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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2018 18:55:02 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 9:45pm
The Black Sand cafe and inn was not particularly busy during the later hours of the night. At least not the cafe part. Once the clock teetered closer to the '10' on the ornamental wooden clock hanging on the wall, the customers coming in weren't the sort looking for sweets and sandwiches and tea, but rather the use of the "inn" proper. Exhausted businessmen, curious tourists, and a few regulars who didn't have a place to sleep at the moment were the sort of customers coming in around this hour, though a few night-owls were still coming in for food and drink. Not many.
Nemuri was usually the only staff to stay this late. Riku was at home because he wasn't legally allowed to work so late, Sohma was off for the night since the baking was done for the day--and he'd need to be awake early to do it again--and Misuzu was probably badgering Sohma into actually going to sleep back at their apartment. So Nemuri was by herself behind the counter, going between filing orders and filling little glass jars with her Quirk's sleeping sand.
Her white, blue-tipped hair held up and out of her face with a pair of metal chopsticks and the cafe apron worn over a simple black sweater and jeans, Nemuri rubbed at her eyes and stifled a yawn. At least the insomnia helped her to work this late without complaining, but it didn't make her any less tired. Bleh. Her fifth thermos of coffee of the day, strategically hidden under the counter, made it easier. Not by much, but hey, this was daily life.
After a few moments of relative quiet from the front door the bell went off again and she looked up from the cup she'd been pouring tea into for a fellow with walrus tusks and weirdly flipper-like hands and feet. She gave him a small smile and nod, tapping off his cup, and moved from the dual coffee bar and glass display case for sweets to the hostess stand.
"Ah, good evening," she smiled as energetically as she could. It fell flat, but hey, effort! "Welcome to the Black Sand Cafe and Inn. How may I help you?"MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 10, 2018 12:35:35 GMT -4
Nick did not go out as ‘Nick’ very much anymore. It was simply too dangerous. Too dangerous to be myself, he thought bitterly as he stood in the café doorway clad in a ginger wig, fake glasses and plain clothes chosen deliberately for how they did not stand out. It was not the ‘Sam Turner’ disguise he had worn at the military camp, albeit similar. Keeping his disguises varied would improve his chances of being undetected, he figured.
He turned his weary gaze towards the woman he assumed was the owner as she addressed him.
“Yes,” he replied. “Just a glass of water, please.”
He hoped the bags under his eyes were not too noticeable. Sleep once again evaded him. When he had closed his eyes for an early night his mind had been assaulted by images that had left him sweating and shaking.
He’s lying on a sofa with his arm around her. She rests her head on his chest with her eyes closed and a faint smile on her lips. Everything’s quiet and peaceful and it just feels so right.
It was not a dream he had had often, but every time he did he found himself unable to think of little else upon waking. Nausea swirled within him and made him stagger as he approached a table.
Outside the window there are only fields that seem to go on forever, but that’s okay. They’re away from his mother and her father and everyone else that would want to hurt them. A trio of children that are the perfect blend of both of them run in and out of the room.
He practically collapsed into the seat. He had chosen to sit at a table away from what few other customers there were at such a time, in a corner. He rested his chin on one hand as he used the other to hold the menu, but his mind barely took in anything his eyes roamed over.
He had chosen to come out to this café because of its reputation on the streets for only hiring Quirked people and the owner’s open use of her Quirk. He felt more comfortable at such a place. More accepted. He needed somewhere like this to sit and think.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 22:56:25 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 9:48pm
Oof, the customer who walked in had the brightest head of hair she had seen since Misuzu, and bags under his eyes like her own. From his appearance alone she guessed he could be anywhere from a first year in high school to a college student. Younger than her. Was it midterms time already? Not quite, unless he was the sort to cram every night to the point of death.
Relatable.
His simple order just added to the air of desperation, but she kept her smile over her concerns and nodded.
"Coming right up. Feel free to sit where you'd like."
