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Post by Darren Blanco II on Sept 29, 2018 17:15:27 GMT -4
“I’m telling you, man. Something is going on.”
Private Second Class Takeuchi had no idea how right he was when he made that idle comment. He was sitting next to a boiling pot of stew with Private Second Class Akechi and Private First Class Momotaru, who was stirring the pot. Akechi shrugged it off and told him he was crazy. Momotaru stayed silent.
The next instant, there was an explosion not thirty meters from where the soldiers were sitting. While the trio was still trying figure out what happened and hastily grabbed their weapons, more explosion sounds could be heard in the distance. Something was definitely going on.
Panic spread slower than usual. Explosion sounds were not uncommon with the demonstrations going on. What really scared people was the shouting of orders in authoritative and distinctly military voices. Soon enough, Takeuchi, Momotaru and Akechi received theirs, and at first they executed them without question.
It is said that soldiers should never question orders, but that is an ideal, an impossibility. One of the defining characteristics of human beings was their tendency to question everything. It gave us astronomy, physics and political science, and right now, it also drove Takeuchi to raise his voice at the commander, as they ordered to form a line and arrest everyone with a quirk.
“Why everyone with a quirk, sarge? It could have been an IED or--” “Orders, private. Shut up and execute them.”
It was not enough for the loudmouth known as Private Second Class Takeuchi.
“But sir, why are we arresting quirkers specifically when we should be identifying threats and organizing rescue eff--”
A loud thud was heard, and it was enough to knock the loudmouth known as Private Second Class Takeuchi to the ground. Private Second Class Akechi looked at Private First Class Momotaru with horror. The big man had knocked out his partner in the same quiet way he did everything, and he was now staring at him. Akechi understood, gulped and saluted the sergeant.
“Roger.”
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All over the armory, similar scenes were playing out, with soldiers arguing and fists taking the place of verbs on more than a few occasions. As for the civilians, they were desperately trying to flee the area. Some succeeded; mostly non-quirked or Emitters quirkers who could hide their difference. Anyone with, say, the face of a dog, or the legs of a goat, or some extraordinary combination of both, was likely to be arrested.
As it happened, one person in the armory right now fit that exact description, and a big arm belonging to the equally big Private Momotaru, built like a freezer, was attempting to grab the person in question. He said nothing, as usual. He simply carried out his orders. Behind him stood Private Akechi, looking uneasy.
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Some people didn’t get arrested but weren’t luckier. One eleven years old girl got pushed around by panicked adults and her left leg got stepped on. There was a sickening crack and and everyone was too busy fleeing to hear her cries of pain. She managed to drag herself under one of the tables, next to a box of 5.56mm ammunition, terrified to the bone. The confusion only grew as tears streamed down her face and she called for his father.
It just so happened that this girl was the daughter of the tank commander, Sergeant First Class Sasaki Akira. Of course, when the panic settled in, the fully functional tank in the middle received its orders as well. They were promptly ignored. Akira couldn’t get a hold of his daughter Sachiko, and instead he bellowed his own orders at his driver to start the damn thing and look for her already. The 10-cylinder two-stroke 1500 horsepower engine sitting in the back started revving loudly and the tracks trembled and turned menacingly, digging into the earth and propelling the iron beast all over the area. The hatch was open, and out of it popped Sergeant Sasaki, loudly calling for his daughter.
“SACHIKO! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Orders were shouted at him both in passing and through the radio. All were ignored. Soldiers were arresting quirkers left and right; some with much zeal, others with far less. Despite the panic, it still felt there was a tension within the 10th Combat Logistics Bataillon. It felt like a dud firecracker which would go off the second someone would pick it up. (Rules and objectives: Same rules as every other thread apply. Keep in mind this is death enabled. NPCs are not controllable in this thread, even the general public. If you want to interact with them in a relatively minor way (shoving someone out of the way, using a random civilian as a human shield, etc) you should DM me first. You have 48h from the moment it becomes your turn to post; you can ask for extensions if IRL is being a bitch but don't abuse it) The objective is to save as many people as possible, in particular the tank commander’s daughter. As mentioned, the army is arresting quirked people -- Chimera in particular if that wasn’t clear already -- so you should attempt to save them as well. No one is shooting yet, but I don’t think it’s much a spoiler to say that will change quickly All this being said, I hope y’all have fun!)
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Post by Chimera on Sept 29, 2018 18:33:16 GMT -4
365 WC Please be nice to goat | Chimera's first instinct probably shouldn't have been to run towards the explosion, but it was. Maybe he'd been desensitized by rooming with Yojin enough to think "explosion means somebody needs help" instead of "explosion bad, get away". Whatever the reason, the moment he'd heard it from across the armory, he'd run as fast as his rabbit's legs could carry him to help.
It was a mistake.
He skidded to a halt in front of the person he recognized from earlier as the Private, though he'd never gotten his name. He was huge and had probably been busy, so Chimera had kept his distance. Behind him was another solider. They looked...well, who wouldn't be unnerved after a series of bombs or something went off. Chimera drew in a shaky breath. "What's going on? Is anyone hurt? Ho-how can I help? I ca--wh--what are you...?" Mid-sentence the private closer to him began to reach for him. What? Why? Why was he...
"...sir?"
RUN.
Chimera's legs took a step back from him without thought, stepping out of arm's reach once, then again. His eyes flickered past them. What he saw--what he could see, through the debris from the explosion and the suddenly panicking crowd--was more soldiers. More soldiers and his own classmates. Soldiers going after his classmates. Some were being cuffed, others were being held down by force, and others fled with the soldiers on their heels.
His eyes snapped back to the other two, resolve given way to fear.
RUN AWAY.
"......w-wh...?"
Without another pause Chimera turned to bolt back through the armory. He was quick on his feet, and sure, Chimera had been learning to fight.
But these were trained soldiers. Trained soldiers trying to get him.
Why were they going after the students?!
The other students.
Chimera started scanning the crowd as best he could for a familiar face. Specifically one that wasn't trying to take him down and cuff him.
My classmates. Gotta find classmates. Somebody. Anybody. Rin. Darren. Yojin. Fuck, I'd take Alex right now. Find them and lay low. Or. Something??
