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Post by Jasmine Noir on Dec 8, 2018 18:37:38 GMT -4
"You fucking whore, don't be stupid and just walk away or this piece of shit is dead. You hear me? Dead!" Battletoad, or so Jasmine was now calling him courtesy of how descriptive Mia could be, yelled out, his voice distorted and muffled by clear rage spurred on by an irrational fear. He had been made and by none other than Red Horn herself, one of the up and coming 'Pro Heroes'... and one with quite the violent streak, as far as he remembered. He couldn't afford to let this go south. No, he needed to control this situation. Even he, in his fear, knew that things would get really, really, really bad should he mess this up. "I swear to fuck, you-"
And bad they did turn.
Before he knew what the fuck had happened, something had hit him dead on the wrist. It was sharp, hot and painful, making him hiss and jump at the abruptness of it. The gun in his hand had been blown away - borderline destroyed - making him yell out a furious and quite desperate no! at the attack. Did Red Horn do it? How?! What the fuck had just happened? His head jerked sideways as he heard loud footsteps approach, panic overtaking him. Dread washed over him the second he saw the massive woman crush the gun in the palm of her hand like it was a fucking Christmas decoration. The next second was a blur as he felt pressure against his neck. Before he realized what the fuck had happened his breath was knocked out from under him as his backside met the floor of the store, violently. He gasped and groaned as his world spun but he was hardly down and out.
A quick sequence of events had him on his feet and on the counter-offensive, yet that hardly helped matters. He needed to get the fuck out of there, and fast. And as Jasmine watched the scene unfold, she knew. She knew that the Battletoad would be greedy enough to try to continue the heist. Depravity and desperation all led to the same outcome - forego self-preservation in favor of earning a buck. She sighed; that was his final mistake for the day, and that was no more apparent than when Mia smashed a metal bat over his head, launching the villain right through the storefront and into the street. The sound of glass shattering reverberated along the streets, alarming the citizens present.
"Everybody stay calm!" Jasmine quickly spoke up as she stood, utterly calm as the older blonde came out of the store seconds later, "Red Horn is in the process of apprehending a villain. Keep your distance!" Perhaps it wasn't her place to control a situation, but... old habits died hard. It wasn't like she was doing any fighting anyway so it should've been fine... even when several people pulled out their phones to film the entire thing. Jaz, having noticed this, glanced at Red Horn, "Public eye's on you, horny," she said, quietly enough so only Mia could hear her, "make sure you don't hit him too hard, yeah?"
"Screw... you..." he groaned in his prone position, stars in his eyes as his muscles twitched. Everything hurt as he realized he was backed into a corner. And, like any beast backed into a corner, fight or flight kicked in. It was do or die and, as such, he decided to attack. Within a fraction of a second he opened his mouth, a slimy and extremely long tongue shooting out to wrap around Red Horn's dominant arm. The Battletoad, by himself, was no match against Mia in terms of strength and he fully realized it. But, as he stood up, he knew that all he had to do was restrict her movement. If I manage to do that... he reached for the switchblade in his back pocket, this should work magic to her guts.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Dec 11, 2018 7:44:05 GMT -4
Climbing out of the store Mia saw the crowd forming, and while there was a swelling sense of ego at all the eyes on her, there was also the worry that, yeah, she needed to keep herself prepared for the public eye. She wouldn’t brutalize anyone unless they’d done something exceptionally heinous, but now she especially needed to keep herself in check. She shifted her gaze to the other blonde as she rushed out of hiding to play crowd control…in a weird way Mia was immensely proud of that, to the point she couldn’t even fully explain her pride. Jaz wasn’t officially her disciple or anything, but seeing the kid recognize she couldn’t help physically, she was still playing her part and being a hero in her own way by keeping the crowd at a distance. If a little rage muffin like herself could keep herself focused on the bigger picture, Mia could only wait with baited breath to see what she could do in years to come.
Distracted briefly, she felt something slimy wrap around her arm and tug it a little from the tightening of the tongue, lifting her arm and glaring at the slimy appendage that was now wrapped around her, looking right at it and following it back to the source, briefly confused as to what it may be before the pieces connected…and grinning nice and wide.
