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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Sept 6, 2020 11:48:30 GMT -4
The floor was black with grime, and she could tell that because there was a little bit of red peeking out in some areas. The whole place was dark as fuck, and what lights there were were buzzing hard enough to almost cause a headache. This place stunk, somewhere between spilled booze and dirt, with a little blood thrown in. Hell, even the bartender looked ugly; with some sort of lion-like mane, a lot of scars on his face, and a look turned to her that said 'get the fuck out', she was pretty sure she found it; the shittiest, dirtiest, lowest bar the city had to offer. There weren't a whole lot of places lower than this, and she'd know; she spent a good part of her life crawling over the entire fucking city.
...The fucking city.
Luzia grit her teeth, stomping over to the farthest, darkest corner the place had. The light was flickering, and even then it was barely working. The cushions were turn and half the stuffing was gone, the table was scratched and carved, and it was questionably clean, too. Perfect. It was all just like fucking her. She waited, sitting in that booth, but finally the bartender decided to come to her, and Luzia muttered her order. She didn't want anything dainty, she didn't want sake, she wanted something different, she wanted something that burned. She said all of this, and he didn't even ask for an ID. At least was a decent guy.
"Leave the bottle."
She was short, but the bartender did it anyway, leaving her to her own devices. Which was fine by her; she wasn't here to have a good time; this wasn't the sort of place where you made friends. This was a place you got hammered, no fucking around. She poured herself her first glass and downed it in one go, not even bothering to taste it. She slammed the glass down, hissing before the burning subsided, and poured herself another glass. This time, though, she stared at the drink, and soon enough sighing.
Niso, ParaSyte, Ishtar, Thunder... even more people out there, they were out doing raids, they were out doing cool stuff, they were out doing things for the better of other people. They were doing it for themselves, for each other, for everyone, using their quirks to help everyone. And she was left behind... but they had to... she was quirkless, she was useless, she was broken... Niso was out there, being cool and useful, and she stayed home, not because she wanted to, but because she had to!
"RARGH!" She suddenly yelled out, slamming her fist in the table, then swallowing the booze, gritting her teeth through the pain as she poured herself another one. She swallowed the next without even waiting for the burning to stop, which sent her into a coughing frenzy, nearly making her hack up her own throat for a solid minuute, but that only made her angrier. She was useless, she was quirkless, she was broken, she was invisible, and on top of all that, she was a fucking dumbass!
"DAMNIT! DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!" She slammed her fists on ehr table several times, yelling each time, but one look from the bartender and she grumbled, forcing herself to calm down, drowning her anger in another drink, then, as soon as the burning went away, another. She hated herself for being so useless... she couldn't help Niso, she couldn't help Ishtar... fucking hell, she couldn't even help herself; Niso's money was paying for this booze! She didn't even have anything left.
She was right back where she started, an invisible little cretin on the fucking streets, only this time, she didn't even have a quirk to make her visible anymore! She was a nobody now, she couldn't do fucking shit! Snarling under her breath, Luzia downed yet another drink. At least she'll forget about it soon enough; she was already feeling a buzz, and she wasn't planning on stopping until she at least went cross-eyed.
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Post by Eduardo Sapo on Sept 8, 2020 9:51:53 GMT -4
Ed had been hearing some interesting things to say the least as of late. All sorts of rumours and stories were abound about criminal activity, and in the end, Ed thrived from that sort of stuff. The more he heard about things, the more he could tell others, and the more his own influence would grow. And on top of that, the more attention taken from him, the better. The people around him wouldn't need to worry about some small fry with his frogs, if there were much bigger ninos with much more immediate threat to offer, and Ed would be able to live in peace with no worries about repercussions!
However, on the more personal side of things, there was one of the bigger rumours running around. Something about the 'painter' outright losing their quirk. Now, usually this would have just meant 'one less threat to Eds livelihood gone', but the fact that the girl had been his customer, Ed was getting all sorts of high and mighty ideas in his head. A girl without a quirk would be as useless as a paper towel slammed against a rock, and Eds could potentially make her even weaker if it came to that. Before, he had been a little bit afraid, yet successfully taken advantage over a stronger person last time. But now, the balance had shifted a little! And his paranoia had shifted with it into a bit of overconfidence and pride!