This wasn't how this was supposed to go.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2018 20:16:58 GMT -4
Well, this was unfortunate. Unfortunate in a bunch of senses, really. The first of which was that there was some sort of emergency, and the second bit was the chaos that came from that emergency. The third bit that was really and truly unfortunate was of course the fact that the military was violently detaining any quirkers they found, which was obviously not the greatest thing in the world for a quirker and one who had interacted with many of the soldiers here to witness and be in the middle of. He saw one lady with a tail get tackled in a manner that would generally only be accepted against fleeing felons for seemingly no reason whatsoever, in one example as his first response to the situation was to simply blend into the crowd and think of what his course of action was going to be. The question of why this was happening would be left to some egghead down the line, the more important question and the one that he needed to answer very quickly before anyone recognized him was what was he going to do. He was in a crowd, now, and could probably make it out of the encampment entirely before he was actually caught. There were a lot of people in that crowd, and he could easily blend in and most likely get away safely. This was the first time he had put on his makeshift body armor in the area, and he did have a motorcycle helmet that would cover his face if he put the visor down… he could manage it, but the question was did he really want to manage it? If he just ran away while other quirkers were being rounded up like animals, likely his own classmates, what would that really say about him? But on the other hand, what could be really do? He had synthetic plates in the armored up motorcycle gear that was wearing, sure, and it might even serve as almost like a bulletproof vest. A bullet likely would not kill him, but an entire magazine of bullets sure as hell would. It wasn’t as simple as mindlessly rushing forward to save the lady with the tail, because if the military was on high enough alert to detain her and use that level of force to force her into that detainment rather than letting her run away… well, they probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill either of them either. That was a scary thought, but the delinquent’s mind was racing too much to really be paralyzed with that fear at the present. The crowd that he was in wouldn’t let him be paralyzed anyway, because it was a massive force that surged forward almost as a force of nature. He had gotten to the edge of that crowd as it was forming to make sure he could fuck off if it was some sort of mechanical malfunction, but quickly realized at least the effect that was going on in the targeted arrest of quirkers. He was coming to the realization that while shit was going down, it would be exceptionally stupid of him to get involved. If this was illegal, the best thing he could possibly do is get the hell out of there and warn the people who could do something about it as quickly as possible. If this was legal, then he needed to get the hell out of here and flee the fucking area. If they were doing a crackdown on quirkers and the government was in on it, he couldn’t exactly help anyone from the inside of a prison cell. He had to be on the outside to do anything of use, even if running away was cowardly. Even if things didn’t work out the way he would dream of them happening. Even if he had no power to actually do anything. Fucking hell, if he was stronger he might be able to do something – but currently? Currently, there was no way in hell he could overpower more than two or three soldiers, max, and that was only if he took them by surprise and they weren’t the elite ones like he had fought earlier. Fucking hell, this was bad. This was very, very bad. He was just going to leave. That was what he had to do. It was the smartest course of action, and he would be an idiot to do anything else, yup. That was completely correct. But then he heard the wails of what sounded like a little girl, and he froze the instant before he was to pivot and ensure his own safety. Fucking hell. Someone behind him tried to shove him forward a bit out of panic, but the delinquent held his ground as he tried to locate the source of that noise amidst all the ruckus. Right. It was coming from the right. He shouldered his way through the crowd, using the plates on his shoulders to full effect as he made his way through and followed the source of the nearby voice until it was close. Until it was extremely nearby. His visor was still not down, so red eyes beheld a table that seemed to be the source of the noise and the source of the little girl crying. The delinquent kneeled down to confirm, and couldn’t help but grimace when he saw the unnatural way that her leg was bent. Broken, the leg was definitely broken. ”Hey, what’s your name?” he called out as he rose up slightly in a crouch to get underneath the table. ”I’m going to get you out of here, alright? You’re going to be fine, I’m sorry things are so scary for you right now.” he continued, his voice higher in volume to be heard over the panicked running and the miscellaneous noises around them but in a tone that he hoped was comforting. That he hoped wouldn’t have her recoil and accidentally spill out to be killed by the stampede outside. That would probably be the worst thing that could possibly happen at the moment, all things considered.
Maybe he couldn't do anything. Maybe his best route was to get the hell out of dodge and save his own skin. But the fact of the matter is, he knew for a fact that a significant chunk of his classmates would not be doing the same. They'd be doing something to resist, doing something to try and save someone. If he was going to get out of this mess, he was saving at least one along the way.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Sept 29, 2018 20:37:07 GMT -4
It was so fast and so sudden, with the hectic atmosphere with even more hectic people running away from the source of the loud explosive noises the gray girl simply stood there tense with her pale gray eyes staring down at the place. She wanted to give herself a reason to feel annoyed by this, but it felt like something sinister and big was going on, inside a military base of all things, terrorist attack was the likely reason. For all she knew she could be near another potential explosive spot, the whole place did not feel safe and it made her want to dash for it.
But it didn't take long before she noticed a soldier approaching her front with another covering the backside. Usually she'd ask, but she had a good sense for reading one's intentions. Her eyes frowned and sharply observed the soldier's gesture and incoming grab. The gray girl quickly dismissively backing her shoulder away from his hand while not taking her sight off from him. ''The fuck you think you're doing? Aren't soldiers like you meant to protect?'' The man did not answer and was stubborn enough to latch at her. The one behind her quickly dashed in and grabbed around her arms, she gritted her teeth and widened her eyes in raw rage. ''HEY! LET GO OF ME YOU BRAINDEADS!'' Was everyone from the army like this? People with zero freethinking and acting like tools? What a sad thought to think of, especially when she was fully capable to mess both of them big time, even if they were just doing their job. It was when saw many others being detained and pinned down to the ground, in a situation like this it was madness, she had zero intention to stick around. With her hands clenched and her shoulder tensing tight she got into position to give the soldier holding around her arms an unexpected reversed suplex. Pushing herself forward he smacked him against the other, the impact was heavy enough for them to be down for the count.
Quickly sqishing her bangs to the side to scan her surroundings, luckily most soldiers nearby were occupied with others, but among the crowds she could pin out a certain someone crouching down, what the hell was he doing in the panicking crowd on his knee? Risaka was incapable to see the little girl under the table due to the large ammunition box easily blocked the sight. She sorta wanted to get over there to pull him the hell out of the place, but unfortunately a single soldier noticed her. With her quirk showing clearly she was a target of theirs the soldier had his hands up in a fighting pose, a pose a boxer would normally have, yelling out at her to get down on the ground. Man was he someone with a punchable face, why did all these muscleheads suddenly wanna get to her bad side? ''I don't know who's told you to capture me, but I have no reason to listen to puppets!'' With the current situation she wanted to get past him to get out of here, if only there was a way to make him stop what he's doing. She put her hands up aswell and gave a sharp frown towards him.
He went for a direct punch in which Risaka took advantage off. With her Gray Arm technique she easily stopped his punch with her right palm and held his hand powerfully. ''I'll knock some sense into you...'' Her eyes sparked bright yellow, with her hand in contact with his body she swiftly absorbed his colourscheme into her limb. He had definitely more than one colour on him so she got a colour mix. This gave her a strenght enhancement in which she used to strike back with. Her clenched fist planted hard at the side of his face, pushing his jaw to the side without holding back, giving him a most defiitive K.O. before he lands on the ground. ''Grrr, punk...''
