughing. She expelled the tension with one long raspberry that exploded into raucous laughter. She leaned forward, gripping her sides and staggered to the right, laughing and laughing, she reached up to her eye and tried to wipe a tear but it sizzled against her skin and she flicked it away. She looked up at him and waved her hands for a moment as if begging him to stop just... being... himself. She kept laughing until her ribs hurt. She caught her breath and exhaled. "ahaahaha... oh... goodness I needed that," She said, the tension leaving her shoulders. She stood up straight and tilted her head again at him, shaking her head as if she was looking at a kindergartener that had just did an 'oopsie'.
"You didn't hear? I thought you lived on the internet," She strode toward him, her strides purpouseful. "I suspended the bounty on you and the others for the time being. But that's okay~ Since you're here..." She drew close enough to see the edges on the helmet and close enough for him to see the swirling lenses in her eyes. Her eyes narrowed, a harsh edge to her expression that lasted another pair of heartbeats. Finally, she relaxed said; "I wanted to talk to you about boundaries, young man. But ever since I put you on that list you've been a good little boy and haven't stepped on my toes. So I'm prepared to let it go, I'll take you off my list when I get home...so long as you don't cross me again in the meantime," She tapped her chin and looked up at the clouded sky.
"But... since we're here together, and you're still on the list... Well I can't allow anyone on my list to die. Those are the rules. So stay close dearie, you're under my protection tonight," She looked down at him with happy almost sparkly eyes, a smile so wide he could see her cheeks shift a little past her mask.
She looked away from him at that point and made her way toward Kado; "Come along, boy. If you stray out of my sight I can't keep you alive," She said, stepping toward the red head as the girl added to the report. Standard hardware, which means they weren't prepared with anti-quirker weaponry or anything ASTA issued. That was actually good news... Sonya was proud of her products as much as she knew it sometimes was used against her beloved villains. She crossed her arms behind her back and raised an amused eyebrow as Kado motioned toward her chest, she was professional enough to keep her mouth shut concerning that magnificent- ahem.
She was brought out of her memory of that night at her penthouse when Kado began to set to work. Her invocation a likely memnonic device to help her manage her quirk. The plant matter that exploded into the air and swirled about them finally took shape and Ishtar let out a low, crackling whistle through her ventilator. She looked the dragon up an down and nodded, stepping toward it and reaching up to her hands, tugging on her gloves and concentrating as her light began to build in the fragments of diamond dust on her skin, spreading out until it formed a sheet of white light again.
"I love how you think, Thurisaz," She quipped, striding past her and reaching out a hand to the woman to squeeze Kado's hand once before approaching the creature. She stopped and hesitated, glancing back at Fix. She made a... childish noise. "Hrmph... I gave my word to keep the boy alive. Is there room for him?" She asked, resting her hands on her hips.
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Post by Chimera on Aug 1, 2020 11:27:27 GMT -4
1015 WC My man, back off! | Chimera had no idea if he should be relieved or even more terrified at Yojin not only being accepted by Thundershock--if only in a begrudging "don't get in my line of fire and you'll live" sort of way, but hey, small mercies. He also didn't get shot by the woman with the gun, and the other wasn't speaking too much at the moment. Chimera drew in a small breath. Alright. Okay. This was going to be insane but maybe this would be fine. Not good, not okay, but fine. It wasn't like Yojin stood out very much. So long as they didn't run into anybody who actually knew the Fix persona they would be fine.
A sudden rumbling of the earth brought his attention from their voices, and it distracted him enough that the footsteps of more people approaching went unnoticed. Chimera tipped his head up and looked over the rim of the rooftop, in the direction of a sound he could only describe as concrete being ripped through like paper. A magnificent and enormous tree towered above the buildings, like something one would see closer to the heart of Tokyo rather than out here in Kabukicho. For a moment panic seeped into his veins.
Is that Miku? Miku isn't out here, is she? Oh God, I hope she isn't, she should be back at school. It's safer there. I know she's strong but...