The girl herself had been very easy to find. The frogs had seen her first hand and knew what she looked like, what she SOUNDED like! But most clarifying trait was that childish tantrum. It was easy to find someone pissy with something, because they tended to make a big deal about their issues. And in this case, he didn't need to do much for the frogs to immediately know where she was situated: a bar. To probably drink her sorrows down. But as Ed made it to the door following his frogs own tips... well, the rage was quite apparent... and that anger made that confidence from before vanish from his legs. His sure grin turned into a grimace, and he could feel his hair drooping. "Don't worry Eduardo... it is after all, just a Perro without teeth. Just make sure to pat its head, give it a bone, and remind them that you are their best friend..." She was a child in many ways. If you could calm their tantrum, they would love you immensely, and do anything for you!
...That and well, she could do a lot of things he couldn't for him! Especially if he could help her with that quirklessness problem. Those rewards made him buckle up his knees as he walked into the bar, as Rosita peeked from under his vest... contingency plans were still a must.
And there she was... seemingly now calmed down, exactly like a wet Perro! Ed licked his hand and slicked his hair back. It had been ages since he had felt the need to do that! However, as stealthily as before he slipped himself onto the seat near Luzia, and gave her a quick pat on the back. "Niná? Is that you? At this time of the day in a place like this?! Dangerous! just like I'd expect from someone like you!" He started the kissass routine, the one she had responded to very well, way back when, as he lifted a finger towards the bartender. "Oh dear keep! Bring me a tequila! So I can take part in whatever this senorita is celebrating! Come to think of it, TWO tequila!" He channeled a little bit of savage. That violent charisma he had had... But Eds wallet was not nearly as big. The situation was a lot better than back when they had first met, but it was still risky. Maybe if he was successful at this, she herself could help with it... one more thing to try for.
However, of course, a girl like this still knew a lot. Reason why he hadn't immediately gotten to the point was simple: Drunk, angry girls ranted! They shouted and talked! And this ranty girl knew a LOT of things. Alcohol loosened lips. Reason why he typically didn't drink that much. But as the drinks hit the table, he took a sip of his own... pinching his eyelids shut, cringing, and shaking his head. "Strong... Just like home!" He proceeded to push the other tequila towards. "Now Niná, admittedly, I've been wondering if you've been needing my help with anything else? Something ailing you?" For now he played dumb. He let her dictate what she would tell. "Rositas lips are sealed, if you want to talk girl to girl instead." Rosita hid deeper into the coat. She didn't seemingly want anything to do with this.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Oct 16, 2020 0:13:17 GMT -4
Luzia wasn't doing much to pay attention to her surroundings; this wasn't the sort of place where you particularly wanted to do that. Pay too much attention and you might notice the grime on the table that was creeping towards the classes on it - or your hand. Or the jukebox - yes, an actual jukebox - that was playing one song over and over, and poorly at that, like the thing was damaged. Not to mention the bartender himself, looking he'd sooner eat you than serve you... not to mention the other customers, who weren't much better than him. In fact, she kind of stood out, looking like she did - she being a keyword - but no one cared enough to take a good look at anything around them, and neither did she; she, like them, was busy drinking, so she didn't notice the frog man coming until he had slipped right into her booth.
"Niná? Is that you?"
Luzia blinked as she looked up from her drink, but her scowl didn't shrink any, especially when he pat her on the back. She almost snarled at him, but she pulled herself back; he was a nice guy, he didn't need anything like that, she was just in a bad mood, besides it felt nice. She smirked faintly as he offered to buy her more booze... even if it was under the thought of her celebrating something. For a moment, she considered kicking him out - even tempted to go literal - but she shrugged it off and sipped her drink; drinking with company was a better idea than drinking alone. At least, he was ordering her booze; if he kept that coming, then, mood or not, she won't push him away.
When the drinks came, she quirked a brow as he downed them. She had heard of tequila, but she had never actually had any, but if he was anything to go by, it was strong as fuck. Fine by her; she took the thing and downed it in one gulp, gritting her teeth through the pain and slamming the glass down. It burned going down, but she was more used to drinking than he was, evidently. If it wasn't for the reason she was drinking in the first place, she might have giggled... though she did smirk a little... at least until he asked her a question. She scoffed at the idea of help; as if she didn't already look into that shit herself, he seriously thought some random dude could help?
Still, she could call his bullshit.
"So you know, huh?" She knew it wasn't a secret, and wasn't gonna be, but the idea of random people coming up to her... maybe it was the booze... it had the habit of pissing her off. Eh... she couldn't too pissed at him, she couldn't help him knowing. Besides, he was buyin' drinks. She held her hand up flagging the bartender down. "Hey, give us another couple of tequilas!" With that, she turned back to him, moving some hair over her shoulder. "So, what do you think you can do? I've scarred over, can't heal that shit. You wanna know what I can do now?"