“Don’t worry Jaz, I think I can take this idiot with just one hand!”
Throwing her tangled arm forward, purposely giving the punk some more of his tongue back, Mia then held a strong and confident grin and she used all her strength to tug him back towards her, expecting him to not have as much confidence as her as his body was sent flying in her direction, but the brief shimmer of sunlight against something in her hand caught her long enough for it to be used on her, letting out a brief sound of pain as something lodged into her stomache, piercing her rough hide. There was likely a brief look of triumph on the toad’s face, but Mia…began to chuckle. Yeah. Like this was the first time a punk had thought to stab her. Over the years her skin had gotten tougher and tougher, and now she got to just chuckle as the blade hadn’t even made it that far. Sure, the bitch STUNG as it lodged into her like that, but glaring down at him, she tensed her ab muscles hard, the blade all but stuck in her even as he tried to draw it out, and as the fear of realizing his little plan didn’t work set in, Mia emphasized the grasp she still had by squeezing the tip of his tongue in her palm.
“Nice try.”
Throwing her arm up, the Toad soon followed. She let a lot of it’s length release from her arm, spinning the toad around his own tongue like a yo-yo till he reached the apex of the flinging motion in the air, and Mia tugged back with that same, singular arm, and brought the toad crashing back down to the ground, enough so that, yeah, a few things may have been broken, but nothing he couldn’t recover from as he lay there unconscious, from the combination of the dizzying yo-yo fling and the final slam.
Yanking her hand from his tongue, Mia tossed the limb out to the side, the sticky saliva hitting the pavement as it became unstuck from her arm, the blonde turning her eyes to the crowd and peering briefly over their heads as the police finally showed on the scene. “Make way guys, the boys in blue are here to wrap up the show!” Ignoring any cheers or fans for now, Mia wiped her arm against her other arm’s forearm bandages and moved over to focus on Jaz, offering the girl a strong smile, voice quiet. “Thanks for the back up there champ.”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Dec 19, 2018 19:07:19 GMT -4
Yes! It hit! It fucking hit! Despite being terrified for his life, especially when he felt the sheer strength behind Red Horn's tug, the Battletoad was giddy with excitement. He managed to do it! He stabbed her! The knife went in! Clean, precise! Now she would stop her gawking, shut up, keel over and fucking die! The other girl that she was with, the one barking orders at all of these pieces of shit present to watch the spectacle? Yeah, if Red Horn fell, this one would be next and she would be easy. A manic grin plastered itself all over his face, a sense of triumph washing over him.
Until it stopped.
Wait, what... no, no! It wouldn't move. It was like the knife was stuck. It refused to move regardless of how much of his own strength the Battletoad put into his grip, trying to get the damn thing out of Red Horn's torso. Why the fuck was it not moving?! Was this some kind of shit Red Horn was causing? No, that couldn't be! She was about to be dead! She... She...!
“Nice try.”
He felt it before he heard it. The rumble in Mia's throat. The way her voice seemingly deafened everything around them. The simple notion of absolute confidence radiating from two words alone. It was enough to send a cold shiver down his spine. Before he knew what had happened, the bulky female begun her dance of death, flinging her arm above her head. The Battletoad very quickly followed suit, being flung up and above. The scene itself was like something out of a cartoon with the pathetic excuse of a villain being spun around in the air like a yo-yo, defying several rules of physics. Some part of him managed to be happy he decided to skip breakfast today - it would've ended up being an impromptu attack against this Pro Hero... then again at this point he would've taken even that.
Jasmine, on the other hand, who was at first maybe a little worried for Mia when she saw the knife pierce her gut, was now watching things unfold, whistling at the display and the simple idea of how little sense this all made. How in the hell was this guy even alive still? Better yet, how did Mia not rip his tongue out accidentally? No, you know what, she didn't want to know. She -oof. The lioness barely stopped herself from turning away, hissing at the sight of ribbit-face over there hitting the pavement square with his face. It was... well. Definitely could've been handled a little better, then again if Jaz was in Red Horn's shoes she probably would've made things ten times worse.