As he walked over to a table closer to the window than the diminishing crowd of customers, Nemuri went behind the bar and took a clean glass from one of the shelves behind the bar-slash-sweets-display and decanted a fresh bottle of water into it. It was odd to get a new face this late at night, unless they were here for the sleep service. Then again, most people probably weren't sure what the service was. When explained with her Quirk it made sense, but in an ad...well...
..."sleep services" didn't sound great on paper.
Didn't make that mistake twice.
She took the glass and a little wooden coaster--shaped like a black cat--over to his table and set both in front of him, careful as to not make too loud a noise as the glass touched the wood. Little courtesies.
"Anything look good to you, dear?" Nemuri stood up straight, thumbs in the pocket of her apron, and tried to sound professional and friendly at the same time. "If none of the sweets catch your interest, I can whip up something milder. Tea sandwiches, perhaps? And by chance, are you looking to rent a room for the night?"
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 15, 2018 21:12:35 GMT -4
Nick had barely even been pretending to look at the menu for five minutes and the owner was asking him what he wanted. True, it was because she had brought him the drink he had asked for, but he had thought she would give him a few minutes with the menu at least. He wanted her company about as much as he wanted to be dragged naked through the street. He opened his mouth to retort as much, but then closed it.
Stop it. You don’t need to draw attention to yourself and your problems, and an attitude will do that.
Instead, he gave the menu a quick proper glance to find something, anything that jumped out at him in the next second or so, then nodded to her with the best smile he could fake. “A teacake would be quite nice, I think.”
At her question of whether he would be staying at the place, he shook his head.
“No, thank you. I live in the city.” He was careful to keep it vague and not specify how far from the café he was currently staying. He could never be too sure who was listening.
“I just needed a walk out to clear my head, you know?” he continued, all too aware of how suspicious he must have looked being out at such a time. “Sleep hasn’t been easy these last few days.” At least that much was true, though it went way beyond the last few days.
He wondered then if he should have said yes, he was in fact looking for a place to stay, for that might have been the least suspicious thing to say. Then again he did not want to worry Nari or her mother; for all he knew they might come looking for him if he did not return one night, and that would cause issues he really did not want to deal with at all. (That, and of course the much greater issue of paying for the room).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2018 21:33:36 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 9:50pm
Nemuri nodded, not needing to take out a pen and pad of paper to remember the order. It was simple enough and there weren't enough customers at this hour to mix anything up. He declined the offer of staying in one of the inn's rooms, and again Nemuri just nodded in understanding...and then he mentioned how he'd been having trouble sleeping. Her professionalism cracked.
Snicker.
She held her hand up over her mouth, a real smile peeking out from behind her lips. Whoopsie.
"Ah-sorry sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Just. Well, if you're having trouble sleeping, you came to the right place. I--oh, right, should actually..."
Lowering her hand she placed it at her waist and offered a polite, but somewhat unnecessary at this point, bow. "My name is Osagawara Nemuri, the owner of this cafe. I suppose people in-the-know call me 'Kurosuna'." She flashed a toothy grin at the weary customer. "I help people suffering from insomnia, bad dreams, and simply as a sleep aid with my Quirk. For first-time users the room and Quirk is free, since sometimes it doesn't mesh with other folk's Quirks."
"All completely up to you, of course. No pressure. And, hey, if the room thing is what weirds you out, I also sell the sand...uh, the physical component of my Quirk that puts people to sleep. Four ounce jar. Just a pinch will do, and works even without the...'me'. That sounded weird. Sorry. It's late. I'm on my fifth thermos of coffee here, I'm bad at eloquence." Nemuri shrugged, like the dark circles under her eyes weren't enough of a clue of her own ability to sleep. Still, though, her smile persisted.
She liked having a shot at helping somebody who was having a shit day. Or a shit couple of days. Both.
"So...if you're exhausted, I can help! If you want."MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 22, 2018 19:36:13 GMT -4
She snickered. At Nick? He was the most awake he had ever been just like that. His gaze hardened, eyes as cold as the Arctic wastes. His body reached a new level of tense. His hands curled into fists.
No one laughs at me, you whore!
Before he could act, however, she claimed her snicker had not been aimed at him and quickly went on to explain the other side of her business. His hands uncurled again, but not all of the tension left his body.