She sighed, reaching over her head, putting her hand against the wall, a trickle of energy leaking out of her palm to draw itself over the wall, leaving her own name, Luzia, in a half-assed signature a little smaller than her torso. "That's it," she said, taking one of the shot glasses that was given and pouring herself some tequila - the lion-maned man was smart enough to leave the bottle - before downing it, hissing softly and putting the glass back down. "I'm done for the day; one bright burst, a little signature... some little BS like that, and I have to recharge for the rest of the fuckin' day...."
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Post by Eduardo Sapo on Oct 20, 2020 11:40:55 GMT -4
"niiiiNÓ! But I respect your effort." It seemed like the girl was atleast trying to familiarize herself with his language. If she hadn't been screaming her lungs out just before, this would have probably been quite adorable. "But yes, your crooked best friend is right here..." The sharp look at him make the guy flinch and gulp. Ah, yes. Touching angry people was always a bit of a dice toss. But as expected, the drinks seemed to work. Especially with him taking the first plunge. Although... being what he was, he was already a little bit red. He just didn't have the constitution that a lot of others had. What he had was stamina to keep going despite it. However, pro that she was, Luzia dunked it down, and Ed clapped. "Ooooh, yes, YEEES, senorita! Your skills are quite multiple indeed!" Admittedly, taking how childish she was, he should have guessed she drank a lot from before.
However, the clapping stopped, and his face turned a little bit less happy, as she called him out on his act. Ed toppled his head down on the table. "Well, as sad as it is, yes. I do know. Not all of it of course, but enough to make a fellow senór a little depressed." He lifted his head and tapped his chin. "After all, I wouldn't be the sort of info seller if I didn't find things like this out. Though when I have to hold such info for friends, its a little... should I say, unfortunate." He croaked mildly, hiding his burp in the bulge of his throat. "Don't you worry though, I haven't told anyone myself. After all, a good amigo deserves benefit of the doubt as long as they remain friendly." It was not something that sounded like a taunt, but betrayals happen. Good to make sure that that was clear.
Her loud shout for more tequila had Ed raising a finger in mimicking motion. "We aren't done yet, indeed!" For a moment he thought, that she was up for a little party, siesta or something. But instead, she looked at her like a horrific girl from a movie. Depressed and dirty, smelling like booze. It was setting in multiple warning signs. Rosita herself didn't like this very much. "W-well I uhm..." She even wanted to show what she could do... And Ed just grinned. "Yes! Feel free...!" Come to think of it, perfect excuse to see what her quirk was at its weakest... And ed cringed, clearly holding a mild giggle at the sight. "I can understand your frustrations even better admittedly..."
The situation was even better than he had thought... the lady was desperate. But what could he offer? He didn't really have something that could bring your quirk up to speed. "Of course, if you want, I could look all over the city for some good doctor... Or someone with a little bit more knowledge on how quirks work." Oh, if only Jean was still around. Although admittedly, if he lead a girl like this to him... she wouldn't have been a customer anymore. More like a sample. He shuddered, as he sniffed the tequila. He needed to stay sober to think.
"Of course, to help you proper... I do need more information. Don't worry, it is gonna be kept behind a lock and a toad. And it is gonna be used for a good purpose... Tell me..." His hand crept onto her shoulder, as he pushed his mug towards her, whispering into her ear. "How did you lose it? That way, it is easier to know how to get it back." Rosita was all ears.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Oct 20, 2020 15:41:24 GMT -4
Luzia's mind was definitely getting to that woozy point that she had been gunning for this whole time; mixing up her drinks was getting her there a hell of a lot faster, or this just happened to be stronger, or... well fuck, who even cared? She was drunk, and that was all she cared about. It was getting harder to aim the bottle to the cups, harder to pull it to her mouth... but definitely not harder to keep downing it.
He kept talking, she kept drinking, but she paid attention; as much as a bad mood she was in, she liked to hear people talk, and it was only better that someone was talking to her. He was giving her condolences, and... honestly, she had come here specifically to feel shitty, to be alone, wallow... but, it felt nice, she appreciated how he had come to keep her from drowning. Even if she kept drinking, the company alone was enough to make her smile a little, even more that he was sympatheizing with her.
She paused mid-pour when he started to offer help... and Luzia wasn't quite sure to think about that at first. He was offering doctors, people that knew quirks. It wasn't like she didn't look for those sort of people already... at least, ParaSyte's friend seemed to know what he was talking about. But still, someone like Eddie might know better people, someone that could help her for real, someone that could give her a better chance.