But the thoughts retreated. No, there was no way a tree of that size could have come from Miku Hajimari. Strong as he knew she was, he had also seen the limitations of her Quirk in a place like the city. Getting a full grown tree in the concrete would have been hard enough--making it that large had to have been out of her skill range. So then it was a Quirk similar to Miku's...?
Another girl's voice started speaking, starting by saying "Papa", and Chimera felt a manic little giggle threaten to escape. Hah. Thunder was a dad? What. She must have been a Yakuza as well. Great. Who was Lilly? Was that who had brought the tree up? It would be a pretty appropriate name if it were true.
And then Yojin introduced himself, and the voice of the woman with the gun joked about the bounty, and then--
Ishtar.
Chimera jolted up, forgoing whatever stealth he had been achieving to look down on the people below. There. There she was. From this distance, it was hard to make out the color of her eyes, or the gear she was wearing--looking at her hurt if he tried to focus for too long--but the glow, the hair, the way Yojin was responding to her very presence...it was her. The woman who put a bounty on Yojin, on Yumi, on Meara, on Yuuto, Feng, on their teachers. The nightmare they'd known would be coming into reality before the end of the month, lest any more harm be done. She was right here, and she was so close to Yojin, and Chimera felt the overwhelming urge to move, now, move!!
He took a leap back, placing himself on the farther end of the roof, and took a running start. When he jumped from the top of the three story building he got quite a good amount of air-time--more than enough for him to reach the side of the street that the quartet of criminals (yes, including Yojin, sorry) was standing. Just when Ishtar was at her closest he landed right at Yojin's side. Whatever she'd been saying or actions she'd been taking didn't register to him in the moment--he landed on one knee, entirely unbothered or bruised, and stood up sharply to tower over the woman in front of him, a long, muscular arm suddenly in the space between her and his partner.
Friend.
A low growl came from beneath the beak on his mask.
"Not so close. He's already well protected."
To be fair, he didn't really want to growl--it was a little on the demeaning side, and he always thought he sounded like a villain when he did it. However, the voice modulator Yojin had made for him sat right on his throat like a collar, and so to get it to work, he had to use his lowest, throatiest voice to get it to work. Which for him meant a growl. It sounded even more inhuman and frightening mixed into the synthesized sounds of the modulator. Which, hey, only made him sound less like himself which was the point.
Through the horizontal eye piece he could properly see her now. The yellow tint made her eyes look more red, but accounting for that, it and the mask removed whatever minor doubts he might have still had on who she was.
Keep away from him.
Only now with his feet on the ground did Chimera register that they'd even moved farther down the block. Huh. He'd been so scared and angry he had hardly even noticed. That wasn't a good thing. He had to be more alert than that. At least now he could do that and still be between Ishtar and Yojin.
Whatever "truce" stood, he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her.
Which honestly given her size would probably be pretty far.
...was there something else about her that was familiar, or was he imagining it.
Yojin was stripping a car for parts, and Ishtar was moving to get aboard a dragon made of tree. Maybe there's just a lot of plant Quirk users in Japan. All the while he stayed near Yojin like a second shadow, the visor on his helmet not leaving Ishtar for too long. He only broke it when he glanced down at the car Yojin was messing with to make weapons, and, without a single inch of effort, he pulled the whole engine out and held it aloft for him to tinker with.
"If you're making what I think you are," he spoke, again, in his low mechanical growl, "Will we need more fuel? I can open up a few more cars for some."