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Post by Hino Yojin on Sept 30, 2018 20:43:15 GMT -4
Yojin had been talking with Chimera when the first explosion went off. His first assumption was, of all things, one of the goddamn exploding plushies that other student used. Seriously, what kind of “collateral-damage-encouraged” nutjob of a weapon had that been? And because of that, of course, he moved toward the blast. A few moments later, the shouting happened. He didn’t see where it started--everything from that point forward was just a series of fragmented images. A student wearing a school uniform he didn’t recognize getting tackled to the ground. Distant cracks of gunfire. Panicked screams. Soldiers ordering other people in student uniforms to put their hands in the air, then get on their knees. Like a fever dream. Yojin turned, looking instinctively for Chimera, just in time to get hit by the wave of people. It was like tidal wave, a machine far greater than the sum of its parts. He let out a grunt of pain as someone slammed into him from behind, sending him staggering. He clutched at his toolbag, falling to a knee, while a foot stomped down a couple inches from his hand. Someone tripped trying to avoid him, and went down--he heard a crunch that sounded like when a mechanic he knew had forgotten to lock a car lift. It had broken their arm in two seperate places. Fuck. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears, icy panic starting to spread. He couldn’t stay to find Chimera, or he was going get fucked up. Bad. Yojin pulled himself up with desperate adrenaline, and started to move with the crowd, matching his pace to its limping, wounded jog. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck? What was going on? Had a student gone nuclear and literally blown up? Why would they be arresting everyone? Sure, they quirks...but they were fucking teens. What the fuck was going on? Survive. He just needed to get alive. He needed to stop panicking, and fucking think. Well. That was one-of-those easier said than done type deals. Shit. What was going to happen next? This was basically a riot so… The mob wasn’t going to get out. The military had a tank. At some point, they were going to hit barricades and tear gas and rubber bullets and it was going to get very, very ugly. He looked at the people next to him in the crowd, wondering if he was going to see either of them on the news tomorrow, covered in blood and full of holes. Yojin felt his heart stop. It could just as easily be him. His bloody face on the morning news, just in time for his parents to see with their eggs and rice. He was panicking again. So far, he’d only seen them arresting students. Maybe they’d branch out-or- He tore off his UA jacket, tugging at it frantically as it caught on his bag, then reached in the bag itself. Inside the front flap was a flimsy little surgical mask--the kind you wore when you had a cold, and didn’t want to infect other people. A way to hide his face without looking like a total weirdo. He shoved on the mask, looking for a place to break from the crowd. Soldiers were packing in other sides, almost like they were being herded somewhere--if he darted out in an break between booths, he’d isolated and cornered… Tables. They were displaying weapons on tables. And because this had come out of nowhere, the tables were still out. Yojin braced himself, then, right as he passed alongside one of the display stands, he dropped, and rolled to the side. Someone kicked him in the back, and he felt his eyes water. When he sat up, his head slammed against the top of one of the folding tables. He was out of the crowd. Yojin's panic faded a little. He wasn’t immediately recognizable as a student. He was out of the mob. He could breathe. Chimera was still out there. As was Elise, and all of his other classmates. On the other hand, all of them were a lot better at combat than he was. They’d be- Fine. Almost without thinking, Yojin reached into his bag, pulling out a broken cell-phone he’d grabbed from a scrap yard a few days ago. All he’d wanted was the batteries, but-- Wire strippers. A diode. Glue. The speakers from the phone, more wire, and his quirk. A simple analogue radio. He shoved it to his ear, and looked around. And there was his first stroke of luck, right beside him. Way more than he deserved. A soldier’s uniform jacket, hanging on the back of the chair behind the booth. Abandoned. Too large for him. He grabbed it, and put it on. It wouldn’t hold up close, but from the back, from a distance… He’d use the radio to listen in on orders and dodge patrols. Maybe even fake some of his own. From the back, from a distance, he looked like a soldier. He just had to find a break in the crowd and he’d vanish. Yojin started to crawl. Orders crackled over the makeshift radio. He could only make out about half--the night was full of screams and gunfire. How many people were injured? He felt sick thinking about it. An ugly, selfish thought went through his head. Could they all just shut up? He couldn’t hear anything over the screaming. Suddenly, strangely furious, he looked around, trying to find out who was so fucking loud. It was a little girl. She was slumped under another table, a few tables down from him. A teen he didn't recognize, brown-haired in patchwork armor kneeling over her protectively. Yojin had the urge to vomit. He crawled over to them, opening his phone and waving the screen at them in a hopefully-friendly manner, aware he was still masked, and wearing a soldier's jacket. “I'm Yojin. I'm not with the army right now. Is she alright? I-I have a map of the compound, and a radio.” He said, his voice sounding flat in his ears. “Some of these tents have to be empty.”
WC: 1044 (Sorry I went over)
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 2, 2018 14:05:02 GMT -4
Between sobs, a black motorcycle helmet suddenly entered the girl’s field of view. It was attached to a body clad in what could only be described as a 12 years old first cosplay’s, or at least the stitching was on that level. It was a scary sight, but he spoke in a reassuring tone. The girl still dragged herself back a little, wincing in pain.
“D-daddy says not to follow strangers… I’m scared…”
To make things more reassuring, a second head clad in a surgical mask much like those Japanese delinquents liked to wear popped into her field of view. He spoke words that wanted to be reassuring. Both students missed the mark with their words, but it was hard to fault them. The girl was trembling so much the mark was all over the place.
“I can’t move.. Please don’t hurt meeeee!” she cried, louder, loud enough to be heard by passerbys as she clutched the leg of the table. Right after, as if on cue, gunshots were heard; not the rank bang of a pistol, but the dryer tak-tak-tak of a modern assault rifle’s three-round burst. The fear and pain and adrenaline mixed together in the girl’s brain and left little room for rationality. “I WANT MY DADDYYYYYYY!” she cried at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face, her left leg bent in a sickening way.
More gunshots were heard from all over the place now. Sachiko only cried louder and louder, and her voice was heard by a duo of soldiers nearby, who started trotting towards the table. Alex, Yojin and Sachiko were still hidden under, but not for long, as they would see the boots getting closer. They had to take a decision as to what to do quickly, considering their position and how they looked right now.
In the distance, a tank engine could be heard whirring.
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The grayscaled girl had been an immediate target of the military for a reason; just like Chimera, her appearance informed everyone of her quirked nature. What they didn’t expect was that she would behave like such a wildcat. The second soldier, the one who grabbed her arms, tried to explain himself. “I’m sorry miss, those are our orders, please come with us so that we can protect--”
He didn’t have time to finish his phrase, as he was shoved into his buddy in front of him, the girl displaying a strength that he did not expect from her at all. They got up confusedly, somehow used to being thrown around by kids by now. “What the fuck, man?” “I don’t know. I sure wouldn’t want to stick around here either if I was a civvie. She must be panicked too.” “Sure, but… Oh fuck!”
A third provate was closing in on her, rifle in hand. The second one hurriedly pulled his radio. “Ichiro! Put the gun away! You’ll just cause more problems if you shoot!”
Thankfully, the private named Ichiro listened, and instead tried to box the grayscaled girl into submission. It didn’t go well. The first two privates rushed to his side. The first one was holding his gun, not pointing it at the girl but still very much ready to do so, but the second one approached with his hands halfway up. His own rifle was still strapped to his chest.
“Please keep calm, miss, there is a lot going on right now, we're still trying to figure out why, we're just obeying ord--”
The private was cut off by the same gunshot noise. The blood of the trained professional only turned once, and he dove towards the girl. “GET DOWN!” he shouted, as he tried to push her to the ground and get on top of her, to protect her from potential stray bullets, and his two mates quickly took defensive positions and pointed their guns around. Of course, it could very well be interpreted otherwise. Right now, it was certainly not a good idea to antagonize these soldiers. The third private, the one name Ichiro, shouted: “What the fuck is going on and why are we arresting civilians?!”
More shots were fired, from different directions this time.
“What the fuck is happening?!” shouted Ichiro again, the youth and fear now very audible in the 19 years old soldier’s voice.
“Calm down!” shouted the second private, named Hisao, and he relaxed his grip on Risaka. “Please stay with us, miss, this is dangerous, we don’t know what’s happening. I certainly don’t have neither the time or the want to capture you now, so please cooperate with us. And you, Ichiro, calm the fuck down if you wanna get out alive, you got me?! I’m not letting you two idiots die. You too, Takato,” he said looking at the first private.
“Let’s just try to get a hold on what’s happening.”