And did this woman actually keep frog man from taking his knife back with her abs alone? What in the fuck...
Jasmine shrugged at Mia's next words, smiling at the other blonde, "No worries. I know you told me to keep my distance but I kind of... couldn't. Not at that point, anyway," the lioness admitted. "Nice job out there, by the way, though..." she paused before pointing at Mia's torso and the knife still lodged up in there, "you may want to take that thing out. You're gonna scare the kids."
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Post by Mia Kearney on Dec 21, 2018 16:23:14 GMT -4
The sounds of some of her fans who found their way into the audience cheering didn't do much to help Mia hear, nor did the fact her head was oddly numb as her body was fighting off her pain sensors. Walking beside Jaz as they stepped off to one side, Mia glanced down to her waist as Jasmine seemed to be trying her attention there, suddenly having an 'oh shit' look as she realized what was still resting in her gut, wincing as she recalled how she could maybe get a little too carried away by her own momentum to ignore things like that. Gritting her teeth, she grasped the handle of the blade, fought the instinct to clench her abs, and probably squeezed Jaz's shoulder far too tight for her to handle for a moment as she herself lurched forward at the sensation of cold steel pulling back through her muscles, dropping the knife and hiding behind the incoming police so no one saw the way she pursed her lips and held her bleeding gut as the pain overtook her for a second.
As much as she liked to believe otherwise, she was not invincible, and adrenaline could only take her so far.
Easing up her grasp on Jas' shoulder, she let out a relieved sigh as the pain eased to something more manageable, making sure to keep a hand pressured down against it so she didn't bleed too much, calling out to one of the cops as they passed. "Hey! You got a first aid kit in your car?" The officer nodded, pointing to his own car and Mia started to push past the formed audience, chuckling at their ecstatic cheers as she reached the car, pulling the door open and sitting herself in the seat, feet still out on the road as she reached back into the car, finding the bandages of a first aid kit and starting to wrap up her waist.
"Ya know, I should be ashamed that I let him get that hit in, but suddenly all I'm feeling is sad. Cause now when Batman asks me 'do you bleed' I gotta say yes.~" Sharing a cheeky smirk with Jaz for a moment, Mia glanced over to some eager looking fans who happened to be in the right place to catch her show, gesturing for them to come over with her free hand and taking a small pad and pen from the first of about 3, maybe 4 fans, though the fourth didn't seem too confident in coming over. All the same Mia idly signed RedHorn, with the curved top half of the R decorated like it was a horn itself.
"Sorry, didn't mean for this to turn into the Mia show..." Leaning back on her hand as she signed off the last little fan's shirt, Mia glanced across to Jas and gave her a smile. "Probably wasn't the best ride along too...I mean I walked into a hostage situation and you were the one to disarm it. Plus you kept the crowd in check...makes me realize how much I leave that to the police. Heheh." Smiling up at Jaz a bit more calmly she offered. "What'ya say we take a walk back? I know a good pizza place we can grab lunch?" It would also have a few shady alleyways were they may run into another handful of crime that Jaz may be able to lend a more thorough hand in.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 16, 2019 4:44:03 GMT -4
Snorting with mild amusement, Jaz pat Red Horn's hand as it landed on her shoulder. The two of them made for the nearest police car so the older female could patch herself up before they continued with their escapade. A short chuckle left the younger blonde at the Batman comment, "Yes well Superman's overrated anyway," she added with a small smirk on her face. Intently, she watched as fan after fan approached, feeling a little curious. Was this what being a Pro gave you? Superstar status? She wasn't necessarily against it - at the very least it gave the common folk someone to look up to. But, at the same time, she could see how some Pros could let it go to their head. Well... as long as the Pro Heroes did their job it didn't necessarily matter, she figured.
"I mean, shit happens, right? Probably not a good example to give but I've gotten injured in spars when I shouldn't have. It's all a learning process, what matters next is how we digest what happened and grow better from it, y'know?" Jasmine explained. It was part of her own personal philosophy. A mistake is good so long as you learn from it. Heck, the Noir used everything as a learning experienced - she's learned that that is a very healthy and productive way to approach things.
