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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 9, 2018 21:11:52 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
☒ | Goro Utari | ✐ | 811 | ✉ | hope you like old drunk dickheads, Goro. |
| After a certain point, even bustling cities like Tokyo fall victim to the quiet, dark grip of nighttime. A point where the traffic becomes only a single straggler cab making its way down the street, when the sidewalks are empty save for a drunk here or a graveyard-shift worker there, and the lights of office and residential buildings alike shut off. The city didn't go completely dark, of course. Even in the dimmer parts of Tokyo the light pollution of electronic billboards and giant television screens on the sides of buildings could be seen. Still, it was far quieter and calmer and darker than it was during the day.
Yuki was in Kabukicho for no other reason than because that was where their feet had brought them tonight. They didn't like visiting the outstretches of Tokyo often--the trains and buses wouldn't be running during their usual waking hours, so their only option was by foot--but tonight they'd stepped out the door and just started in a direction, dammed be reasoning.
It was nice. It had rained in the day and every stone in the pavement was just a little shinier, and there was mist up around the streetlamps thick enough to blur their orange glow. Everything was...not quiet, not really, it never was in the city.
Still, it was peaceful.
Of course Yuki wasn't just out and about for the scenery. The black bow fastened at their back--though in the low lighting its shape was hard to make out--would have been enough of a hint that they weren't just taking a casual stroll. Yuki wasn't the sort to look for trouble intentionally. But. When somebody with impossibly bad luck went walking through Kabukicho...
...well they certainly weren't looking for a good time.
I should look into that book Oniisan recommended me. What was it called again? "How to Know You Have a Death Wish"?
The creaking wheels of a delivery boy's bike caught Yuki's attention and they ducked off of the walkway into a small space between two buildings barely big enough for themselves. The rider didn't seem to have seen them, and from their place Yuki couldn't really make out their features, either. So without thinking too long on it Yuki slipped back out onto the street and dusted a bit of water from their elbow.
Sounds fake, but I'm sure somebody's written it.
Yuki let loose small snort from their own bad humor, turned, and started walking in the direction opposite the way the bike had gone. No sense in going somewhere that a shop was open. That might mean people, and Yuki didn't want that.
...of course, as soon as they'd turned around, the door to the building they'd just hidden next to opened, the steel handle smacking into their elbow, though the heavy purple curtains that hung behind the glass of the door kept the persons opening said door from noticing them. Yuki pressed flat against the wall, a hand holding tight to their side. Ow. Ow.
A flat-faced old man with a wrinkly, flushed-red nose stepped into view from behind the curtains. His complexion screamed "drunk as a skunk", but the cut and cloth of his suit said "I am made of money". And the neighborhood said it wasn't money made too legally. Whoever they were they were talking to somebody Yuki couldn't see still standing in the doorway. And from the tone of his voice, he was not too happy with them.
"Shtupid fuckin' bitch, sendin' herr kid to do her g...goddamned negotiating. You tell fff-Fader that I don't want jack sheet with you punksh unless I get an actual face to-" Hiccup. "-face! Fuckin' KIDS thinkin' they can boss ME around...get MY fuckin' money..."
Wow, he's a real charmer.
Without waiting to stick around much longer, Yuki side-stepped their way back into the thin space between buildings and made their way to an alley they could see on the other side, just for the sake of getting off this side-street and it's rambling drunk old Yakuza or whatever the hell that had been. Behind the bar (or host club, what did they know or care) were a few bins and bags full of empty bottles of expensive alcohol and the smell of decaying food. Delightful. Yuki managed to avoid stepping in some broken glass scattered on the concrete and kept going.
They came to a quick stop, though, hearing more voices down this way, too. Again, angry ones, this time more than one. They sounded unpleasantly aggressive.
"--ou---fu--"
"---off---tch---"
"--Quirker freak!---"
Very unpleasant.
Yuki sighed and reached for their bow.
What's wrong with today? Is it just asshole season? Sounds like there's only three of them, at least...
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 14, 2018 20:02:02 GMT -4
The only thing that could’ve made this meeting worse was if it were daytime, Goro decided. First of all, the man he’d been sent to meet was quirkless, of all things. The Underground doesn’t need the dirty money of their oppressors, and Goro knew Mother knew that as well as he did. She’d told this man as much, but he wasn’t the kind to take no for an answer. Which brought him to the second reason why this meeting was the absolute worst. If there’s one thing Goro can’t stand, it’s people who refuse to face the facts when they’re presented to them. People who simply refuse to listen to listen to him, or, worse, listen but refuse to understand him. And, considering he refused to listen to Mother, he obviously won’t listen to Goro.
The whole way to where Goro would be meeting him, he’d already been cursing him in his mind. Who does he think he is, thinking the Gifted Underground would bow to him? That he’d demand someone come to negotiate face-to-face? That he thought that threatening
Once Goro actually met the “investor”, he found it almost impossible to disguise his disgust. The man stank of alcohol, a smell Goro was none-too-happy with to begin with, but in this situation, it was about as disrespectful as the man pissing directly into his face would’ve been.