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Momotaru’s hands grabbed empty air as the goat-dog-rabbit-man-thing darted away quickly. “After him!” shouted someone, and they chased the boy. Despite the weight of the CIRAS, the Kevlar plates and the rest of their equipment, the soldiers were right on his tail, though he was increasing the distance. Momotaru received a fateful order in his radio, raised his rifle, and a second before he pressed the trigger, he was tackled by another soldier. It was Private Takeuchi, who managed to regain consciousness. The three shots were thrown from their intended target and the three bullet burst instead ripped randomly, shot at nothing but making their clear, recognizable noise heard in the whole area.
The tank drove in front of them, cutting them off from Chimera who managed to escape for now.
“What are you doing, private?” asked the cold voice of a man whose gaze was hidden behind a pair of glasses. It was Warrant Officier Yoshida, the logistics specialist.
“Are you guys crazy?! Were you about to shoot a civilian right now?!” “Those explosions were of terrorist origins. There is probably cause.” “The fuck you know of probable cause?! We’re military!” “You’re right, I only execute orders. I was also warned there would be traitor like you. I believe the capital punishment is still in effect for the likes of you. Your kind screws up the good running of things when you don’t obey your orders like you’re supposed to.”
And with that, the first soldier to lose his life today would be Private Takeuchi.
Chimera, for his part, would probably need to find himself some cover, or some friends, preferably both. Thankfully, his escape route took him some twenty meters from where Risaka and the trio of soldier had taken defensive positions.
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All over the camp now the same thing was happening between groups of soldiers. Orders had been given by radio that quirkers had turned against the army and permission to kill had been granted.
Not every soldier accepted the order, but some were adamant about its execution and appreciative of their purpose. The tension accumulated over the last few years with the public announcements of the hero program, of the integration of quirks in the army had divided the JSDF into two rough factions. The anti-quirks had been the more proactive, and now their plan was being executed.
Most civilians had now fled the area; some remained, captured, now hurriedly pressed into the back of trucks, whether it was by pro-quirk soldiers or anti-quirks, as hostages or to get them away. Allies and enemies were dressed the same and fought each other, taking cover behind vehicles and rocks and trees. Finding cover would now be the priority for everyone here, and getting out alive.
That would be a difficult thing to do, unfortunately. The anti-quirk faction planned for resistance, and a couple of helicopters could be heard and seen flying overhead, patrolling the area and carrying machine gunners on their open flanks. Getting out in the open to try and run away would be too dangerous now, but it was possible to move from cover to cover around the tents and the armory without incurring their wrath; they could not fire on soldiers as they couldn’t make out foe from friend from up there. They were sure eager to shoot up some quirkers, though.
The tank, for itself, was still driving around and ignoring the battle going on, the men safe in their hull. Only the tank commander had his head out of his hatch, shouting the name of his daughter at the top of his lungs. On which side would he join the battle was unclear. What he cared about was very clear, though.
Something had to be done against the anti-quirk faction, or no one could escape.
(Another quick OOC: Soldiers are not controllable from now on, even if you ask. Assume the pro quirk and anti quirk factions are separated in many small groups and shooting at each other from cover. The pro quirk faction is no longer trying to arrest you. The anti quirk faction are your main enemies and your objective is still to get out alive, and save people if possible. But now, the anti-quirk faction has to be defeated in order to get away; ways to take down the helicopters will be presented to you as you advance through the thread. Keep your head down and cooperate with the pro-quirk faction and you have a very good chance of staying alive. Good luck!)
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Post by Chimera on Oct 2, 2018 18:48:27 GMT -4
582 WC that was not nice | With fear filling his ears with the awful noise of his own breathing and frantic heartbeat, Chimera couldn't make out the words shouted by the solider behind him, but he could feel the heavy footsteps of more armed men coming up behind him. He kept his head forward and ran as fast as he could and somehow kept just out of reach of the soldiers. Maybe they were too heavy. Or maybe fear was a great motivator get the fuck out of here. Whatever the reason his strategy of fleeing with his tail between his legs (semi-literally) worked in his favor because a tank rolled through the crowd. He managed to get past it before the soldiers could. Now he just had to--
Then gunfire sounded.
As hard as his animal instincts said to run faster, run further, run NOW, he stopped dead for just a split second at the sound of the gun. Oh. Oh. God. But the dreaded impact never came. Instead he heard voices shouting.
Chimera turned to look.
Movies do a bad job at portraying how people die from a gunshot wound to the face. It's always a burst of blood that cuts out too fast to see the actual damage done. And it just looks like blood. There's no bits of brain or skull or...meat, in the visible burst. Not unless it's a slasher movie full of gore--but Chimera never liked those, and never watched one. Blood made him...sick.
He only caught a glimpse as the tank rolled into his line-of-sight.
But it was far more gore-y in real life than in movies, even in just a second.
Shouldn't have looked.
By the time Chimera had turned and started running again his eyes had filled with tears, and he couldn't hear his heartbeat or the solider's footsteps anymore. Everything was blurry. Delirious. This couldn't be happening. He hadn't just seen a person die. A person died preventing him from dying. He hadn't. He couldn't process it right now. Everything--the gunfire in the distance, the screaming of children and soldiers alike, the smell of smoke and gunpowder and things he did not want to think about--he couldn't. He couldn't.
He nearly ran right past where Risaka was hidden in cover. He might have kept running, had she not been so obvious to...well, obvious. A girl made of living, breathing grayscale was still a sore thumb despite the smoke and screams. Chimera skidded to a halt, claws digging into the dirt to help turn himself despite the speed he'd been going, and he bolted towards her. He didn't know who the hell she was. But she was clearly another student. Anyone. Anyone right now was better than being alone in this.
What if Yojin is dead? What if Darren is dead? What if Rin is dead? What if Hayley is dead? Levi? Maxi? What if all of them are dead?? What if what if--
Chimera dove for a spot behind the soldiers that seemed to be defending the girl--thank whatever God was out there, not all of them were firing at the students--and soon as he could breathe he let out a weak whimper. "P-Please don't...please don't shoot me! A...a p-private--he g-got shot by another one, r-right in the h-h-head...I...I..." he throat closed for a second and he gagged, covering his eyes with his hands, "Ohgodthey'regonnakillusallohgodohgod"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2018 18:55:36 GMT -4
So, uh, apparently the hero costume missed the mark with the kids.
A masked newcomer came in, with UA uniform pants and a soldier’s jacket that was at least a size too large on him. The delinquent reached out his hand to shake, and if Yojin took it the American would manifest shadows onto the other boy’s body briefly but physically enough to where he would definitely feel the extra weight and look down. He didn’t want to freak out the girl and say out loud that the newcomer wasn’t actually part of the military, but he did want to subtly let the other know that Alex was a quirker as well. ”Name’s Alex.” he would say shortly once he point got across and withdraw his hand and shadow.
The girl started screaming and calling attention to them, which was unfortunate because shots started to be fired as well. Assault rifle shots, if he memorized the sound correctly from his days at the shooting range. Just one of those landing was enough to kill or cripple someone, so that meant they were using lethal force. The wailing of the girl had caught the attention of nearby soldiers, and the view of boots approaching was something that made every second critical. They didn’t have a lot of time, and it was times like this where the delinquent’s seeming lack of any sort of capacity to prioritize self-preservation and utter lack of hesitation when it came to making decisions under duress really shone through. He might not come up with the most detailed or effective plans, but he was able to create and execute them instantly.
