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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2018 21:05:52 GMT -4
The only people out at midnight in a park were either the homeless crowded on benches, drunks wandering in packs to their next venue, perverts lurking around corners, and villains meeting up to sell their wares or plan another wicked deed. Susumu may been dressed like the second of those options, but at heart she was and would always be the last. Dressed in a long, black, velvet coat with a fur scarf wrapped around her neck the young woman walked briskly through the mist with her camera-bag over one shoulder and her phone in her hand, flashlight lighting the path before her. It was a dark and foggy evening--the kind that came from lack of moonlight and a day's worth of rain evaporating into the air. Susumu didn't really like being out this late--her lack of color vision made the world look even darker than it really was--but she'd had a business proposal that ran longer than anticipated. Stupid client, trying to buy her precious time for less than he'd posted online. She would blacklist him later.
Crack.
Susumu stopped, raising her head and her flashlight towards the sound of something large snapping in two with a sound like thunder. A car crash? No, it was still within the park itself, and she hadn't seen any headlights. A tree, then, or perhaps a bench. Was there a hero and villain fighting out here at this time of night? Well, that was much more interesting that walking in silence the rest of the way to her apartment. Her phone was quickly stowed away and instead she unzipped her camera-bag and pulled out its contents: an expensive digital camera with different accessories, each of which was worth almost as much as the camera itself, all black metal and sharp angles with a lens larger than Susumu's fist. She turned it on, but kept it at her chest rather than raising it to in front of her face. Instead her eyes...unfocused for a moment.
Everything was complete blackness for a second, and then, like a switch had been hit, her vision came back lower than before. Her eyes were filled with static, but that didn't matter, because where she was really seeing from was the camera in her hand. With its wide lens and night-vision she could suddenly see far better than she had before; all the way into the black night as if it were daytime. Well, not quite. Even night-vision had its limitations. Still, it was much, much better than trying to see without it. With her sight enhanced she began walking towards the source of the loud sound before her.
Along the way she took note of things in the dark: skid-marks in the dirt from feet--a fight was definitely taking place here, pools of water that had no source--a water-based hero or villain was involved, and every few steps a splattering of blood--whoever was at it had no qualms with violence. Her lips grew into more and more of a smile with every added detail. When she finally came across the source of the noises she stopped still, camera still on and watching.
Oh. Oh ho ho. This was an interesting sight to behold.
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notes: Smile for the camera~
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 1:01:35 GMT -4
Ever since UA started, G had to part ways with Lil'Petti. She was his adoptive daughter or maybe better yet...a moral compass. She guided him when it came to what was right and what was wrong. She motivated him to abandon his Villanous ways. But now,she's gone. And now with no guidance, he became an unhinged Vigilante. He didnt patrol the park for Villians. No. He prowled. He prowled for prey. Eagerly searching, and holding a wooden baseball bat tightly,so he could bash someones skull in.
As an ex Villian, he knew the criminal underworld and he knew who was a Villian. He knew people. And so, when he found a thug trying to rob a woman, a civillian. He stepped in.
There was no exchange of words. There was only battle. He summoned his Spirit Animal, Goliath, who lunged at the thug and attacked him before the thug even considered taking a hostage. The Civilian woman ran away because she saw that G, clearly wasnt the friendliest saviour. For all she knew, he was just another lunatic who wanted the peace of the pie.
G ignored that and just focused on his prey. It was a 2 on 1 battle. And it was a one sided battle. G easily overpowered the thug. It was so one sided, it was just sad. When the thug couldnt move anymore, G dismissed Goliath, and then he just continued hitting the thug with his baseball bat. He wanted to cave his head in. It was so nice,calming and therapeutic. His only regret? He didnt use a sledgehammer
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 7:03:05 GMT -4
Susumu was used to seeing brutality though either a lens or a screen. Humans were violent by nature--hence the irony of heroes being "praised" for their actions--and there was no shortage of that online. Hell, she even caused a fair bit of violence for the hell of it, but she'd always watch it at a safe distance. This was an entirely different beast altogether. Or, rather, he was an entirely different beast. The man currently bashing in another living person's skull with a wooden bat was not a hero, nor would he ever be considered one by any person with eyes in their skull. However, the person he was currently bashing in wasn't an innocent, either. Susumu recognized his face and quickly ran it through her memory before it became a bloody pulp. Where had she seen them before...?
Ah. I remember.
Her camera flashed as the photograph was taken, the light hopefully catching the attention of the assailant and his victim...were they even still conscious, let alone alive. The static became hazel as her vision transferred from the camera to her own two eyes again.