Typical.
The man drunkenly slurred insults at Goro as the bat simply stood there and angrily tapped a gloved finger on his tablet, impatiently waiting for him to finish. Was he really expecting Goro to follow him into the alley? It seemed very unlikely that he was trying to get fresh air to sober up, especially since fresh is the last thing Goro would use to describe the air around there.
He pushed the curtains apart with his wings, partially to keep eye contact with the man and partially to subtly intimidate him.
“Believe me, we have no interest in your money. The Underground is fine without your funding. If you expect Mo-ahem, Fader to actually dignify you with a meeting face-to-face, you should lower your expectations. Your pitiful threats and attempts at blackmail aren’t going to make us change our minds, either. Surely, you aren’t under the impression we’ve never been threatened like that before, right?” He spoke calmly and quietly, loud enough to be clear to the man he was addressing but quietly enough that it wouldn’t carry out onto the street.
He took a deep breath, and slid one of his hands into his pocket, stroking the handle of the knife hidden within a few times. Should it become necessary, it surely wouldn’t be hard to dispose of him. His loss wouldn’t impact many negatively, and it would be an easy kill considering his inebriated state. That thought was the only thing keeping him from snapping at the drunkard right then and there.
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 14, 2018 20:43:13 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
| The drunken man might have been able to brush aside what he perceived as stupid. low-life Quirkers insulting his stature and the reach he had in Tokyo...were he sober. In his current state though he took every word Goro spoke like the brat were insulting his own mother. Why--or how--he had gotten so drunk so quickly for such an important meeting he wasn't able to consider, either. So he wobbled out of sight of the bar doorway, but pointed at Goro with a fat finger that glistened from the gold ring wrapped tightly around it.
"Yew Quirkies think you're sho specieel...you've never dealt with s-...someone with MY shtashus...." he paused to gulp for air, a bit of the alcohol from before brushing the back of his tongue. "I'll get fffFader to meet me or she'll fuckin' regret it...dumb Quirk-lovin' bitch..."
Despite his growing tone of voice, it didn't seem to attract any attention. This time of night everyone was in a club or bar or doing something bad enough to not meddle in another's business. That said, there could be cameras around. But there was a lovely little alley-way just a few feet that way that was completely shrouded in darkness. Perfect for dumping trash.
From their spot Yuri peered out through the slim space between buildings, watching the trio of people who had encircled another figured backed against the wall, out of their line of sight. A woman and two men, all dressed for clubbing, were sneering at the unseen person and--now that Yuri was closer--calling them a number of cruel, unrepeatable words.
Yuri raised a hand to their head and plucked a strand of hair. The moment it was pulled from their skin, the hair straightened and grew into a thin, pitch-black arrow without feathers. With practiced precision Yuki lined up their bow and placed the arrow against their fingers, then pulled it and the string back until it was taunt. Firing right at these people would be bad. Despite their horrible personalities they weren't criminals. Assholes, sure, but not criminals. Yuki wasn't in the business of hurting people just because they were jerks.
So rather than taking aim at the woman on the end of the group they aimed slightly to the left of her head, where the corner of the building gave them a clear line of sight. Twing.
The arrow shot out from the bow with the release of tension, and then in a dash of smoke, disappeared into nothingness.
Not a second later the same black arrow shot out from a puff of smoke across the street, shooting across the empty sidewalks to embed itself with the crack of stone only a few inches from the woman's face. Her reaction--and those of her two companions--was only delayed by a second of stunned silence.
"---AHH!"
"Who the fuck fired that?!"
"Screw this, I'm not here to get shot at!"
As anticipated the assholes were a group of cowards. With only one arrow the three of them took off back down the street, practically tripping over each other to get away. Yuki looped their bow back around their shoulders and stepped out into the street to watch them disappear around the corner with smug satisfaction plain on their face. Served them right.
"...d...did you do that?" A small voice from behind Yuki, leaning against the other building, turned their head around. For a second Yuki couldn't see what about the person had attracted those anti-Quirk jerks, but...then they looked down. Instead of a pair of feet on their legs, this person had a pair of wheels attatched to each ankle. Yuki blinked. So then the bike from--
"Yeah. Yeah, I--" Yuki cleared their throat and smiled at the wheel-footed person. They were surprisingly young--a middle school boy? Christ, some people really were monsters--and were wearing a uniform for a local noodle store. Huh. That was a pretty cool use of their Quirk. "I was, uh, passing by and heard them. They didn't hurt you, did they?" The boy shook his head. "Good. Um. Go get to where you're going, a'ight?"
He nodded, and with a spin of his wheels was off down the road. Yuki looked at where their arrow had hit. The arrow itself was gone, again, but the brick it had hit was cracked, bits of concrete crumbling off it in sand and chunks. Hah. If they'd missed by an inch that would have seriously hurt that woman.