It was an intelligent use of her Quirk, he would give her that. And yes, it was quite the marvellous coincidence. Even so, he instinctively wanted to dismiss her offer, aware of how very silly an idea it was to accept a stranger’s offer to essentially drug him.
Then he thought of Rin’s face again, and no matter what, he could not bring himself to turn the offer down.
“You say it stops bad dreams?” he asked. He shuffled uneasily, reluctant to reveal any weakness in himself, even to a complete stranger he would likely never see again. “I’ve been having those a lot as of late.”
And by ‘a lot’ he meant ‘almost constantly’. ‘Almost’ because he still did not know whether to categorise his most recent dream as a true nightmare or not. His other dreams had all been straight up terrifying, full of darkness and voices endlessly screaming about how much of a failure he was and how alone he would always be. The most recent one had made him feel good about himself - at least until he had woken up, at which point reality had come crashing in.
It did make him all kinds of uncomfortable looking back at it, though, so there was that.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 13:20:30 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 9:52pm
Nick's internal rage went missed by Nemuri, either because it disappeared very quickly or because she was still on coffee number five and not as attentive as she could have been. She did see the hesitation he displayed. Before she could remind him--or reassure him--that it was his choice and that she knew it sounded sketchy as hell, he spoke again, admitting that he'd been having a lot of bad dreams keeping him up at night. Nemuri nodded thoughtfully, eyes soft.
"Yeah. Though you don't have good dreams, either. It's just kind of you close your eyes, time goes by, and you wake up fresh as a daisy. There are alarms in the rooms in case you need to get up at a certain time, or you can let the Quirk run it's course...which I think I timed it to eight hours? So average rest time for adults. Or something like that."
After taking a moment to look around the shop and see if anybody was in need of anything, Nemuri pulled out the chair opposite Nick just a little. "Mind if I sit, if we're gonna keep talking? Standing over you like this is a little awkward. Don't wanna crane your neck or...come off as rude or something."
"I also didn't get your name. If you don't mind? Most of the people who stop by this late are regulars or friends, so, hey, if you aren't uncomfortable..."MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 23, 2018 16:03:21 GMT -4
Nick listened quietly to her further explanation. It sounded like everything he so desperately needed: pure, undisturbed rest. A part of him still balked at it, however, and a voice in his mind representing this part angrily scolded him;
Are you really going to accept such a ludicrous offer? Don’t be a fool. She could cut out your organs to sell on the black market. Steal your DNA for whatever purpose. Take off your wig and find out who you truly are…
A kidnapper, a criminal, a monster. He could only imagine how much her attitude towards him would change if she had even an inkling of his actions. He really did not fancy waking up in a prison cell…
And yet he could not say no. The word was at the front of his mouth but just would not leave it. The thought of at least one night without being plagued by nightmares and bizarre visions was simply too tempting to resist. He had forgotten what a good rest was. Besides, if she did anything shady with the aid of her sleep sand then surely word would have gotten out, would it not?
He narrowed his eyes a bit when she took a seat opposite him, but said nothing of it. It was her establishment, after all, meaning she could sit where she pleased, and they were having a conversation so her continuing to stand would have looked odd.
Then she asked him his name. Oh damn it, quick think of something...
“My apologies,” he said with the fakest sincerity he could muster. “My name is Boris.” It was the first name that popped into his head. “Boris Johnson.” Again, the first surname he thought of. “I’m a college student originally from England - though I imagine you might already have guessed that from my accent.” Somehow he was able to fake a laugh, though it was followed by a genuine heavy sigh.
“Yeah,” he said after a moment of quiet contemplation. “Yeah, I’ll take up your offer.”
Nari surely won’t mind if I’m gone for just one night - hell, who am I kidding? She won’t even notice. She’s probably too busy killing people.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2018 0:29:22 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 9:55pm
"Boris, huh? Wow. That's an odd name. I mean." Nemuri winced at her own blunt comment on Boris' name. Smooth as sandpaper, baby. "We've had a lot more foreigners since the hero school opened up. Have you been in Japan long? What are you studying?"