"...Shoko Oshiro, mid- to late- twenties, wanted for criminal activity including but not limited to theft, harassment, armed robbery, and one case of physical assault by knife." Susumu spoke quietly over the soft whir of the camera powering down. She let her smile drop, instead replaced with a carefully fabricated look between dread and fascination. After all, normal people didn't smile at this sort of display. "The woman he stabbed was a wife and mother returning home from a late staff meeting. She survived. No lasting damage to herself, save her stolen purse. The police will want him. Alive. But...I can't imagine anyone would miss him, if he wanted to continue what he was doing."
Normal people probably didn't talk like that, either, but...eh. Susumu looked up at the vigilante through her thick eyelashes. What color was his hair? It was white in the low lighting, but as she lacked color in her vision anyway, he might be blonde, or a light brown. Poor for identification. But she didn't dare look through the lens right now.
She was insane, not suicidal.
"...I can send them a picture, and this location, if I want them to identify the corpse faster. Though... they're both in the frame..."
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 7:43:11 GMT -4
Just as he finished caving the dead mans face in. He noticed a flash. He immediatelly looked in the direction of the flash. Who would be STUPID to take a photo? Certainly no Villain. It was probably a scared Civillian, probably some reporter. Nevertheless he quickly went toward the person who flashed the photo. It was a girl, at least from the voice he was hearing.
If it was a Civillian, he would probably talk her down from doing anything hasty. If it was a Villian, that answer was already answered. No need to ask what G would do to a Villian. But for now he just approached the woman,grabbed her by the face and said "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMB BITCH!?!? WHAT ARE YOU!?!? RETARDED OR SOMETHING!?!?"
He was pissed and he didnt know what the woman was thinking. But before she tried anything funny. He threw the baseball bat away and used the other hand to swipe the camera from her hands and raised it up,so she cant reach it. He was not gonna give it back until he got answers. And if the answer didnt please him. The camera could be the least of her worries
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 7:51:22 GMT -4
This was bad.
Susumu managed a strangled gasp before the man's large hand came down over her face, smashing her nose into his palm and making her wince. It didn't hurt much. Really, he must have been holding back, given what he'd just done to the poor sap on the grass. The indignity of him getting his bloody, filthy hand on her perfectly kept face was much worse than any harm he was doing to her physically. She almost bit him. Almost. She didn't have an angle to. She barred her teeth all the same, her own hands--now empty of her camera--coming up to grab his wrist and dig into skin.
"Let me go, you bastard! I'm--I'm after him, not you!"
Lying wasn't easy when you're under pressure, even for Susumu. She'd perfected the art over years of manipulation, deceit, breaking others, and boredom. Now, though, she had to lie to save her nose. She honestly didn't care about her camera. It was digital. The picture was already off in the cloud, patiently waiting to sent off or deleted from existence. She could always buy another. Her face, though, was no to replaceable. Between his fingers she glared deadly little daggers at G, now using her nails to scratch at him.
"He stabbed my mother! He's a monster!! Break my camera, I don't care!! You're a--UGH--get off my face or I'm going to scream!!"
Real fear and real danger, mixed into adrenaline and joy. Ooh, what a rush this was. What a thrill. What a mistake. What bliss.
She liked him already.
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notes: At least her priorities are...straight...?
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 7:54:41 GMT -4
"Let me go, you bastard! I'm--I'm after him, not you!" she said.
He glanced back at the dead thug. Then he turned his attention to her and continued to listen to her pleas "He stabbed my mother! He's a monster!! Break my camera, I don't care!! You're a--UGH--get off my face or I'm going to scream!!"
If he was a dumb fuck, he might have believed that. He spent years with manipulators and liars. Along with murderers and rapists and arsonists. He knew all kinds of villains. He reaised his brow when he heard what she had to say. And when she was done, he smirked.
First he dropped her camera on the ground. And then stomped on it. And then he turned his full attention to her. With both hands free, now he fully restrained her, so she couldnt flee
"Y'know. I might have believed what you just said. IF...I didnt hear you talking like a heartless robot just a few moments ago. If you really were passionate about the so called 'monster' and the 'killer of your mother' or whatever. Your voice would have had more emotion. You would have felt closure or whatever people feel. You're stupid! I can see you're not emotionally driven to find this guy. I gotta say. You DO have passion. But something tells me you're not passionate about bringing that man to justice. So tell me, what do you want?"