...she might have deserved a cut to the ear, but not...that.
Well it wasn't like they were going to run into any dangerous people down that street. Just drunk old rich assholes. |
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 19, 2018 19:58:12 GMT -4
Goro breathed through gritted teeth as he stepped outside fully, his hand still rested on the knife in his pocket. Every second he spent interacting with this disgusting garbage pile of a man made it harder and harder to keep his cool. How someone like this could look at himself in a mirror, Goro didn’t know. As far as Goro saw it, some people simply didn’t have any kind of capacity of rational thought, and that problem more often than not afflicts those without Quirks. If he were to take care of this bastard, he’d just be doing society a favour. Ridding it of someone incapable of keeping up.
The fat prick opened his mouth again, and it took more effort than Goro was willing to admit to not roll his eyes before he even heard a single word from him. Nothing worthwhile was about to come from him.
He wasn’t surprised by how bigoted the drunkard was, he’d more than come to expect that from any quirkless. Even so, he was still incensed by it. Who does he think he’s talking to? ‘Someone of my status’? As if Goro was somehow beneath him… No, as if the Gifted Underground as a whole was beneath him. How delusional.
The alcohol still in the man’s throat stank, and Goro’s instincts were all suggesting to rid himself of the smell. Still, he managed to hold himself back until the bastard insulted Mother again. Within a few seconds, he’d surged forward, pushing himself with his wings and drawing the knife from his pocket to pin the man against the wall, knife to his throat. His wings quickly folded around the both of them, both obscuring them from any street cameras that might be present and attempting to pin the man’s arms.
“What gives you the impression your status is the one that matters here? You’re powerless here, sir.” He kept his voice as low as possible, the last word dripping with venom. “You can’t bribe your way out of this, you can’t throw your ‘status’ around, and I’m sure talking it out is beneath you.” Push the knife closer to his throat, just enough that he can feel it but not enough that it hurts yet. Just enough that he knows it’s there. “I’m not sure what you thought you were going to do, coming into a meeting with the Underground inebriated, but I’m almost glad you did. It’ll make this a whole lot easier for me.”
Covering himself this way did make Goro’s echolocation slightly less reliable, but as far as he could tell the streets close by were clear. Good. No witnesses. For the first time the whole night, Goro’s face changed. His eyes almost seemed to glimmer in what little moonlight reached them as a wide, twisted grin spread across his face. The prejudiced drunkard may believe he glimpsed some kind of vampiric fangs, if just for a moment.
But no, Goro is merely a bat. Vampiric bloodlust is not something his Quirk bestowed on him.
The bloodlust he was feeling at that moment was wholly unrelated.
He had every intention of slitting the bastard’s throat, but that would come a little later. He wanted to see the fear set into his eyes. He wanted to see the man choked by the cold grip of terror. And he wanted to hear what kind of ridiculous drivel he’d come up with to try and plead for his life. Or, perhaps he’d try and go out fighting, maybe he’d dredge up some kind of dated old slurs to yell until he can yell no more, that could be entertaining too.
“Is there any air left in your lungs, or has the beer already flooded them?” His voice was nothing more than a whisper at this point, his face uncomfortably close to the other man’s. The stench of alcohol was still an irritant, but that barely mattered anymore. It was nothing compared to the scent that would fill the alleyway in a moment.
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 19, 2018 20:37:38 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
☒ | Goro Utari | ✐ | 344 | ✉ | Slightly shorter 'cause stabby-stab is coming. |
| Being drunk did bad things to one's reactionary skills, but to Goro's credit, he had already been far faster and stronger than the old man before alcohol was brought into the equation. He was knocked easily into the wall of the building besides him, and in an instant his vision was blackened by black, leathery wings. He tried to yank his arms away from Goro's grip, curses just about to spit past his lips and into his face, but the cold steel of a knife on his throat shut him up really, really fast.
"N--n-n-Now boy. Don't be gettin' ahead of yourself! We dun'ave to do anything rash! I was just..." his eyes bulged out of his skull at the sight of Goro's fangs, "--be reasonable! I'll give you anything you want! What is it? You want money? I'll double whatever Fader pays you! I'm a man of my word--hell just--" he gagged again, bile pushing against his esophagus, "--spare me and I'll make you the richest damn Quirker in Tokyo!"
It's funny how some people become a lot politer--and somehow more sober--when a sharp knife was against their necks. Shame that the only way this man knew how to be "polite" was to throw money at others and assume all was forgiven.
Meanwhile, muffled by Goro's wings, a trio of club goers--one woman and two young men--came running around the street corner and stopped to catch their breath.
Or...maybe the sight of something with huge black wings pressing someone against the wall stopped them in their tracks.