She didn't see any reason to think he was lying about himself. He looked the right age to be in college, and he definitely looked just foreign enough to be from elsewhere in the world. Lots of students did a semester abroad these days and with all the hype happening in Japan with the hero school, who wouldn't want to check it out? Maybe his dreams were of home.
A thought crossed her mind and she chuckled. "I have to warn you, if you become a regular I'm going to try to speak English at you, and I suck at it. Bad."
Nemuri grinned as Boris gave her a confirmation on her offer. "Sweet. Awesome! I'll go check my books and pick out a room for you, and get your tea cake while I'm at it. Then once you're done we can get you situated." Almost as soon as she'd taken a seat she was back up. She gave him a little wave as she returned to the front of the cafe and it's long bar-slash-sweets-display, stopping at a couple tables on the way to check on the few customers scatters about.
Not a second after she reached the gate to the bar, though, the bell above the door jingled and Nemuri looked up, a perplexed expression on her face. A pair of men were at the door, though she could see a few outside it just...standing around. They all looked to be around her age or maybe a little older, and as one of them waltzed up to the hostess stand, Nemuri's nose scrunched up reflexively. He smelled like booze.
Who the hell are these guys?
"Hey." The man smirked down at Nemuri--an impressive feet, as she was not a short woman--with a tone of voice like the stereotypical tough-guy at a bar. "What's a guy gotta do to get some service in this fancy-ass Quirker joint, huh?"
Nemuri's eyes narrowed.
Oh. Goodie.
She approached the stand and stood tall, her professional smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Good evening. Welcome to the Black Sand Cafe and Inn. How may I help--"
The man cut her off by raising one of his meaty hands only a few inches from her face and Nemuri pulled her head back to further the distance. "Hang on, babe. You the owner? I wanna speak to the owner."
"I am," Nemuri's smile twitched, "How may I be of service? Are you looking for a table, or a room?"
The man just laughed and looked back at the other people at the door. It was hard to tell who else was out there, men or women, tall or short, but there were definitely more than three or four. "Look, I told you guys she'd be here! This is the Quirker who only hires Quirkers. Ain't that some discrimination?"
That felt like a word too smart for him to use, Nemuri tried to make herself feel better but the feeling of unease didn't leave her gut. She really, really wished this was the first time this shit happened.
But as a "Quirker-owned" business, where Quirks were used--legally--for profit, and all the employees and most of the customers also had Quirks...
"I must insist that I hire people based on skill, not on their special abilities, sir. Now would you--"
"Horseshit, sweetheart," he snapped his head back to look at Nemuri, still with that smug fucking smile on his face, "You saying you'd give me a job right now?"
Arguing this is like arguing with a toddler, Nemuri.
"...since you are obviously inebriated, no I--"
He scoffed and threw his arms up. "Fucking discriminatory! I should report this to the cops, tell them some stuck-up Quirker is banning us normal people from working at her shop. They'll close you down right quick and you'll be selling your gross-ass Quirk on the street." The grin on his lips spread wider, flashing a set of pretty white teeth. "And all your little Quirker buddies would be out there, too."
Nemuri's hands clenched at her side.
Pepper spray is behind the bar. Cellphone is next to my thermos. If I tell him to go and he doesn't... MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 24, 2018 20:20:23 GMT -4
A thousand voices continued to clamour in Nick’s mind, demanding to know if he was truly serious about this and if he had well and truly lost his marbles. He honestly had no idea anymore.
I just want to rest. Just for one night…
He tried not to wince himself as she made a mention of his least favourite place in the world, Yuuei.
“Ah, I don’t go there,” he said. Not anymore, at least. He knew he could never return there after what he had done; his former homeroom teacher’s recent attempt to arrest him had only accentuated that. “It’s a normal college for me.”
He was somehow just able to fake a smile after her joke about trying to speak English to him. It would certainly be ironic after he went around speaking broken Japanese in his previous disguise. Though it would probably annoy him...
Whatever he was going to say, however, was lost as the door was suddenly pushed open. The heavy smell of booze hit his nostrils and he resisted the urge to gag. He narrowed his eyes at the reprobates leering in the doorway.