”Yojin.” Alex barked out, having formulated a plan and taking careful note of the locations of both approaching soldiers as he talked. He ripped all the shadow he could get his eyes on, including the shadows of the soldiers that were approaching in preparation for what needed to be done. ”You’re going to take the girl here and locate a safe place to put her until we can get medical attention for her broken leg. We aren’t alone here, there’s no fucking way. If we can regroup in a safe place we can find some others and get enough force to bust a way out. I’ve made some friends over the past few days, and with any luck I can link up with some of them along the way. The girl was in the middle of this, too, if you can calm her down she might know something we don’t. When I pop up the table, I need you to trust that I won’t let you get shot at and find a place to hide – got it?”
And with that, the delinquent slammed his left hand with force at the top of the table to send it up and immediately pulled up the shadow matter and attempted to fill both rifle barrels with it and then harden the substance to the equivalent of concrete. The motion was subtle, and if their eyes were only focused on the delinquent it was very possible they wouldn’t notice the act until the rifle blew up in their face. The shadow wasn’t actually solid until it was within the rifle, and while the weight of the rifle would noticeably increase it wasn’t likely the soldiers would put two and two together until they fired it and hopefully made themselves not a threat anymore to anyone in the area.
”Top of the morning, lads!” he exclaimed, his voice at maximum volume hoping to draw as much attention as possible as he scanned the area for any other soldiers that looked even remotely hostile. He would use the same trick for any of them, ripping their shadow and plugging up the barrel of their rifle with the matter he had ripped from it. ”It appears what we have here, fellas, is a distinct lack of communication. I think we got off on the wrong foot, my name is Alex – and the traitors who are shooting at civilians in the middle of a public area are…?” he continued, the contempt clear in his voice that projected as loud as he could manage it. He flipped the visor of his motorcycle helmet down as he had finished his visual sweep around him and mitigated all the threats that he could manage. His stance was aggressive as hell, with one foot planted forward and hands at his sides with his fingers flexed in preparation to fend off melee attacks. The tinted visor hid the delinquent’s red eyes, as well as the line of determination that was present where his mouth used to be. If he fucked up here, Yojin and the girl were dead. He had to hold the line, even if that fighting multiple opponents at once.
When he did his sweep, though, he did see two things that he didn’t expect to see. The first was the appearance of that one animorph looking General Studies kid, Chimera. The kid was to adverse to mean words he fucking flipped his shit and tried to call the courtesy police on him for ‘being mean’ to Rin. And here he was, a couple of inches away from being shot at by a fucking assault rifle. The guy was out of Alex’s immediate ability to help, but he made a mental note if he survived for long enough to give chase to see if he could save the pacifistic little runt. The dude was probably panicked out of his mind right now and fully ready to shit himself if he hadn’t already done so, and honestly who could blame him? At the end of the day, he was a General Studies student who didn’t even sign up to fight villains and wanted people to get along. He was probably the least violent of all of the students at U.A. High that Alex had met, and here he was running for his life because he looked different and was more obvious than someone like the delinquent who was just an emitter who externally controlled an element. Poor bastard, if he survived he’d probably be too traumatized to even leave his room for weeks after this.
And that was a huge if.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Oct 3, 2018 19:28:50 GMT -4
When things couldn't escalate more things got more hectic with all the shouting and raw panic from both civilans and armed soldiers. She was lucky enough to realize that these soldiers weren't actually gonna murder her, despite them attempting to detain her. Risaka was one to not touch and certainly not grip at, she was somewhat timid to such and would easily get violent with the assaulting individual. She gritted her teeth and simply wanted knock their teeth in for trying shit like that on her, their words did not hit through her confused barrier, too many questions was occupying her rational mind. Before she was ready to do another powerful hit the sound of gunshots pierced through the air, which silented the gray girl for a moment in which the soldier took the oppertunity to pin her down quickly. When caught off guard Risaka found herself covered by the soldier, her frown turned into more of a confused glare, she stared up to the other two who was standing defensively. She didn't wanna trust them, but if they spoke the truth she couldn't let this chance go away. She got less tense and did not try to get on the bad side. A couple of more bullets were fired and she had no idea from where and at who. She squirmed irritated by the fact she got into this situation, this would definitely be the last time she visits a military event. ''Okay okay! I got your message, just pelase get off me! I don't wanna stick around..''
When she was finally able to get up on her own feet, she certainly felt ready to dash for it, but with the current circumstances and her knowledge of the place being practically zero she was in a crouching position to hide among crates near them, watching the others on the look out made her somewhat relieved to know there was at least some friendly soldiers in this world. With her being very wary of her surroundings she eventually tried to scan the area around their position, trying to see if she could catch glimps of Alex again, because frankly, she needed someone she knew, and yes, even someone like Alex. She hated that fact, but it was him or nothing. Sadly for her she did not get a good position to view the field around them, the many crowds was seemingly gone, plenty taken away or ran away,
''Come on now... where are you. you damn idiot...'' Whispering to herself she deeply wished to get someone she could put full trust on, it was then she heard a small cry of from a small distance, turning her head to the she took a stare at the sprinting large whited furred individual, and seeing him to just do a sharp clawed turn made her get into a slightly defensive gesture, she did not expect such mutant of all things. ''W-what the!'' When he dove down into cover she frowned down at him and huffed out slightly frustrated from his attitude, gosh was he dramatic. ''Tsh, as if any of that matters right now, no wonder the atmosphere in this place got a confused feel to it, soldiers killing their fellow partners.'' This raised a possible scenario in her head, a hypothesis that the force was having an inner conflict, a conflict that blew up like a landmine in the middle of this event. Now she really wish the tank is not on the hostile side, she caught a few glimpses of it earlier and it looked mighty big, a real monstrosity of war.
With a daring thought Risaka wanted to hop ontop of the running tank, if anything was gonna bust out of this place it'd be that large metal beast. With Chimera being a complete mess of fright and dread she took the opportunity to check up on his attire, and by the looks of it he was most definitely a student from her school. it actually got her to think what dangers it would be if she was seen wearing her school outfit, clearly she would be seen instantly as a quirk user with her grayscale, but she had her ways to hide it. Looking back at the crates that was near them she tried to see if any of them contained any heavily dark uniforms for her to wear, so that she could become less noticable. Because god damn was her quirk's appearance annoying at times like these. ''Hey, you guys know what this place has, any idea of where dark military uniforms is located? Just a cloak is fine, I need a disguise.'' Asked the gray girl to one of the three soldiers at their side, hopefully she got it very soon, or else she will be turned into swiss cheese if she comes across hostile mindless soldiers with lust for triggering guns.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Oct 5, 2018 18:57:16 GMT -4
A flash of anger bubbled up as the dude in armor--Alex--started to bark orders. The hell was this? They needed a plan, not a half-cocked attempt at being the lone hero. Yojin shot him a glare, about to snap something harsh, but it was too late. The lunatic was already standing up. Standing up, and fucking taunting the soldiers. Yojin’s chest went cold again. This was all wrong. It felt like he couldn’t breathe. Everything was still too loud--he could barely hear his own thoughts above the explosings and screaming. Even the anger felt weird--like his emotions were wrapped in cloth or something, muffled away. He needed to move. He needed to do something. He just kept thinking himself into circles. A half-cocked plan was better than nothing at all. And if he stayed like this, Alex was probably going to die. Yojin took a deep breath, forcing himself to shut out everything except the job he’d been given. To shove the gunshots and chaos and his own brain into a corner, and figure out to help the screaming little girl. He pulled down his mask, sucking in another breath of the cold night air, and forcing himself to smile. He wasn’t naturally expressive when he wasn’t faking it, but he needed to connect to her. He needed to do better. “Hey. Sorry about the mask. Your father’s usually right.” He murmured. Something about her was making him think of something. Like an itch. He was trying to stop thinking, and act, though, so he shoved it aside for a second. “I want to help you find him, though. I promise. And…” He swallowed, his mouth dry. This next bit was a gamble. But maybe she was like him. She’d calm down better if she felt like she had something to do. “I need your help too. You probably know this camp better than I do. If I carry you, can you lead us to a safe place? If you see your father on the way, we’ll go to him, but my friends need to find a tent, or somewhere away from the bad people?” That was going to have to work. Even if it did, the girl wasn’t going to like the thing he was going to do. If he tried to lift her with her leg broken like that, it was going to flop around, and hurt worse than he wanted to think about.