Yuki turned toward the direction the quirkest jerks had run, but didn't follow after them. The sounds of footsteps had stopped. Weird. They hadn't gotten much farther than the street corner and that was only a couple buildings over. Had they stopped to call a Ryde? Crap, if there were cars around then Yuki didn't want to be anywhere near the street. The thought alone made their skin feel cold. Nope! Back into the alley they went.
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 20, 2018 11:06:10 GMT -4
He’d already said bribing him wouldn’t work, but Goro hadn’t expected anything smart from the now clearly-sobered man. Even so, the mere idea of this man’s dirty money being enough to turn the bat away from killing him brought out a mirthless chuckle. There was no way this bastard would actually follow up on what he was promising in this moment; someone like him would probably try and call the cops the moment the blade was lifted from his throat.
The expression painted on the face of Goro’s victim was a sight to behold; no matter what his desperate babbling was trying to suggest, some part of him had already realised there wasn’t any escape. Goro could barely hear the individual words he was saying, anyway, all that rang in his ears was the absolute terror carried in the bastard’s voice. His grin barely split as what could only be described as a cackle rose from deep in his throat. Perhaps it was the thrill of holding someone he despised so thoroughly in this position, or perhaps it was the adrenaline filling his veins to bursting in that moment, but it was almost impossible to stop himself once he started. Not that he really wanted to, anyway.
The knife was so, so close now. Any movement of Goro’s hand at all, and it would be over. The silk between his hand and the man’s neck was so thin he could almost feel his carotid arteries bulging under his skin.
If he found some one-liner or retort to finish the ‘conversation’, it would leave this quirkless waste of space with some kind of actual conclusion to his life. An ending, satisfying or not. That was far, far more than he deserved. This wasn’t some kind of poetic death that, should an afterlife exist, he would be able to look back on in Hell and ponder. The only one getting anything out of this should be Goro.
For a moment longer, he stared the bastard in the face, taking in every inch of fear etched onto his face. A single moment, but it felt like a beautiful eternity, the slow burn of pain pushing its way from his neck to his brain. Then, in one swift stroke, Goro pushed forward and away, slashing both carotid arteries at once. In the same motion, he stepped back, putting his right wing between the man’s throat and his suit to catch any of the blood spurting from the cut. The leathery surface of his wings would be a lot easier to clean than such an expensive suit.
Unfortunately, Goro’s blissful adrenaline rush was cut short by a shrill scream across the street. In his murderous haze, he’d managed to overlook a trio of teenagers coming around the corner. “Oh, SHIT.” He muttered. Thank God it was night time, and his wings were still positioned just right to obscure any other identifying features, but huge bat wings were very distinct either way.
One of the teens had their phone out, obviously calling the cops. Before they had a chance to take any photos of him for evidence, Goro was already out, zooming into the sky above the alleyway harder than he’d ever taken off before. The sudden rush of air on his face was unpleasant, to say the least, but he didn’t need to stay in the air for long. He rolled onto the rooftop of the bar, and ducked down low enough to, hopefully, be unnoticeable from the street.
Out of the trio that had spotted him, one of the boys was still on the phone, while the girl had now run over to check on Goro’s victim. That wasn’t of much concern to him, he knew the man had died almost instantaneously so there wasn’t anything she could do to save him.
Goro was certainly getting a visit from the cops in the morning, he could imagine they’d be on the look-out for any winged Quirkers at all. As far as he could tell in the dim light, none of the blood had reached anything besides his wings, so he wouldn’t need to ditch his suit or gloves. This knife was his favourite, it had previously carried him to victory against his disgrace of a brother when they’d reunited, so he had no interest in parting ways with it either. Hopefully, the morning search of his hotel room won’t be particularly thorough.
He shook his head. At the moment, he shouldn’t be worrying about the morning. His primary concern is evading the cops, and potentially Pro Heroes should the situation apparently warrant them. He had a slight head start, but no doubt they’d be sending out helicopters considering his Quirk.
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 20, 2018 12:42:12 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
☒ | Goro Utari | ✐ | 595 | ✉ | christ we're what 6 posts in and just got to them actually meeting |
| Yuki stepped lightly back through the alleyway between the buildings, careful of broken glass and raw, gross garbage alike. Even if those clubbers weren't calling a cab they probably shouldn't be staying here for much longer. After all, they'd used their Quirk again. Not to a point where it was a danger to themselves, but still, it wasn't something to just hang around the aftermath of and expect nothing bad to happen. Even the boy they'd saved might blab to their boss about it, and then someone might come to investigate. Or worse, call the cops.
Good deed or not Yuki was still a vigilante.
Just as they reached the slim alley between the bar with the drunk, angry asshole, however, Yuki heard one of the voices from earlier. One of the men was talking in a rushed, panic tone of voice, but clearly not to one of their group.
"--yes--we saw--used their Quirk--attacked--"
Yuki froze.
"--outside of the--please hurry--"
Oh my God they're calling the police.