This girl was weird. This was no way a civillian behaves. He just rescued a Civillian. And that woman ran away. This one was sketchy. She took photos, told him a whole analysis on Shoko Oshiro the thug as if he was talking to internet itself. If she was someone who wanted this guy behind bars. She would have acted differently. Her body language would have been different. Her voice would have been different. There was a huge discrepancy with how she acted before and after he grabbed her.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 7:56:13 GMT -4
She wasn't sure if she should be angry that her improvised lie had fallen flat, or delighted that this thug was smarter than he looked. Susumu visibly winced as he smashed her camera against the earth and took hold of her arms this time--oof, those were going to bruise like bananas if he kept that up--with a sinister smile on his face. He had her caught both in her lies and, well, literally. That was dangerous. He was dangerous. Anyone who was smarter than your average thug was more trouble for her than the thrill was worth.
It made her face uncomfortably hot and her knees weak. Thank God for the minimal lighting or...well, what, really? What was he going to do? Call her a pervert? Him, who she'd just watched bash another human's head in with a bat? Eh, there were people out there who would shame you regardless of their own dirty habits.
Hypocrites the lot of them. She was one, too.
"Fine! Fine. Truth be told, I just found you beating the crap out of him, and happened to recognize him from the web. I thought, hey, why not take a photograph of this dead fuck and put it online? Show them that somebody outside the hero program got him. That'll illicit some talk, now won't it? That, and," she sighed, voice tight and exasperated, "I thought that you'd be thick enough to buy into the sympathetic play. But now you smashed my fucking camera. So there goes that angle. Now what? Are you going to bash me up, too? If you are..."
Finally she flashed a smile up at him. Her eyes were wide and manic, excitement clear on her facial features. "...might I ask you don't mess up what you might want to get a better look at later?~"
Flirting with disaster, eh? Hah. He didn't know who or what she was. It was more like disaster was flirting with him. Or both ways? He did just kill a guy without knowing how bad a person he was. And she took a photograph of the corpse. Yeah. Both ways.
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notes: She likes a man who threatens her...uh...?
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 8:13:54 GMT -4
What was up with this girl? Something was definitely wrong. He was holding her, but it also felt like he was supporting her and keeping her up. Were her knees weak or something? Was she going to faint. It was a bit too dark to see her face. Not enough light.
But then the girl spoke "Fine! Fine. Truth be told, I just found you beating the crap out of him, and happened to recognize him from the web. I thought, hey, why not take a photograph of this dead fuck and put it online? Show them that somebody outside the hero program got him. That'll illicit some talk, now won't it? That, and," she sighed, but then she continued "I thought that you'd be thick enough to buy into the sympathetic play. But now you smashed my fucking camera. So there goes that angle. Now what? Are you going to bash me up, too? If you are..." the girl smiled.It was clear she was excited. This was probably a thrill or adrenaline rush "...might I ask you don't mess up what you might want to get a better look at later?~"
G wasnt sure if he should be happy that he's smarter then your average thug or if he should be angry that she thought he was thick and dumb. But he had no time for that, he listened to her speak. And....and, she was flirting with him?....... Nice!
Since she was speaking his language, he loosened his grip on her, but he still didn't fully let her go. He just made sure he wasnt hurting her anymore.
"Oh? Is that so? You wanna give me a lil preview of what you wanna show?~" he moved in closer to her. He might be an ex Villian who wouldnt steal money. But, there wont be any problems if he stole a kiss.
It was clear even to the girl that he wanted to kiss her. G was pretty much now enjoying himself at this point, but he was also testing her, to see if she was worth to him alive. Should she prove to be good enterainment to him. He would be very willing to keep her alive.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 10:08:00 GMT -4
Susumu's breath caught in her throat, the heat in her face now moving to pool in her chest and stomach. He was receptive. This was the best thing that could have happened to her tonight. Well, no, her client could have actually paid her the money he had promised instead of being a chicken-dick and barely offering half, and she could have gone off to bed with a delightful contract to work on and no man threatening to break her nose, arms, camera, etc. This was the next best thing. As he leaned in she leaned up as much as his hold on her arms would allow, red painted lips parted, her warm breath breaking through the cold fog to whisper:
"Happily."
She caught his lips with her own with an almost desperate ferocity, eyes half-lidded until right at the moment they touched. Mm, she hadn't had the pleasure of another person's touch for some time. Was the last one that sweet girl in the debate club? Susumu had destroyed her relationship with her parents by kissing her just as they walked into the house. How was she to know they were home early? It wasn't like they had security cameras on their porch...heh.
