Post by Otsuno Akuma on Aug 14, 2020 7:36:34 GMT -4
Six years.
Six fucking years.
In one night, in one moment, all obliterated. No matter how hard she had fought against the tide, it had carried her away like a piece of flotsam into the ocean. The restaurant was gone. The building was still stable by some miracle but it would take months, if not years, to restore it to working order and rebuild it's reputation. Not to mention this meant Satan's Kitchen was cancelled, indefinitely, until they could find a new place to shoot it. Her dream, all of her hard work, ripped away from her like they were made of paper.
Where in the hell had the Pro Heroes been? Where? Weren't they supposed to protect people? Weren't they supposed to prevent things like this from happening? Why in the fuck was she paying tax money to support a system that clearly DIDN'T WORK!?
With a scream of rage, Otsuno formed a rough plate of porcelain from her arm, throwing it into the air in one smooth motion. Seething, she watched it tumble through the air, the irregular shape causing it to move at strange angles. Suddenly it shattered against the outside wall of the restaurant, adding to the already collecting pile of porcelain shards and dust.
The police had taken their reports, the firefighters had declared the building stable so long as nothing was moved. They had been sympathetic but not helpful. Insurance would cover the cost of the restaurant but the cost of her pride? The cost of her reputation? She wasn't sure that'd ever recover. Thoughts swarmed in her head like angry bees, wanting to hunt down that stupid bitch who had ruined her pride and joy and butcher her like a pig. Anyone would, considering the circumstances. Anyone. Just because she was particularly good at butchering animal carcasses meant nothing.
Another plate smashed against the wall, this time with only seething contempt from Otsuno, who paced back and forth in front of her building, ignoring the frightened stares she got from passers by, ignoring the internet assholes who recorded her. It's not like she wasn't known for being angry, so one more video wasn't really going to ruin her. Hell, it might even protect her legacy a little.
She had fought that crazy bitch as best she could, but it's not like she was a Pro Hero! It was a situation she wasn't prep-...
What if she became a Pro Hero?
Otsuno stopped, staring at the white dust and marks on the rough wall of what used to be the Athena restaurant intently, like she was trying to look through it and see inside. What if she became a Pro Hero? She mulled the thought over in her mind for a moment. Looking at all the Pros on TV, they all seemed to have flaws and issues, some of them were even downright self-centered. Were they in any state to protect the people of Tokyo? Whereas she, a mere Chef, had to jump in the way of a villain to protect her staff, her customers and her livelihood. Her lips twitched and slowly formed into a snarling smile. "Fuck it... I'll do it myself!"
It had taken one week to set everything up and get prepped. Otsuno had taken a lot of the government-mandated seminars about being a Pro Hero; most of which were rather obvious, some heavily nuanced to the point where she outright disagreed. Still, she had done her duty, now it was simply a matter of putting all of it into practice. She'd had ideas for a training course but to make one out of her porcelain, or commission one to be made in the aftermath of this ridiculous zombie situation would take far too long. She needed something now. Luckily, she knew just the place.
Once again she looked over the ruined remains of her restaurant from the outside, taking in the site of what used to be one of the most coveted, beautiful and prestigious place in Tokyo, now a collapsed, dust-filled relic of her previous life. She would rebuild this place, stronger than before, better than before! As a Pro Hero agency. An agency that valued discipline and growth. An agency that would show the other Pros how far gone they were. Her agency.
First, however, she had to pass the Hero Exam. She had been told it would favour both combat and rescue situations in order to both test Otsuno's aptitude and discover her more preferred style of Hero work. She was determined to excel at both. Combat was easy enough, she'd gotten a lot of her staff to spend their free time training with her in Tokyo Park; she was paying them still after all, they owed her. Most of them didn't have Quirks but frankly she was appreciative that they were so willing to indulge her. In a rare tender moment, she leaned against the outside wall, smiling gently as she realized she had some of the greatest workers in the world, in both skill and character.
One particularly eager girl had helped her set up this course. The outer shell of the restaurant was still in near perfect condition and was built well enough that it wouldn't collapse but the inside looked like an earthquake had struck it; large parts of the second floor balcony collapsed, even the ceiling above opening up to reveal the third floor. Tables, chairs, blood stains, kitchen equipment, dust, all of it strewn around the place as if someone had taken flaked sea salt and garnished it over a shit sandwich. There were dummy civilians strewn around this ruin, she would have to find them all while also rebuilding the restaurant as best she could using her porcelain, until more permanent repairs could be made.
For the first time in a long time she felt nervous. Determined, but nervous. She had no idea how this would turn out; after all she'd never done any rescue before, especially not in a place as dangerous as this and yet... if she couldn't beat this, how was she supposed to beat the Hero Licensing Exam?
Hesitating for only a moment, she pushed open the door into her old restaurant.