Without a second thought Yuki started scanning for some kind of escape. Any escape. There was a door that, they assumed, lead to the bar from before. But going into the kitchen of a bar wasn't going to be unnoticed. Hell, it would get a lot of attention. They could just go back and sprint down the street. But that boy was probably still that way. Yuki didn't want to give him any more of a look than he'd already gotten of them.
Their eyes finally landed on a fire escape. It didn't lead all the way to the roof of the building it was attached to, but the buildings were close enough besides one another that Yuki could make the jump between it and the roof of the bar/host club/whatever. It wasn't a great place to escape to. Odds are the cops would look everywhere they could, what with the nature of Quirks meaning pretty much anything was possible. But at least up there Yuki could get a vantage point of where else they could run. It was sure better than hiding back here.
Making sure their bow was tied tightly Yuki jumped up high and grabbed the bottom of the ladder, using the brick wall to scramble themselves up without making the thing drop and make a shit-ton of noise. Luckily--Hah--they hadn't used more than a single arrow. Anything more than that would have probably made the damn thing fall with them still on it.
Yuki climbed up to the second balcony, braced themselves on the metal fence around it, drew in a deep breath, and jumped.
Only their foot landed on something other than roof.
The loss of balance from an unexpected 'bump' on the roof made them fall, a muffled grunt of pain escaping them as their arms slammed into raw concrete. Fuck. Ow. Fucking ow. What the hell had they landed on? The roof was not soft. Obviously. Had somebody thrown a garbage bag up here or...
Yuki raised their head, rubbing against their elbow, to look at what they'd stepped on. Even in the low lighting, that didn't look like a bag of trash. It...looked distinctly like a person.
Oh.
Shit.
"What the--are you okay??" Yuki scrambled into a kneel, still holding their elbows, their bow unharmed but no harmed, but lopsided on their back. "I'm sorry, I--I didn't--I didn't see you when I jumped and--what are you even doing up here??"
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 20, 2018 16:09:15 GMT -4
Yet again, Goro had failed to pay attention to his surroundings. For someone with echolocation, he sure was missing a lot of oncoming shit tonight. For example, he’d only just noticed the other person leaping right on top of his hiding spot only a split second before their foot met with his back. He caught his scream of pain in his throat, and instead only hissed in pain, a sound much more suited to his current position.
The newcomer didn’t follow up on what Goro had assumed at first to be a sneak attack, and he lifted his head to see them fallen on their arms. Were they not after him, then? They just happened to climb up onto the same roof as a now-wanted murderer? It just didn’t add up.
What they did next was even more baffling. Asking him if he’s okay? Apologizing? Did they really not know who he was or what he’d done? Were they just trying to lull him into a false sense of security, perhaps? But what purpose would that serve? He wasn’t in the best position to fight back to begin with, why even bother pretending?
“I’m fine.” He didn’t have the energy to keep the irritation and, more importantly, pain from creeping into his voice, but he did his best to pretend otherwise. “I suppose I was hard to see, but I didn’t expect someone to be coming up here in a hurry. What do you think you’re doing?”
Try and divert attention from why he’s up there, so the other won’t think about it. If Goro puts them on the defensive, they won’t have the chance to repeat their questioning. They seemed flustered anyway, so hopefully it’d be easy.
“Hell of a time to practice your parkour.”
The sirens in the distance meant they didn’t really have time to sit and chat anyway. They were far enough that Goro didn’t need to run off right away, but he needed to get his shit together soon. He sat up, his back still groaning from before, and managed to stand. Hopefully, it wouldn’t hurt for too long.
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 20, 2018 17:21:59 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
| The words "I asked you first" almost popped right out of Yuki's mouth in the midst of their confusion and fading pain, their question tossed back in their face by the other person. Man. Bat. Manbat. He looked to be in plenty of pain after getting stepped on, and they couldn't imagine that stepping on somebody's wing-joints would feel any better than getting kicked in the shoulder or knee or anything...physically similar.
"Yep. Parkour. Exactly what I'm doing in the middle of the night. You got me!" Yuki wasn't sure if their sarcasm could be any more transparent. "And I'm sure you're just taking a break in your evening trip to the store and just stopped for a ci--"
The sounds of distant police sirens made Yuki's words catch in their throat, a choked noise of fear rising out of him. Ugh. Not only were they cars--something that, naturally, a person with a fear of getting struck by vehicles wouldn't enjoy--but the police were on their goddamn way right now. What had those stupid clubbers said to make them come so fast? Yuki hadn't even hit them, just given them a warning shot. That cracked a brick.
Okay, maybe they had a reason to call the police.
But still.
Yuki hoped that the dark would hide their look of palpable fear that plastered itself on their face, and they scrambled back up to their feet. "Oops, just realized I left the stove on back home, guess I have to parkour my way back. I'll be..." Turning their head up and around, much to Yuki's dismay, there weren't any buildings at a good height to jump onto next. The alley was too big for them to leap to one side, the fire escape too high on the other, and then the last two sides of the building were just facing the street. Fuck. Had not thought this one through. Then again, they'd been expecting more time to think of a way to make their exit. Not a ticking timer.