Wonderful. Not just Quirkless fools, but drunken Quirkless fools. My favourite kind.
He sat there and listened to the drunkard spout off his nonsense, his fingers digging deeper into the wood of the table before him the more he heard. It did not matter where he went. What he did. Who he spoke to. Reminders of his true purpose would follow him and find him whether he was in the mood for them or not.
As always, I must teach the weak their place.
Nick exploded from his seat like a beast unleashed from the depths of Hell itself. The familiar inky blackness of his Quirk erupted from the growth on his back and consumed him, forming his armour in a matter of milliseconds. His shoulder collided with the Quirkless scumbag harassing Nemuri; a vicious tackle that would make even the most ill-reputed of footballers flinch.
Considering Nick’s armour had reached a state where it was as tough as bronze, to say it went badly for the drunken Quirkless fool would be an understatement. He definitely heard something crack. The Quirkless ingrate was knocked flying back into the wall.
Nick stood over the idiot, his look of sheer disgust hidden beneath his armour’s mask, thankfully for those around him, for they would have found it most unsettling. “Damn Quirkless…” He rounded on the other man that had entered the cafe and allowed his tendrils to burst from the palms of his hands. “You won’t let us have anything to ourselves, will you?”
He lunged at the other man without waiting to see if this man was even going to do anything. He swung his whips in a wild, savage frenzy, not letting up for a second - though he was also not terribly mindful of the damage this might do to the cafe, or the other patrons there for that matter. Nor did he realise he was laughing - but damn, letting off all the pent up rage and bitterness within him felt good.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2018 21:15:35 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 10pm
Before any more words could be exchanged, be them cruel or calm or otherwise, a chair toppled over and a ink-black man-shaped something lunged at the man with speed and strength enough to slam him backwards into the wall. The crack of his teeth breaking upon themselves--or perhaps it was his ribs--was audible even from where Nemuri stood. Her eyes were wider than tea-plates and her mouth opened to shout something, but her voice didn't come. Instead her mind tried to catch up with what just happened.
The new guy. Boris or whatever the fuck his name was. Nobody else in the place has a Quirk like this.
Speaking of. The few people still in the cafe area were just as stunned as Nemuri was, one or two had bolted from their chairs and pressed themselves against the far wall, terrified either of the men who had come in or Nick's...excessive retaliation.
Nemuri's hands shook as she pulled out a key from her apron pocket, opening the door just behind the bar, and turned back to her patrons. "EVERYBODY GO TO THE BACK ROOM!" Nemuri's voice called out over the sound of wood splintering against Nick's whips, "STAY CALM...and...AND I'LL CALL THE COPS, JUST MOVE IT!"
The man who'd been tackled slid to the floor, blood dripping from his lips as his gums were cut up from the shards of teeth that had been embedded in them. He wasn't going anywhere fast. The man at the door, however, had done the smart thing and begun backing the hell up as soon as his buddy had been tackled, but Nick was quicker still. A whip snapped against the back of his leg and drew blood, hitting him hard enough that he toppled to the floor, effectively a stopper keeping the cafe door open. The men outside had moved out of sight of the door-frame.
Nemuri didn't move from the door until the cafe-goers were safe inside, and she closed and locked the door behind them--it could be unlocked from the inside. She then turned to take in the scene with a clearer head. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Alright, she could have let him off for slamming the first bastard into the wall and breaking something, and yeah, going after the others wasn't...a good thing to do, but...
"BORIS CHILL THE FUCK OUT, THEY'RE NOT GONNA--"
CRASH
Nemuri flinched backwards as something large, square, and probably concrete crashed right through the window at the front of her shop. Oh God. Oh God oh god fuckfuckfuckfuck. If these quirkless pricks hadn't already been here for violence then they were now.
She had to call the cops. A hero. Something.
Or this was going to get even further out of hand.
...but they'd probably arrest this kid, too. He was acting insane, but the words he'd said...resonated with Nemuri to a degree. A big degree.