Luzia set the bottle down,s taring at the drink for a moment, then sighed. "Well, I guess it's worth a shot..." Without warning, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, turning to face Ed and and lifting her shirt to her chin. Instead of something tantalizing and sweet, though, she showed her injury, just centimeters away from her heart; a stab wound, scarred over with burn scars around it. It had since healed up, but it still almost looked as bad as the day it was made. Luzia held her shirt up for a moment, letting Ed take in her injury before putting her shirt back down, downing the bit of drink that she had poured, looking at him as she set the glass down. "Bashically, I got shtabbed in the heart of my quirk. Sarred over and basically lostch an arm." Already, she was pouring herself another drink, despite starting to slur her words a bit.
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Post by Eduardo Sapo on Oct 20, 2020 16:36:51 GMT -4
With luzia lifting her shirt up, somebody else would have probably had some weirder thoughts about it. However, Ed was in many ways a frog, and he wasn't really into that sort of thing. However, seeing such a scar openly, his mind immediately went into something else. A clear weakspot. Something anybody could abuse. Perhaps a bit boldly, he proceeded to reach his hand out, and touched the surrounding area, just to see how the scar reacted. A bad habit from studying biologics. Anything stand out like this always demanded high attention. "Quirks can be surprisingly fragile. I consider myself, that my body is pretty much my quirk. One part hurting doesn't do this sort of damage." A bit of self praise, and perhaps something to try to calm her over.
This feeling of being on top. Being the dominant one for once. Ed reveled in it, there was something so satisfying about her relying on him so much, she showed her weak spot without any assumptions. Just so important info, that she could die if she was attacked in the same position again gained so easily. He couldn't help but lick his lips. But on the other hand, he had made his promise. Even thieves had honor of some kind, and Ed was no different. "Yes, that is definitely the sort of thing that shouldn't be rushed in healing. I recommend resting up for that sort of thing." Like a door to door salesman
"However, I can help the retraining perhaps! After all, you are such an energetic girl, that sitting on your laurels is understandably nerve wracking!" For now, he was truly trying his best. Although immediate ideas for such a thing were quite hard to come up with. "Of course, if you go to one of those training centers with some kind of disguise, you could easily spend time there... But that would take its time too..." He was thinking outloud, occasionally scratching his messy pompadour and pinching his nose. With a client like this, he had to be an open book.
"Of course, there is one option." He gave a smirk. This was something that was clearly too good to be true... but it seemed like something that would grant him a lot of resources early. "...Have you heard of QED:s? Quirk enhancing drugs?" He let out a mild *krrrrrrr* like a purring cat. "It's one of those things that is REALLY hard to find, if you don't have a good source for it. Of course, I would need to hunt down a proper one before I could give you actual doses to use, After you've healed of course."
Marine. One of the last good things that Ed had gotten from his deal with the vagabonds. A lone vial. It was one of those tantalizing things, that he could never really do anything with. Such power, but at such risk! And no way for him to lower that risk, without any proper research equipment. Besides, its not like he was a scientist. He knew how things functioned. And he had his assumption, that a girl with a big scar near their heart would probably just explode all over the floor. "Admittedly, I am not sure if its something worth risking my hide over, unless I would have a good reward of some kind..." He was planting a little bit of a need, that curiosity that got people to pay more than necessary about something that was overall trash. "After all, plutocracys been really tight lipped about keeping it just in their market, you know?" Rosita however, was feeling a little bit worried.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Oct 22, 2020 0:32:28 GMT -4
Luzia saw the man reach out towards her chest and she instantly smirked; her mind was already one to go to the gutter quickly, and it was only even moreso when it was held down by booze. She was down for whatever Eddy wanted to do... hell, she was never not down for whatever people wanted to do... except this time. He didn't reach out to her bra, he went for her scar instead! She went wide-eyed, and she reacted before she thought, smacking his hand away from it. "Fuck no," she said, "you dontsh get to go there!" She sneered softly, but she smirked , putting her shirt down. "Dontsh get to for da boobs either," she added, holding up the hand that was now sporting a wedding band. He licked his lips, and she smirked wider, winking at him. "Dontsh mind you lishing the view, though~."
He got serious again, and so she did she, pouring herself another drink, swirling it before downing it. "Been healin', bish... been weeks sinsch dis happened..." She sighed, staring at her empty cup, staring at it for a few long moments, barely listening as he talked about training. "'e saysh that it's probably per... per..." She sucked through her teeth, actually needing to drudge up some extra focus just to say the word right: "per-ma-nent." She groaned, that little extra work almost enough to give her a headache, which she immediately answered with another shot of tequila.