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Post by Esperia on Aug 2, 2020 15:44:56 GMT -4
So far it seemed that despite the initial protests from Chimera, who made it clear that Yojin didn't need protection, there was a loosely-formed alliance between the disguised heroes and the villains. With the rise of the giant tree the helicopters in the air had started to swivel around the tree, seemingly observing it for some reason but not downright moving in for the attack just yet. However, unfortunately, it seemed that Thunder Shock's efforts to follow the roots of the tree were leading him straight toward the large building that his daughter had spoken about. First, there was the sight of the giant tree that towered in the plaza in front of the building, but whether it had a purpose beyond being clearly noticeable was yet to be known. In the meanwhile, Yojin's secretive actions suggested a plan, and later he would likely praise his thinking ahead, for he would soon end up needing it. Indeed, Thunder Shock's chase proved to be useful, for the roots allowed him access to a network of alleyways that allowed him to avoid both patrols and soldiers alike, and led him straight within the district that had been barricaded by the soldiers. However, it was there that things started to become more hectic. The first problem came primarily in the form of the timing, Kado's decision to summon her familiar, while allowing a certain form of transport, also had brought into existence a fairly large plant dragon that from the sky was clearly noticeable... and that meant the helicopters overhead had spotted the group! One of them swooped lower, a manned turret on the side of the helicopter unleashing a torrent of bullets into their direction! Certainly, the dragon was more than large enough to protect the group from the airborne fire and sturdy enough to last for a bit but as the bullets chipped off parts of its body, it became clear that a extended exposure would be a bad idea for them. Of course, Thunder Shock had already his own course of action in mind, for the man had opened the door leading into the large building and stepped inside when all of a sudden he would see a collection of vines and wood lashing out toward him. It seemed like a tsunami had beckoned toward him, a tsunami of the forest rather than the sea and as it threatened to reach toward him, Sonya would no doubt hear a familiar voice calling out from within. "Wait Seraph-san!" The warning suddenly made the tsunami split like Mozes split the sea, certainly they might had not been hit, but the wall of wood had served to initially hide whoever had attacked them. An elderly voice followed, this time a voice Kado would no doubt be unable to ever have forgotten. "Hahaha! they look like a feisty bunch of younglings, not like those metal-clad pipsqueeks from before." Slowly the wood withdrew, allowing the group to see whoever had been inside the group, and in particular there had been three individuals. The first one, an elderly lady had been seated on the railing that prevented people from tumbling down the second floor, her gaze fixated on the group till at long last her gaze softened at Kado. "Well~ Well~ Talking about a blast from the past, although you're no longer a little pipsqueak now aren't you my dear~" Mashu Nisshoku stated with a tender smile while standing next to her was a young lady, one arm trying to ensure the elderly lady wouldn't topple down, but when she spotted the silver-haired lady among the group she rapidly descended along the staircase, stopping beside the third individual as something most unexpected happened: tears, tears gathered in her eyes as she raised her arm, a prosthetic one which was clear from a mere glimpse. "S-Sonya is that you?" Meanwhile the third individual, who was seemingly sucking the plants and greenery back into her body, the vines and bark coiling around her arms and withdrawing back in the sleeves of her attire as she spoke calmly. "You're fashionably late... good thing you were never the type to play the role of a hero." Although at first sight the young woman seemed annoyed as she stepped forward, she soon addressed the rest of the group. "You all should get inside before the rest of their force arrives." There was no doubt that calm and collected way of acting was so nostalgic to a certain villain, the same attitude his number one rival had displayed in the past, the vigilante who had been the only one to truly 'capture' the villain's heart: The Seraph of life. The elderly lady who was happily swaying her legs along the balcony of the second floor chimed softly. "No need to act tough my dear, you been waiting for this moment, haven't you?" The words made the Seraph go quiet for a moment, a hesitant step forward being made as she stopped in front of Thunder Shock and... "I missed you Taku... I-" Tears gathered in her eyes as she tried to cling to the man's chest, while at the same time Thunder Shock would no doubt notice some peculiar things... While the white in her eyes had turned black, he could feel two things that didn't make sense: The woman's body was warm, a clear sign of body-heat, and the soft beating sound of her heart. Was what Loki said the truth? Was this cruel game, in fact, meant to deliver a gift to them, a blessing of sorts? Or was it a curse? Only time would tell, but at least for the time being the outside had gone quiet, as the helicopter had withdrawn, but if the earlier words were a warning, it was clear the group had been dealing with what was, in essence, a calmness before the storm. However, perhaps in a way the battle might have only just started, for the group had not been faced with a physical confrontation, but one that was psychological in its very nature.