“Now, I’m going to do something to help your leg stop hurting so we can find your father.” Yojin said, mostly talking to try to keep her from freaking out. It was like dealing with a stray animal--no sudden movements, talk everything through. He reached into his bag, pulling out a tire iron, and a roll of duct tape and gauze. He had maybe...seconds, so this was going to be quick, and sloppy. He wrapped the leg in gauze first, then tried to straighten it, and put the tire iron along-side it. Then he taped it as firmly as he could, a makeshift splint. Yojin really wished he’d spent more time at the field hospital. This was real medieval medicine. But the other option was letting it flop. He raised his head, glancing around himself, looking for the nearest tenth. Unless he got instructions from the girl, that was their best options. Out of the open, where he could prepare and plan. He could hear helicopters somewhere above. Helicopters. What the fuck? Yojin did a double-take, suddenly recognizing a familiar profile. Tall, lanky as hell, with giant horns. There was no one else that could be. Chimera was alive. Holy shit. He felt his chest clench. He hadn’t left his roommate to die. “Chimera! Over here! We’ve got to move!” He yelled. “Grab the table and cover us!” All he could do is hope they’d listen. The longer Alex had to stall, the more dangerous it was going to get. Yojin leaned down, slinging his bag back over his shoulder, putting the makeshift radio against his ear, and reaching down to try to pick the child up as gently. It was do or die time. Even if she didn’t want to come, he was dragging her with him. “You ready? Help me find somewhere safe.” He breathed to the girl. If she didn't have a better idea, he was heading to the nearest empty-looking tent. WC: 723
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 7, 2018 13:29:06 GMT -4
When Alex punched up the table and walked to the soldiers, he immediately found a bunch of rifles pointed at him and orders yelled in his ears to get down. His appearance however, with the cluttering plates and the dark helmet was not helping him gain their trus, and the younger of the two depressed the trigger out of panic.
A loud bang could be heard. Alexander was alright. The soldier who shot was alright. His gun, however, had its barrel blown; the shadow plugged had worked. The second soldier tried the same thing, with the same effect of blowing up his gun. There was a couple seconds of confusion before the soldiers began to reach for their sidearms where they left themselves wide open.
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“Holy shit, that motorcycle helmet guy is crazy!” said Hisao. From the foxhole they were holed up in with Risaka, he witnessed the whole thing happen. He caught himself thinking this looked like a cheap superhero costume, and it got him thinking that this motorcycle helmet guy could very well be a student from that hero school.
Instincts took hold of him. He pulled out a smoke grenade from his pouch, wrenched the pin away with his teeth and threw it there. It landed at Alex’s feet and smoke started to come out.
“Over here, boy, and hurry up! You’re exposed, someone is gonna snipe your ass!” Hisao shouted, trying to get him to cover with them. The smoke was spreading rapidly, covering the area and preventing any kind of precise shooting. It was the whole point of smoke grenades, after all: to provide visual cover.
As he shouted that, one of the helicopters flew overhead. Risaka asked for a disguise before; he had time to answer that now “I don’t think you can sneak away, girl! They got two machine gunners on each flank and the camp is surrounded by empty fields, they’ll spot you and turn you into Swiss cheese! Y’all in hero school, right? Then we’re colleagues right now! I swore to protect people, not shoot civilians, quirks be fucking damned.”
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Under the table, the girl screamed like crazy when Alex kicked over the table and rushed out. Through the panic, though, she managed to pick up that the scary man in the helmet was going out to face bullets so they could “get her to safety.”
When the scary man with the mask removed it and forced a smile, calling himself Yojin, she managed to calm down enough to stop screaming. It helped that she mentioned her father, but tears were still rushing down her face uncontrollably.
She watched as he patched up her leg with duct tape and a tire iron. It hurt while he was making the splint, but once it was done, it didn’t hurt so much. It was far from a permanent solution, but it was better than nothing.
The boy seemed to notice someone he knew, so she looked in the same direction. It was a person who looked like a goat with fluffy white fur and horns. That’s when the both of them heard the two bangs from the rifle barrels exploding, and a smoke grenade was thrown from a covered position by a soldier who shouted at Alex to come in. Chimera seemed to notice as well, and changed course towards here. Right now, it seemed to be the safest place, with decent cover and most importantly, soldiers that weren’t trying to kill them.
“Here!” shouted Sachiko when Yojin picked him up, pointing at the position.
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Before Yojin could get there however, Chimera dove down behind them with panic in his voice. Ichiro, the nineteen years old private, turned around and was surprised to see a goat in human form, wearing human clothes, crash down next to him. There was no hint of a threat coming from him, but his appearance was still a little unsettling.
More unsettling, though, was what he had to say. Another private, shot in the head, by another one? “Fuck,” said Ichiro, “seriously, what in the god damned fucking hell is happening here?!”
As if on cue to answer his question, the tank turned around a tent some hundred-ish meters away. The tank commander still had his head out of the hatch, and from the distance he spotted a blonde-haired boy carrying someone small.
Almost immediately -- just an affair of kicking the driver’s right shoulder to tell him where he should head next -- the tank turned around, kicking dirt and gravel on the loose surface, and immediately started charging towards the position where the students assembled, the tank commander still halfway out the hatch, shouting inaudible things.
“Holy shit, is that fucker gonna drive over us?!” shouted Ichiro. “He can’t drive through the rocks, idiot! Stay calm!” shouted back Hisao.
The way things were right now, if Yojin headed for the soldier’s position were Risaka and Chimera were, he would get there well before the tank. The rocks the soldiers had taken cover behind would stop him from driving them over; however, the 120mm canon and a belt-fed machine on the turret carried just as much menace, if not more. It was perfectly lined up to shoot the position, even while driving, but for some reason, it didn’t.
The only one who would have any idea why would be Yojin, as when Sachiko spotted the tank, she shouted “Daddy!”
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While all this was happening, one adventurous soldier headed out with just his knife; he’d been caught with his pants down -- literally, as he was in the latrines when everything went to shit -- metaphorically this time -- and was away from his rifle and his CIRAS bulletproof vest.
He couldn’t group up with any of his mates, but high on excitement and bloodlust, when he saw the group focused on the approaching tank, he headed towards them, sure that he would have a shot at at least one of the quirkers.