For a moment, things were quiet, and she poured another drink, but this time she didn't drink it, she just stared at it, depressed. She could remember talking about it with the doctor after she had healed and scarred over. Permanent, bad prognosis, not a lot of hope... all bullshit poked at her brain like some sort of weird... brain-poking thing. She hovered the drink, swirling it the glass, not looking away from it until Eddy spoke again. Luzia blinked at her words, looking at him, and probably would have been wide-eyed if she wasn't so drunk.
"Squirk enchansting drugs...?" Luzia, for the life of her, couldn't think about anything like that off the top of her head... oh, she could name like, actual drugs... hell, she could use some of them, but ones that enhanced quirks...? "Yeah, I bet," she agreed; hard to find? Shit like that, if it even existed, would definitely be hard to find. She downed another glass, swallowing hard and groaning softly as her head started to wave a little bit. She looked back at Eddy, leaning on her arm and staring blankly at her, her drunk and already-none-too-bright mind not connecting the dots. Plutoshery? Wha do dey have to do with quirst drugs?"
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Post by Eduardo Sapo on Oct 23, 2020 6:50:25 GMT -4
Eds facade of confidence was briefly shattered, when as he was reaching for the wound he felt a sharp slap against the back of his palm! "REEE!" The awkward and silly sound blasted out of his guts, as he pulled his hand back, and rubbed the slapped part. He blinked a couple of times, before awkwardly smiling. "A-apologies. I should have been a bit more tactful... that sort of thing can after all be taken as an attack." Ed awkwardly rolled his eyes. That was a bit naive of him. All that satisfaction of being in control, and one slap makes him react like that. Why was he still so afraid? she was literally like a full meal left on the table without a customer. The girl quickly showed her ring. "Understandable... Nothing wrong with a beautiful clean scar like that..." Ed shrugged. Probably not the praise she was expecting.
However, it was pretty clear that at this point, that the girl was perhaps a little bit TOO drunk. Of course, that meant she was in a good mood, but it also meant that she could switch to absolute anger in one or two seconds. Meh, if only it was easy to somehow make a knocked out person to agree to terms and conditions. The drunkedness also made her a little bit harder to understand. Although, from her mumblings, Ed could get the important detail: Apparently somebody had told her, her weak quirk would be permanently that; a glorified paint gun with low ammo. "Aaaaw, that's a little bit depressing alright." He proceeded to reach out and patted her cheek. With his slim hands, it truly was 'a pat'. Ed had always been a bit of a skeleton everywhere else but his legs. "And that is why I would like you to concentrate! Don't want you falling over, when I am trying to help you." Gentle, like handling an animal.
The girl was clearly confused. Perfect, she didn't know exactly what was on offer. He could get maybe a little bit extra from this. "Yes, stuff that makes your quirk better! Although in this case, I suppose you could say we could use it to try and make your quirk normal again!" He nodded calmly pushing her forward, trying to avoid speaking about the problem too much. That and well... there was a little bit of guilt. Reason why he had told her to wait till the scar atleast was gone, was that that was probably a clear spot for her guts to blow out of even if she was tough enough to handle it. She was an amazing customer! If she died, well, there went the connection of good things between him and Niso! "Just calm your cup for a second... You see this plutocracy, has been developing a quirk enhancing drug, and everybody has been trying to copy it, but it hasn't really WORKED yet. Which makes it a little bit awkward to use."
He lifted his arm off of her, and looked at her, lowering his head a little. "You are a tough girl, sturdy girl aren't you? Atleast without the scar?" His hand sank into his vest... as he gripped this very carefully sealed vial of green, volatile looking liquid, holding it in his hands carefully like a box for a wedding ring. The unused treasure for the ages. For a moment ed shuddered. "This... is what you could call the 'first' dose of MARINE... and maybe even the last one." In more ways than one. "I got this from Shinagawa. It was the last job I did with my former colleagues. It almost cost me my life. And watching it being tested in front of the crowd, the person injected with it..." He pulled the vial back, almost like preparing to put it back into his vest. "Well, there was a gruesome puddle left... not much to discuss about. Senor poofed like a popcorn."
He however grinned. "However... like I said, we can make a deal. Once your scar is gone, I can give you this vial for something very, VERY important. Anything at all, as long as I accept it." He grinned a little less. "Of course, its gonna be veeeery rough on you. I myself know, I would be dead if I even drank a drop. You NEED the constitution for it. But if it works, all your troubles would be gone with the wind! maybe." With the vial put back into his pocket, he rubbed his hands in front of himself. "So, what is your offer?"
...Rosita was shaking like a leaf.
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