Yuki swallowed, hard, indecision and fear mounting in their eyes. What did they do? They couldn't risk jumping off the roof, even if there were garbage bags bellow. The alley was full of broken glass, and even were it not, the fall was nothing to sneeze at. They couldn't climb out of here. If only they could...
Their eyes went back to the manbat.
Fly.
With a Quirk so obvious as that--huh, they'd run into two mutation Quirks tonight, what were the odds--they must have gone through some shitty situations in the past. Those three racist clubbers weren't the only ones out there. Unless he'd been hiding up on rooftops his entire life he must have experienced some kind of shit like the wheel-footed boy.
Maybe he'd be...sympathetic...?
Or maybe he'll toss me with the garbage and wait for the cops. Hell, maybe he's a hero on patrol! He might arrest me!
Yeah, because a hero on patrol would be hiding on a rooftop.
...there are such things as broody heroes!
"A-are you a hero...?" they finally spoke very, very quietly.
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 20, 2018 22:02:13 GMT -4
Well, at least they weren’t being unnaturally polite anymore. Hostile sarcasm was much more Goro’s speed; why would a stranger ever be nice to anyone? It only ever feels like someone wants something from him, or that they’re trying to fuck with him. Those are the only things that’d make sense, the world is too awful for anyone to be sincerely nice. Attitudes like that are beaten out of people when they’re young.
“I’m sure.” He adjusted his glasses again, “What I’m doing up here is of no concern to you, and I’m sure what you’re doing doesn’t concern me either. As long as we’re in agreement there, I don’t see the problem.” Unless they were a Pro Hero that happened to be in the area for whatever reason, Goro had less than no interest in whatever business this person had on the rooftops.
Even from up on the roof, Goro could just barely feel the presence of one of the teens still down on the street. The other two had either moved out of range, or they’d already run home scared. Someone, it felt like the girl but he wasn’t certain, was probably waiting for the cops to show up before leaving; maybe they were so scared they needed the cops to escort them home.
The other’s face was obscured by the dark of night, but Goro could feel the look on their face with his Quirk. They were… scared? What reason did they have to be afraid of the cops? Perhaps it had something to do with the bow on their back that had been knocked out of place by their poor landing. Had they also killed someone tonight? It sure would be useful if they had; would make it all the easier for Goro to pin his kill on someone else and get off scot free.
They didn’t seem like the type that had the balls to actually take someone’s life though. Their response to Goro’s presence, and how nervous they’ve been this whole time suggested someone who’s definitely experienced terrible things, but not enough to scrub away their fear of inflicting pain on others. Still, maybe they’d tried to. Maybe they’d hurt someone by accident. No matter what it was, they’d clearly done something that they believe warrants the cops being called on them.
What they said implied a quick getaway, but they weren’t going anywhere. Goro looked over, and saw them turning in place, looking up at the nearby rooftops as if looking for an escape route. The distance between the rooftops certainly wasn’t a jump a normal person, or even a Quirker without some kind of jump enhancing ability could make, so there wasn’t really any way out for the archer besides jumping back down to the street and praying.
Usually, given the luxury of time and lack of pressure, Goro would simply abandon the other to the cops and make his escape unimpeded, but leaving them behind right now would probably lead to them telling the cops about him. Any impact bringing them with him would have on the speed of Goro’s getaway was minimal in comparison to the risks of leaving them behind.
Then, they asked Goro something he’d never expected to hear. Did he look like a hero? Was he in a heroic position at the moment, hiding on a rooftop in the middle of the night? Plus, they sounded as if they’d prefer he not be. What was going on with this kid? They looked too frail to be a vigilante, there was no way…
“What do you think?” He finally answered, before looping an arm around the other’s waist and taking off again, towards the fire escape on one side. Another person was far too heavy for Goro to carry for long, so hopefully there wouldn’t be any more obstacles like this between here and their escapes from here on out.
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 21, 2018 12:09:04 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
☒ | Goro Utari | ✐ | 350 | ✉ | G skill parkour and bad luck hahahahahahah |
| Yuki barely registered the answer they were given before suddenly the other person was right in their space, an arm wrapped around their waist, and suddenly the roof wasn't under their feet anymore. They had to actually cover their mouth to stop any sound of shock from escaping. Well! This was a pleasant change of pace. With Yuki's luck they'd expected him to be a hero--a weird, broody one that chilled out on rooftops, but hey--yet instead he was flying him up to the fire escape. He was helping them escape.
Right? That was what was happening right now?
I'm not used to this kind of luck.
Their feet landed on the metal of one of the fire escape's balconies, wobbling slightly as they touched down with an audible sound of metal. Yuki looked up at Goro with...hell, they weren't sure what kind of face they were making right now. Gratitude? Confusion? Their eyes were wide and it wasn't quite a smile on their lips, but it was something almost like one.