He lunged towards the greyscale girl, knife first, intending to drive it between her shoulder blades. Finally, he had his chance to show the world that he was better than any quirker; or perhaps he wanted to alleviate a feeling of inadequacy in a rapidly changing world. Whatever it was, dangerous steel was headed towards the student.
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Post by Chimera on Oct 7, 2018 16:41:42 GMT -4
481 WC F level strength WHAM | Chimera was shaking badly, his hands still over his eyes as he curled as tight as he could into himself. The soldiers had no idea what was going on and the grayscale girl was right; everything was chaotic because nobody had any clue why any of this was happening. Right now all he needed to know was that people were shooting at them. Shooting other students. His friends. They could already be dead. He should have never have let himself be talked into coming in the first place, dammit. But if he hadn't and stayed at U.A then...this would still be happening, only he would be completely unaware of his friend's lives being in danger. There wasn't a difference between seeing their bloodied bodies on a television screen versus right here and right now in front of him.
...no, okay, there was a difference. A big one.
He didn't have time to dwell on that, though, because the soldiers were shouting for people to join them--other students, by the sounds of things. Chimera lowered his hands and raised his head just enough to see smoke coming out from somewhere nearby. A smoke bomb? Ah--there was a student standing out in the open, using their Quirk to stop the guns from firing. Good. Thank God. They weren't all useless like he was right now. Maybe they could actually fight back. Another voice shouted out from near the upturned table behind the other student--
Holy shit. He knew that voice.
"YOJIN!" Chimera shouted before his brain really processed what his roommate had said, spine straightening and suddenly snapped back to reality, though tears were still streaming down her furry cheeks. He spotted Yojin holding a little girl with a patch-job cast on her leg and the blood came back to his limbs. He wasn't dead. Oh fucking hell. One of his friends was here and not dead. Not right now, anyway. And the other students were fighting back.
Unfortunately he didn't have time to grab the table and use it to cover Yojin--though thankfully that smoke bomb would provide enough visual cover between them and that squad of soldiers that had tried to fire before. Before he could move his eyes caught a flash of steel and a manic soldier running right at them from their other side, completely without warning. And he had a knife. With a sudden growl Chimera pushed off from the ground and slammed himself into the oncoming attacker's side, throwing the stab he'd been attempting on the other student completely wide, and hopefully leaving him open for a counter-attack. Should the knife drop from his hand, Chimera would slide it away with his foot, out of reach for the enemy soldier to grab again.
He wasn't about to use it himself, though.
Chimera and a bladed weapon were a bad mix.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2018 19:21:18 GMT -4
He couldn’t spare the lapse in concentration it would take to see if Yojin actually followed his directions. He either did and was off to the races, or he didn’t and any visual check would just get one of them shot at. The delinquent smugly grinned in satisfaction underneath the tinted visor of the helmet as the rifle barrels exploded from the intervention of his quirk. When they reached for their sidearms, a completely predictable response to their rifles being rendered useless, the shadows behind them were ready. Both of them had two tendrils come out at them as they reached for their pistols, one that would slam into the back of their right heel with enough force to smash a cinder block and a second one that only had the force of wood that would snake around and use the distraction and hopefully loosened grip on their sidearms was enough to knock the pistols right out of their grubby hands and send them flying a good distance in front of them. Once the knockdown attempt was complete, the shadow from the ground attack merged with the tendril that attempted to knock out the pistols. From there, the two remaining tendrils would maneuver to attempt to tear through the straps on the sides of the body armor that they were wearing and then yank them loose by pulling up from their chest. If the plan worked, both Kevlar vests would have both sides slashed open during the fall and pulled off soon after they hit the ground. Two would be enough for both Yojin and Chimera, if they were both alive and present by the time he got over there.
He already have the movement queued up and was focused on that to the point of not realizing the smoke grenade had landed in front of him until it was already firing off and fucking up his own ability to see. If his theft worked, he would have the tendrils toss whatever suits they had managed to get for Alex to catch and then dissipate his quirk to not get ‘sniped’ as the guy who popped the smoke had so elegantly put it. Fucking hell, he didn’t even consider the fact that he could be shot dead from some window that he couldn’t even see. Those things existed, all right, and it wasn’t like he didn’t stand out with his patchwork armor that happened to look absolutely nothing like a military uniform whatsoever. Oh, actually, come to think about it if a random quirker came in to start some trouble and be a threat they would probably look exactly like, uh… him.
With that reassuring thought, the sound of a helicopter overheard quickly became the only thing bouncing around in his brain as he managed to catch the smallest glimpse of where the guy who tossed the smoke came from – at least enough to get the correct direction. The delinquent looked up to get visual contact with the chopper, but failed due to the smoke and decided to just say fuck it and book it to the direction where smoke soldier came from. Whether he had managed to get a hold of some armor or not, he made zero attempt to try and cover his body with either the extra Kevlar or his arms as he ran. The behavior of his own shadow was something that he could predict accurately in almost any circumstance, and while it wasn’t the best defense he could possibly muster it would have to be enough for any surprise attacks. This was one of the many times in which looking around for shadow to rip wasn’t exactly practical and it was because of moments like these that he had essentially memorized the one shadow that he knew would always be there – his own, throughout a bunch of different movements and scenarios. Pulling the matter from it even when running awkwardly in smoke like this was instinctual at this point.
When he got close enough to get out of the smoke and observe the situation, he quickly recognized a couple of figures. The first one was the unmistakable black and white form of Risaka, which meant that he wasn’t the only combat capable quirker in the area, which was good. He didn’t see Yojin in his initial scan, and had no problems jumping over the barricade as he looked for Chimera. That giant wimp wasn’t dead already, was he? Jesus fuck, goat boy was the only reason why Alex even attempted to nab the armor in the first place! The soldiers didn’t need it, and the delinquent was more than confident in his own armor’s ability to take a bullet. Maybe Risaka could wear it, but she’d be moving around so much that the whole ‘destroyed side straps’ bit would be a lot more of a detriment and fuck with her ability to move. It wasn’t like those things were exactly light or anything to begin with!
Red eyes quickly found the goat boy, who slammed into the side of a soldier that the delinquent had not noticed before due to looking in the wrong direction in his scan when he had initially jumped over the barrier. Reaction time and quick decision making were always two of Alex’s greatest strengths, so as the soldier was rocked by the impact of Chimera the brunette wasted zero time ripping the shadow from beneath them both as well as moving his already ripped shadow from his own feet over to snake around the attacking soldier’s left leg and then pulled inwards with enough force to crunch a cinderblock on the guy’s shin bone. If the attack was successful, the guy’s shin would be shattered and he would be in too much pain to really put up a threat. He didn’t see the glint of steel at all at any point, simply willing to trust that there was no way in hell that perhaps the most pacifistic student in their entire school would ever assault a soldier without a very good reason. The guy's trajectory also probably had him lunging towards Risaka, but that was a distinction made after the offensive reaction and not before. It was entirely likely that Chimera had even tackled the guy to try and save him from something instead. Oh well, shit happens.
Maybe that was too much trust to put into a student he had never even met in person before, but it was better to act on information he had rather than waste time on finding out the ‘truth’ when that ‘truth’ didn’t help keep him alive in the moment. If his earlier attempt to nab at least one of the Kevlar vests was successful, as he attempted to shatter the enemy’s shin he would then yell out: ”Armor here! Chimera, that means you!”