Maybe it was just her shop being vandalized enough times to become a regular occurrence (though the broken window was new), maybe it was knowing what her friends had experienced themselves. Or maybe it was because her own little sister had to hide her wonderful Quirk or be stared at like a fucking freak.
This was wrong.
"...BORIS YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE I CALL THE COPS. DON'T FUCKING KILL THEM--" she shouted, cupping her hands to her mouth, "--BUT BEAT THEIR ASSES UP!!"
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 25, 2018 13:58:11 GMT -4
Nick retracted his whips so that he could haul the man into the air with one hand. The man’s body was now covered in bleeding red cuts from his thorough lashing. Nick curled his other hand into a fist and launched it straight into his face. Blood and teeth flew in several directions.
He pulled his hand back for another punch when the sound of glass shattering brought him out of his violent frenzy for just a moment. He glanced back to see what was definitely a concrete brick surrounded by the remains of one of the cafe windows on the floor.
Really? They must actually want me to maul them or something - well, I’m more than happy to oblige.
With a ‘tch’ he hurled the man towards the idiot who had started it all, so they could lie there in a miserable pile together.
He then strode out of the cafe as casually as he would if he were walking to buy groceries.
“I can’t tell if it was brave of you or utterly stupid to do that when you know I’m here,” he said conversationally to the idiots outside, the ones who did not have the balls to walk in but would still vandalise the place from a distance. He mock-gestured putting a finger to his head to think, then lowered it again. “No, wait - it was utterly bloody stupid!”
The Quirkless did not wait for him to finish speaking, of course, and came at him a messy drunken rabble. He threw himself at the nearest of the Quirkless morons with speed none of them could hope to match. He drove his knee into the man’s ribcage and definitely heard several things crack. The man dropped like the sack of shit he was.
The others were upon Nick, then. A fist struck the side of his head, but his strengthened armour absorbed the brunt of the impact, and it seemed the offender was more hurt from the way he gripped his hand and pathetically yelped. Nick seized the offender and crushed his nose with a brutal headbutt, again his armour absorbing most of the shock of the collision.
Another drunken idiot wrapped his arms around Nick’s torso and was strong enough to bring Nick down with him as he fell back onto the ground. Nick grunted, mildly shook from the force, but recovered faster than the idiot did. He got to his feet again before the idiot was even halfway sat up, grabbed the front of the idiot’s shirt with both hands and used him to slam down another idiot who was rushing towards him.
Nick stood surrounded by the battered Quirkless, breathing fast from the sheer rush of adrenaline and excitement.
They never even had a chance. What wastes of space.
His mouth twisted into a wide, wicked grin beneath his mask.
“Who’s next?” he roared.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 22:10:00 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 10:10pm
This would be less awful with sound effect balloons.
Nemuri didn't move from the inside of the cafe as Boris the Psycho-Bear went charging head on into the crowd of quirkless vandals outside, not that she needed to follow him to see what was happening. The window being broken gave her a clear view at the violence being inflicted. Thank God it was late at night in a non-residential district. Still.
She really shouldn't be condoning such violence in or in front of her cafe, even if it wasn't going to be noticed right away. Then again, since the majority of her customers had Quirks, maybe they'd flock more knowing that anti-Quirkers would get the snot beat out of them if they tried to come in.
Not the worst marketing strategy.
One last man got knocked to the ground after his buddy was used as a projectile against him, and finally, the fighting stopped. She checked the clock on the wall.
Five minutes to spare.
What an over-achiever.
Nemuri forced her legs to move like she was walking through waist-deep water but she still managed to step out onto the street. She visibly winced. Fuck. They'd had a number done on them, but...all of them were still breathing, even if a few probably were concussed. Or all of them were concussed. Well. The police could scrape them off the pavement, not her.
She raised a hand and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think you g-got 'em all, Rambo. Ease up." Somehow she kept the tremor in her voice under some sort of control, but not perfectly. Violence was violence, assholes or not. It wasn't pleasant to see. "You've got five minutes to clean up and get back in the cafe. And. Maybe explain...this?"
Nemuri withdrew her hand and made a vague gesture to all of his body and the ink-black metal coating on it.