"Holy crap that was cool," they spoke with a slight gasp.
Alright, now they were off that roof. But they were still here. Yuki looked up through the metal grates above them, through the other balconies. Again, this one didn't reach the rooftop of this building, but it was the only way right now. Could he glide them somewhere if they got high enough? Hell, would he? Why was he even helping Yuki right now? He didn't know them from any common criminal. But maybe that was the reason.
I can think about that after fleeing from the cops.
"Up is our best bet. The stairs. I mean. I can probably climb up to the roof from the top of the fire escape, and then...um." Yuki grimaced as they looked back at Goro. "...well it's a better vantage point, and you can probably fly far enough away from up there. I. Uh. Am not the best at parkour but I can try it."
They started climbing up the stairs as quickly as they could. |
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -4
Goro touched down on the fire escape balcony next to Yuki, and immediately regretted helping them. God, what was he doing? He didn’t even know this person, even if they don’t get caught by the cops tonight they could easily choose to give the cops information later on. Perhaps they’d feel compelled to when they see the news next morning, about an unknown bat-winged murderer who’d escaped without a trace.
He turned away from Yuki and stealthily wiped the blood from his knife with a cloth he’d brought with him for that purpose. His wings should hopefully block Yuki’s view of whatever he was doing. He quickly stuffed the cloth and knife back into his pockets, hoping he hadn’t left any blood on either. Dry-cleaning would be a nightmare if any of it bled onto the actual suit.
He looked back at Yuki just in time to catch their almost-smile, and he did his best to smile back despite the gnawing suspicion in his gut. “That’s one advantage of having wings, I suppose.” No matter how little he trusted them at the moment, their compliment didn’t seem insincere.
Ah, this fire escape doesn’t quite reach the rooftop either. Goro crossed his arms and stared up at the top of the balconies, trying to judge the actual distance between the two. God, there was no way he was going to keep carrying Yuki up these buildings. If the next jump was too long or too high up, he’d just leave Yuki to find their own way out of this mess. No use in straining his arms for someone he doesn’t even know the name of.
Yuki was definitely nervous, but why? Still he had no idea why they were so afraid of being caught by the cops. What had they done? No purpose in asking them because there was no way they’d tell him, and they’d probably ask him the same question.
“You sound like you have your route already figured out.” He muttered sarcastically. Seriously, what kind of person makes their anxiety so clear on the outside? Exposing their own weakness to the world like that just made them seem hard to trust. He couldn’t really leave them at the moment though, flying out onto the street was just asking for trouble.
“I don’t think flying off from the fire escape here would be enough. The cops are going to be here any minute now, I think they’d notice someone fl-someone using their quirk in public without proper certification pretty clearly even at night.” He stumbled over his own words for a moment, trying to avoid bringing up thoughts of why avoiding the cops would be so important to him. Hopefully his excuse would work.
He climbed the stairs as silently as possible. At the very least, people would hear Yuki’s footsteps first. From the top of the fire escape, it wasn’t that hard for Goro to hop up to the rooftop, only taking a couple flaps of his wings, but he wasn’t completely sure that Yuki could make it. They were much shorter than he was, and they looked pretty skinny. Plain and simple, Goro didn’t think they had the upper body strength to pull themselves up.
“Are you going to need help to get up here?” He leaned over the edge of the rooftop, looking back down at Yuki.
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Oct 25, 2018 21:44:39 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
| Urrugh, I have got to work on my cardio.
Adrenaline helped Yuki reach the top of the fire escape without feeling the pounding of their heart in their ears, but it wouldn't do much past the initial climb. Once they reached the top balcony they had a better vantage point of the street bellow. It wasn't too tall a building--only about seven or eight stories high--but a drop even from this height would undoubtedly break every bone in their body. Or kill them. How pleasant. Manbat's jabs at their lack of a plan only helped things.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be chased by cops onto a friggen' rooftop tonight. Next time I'll be sure to get a map of the sewer system just in case." Yuki huffed, turning around from looking over the street to looking upwards. The lip of the roof above was about...double their height up from them. Great. But the windowpane stuck out enough that, in theory, they could hop onto it and get it within jumping distance. Better.
The only way to get on the windowpane, though, was climbing.
"Hope whoever's in here is a heavy sleeper," they spoke through clenched teeth, and with their fingertips began pulling themselves up from the balcony onto the tiny little step's worth of concrete. The stone dug into the tips of their fingers and hurt like hell. "I'm fine, I'm fine! I didn't need fingernails."
At least they were fairly skinny, and what little muscle they had going for them was in their arms. Yuki managed to pull themselves up and pressed themselves flush against the wall as they stood back up. Okay. Okay. This wasn't so bad. Just don't imagine slipping on the jump and falling backwards and over the rail off the fire-escape and going "splat".
Easy-peasy.