Maybe it was bad strategy to give the boost to someone he had zero confidence in being an asset, but the fact of the matter was that Alex didn’t care. He and Risaka’s duty in this situation was to protect the people who weren’t soldiers or other hero students, and there was no way that he would be able to reactively block a bullet with his quirk. This armor would give the mutant boy a chance at surviving a round or two impacting him, and that was a hell of a lot better than what he had before.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Oct 9, 2018 7:31:36 GMT -4
How things really turned out so difficult angered Risaka to the core, she didn't wanna admit it but escaping right now is almost non-existant. Sure enough she trusted her own guts and ability to judge a situation for her own survival, but those heavy gunners are no joke, even if she managed to cover herself completely in endurance boost she'd get eventually torn down by the rapid bullets. Being behind the large rocks and bunch of crates did suffice them greatly, being out of sight from the maniacs was the only thing she needed right now. Although she wished for some equipment or tools to make things easier. There wasn't a whole lot of stuff around unfortunately, only 'tools' in sight was the three soldiers and their armed up outfits. It was then they mentioned someone being a total crazed idiot. Oh how she easily guessed who it was, she grunted annoyed to herself and peeked with the other soliders at the scene where Alex stood facing the hostile men. Yet again seeing the cheap looking hero outfit made the grayscaled gal just glare in disbelief, what was he trying to do? The gunbarrels exploded and frankly caught Risaka off guard, was it Alex's doing? No matter the case, one of the soldiers responded quickly by tossing the smoke grenade at Alex's position, the poor fool really needed the safe space to get out of there.
''For the love of god Alex, don't be suicidal at times like this!'' Thinking ciritically of him she had her full focus towards the scene, he began to dart to the covers, but at that time she felt a hostile force emerging from her backside. She widened her eyes and was just about to hit whoever was getting at her, but by the time she got the corner of her eye around she witnessed the white furred mutant tackle the pantless soldier, quite the harsh tackle infact. She otherwise would feel gratefull towards Chimera, but she turned mad when thinking about getting shanked by a low life soldier, pantless even! She gritted her teeth and had full intention to crush the sucker's head inwards, but yet again a fellow quirk user got into the small scene and tripped the soldier into an even harsh landing. She wanted to take her own piece of the cake, but the scum was being handled by two quirk users, she had very little reason to be a part of a gang that takes on one. Crossing her arms she stared at Alex silently with a not so very amused expression, but of course Alex would interpret her differently, like he always does. He even wore such an improvised low budget outfit that the overall aura and attempt of making a 'cool' costume made it easy for her to know it was indeed him, his shadow pulling of course applied. Ignoring whatever he was going to say to her, or if he did at all, she darted her focus back to the soldiers in hopes for them to have cracked a plan.
''I hope you soldiers had lessons in forming a tactic in situations like this during your army service. If not the tank that is going around wildly might be our only hope... we can-'' Her suggestion got cut off early by a barging noise not too far away from them. Speaking of the devil, it was the tank she just mentioned! Here she thought they are safe among the many large rocks, but that tank looked awfully eager to just straight up ram to their position. It's large bulky unstopable motion was something a man truly should fear, no one would ever want to witness the modern mechnical bull right before their eyes. ''W-wait whoa! Is that tank about to ram at us?!'' In a moment of panic Risaka was fully ready to just dash for it, the soldiers freaked out aswell but one of them reassured that no idiot would attempt to barge against large boulders. But then again, this place was filled with crazed soldiers, she had very little trust in them so it all felt like a gamble. Even the large barrel was in line to shoot right at them, why would Risaka ever think about staying there? The risk was too high and certainly not worth it. It was then she heard a small young innocent voice among the chaos, a little girl's call for her dad. She didn't know where it came from, it must've been the crying girl from earlier. 'Shit shit shit' went inside of her head, if the girl was nearby then the tank had high probability to murder along with the rest. Now it was too late to many any big move, the tank was too close and ready to do whatever it desired, all Risaka could was just stand there and try her best not to caught in line of fire, however the more time went she less she felt threatened, the tank could've easily shot for several seconds, what's holding it back?
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Post by Hino Yojin on Oct 10, 2018 22:51:16 GMT -4
Yojin could be forgiven for being a little bit slow to process what the girl in his arms was saying. He’d been sprinting flat out, every bit of focus left in his brain bent on keeping his feet pointing in the right direction, weaving around ruined stalls and scattered debris, flinching every time he heard gunfire. He had a vague impression that Chimera had followed him, and Alex as well, but he couldn’t stop to check. His lungs were burning in his chest, and his bag and the child felt heavier by the moment. He might have to ditch one of the two soon.
How was he going to pay his tuition without his tools? They’d been a gift from his father, and he knew how expensive they were--
Yojin’s moment of self-pity was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of a tank in his line of vision. He skid to a stop, lowering himself clumsily to the ground, trying to avoid hurting the girl in his arms with the motion.
Holy shit. The thing was massive. He’d seen it on display--hell, he’d spent hours taking sketches and notes, he probably could have build a scale model of the thing out of his notebooks, but it somehow seemed bigger than he remembered. Less a machine, more a monster--a hulking predator, looming over the stalls around them. If it saw them…
If it was staffed by anti-quirkers…
One shell.
One volly from the belt-fed machine gun.
Gone.
Maybe he could sneak past. Or maybe, if he sprinted, he’d be able to get behind the rocks before it noticed him or tagged him as a threat.
He sucked in a breath. He just had to be careful.
“Daddy!?”
It was like hearing the pin of a grenade come up.
His life flashed in front of his eyes.
There was no way--
He was going to die because of the girl he’d put so much fucking effort into saving--
The tank hadn’t fired. It was just...driving towards them. Holy shit. Was it actually her father?
Yojin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He just wanted ten fucking seconds to think. Ten fucking seconds without the entire world, breathing down his neck, threatening to kill him. He…
What the fuck did he do with this twist of fate?
Again, he was struck by the urge to run. Drop everything, drop the girl, and hope the commander would be too busy saving his daughter to vaporize him before he was clear. But that wasn’t going to fly. Chimera wasn’t out, or Alex, or a hundred quirkers whose names he didn’t know. And right now--right now, he essentially had an extremely valuable hostage in his arms.
Which was a really fucked-up way to think about the person he was rescuing.
Yojin closed his eyes, brushing his hand over the little girl’s hair.
“Hey. We’re going to go talk to your father. Tell him what happened.” He whispered. His eyes still firmly closed, he turned, and started to walk in what felt like the worst possibly direction.
Toward the tank.
He’d dropped cover. He was basically in the open, him, and the little girl cradled in his arms. He wasn’t carrying a weapon--just a high-school teen in a stolen jacket a size too large, a canvas bag at his side. The easiest target in the world.
After a couple steps, he stopped, flicking on his homemade radio, and cycling through channels. He couldn’t directly talk to the man in the tank without anyone else overhearing, but by lowering his broadcast power, he could limit the range, so only people nearby could hear what he was about to say.
“Hey. My name is Hino Yojin. If you’re driving the tank, your daughter and I could use your help. There are a lot of injured people out here. I’d like to get them out alive.” He said. His voice sounded more confident than he felt. “Why don’t you drive over here, make sure she’s safe? Then we can talk about helping my friends, man to tank.”
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