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Post by Thunder Shock on Aug 2, 2020 22:18:46 GMT -4
Thunder did not wait for anyone, not even Ishtar in this instance. He had expected her to be at his heel, though when he looked back to find she had stayed behind he just shook his head and pressed forward. She wasn't the new number 1 for nothing, she could handle herself if it came down to it. While he did fawn over Ishtar, there was someone more important ahead that needed his attention.
Much to the chagrin of his ragtag team of comrades, Thundershock didn't stop to make a plan, didn't stop to gear up or even think of the situation he was walking into. Nope, this man bull rushed his way into the store, crashing his body through the glass panes as he didn't want to bother with a locked door.
As he stepped through however, that familiar sense of danger tingled at the back of his neck. He brought his arms up in front of him to block any incoming assaults, but only found those familiar looking vines soar inches away from his face. Instead of looking scared at the attack, or even hesitant, he looked desperate. His eyes scanned and scanned the area, soon finding two women in which he didn't recognize. Both of them seemed very much alive to him... the only thing off about them was the dark sclera of their eyes. Not a give away that they were corpses either, as quirks could manifest in many different ways now a days.
That's when Thundershock heard the familiar name he had wanted to hear. 'Seraph'. It was her... it had to be her. His heart soared as he blindly stepped forward, the others womans words falling on deaf ears as he focused only on his beloved. On his Lilly.
As the vines parted to finally reveal the third woman standing there, he felt his mouth go dry and his chest tighten even further. as much as he wanted to run to her he stood dumbfounded. This wasn't the state he had thought to find her in... he had thought his Lilly would be nothing more than a walking corpse, and that this would be the most heartbreaking thing he ever had to do... but she was here... alive.
"For once, let me be your Hero." He said with a pitiful smile crossing his lips. For a while, the two of them kept their distance. It wasn't until the first woman he had seen spoke to Lilly, asking her to let her guard down, did the woman come up to him. She put his arms around him and he immediately did the same. The villains arms were trembling as he held onto her, fighting hard against the tears that had gathered in his eyes. He held her tightly as if the moment he let go, he was going to lose her.
"I missed you too Lilly... I'm... I'm so sorry I pushed you away... I should have been there for you. I... How are you...?" He wanted to ask how she was even here, but the question was cut short. It had been 15 years (give or take) since he had seen her alive, and he couldn't help the desperate feeling he had to whisk her away. He kissed the top of her head, resting his head against hers to hide the fact that he'd lost the battle with his tears, that Thundershock was quite publicly crying over finding her again.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Aug 8, 2020 20:34:37 GMT -4
Well. Greenie, or “Thunrisaz” (Yojin hadn’t heard of that particular villainess, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t fully capable of making his day hell) seemed reasonable enough. Which put him at two for two at “making friends with the baddies.” Maybe his day was looking up. That only left the real problem here.
Ishtar. Fucking Ishtar.
Yojin kept shooting her quick, nervous glances while he worked on his new device, and she spoke, his spine prickling, a lump forming in his throat. Any second, she was going to blast him with one of those beams, and then they’d all have a problem. Any second, he’d get to feel his flesh freezing, or frying, or whatever, and regret all those stupid weeks of jabs online. Man, mouthing off on someone was all fun when it was a chatroom, but in real life? He was going to die. She was going to--
“Take him off the list?” What?
“Under her protection?”
“What the hell?” Yojin blurted out.
Did she not think he was a threat? Was she not taking him seriously? Boundaries? What the HELL?
Yojin couldn’t tell if he was offended, or about to pass out in relief.
Before he could decide--or, probably thankfully, say anything--Chimera crashed in between them. Yojin flinched, a spark plug slipping out between his fingertips, and bouncing across the pavement.
Oh. Now you get here. Great!
Sarcasm aside, Yojin was still relieved to see his friend, and couldn’t help but smirk under his mask at the intimidation display. Loud. Flashy. Theatrical. Strong. Yojin smirked.
Teach anyone to underestimate me.