Her pleasant trip down memory lane--and even more pleasant present--was stopped when she darted her tongue just past her lips to tease him, and tasted something foul on her tongue. Her head sharply pulled back with a puzzled look. Iron? Dirt? No it was--
"You have blood on your lip," she said bluntly. Then, the shock having worn off, burst into a fit of giggles. "I don't even think it's your blood! Yuck! Maybe we should...get you cleaned up a little, before we continue. I would much rather be tasting you than some corpse."
His hold on her was light enough for Susumu to reach up and brush his hands off of her arms, then take them into her own gloved ones. Her manic smile was still solidly in place, a wild, unchecked energy coursing through her body. What should she do? Actually go through with this? Why the hell not? Her evening was free, and she would much rather see where this insane idea took her than just go home and sleep. Besides, he owed her for that camera. This might be a good way to get both pay-back and pay-forward.
"I know a really good hotel near here. A hundred percent discreet, no human staff at all. I'll pay for everything. Come with me."
Her voice was both teasing and demanding. If he dared to break this off and leave her with literal blood on her lips, then this was going to go in a far less pleasant direction than she wanted it to. Still, there was no way he would do that. She could read it in his body language. He was enticed, just as she was. Perfect.
Maybe she could even get a name by the time they were done.
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 10:20:27 GMT -4
And this was way better then what he ever expected. The two kissed. And she was just as 'ferocious' as he was. He wanted to go further with some tongue action, but she was to first one to do it. Probably to tease him. But suddenly the fun time was interrupted by her pulling away
"You have blood on your lip," she said bluntly.
"Huh? I do?" G was unaware if he had blood. But when he stopped to think about it...Yea, he didnt wipe his face yet. Once he realized it. He just wiped it with his shirt. Ah who cares if it was white, he'll get a new one
The girl just talked more "I don't even think it's your blood! Yuck! Maybe we should...get you cleaned up a little, before we continue. I would much rather be tasting you than some corpse."
He mentally rolled his eyes at her whinning.
The girl then held his hands. And she had this crazy smile on her
"I know a really good hotel near here. A hundred percent discreet, no human staff at all. I'll pay for everything. Come with me."
Now she was DEFINITELY speaking his language. There was no way in hell, he'd refuse that.
"Lead the way~"
Well, his night got a whole lot better.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 12:49:15 GMT -4
With her hand still firmly holding his, Susumu started to lead her new toy out of the park to where their destination was. She paused for a moment as she passed the corpse. Yow. So that was what a human skull looked like with such a dent in it. The sight did little to deter her, though, as she was back to leading the way in barely a second. The streets of Tokyo were only slightly better lit than the park itself thanks to the streetlights, business signs, and various lit windows here and there illuminating the sidewalk. Now in the light more of Susumu was visible. Beneath her velvet coat she was wearing dark stockings and green heels that matched her hair color, with dark, sparkling eye-shadow and matching maroon lips. She wore a black ribbon in her hair, too, to fit the whole set-up perfectly.
She wove through the streets and alleys with care, eyes darting every now and then to different shop windows and stopping now and then, looking back at G. She'd quickly say: "We need to go around this one. They have cameras in the windows, and you'll be seen. This way!" Then she'd duck into an alley and tug him along.
Just as the bright red lettering of the hotel was in sight, Susumu began to actually speak to her new "friend". Her eyes with glittering with the streetlights...or, was that the remainders of static...? It was hard to tell if one wasn't looking for it. "Should we exchange names now? It'll make things easier if we know what to scream, don't you think? I'm Susumu." Who needed formalities like last names in this situation. "You can call me Susu if you like. Or...anything naughty you can think of, I really don't mind. I kind of like it actually."
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 13:00:42 GMT -4
She was leading him to a hotel. And he was fairly certain he knew where she was leading him. It wasnt his first rodeo. Although, he let her lead him around. She seemed fun and entertaining. G enjoyed watching her movements and actions and how she'd look around and how she'd look at him every now and then. But then something caught his eye...or better yet, ear.
"We need to go around this one. They have cameras in the windows, and you'll be seen. This way!" Then she ducked into an alley and tugged him along.
That was interesting. The fact that she had a camera when they met. And how she talked about the cameras at the windows. It was becoming clear, her Quirk revolved around cameras. Somehow.
As they were approaching the familiar hotel,the girl then spoke
"Should we exchange names now? It'll make things easier if we know what to scream, don't you think? I'm Susumu.You can call me Susu if you like. Or...anything naughty you can think of, I really don't mind. I kind of like it actually."
As if G was gonna say his name or his Vigilante name. He smirked and decided to mess with her.