"'Cause I heard you clearly say you weren't a hero."
She drew in a shallow breath. And smiled weakly.
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 26, 2018 15:44:10 GMT -4
Nick could not remember the previous time he felt so exhilarated. Every last millimetre of his body was overcharged with excitement on a level he had never known. If he had been tired before, he was more awake than ever now, ironically enough given his reason for being there.
He threw back his head and let loose a wicked laugh that was as uproarious as it was chilling. It bounced off the walls of the street and echoed across the neighbourhood. He just needed to let it all out, let the world know exactly how he was feeling.
His laughter was cut abruptly short, however, when he sensed movement beside him and a hand gently touched his shoulder. He whirled around with a vicious snarl, but the tension went out of him when he saw it was only Nemuri. He looked away, grunting in a way that was halfway between annoyed and sheepish. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. I could’ve torn your arms off just then.”
She frankly had no idea how lucky she was he had not, at least in his opinion. Adrenaline continued to rage within him. He still wanted to fight, to rip and tear and to crush all the weaklings in his path.
But she has a Quirk, and she makes intelligent use of it, so she’s not an enemy. You would regret attacking her.
He took long, slow breaths to do his best to calm himself, with a little bit of success at least. He could already tell the adrenaline crash was going to be hell, so perhaps it was still a good thing she had offered him her sand service.
“This?” He raised an arm at her question about his armour. “This is my Quirk. I should think that much was obvious.”
How could she not tell it was his Quirk? What a bloody daft tart, honestly.
With a sigh, he allowed his armour to return to its liquid state and recede from his body. It did so obediently - but pulled his red-headed wig off his head in the process. He could almost hear his heart plummet along with the wig as it dropped to the ground.
“Fuck.”
The universe simply would not allow him to have even one moment of triumph.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2018 18:25:55 GMT -4
砕けたガラス、砂のような ❝ 10:11pm
Nemuri probably should have known the guy who had just pummeled a bunch of full-grown and drunken assholes like they were bags of sand wasn't the sort to calm down right away. He warned her that he could have hurt her for approaching him, to which she raised both eyebrows but said nothing immediately. Boris wasn't putting on airs now. And he was a bit of a prick.
Yay.
His next bit of scathing sarcasm quirked her lips in a less than friendly smirk. "Oh, no, I thought that you'd just dumped a bucket of tar on yourself before slamming fairly large man into the wall. Earth to dickhead, I meant the fight. You took out..." she counted quickly, "...six people without breaking a sweat! While laughing like a cartoon bad guy. Does that strike you as normal behavior because it's n--"
His wig fell off, and Nemuri's mouth snapped shut. Wait. Wait wait wait. Fuck, she knew this person, and not from just around Tokyo. His face had been all over the evening news a few weeks back. First for attacking a villain in public, then because he was wanted by the police for...something...?
"...you're Nick Cross," her voice came out as a soft breath of air, like the wind had been knocked out of her. This wasn't just some random vigilante--or just some guy off his rocker. This kid was UA after all.
Or. Well. Ex-UA.
"Fuck" is right. How did this get MORE complicated?!
Nemuri placed a hand over her mouth, teeth grinding behind her lips and fingers as her brow knitted together. Crap. Crap and a half. She had been willing to let him go on this, but knowing he was a wanted man...that was something else. That was way, way, way worse than just letting the vigilante go free. She didn't know what he'd done to get police after him but she knew about him plucking an eyeball out of some villain. Excessive force. Well, that lined up with what she'd just witnessed.
But it had been against a villain, and this had been done against a gang of Anti-Quirkers. Had he not made a move those men might have done something to her or her customers. The shop she didn't give a shit about. He'd protected them tonight, violent or not.
Fuck.
She lowered her hand, lips pressed together in a thin line, her expression cool but not cold. "...well? Get your wig back on before somebody sees you. I can't exactly explain to the customers what a wanted man is doing here." Her eyes flickered to the back room. The door was still closed, the people inside still waiting for her to tell them it was safe to come out. All of them had seen his first hit but...not his face. It was something. "And get the fuck inside."MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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