Once a chef, now on the path to becoming a Hero.
Six fucking years.
In one night, in one moment, all obliterated. No matter how hard she had fought against the tide, it had carried her away like a piece of flotsam into the ocean. The restaurant was gone. The building was still stable by some miracle but it would take months, if not years, to restore it to working order and rebuild it's reputation. Not to mention this meant Satan's Kitchen was cancelled, indefinitely, until they could find a new place to shoot it. Her dream, all of her hard work, ripped away from her like they were made of paper.
Where in the hell had the Pro Heroes been? Where? Weren't they supposed to protect people? Weren't they supposed to prevent things like this from happening? Why in the fuck was she paying tax money to support a system that clearly DIDN'T WORK!?
With a scream of rage, Otsuno formed a rough plate of porcelain from her arm, throwing it into the air in one smooth motion. Seething, she watched it tumble through the air, the irregular shape causing it to move at strange angles. Suddenly it shattered against the outside wall of the restaurant, adding to the already collecting pile of porcelain shards and dust.
The police had taken their reports, the firefighters had declared the building stable so long as nothing was moved. They had been sympathetic but not helpful. Insurance would cover the cost of the restaurant but the cost of her pride? The cost of her reputation? She wasn't sure that'd ever recover. Thoughts swarmed in her head like angry bees, wanting to hunt down that stupid bitch who had ruined her pride and joy and butcher her like a pig. Anyone would, considering the circumstances. Anyone. Just because she was particularly good at butchering animal carcasses meant nothing.
Another plate smashed against the wall, this time with only seething contempt from Otsuno, who paced back and forth in front of her building, ignoring the frightened stares she got from passers by, ignoring the internet assholes who recorded her. It's not like she wasn't known for being angry, so one more video wasn't really going to ruin her. Hell, it might even protect her legacy a little.
She had fought that crazy bitch as best she could, but it's not like she was a Pro Hero! It was a situation she wasn't prep-...
What if she became a Pro Hero?
Otsuno stopped, staring at the white dust and marks on the rough wall of what used to be the Athena restaurant intently, like she was trying to look through it and see inside. What if she became a Pro Hero? She mulled the thought over in her mind for a moment. Looking at all the Pros on TV, they all seemed to have flaws and issues, some of them were even downright self-centered. Were they in any state to protect the people of Tokyo? Whereas she, a mere Chef, had to jump in the way of a villain to protect her staff, her customers and her livelihood. Her lips twitched and slowly formed into a snarling smile. "Fuck it... I'll do it myself!"
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It had taken one week to set everything up and get prepped. Otsuno had taken a lot of the government-mandated seminars about being a Pro Hero; most of which were rather obvious, some heavily nuanced to the point where she outright disagreed. Still, she had done her duty, now it was simply a matter of putting all of it into practice. She'd had ideas for a training course but to make one out of her porcelain, or commission one to be made in the aftermath of this ridiculous zombie situation would take far too long. She needed something now. Luckily, she knew just the place.
Once again she looked over the ruined remains of her restaurant from the outside, taking in the site of what used to be one of the most coveted, beautiful and prestigious place in Tokyo, now a collapsed, dust-filled relic of her previous life. She would rebuild this place, stronger than before, better than before! As a Pro Hero agency. An agency that valued discipline and growth. An agency that would show the other Pros how far gone they were. Her agency.
First, however, she had to pass the Hero Exam. She had been told it would favour both combat and rescue situations in order to both test Otsuno's aptitude and discover her more preferred style of Hero work. She was determined to excel at both. Combat was easy enough, she'd gotten a lot of her staff to spend their free time training with her in Tokyo Park; she was paying them still after all, they owed her. Most of them didn't have Quirks but frankly she was appreciative that they were so willing to indulge her. In a rare tender moment, she leaned against the outside wall, smiling gently as she realized she had some of the greatest workers in the world, in both skill and character.
One particularly eager girl had helped her set up this course. The outer shell of the restaurant was still in near perfect condition and was built well enough that it wouldn't collapse but the inside looked like an earthquake had struck it; large parts of the second floor balcony collapsed, even the ceiling above opening up to reveal the third floor. Tables, chairs, blood stains, kitchen equipment, dust, all of it strewn around the place as if someone had taken flaked sea salt and garnished it over a shit sandwich. There were dummy civilians strewn around this ruin, she would have to find them all while also rebuilding the restaurant as best she could using her porcelain, until more permanent repairs could be made.
For the first time in a long time she felt nervous. Determined, but nervous. She had no idea how this would turn out; after all she'd never done any rescue before, especially not in a place as dangerous as this and yet... if she couldn't beat this, how was she supposed to beat the Hero Licensing Exam?
Hesitating for only a moment, she pushed open the door into her old restaurant.
Once a chef, now on the path to becoming a Hero.
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