"Well, is that so Susu. Nice to meet ya. You can call me Master or Boss. Or if you're really searching for some sort of name. You can call me Genzu. But, I prefer you call me Master~"
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 14:05:12 GMT -4
"Master? That's even naughtier than I expected!" Susumu laughed aloud, throwing her head back with glee. Oh, that was too rich. Did he have enough of an ego to think she'd call him master? Nobody got that sort of treatment from her, not even if they were royal blood. Then again, this was just bedroom talk. It didn't matter what she called him in bed, because it was just for fun. She could give him that much leeway. If he wanted her to call him as such outside of such play, well, she had a photograph in the cloud of him killing a man. We'd see how long that haughty behavior lasted.
The door of the hotel was opaque glass that opened automatically, and the front desk was less of a desk and more of an ATM. Pictures of different rooms were lit with either a green or red light, and under the images was a slot for a credit card. Each image was a different style--some normal bedrooms, some specially lit with reds and pinks, some expensive-looking suites, and some...some were just silly.
Unfortunately, with no cameras in the lobby for anonymity's sake, she couldn't see the colors of the images. Or the color of the lights, for that matter. She couldn't even tell which ones were available.
Ugh. Stupid color-blind vision.
Her lips pursed together in a small pout.
"...I'm bad at picking...which one would you like, Boss? A normal one? This one says it's 'French Rivera'. Or what about the one with Hello Kitty themed BDSM gear everywhere? Heheh, just kidding."
While she let Genzu pick a room, she opened her camera bag and pulled out a wallet that had enough rhinestones on it to count as jewelry by itself. She took out a sleek black credit card with no numbers on it and only a chip embedded in it. While pulling that out she felt for the tiny USB device inside. She smirked slightly.
The hotel computers might be worth hacking into. Those cameras would have some juicy images worth saving, for fun and profit.
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Post by G Hajimari on May 4, 2018 14:13:56 GMT -4
He was once again at this hotel. Although, this time with another woman.
"...I'm bad at picking...which one would you like, Boss? A normal one? This one says it's 'French Rivera'. Or what about the one with Hello Kitty themed BDSM gear everywhere? Heheh, just kidding."
A weird woman. But hey, she called him Boss and thats what counted
"Lets take the normal one." he said. No need to be fancy and stuff
Speaking of fancy, he saw her as she opened her camera bag and pulled out a wallet that had enough rhinestones on it to count as jewelry by itself. She took out a sleek black credit card with no numbers on it and only a chip embedded in it. While pulling that out she felt for the tiny USB device inside. She smirked slightly.
Yep, she was doing some sketchy stuff. But G wasnt a computer wiz nor a hacker. But he didnt need to know rocket science to figure out that she's doing some trouble. He could stop her. But since they together for the night, he figured he'd turn a blind eye to one crime. Its not like she was hurting anyone. Well, no, if she was a Villian,she was totally hurting someone with this stunt. But, out of sight out of mind. He just had one goal with her now.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 22:20:04 GMT -4
Susumu pressed the button under the normal looking image, and the light switched from one shade of gray to another shade of gray, so she assumed she'd gotten it right. The screen then requested her credit card and she slid it in and clicked to confirm. A key card came out of the side where another slot was and she snatched it up. "Well then, let's go on up! You seem to know this place pretty well," she looked at G over her shoulder, smile still overly excited, "Are you a player? Can't say I'm too surprised. Boss has that sort of rough, dangerous charm that must drive ladies insane~" Everything in the hotel was just as quiet and catering to the privacy of the clients as the front desk. The only way one could tell there were staff in the building was just how clean everything was. Their room was on the seventh floor so she called the elevator and waited, hands behind her back and rocking back and forth on her heels. Her heart was pounding in her ears. This was so fun. He'd just murdered a man in cold blood and left bruises on her arms, and now this. Even as a villain she was doing something dangerous. Yes, be alone with the murderer. Alone in a sound-proof room. Oh, this was so much fun! When the elevator came after half a minute she pulled Genzu inside, positioning herself against the wall and him directly in front of her. With his height he towered over her, adding to the dangerous thrill. A low purr escaped her painted lips as she leaned up to lightly kiss his jaw. "I hope you're as good with your hands as you were with that bat, Boss. Just a heads-up though...I'm a biter~" The elevator door dinged, opened, and she slipped out from between him and the wall and dashed towards their door with a delighted, wild laugh, hoping he'd follow after just as fast. [ Fade to Black] tagged: G Hajimari || word count: 336 ||
notes: We can pick up afterwards and get into some actual talking. ;P
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