"......hey, uh, so, small-talk. So I don't panic. Hi. I'm, uh, I'm a vigilante. If you hadn't figured that out." Their mouth started going off without really consulting their brain, but it did distract them from the mental image of a Yuki-shaped smear on the pavement. "Same boat? Or. Do you just like taking evening flights in the scummiest parts of Tokyo regularly?"
Yuki dared a little hop and their sore fingers just caught the lip of the roof, but not at a good enough angle to pull their other arm up. They slid back down as cautiously as they could.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I only fired one arrow.
All it takes it one slip!
".....okay, maybe I do need a little help up there," they admitted, swallowing their pride, "Or...at least a hand to grab." |
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 1, 2018 20:49:28 GMT -4
Goro's accidental partner in escaping the cops seemed to be getting tired already. Honestly, Goro wasn't holding up much better, but there was no way he was going to show it. The sirens behind them were still fast approaching, and until they were clear of the cops slowing down to catch their breath felt like suicide.
They still weren't far enough to jump out over the street. Goro wasn't exactly certain there was enough space for him to glide down enough to avoid breaking most of his bones landing, not to mention the distinct possibility his arms would give out over the long distance and he'd just end up dropping the other person.
Speaking of them, they still didn't seem at all confidant in their own movements across the gap. Their climb up to the balcony was agonizingly shaky to Goro, and he found his own nails digging into the palms of his now-clenched fists subconsciously.
He'd noticed the window on the way up, it would've been hard for him to not feel it considering his Quirk, but he hadn't payed all that much attention to it. Now, he was contemplating how it would open. If it opened outward, and whoever was inside decided they wanted some fresh air, Yuki would be screwed. The thought didn't help his fists loosen any.
He hadn't expected them to even share this much about themselves, and he was taken a little off-guard. Who would trust someone they just met, in such suspicious circumstances, enough to admit to something illegal like that? At the same time, Goro supposed that someone who was running from the cops already would seem the type to not turn around and judge a criminal. He flexed his wings slightly, looking for a response to Yuki's small talk.
"Trust me, I don't make it a habit visiting such disgusting parts of the city. Unfortunately, my job didn't really give me a choice tonight." He sighed, "Vigilantism isn't my kind of thing. Not that I would hold anything against you for it, but sticking my neck out for people who might not appreciate it and risking being arrested for it just doesn't seem fulfilling." Plus, maybe if those ungrateful bastards went unrescued, they'd learn a lesson or at least leave the rest of the world better by their absence. That part of his sentence went wisely unspoken.
Yuki seemed to, for a brief second, slip from the wall, and Goro exhaled sharply. He had no idea why he was getting so worked up about their climb; obviously, if they fell they could give away Goro's position, but it felt like more than that. Perhaps the adrenaline still fresh from his kill was playing with his mind.
Either way, he wasn't going to just leave them down there. He leaned as far as he could over the edge of the roof and reached down with both arms. He wasn't certain he could lift them with just one. "Here. But hurry it up, the cops will be here soon."
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Post by Yuki Chabashira on Nov 3, 2018 22:26:01 GMT -4
When I walk at night I can't help but I know its right ...
☒ | Goro Utari | ✐ | 393 | ✉ | I can keep calling you manbat though... |
| "Your job, huh. Don't tell me what it is, I don't think I want to know if it leads you to this neighborhood," Yuki spoke through pursed lips and clenched teeth--something between a grimace and a pout. They didn't really want to think what such a well-dressed man was doing not only in the seedier part of the city, but also hiding atop an equally seedy bar-and-or-host-club.
They were going to comment on Manbat's view of vigilantism quite frankly before, to Yuki's slight surprise, he offered them his arms to hold onto as they climbed. Their smile returned as they carefully reached up and wrapped their hands around his wrists, expecting the same from him, and then used their locked hold to climb their way up. It was not fun. Their abs (or, well, the place abs would be if they had them) were screaming. But it was way better than falling to their death.
"Thanks for the help," Yuki sighed in relief, releasing Manbat's arms as soon as they could to not trouble him much more. "What was I going to say. Oh. Right. Sticking my neck out for ungrateful people. Well...I guess you're not a hundred percent wrong. You're just also not a hundred percent right, either. I want to help people, especially those like, well, me. But I can't be a hero. Sp why not the next best thing?" They shrugged their shoulders, a nonchalant smiled pulling the corners of their lips, and they walked across the roof-top to the other side. "It's certainly one of my more interesting hobbies, if anything."
Alright, from up here there were more tall buildings not out of jumping distance for at least the rest of the block. It wasn't a straight shot across but a zig here and a zag there and it would be fine. Sticking to the rooftops also meant Manbat didn't need to use his fairly obvious Quirk...did one need a license to fly?
Thoughts for later.
"I think I can hop along to the end of the street, then climb down another fire escape just fine," they looked over their shoulder at Manbat, "Heading the same way, or are you going to go soaring off into the distance?"
Yuki paused, then added, "Oh, uh, did I ever get your name?" |
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