“Good to hear it, Ishtar. We’ll all be all protected together. Warm. Swaddled. Like kittens in a blanket, or something.” Yojin murmured, rising to his feet, and dusting off his hands. Then, by way of introductions, he waved back and forth between Chimera, and the villainess. “Fix, Ishtar. Ishtar, Fix.” A second or so later, and Yojin finished making his contraption from the rubble of the car, just as a giant plant dragon arrived. His mental threat assessment of Greenie went up a few notches, but it was blunted by the weirdest feeling of familiarity. Something about this whole situation was reminding him of something, a feeling only heightened when Yojin reached down, and picked up his newest contraption, a large, clunky looking backpack that connected to an exhaust pipe mounted on his arm.
A design Yojin had created when he fought...Miku.
Yojin glanced between Thunder, Greenie, and Chimera, wondering if his friend would think of the same thing.
“Sure, grab another tank. And if we pass a convenience store, some styrofoam will make this a billion times better.” Yojin finally replied to Chimera.
With that, they followed Thunder at a distance, keeping a careful eye on Ishtar as he walked. Without thinking about it, Yojin had already started trying to analyze her, pick her apart, figure out what made her tick. Something else was bugging him, about her, different than whatever was with Greenie and Thunder. Ishtar was slight. Small. Probably physically weaker than he was. But that wasn’t all.
What was it?
Crackcrackcrackcrackcrack
Yojin flinched as gunfire arced through the air, the drone of helicopters moving closer, bullets tracing at them. The dragon intercepted, buying him time, but Yojin felt himself start to freeze again, panic sinking in. He darted to the cover of a building, looking at Chimera, his own hands starting to shake. Ishtar was here. Thunder was. The military couldn't--
First year fall. Helpless again?
Bile rose in the back of his throat. Was he giving the military over to the villains?
Fuck no.
“Don’t waste energy on these guys, I’ll peel ‘em off.” Yojin said, his voice a crackling gasp, a billion times more frightened than he wanted to sound. Thank god for the vocoder.
Yojin reached into his backpage, pulling out a metal tube the size of his forearm. He clicked a switch, and it powered on, a beam of light suddenly arcing through the rain-filled air at the helicopters.
Nothing deadly. A civilian laser pointer, refocused, rebuilt, and tuned by Yojin himself. The sort you were banned to point at airplanes, because it fucked up visual ability to fly something fierce. It’d probably have the same effect on planes.
He let the villains, and Chimera, dart inside, then followed himself.
Yojin had lost track of Thunder. He reached up, using his quirk to quickly increase the gain in his helmet earplugs. It wouldn’t last long, but it let him listen.
Yojin hurried after Thundershock, following the voices. Until he saw...them.
Three people he didn’t recognize. Not zombies, as far as he could tell, but...out of place.
Strange.
Yojin raised the flamethrower he built, taking aim.
"Wait--" Yojin began, but his voice died before he could speak.
“Sonya--”
“Pipsqueak?”
“Taka?”
Thunder stepped forward and embraced the women. Yojin couldn’t say for sure, but he looked like he was crying.
Who is she? She looks like….Miku. What am I watching?
He felt like an outsider. Like he’d darted from the street into a stranger’s funeral. He didn’t belong here, and Yojin wanted to leave. To be anywhere else. The pilot light on his flamethrower flickered, casting long shadows in the dark store.
This was some sort of trick. Not for him, though, but still. Everything felt off. Was this linked to the zombies? Was this why Thunder had come out this far? To save his...wife?
Was this why Ishtar--Sonya?--Was she really Sonya, was his crazed conspiracy correct, the scraps he’d gotten from Yuuto on the mark--Was this why she’d come this far? Was that her wife? Her sister?
Thundershock--Taka--He’s not looking at me. Not at all. He’s holding her--the woman who looks like Miku, and crying. God. He's crying. Will Ishtar do the same? Is this my shot? If I fire, he’ll never see it coming.
A peaceful death. A quick one. Payment for Haruuhi’s torture. Payment to G.
No one but Chimera would ever know.
Yojin couldn’t move. Couldn’t breath. He was frozen in the doorway, watching Japan’s most wanted villains at their most vulnerable moment, his hand quivering on the trigger of an improvised flamethrower.
And he couldn’t fire.
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