"Oh don't you worry about that. Just enjoy it while it lasts," Jasmine added, leaning against the police car while Mia went ahead to sign autographs, "I fully intend to scoop up your entire following as soon as I go Pro, Horny," she added, a short snicker leaving her lips as she folded her arms beneath her sizable bust, watching the spectacle unfolding before her. While it was a peculiar sight to someone who's secretly worked as a vigilante before, praise from citizens wasn't something necessarily... foreign to her. Then again she was also used to getting shit on by the same citizens so her view of it might have been a little jaded. "Hey, shit had to be done. I was really only there to make your fight as smooth as possible and look at the end result. You saved the day. I don't care if I don't get any recognition so long as people are safe, y'know?"
"Besides, the ride along's not over. Let's get that pizza you said - I'm actually fucking starving - and then I expect we'll find a dickwad or two doing some shady shit we can flush down the toilet. So lead the way."
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Post by Mia Kearney on Jan 16, 2019 10:10:56 GMT -4
Done patching herself up and dealing with her fans, Mia eased up to stand, wincing a little at the patched wound rubbing into itself the wrong way as it settled. Yeah she, she COULD ignore this and titan motion all the way home, but she didn’t want to. That just wasn’t something she was gonna wanna do any time soon. “Yeah, sitting and enjoying a pizza while this fucker calms down is definitely sounding like a plan right now…besides. We best get moving.” She rolled back her shoulders, spotting the fans she’d had a brief interaction with in a small huddle giggling about the fact they got to talk to her. “I don’t exactly like to take credit when a vigilante’s helped me out, so the less of the spotlight I soak up here, the better.”
With a light pat on Jaz’s back the blonde Oni got moving, walking naturally down a street or two, but cutting herself short when she spotted an alleyway that didn’t seem to come to a dead end, pointing her thumb down the length of it. “Hey pizza place is just a road or two down, wanna cut through here? See if we can find another shortcut?” She smirked and joked, nudging Jaz with her elbow. “Might find a dickwad or two as well if we keep our eyes peeled.”
(leaving the punks jaz beats set up to you just so you can give her the right motivation to go wild on ‘em., I’ll NPC them once you set it up if you prefer)
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 1, 2019 18:59:13 GMT -4
Humming to herself, Jasmine nodded and began following Red Horn down several alleyways, her hands lazily behind her back as she yawned. Any other student would've probably been shaken by what had just transpired, especially with how the older blonde had been stabbed and all that. But for Jasmine, though... at some point things like that had become the norm. First aid was something she had very quickly learned how to apply, both to others and herself when push came to shove. Nothing, though... nothing came close to what it felt like for Jasmine to have to sear her own wounds shut so she didn't pass out. It had happened three times in total - two back in NYC, and the last time was during the circus thing that had rolled into town when an honest to God lion had torn her stomach open.
She still had the scars that told those stories. Both physical and mental. Scars that wouldn't ever go away.
It was probably during the first time that she had to resort to these methods that Jasmine Noir had actually lost consciousness from pain alone. Being thirteen years old and having to do something like that to herself just to survive wasn't exactly an ideal situation to grow up in, but it was exactly that that enabled the young lioness to be able to take situations like the one that had just transpired as just another day in the office. It was this same preparation that put her head and shoulders above her peers. That and how much she's fought before having developed an innate instinct for fighting in her, deeply ingrained in her mind to the point that it had become part of her... not that she was really complaining. C'est la vie.
She was surprised how robust the other blonde was, though. Yeah, she was built like a tank, that was for sure. The woman had undoubtedly seen and dealt with her own fair share of shit considering how strong she was - no one person was this strong without having some baggage. Or, well, at the very least dealt with a few very distasteful situations. Jasmine smiled a borderline invisible smile; while she borderline hated the idea that other people go through shit just as she was (because she'd rather they live a calm and peaceful life), she took a strange solace in the fact that she wasn't alone in the fight. Ironic, really.
"Onwards! To hunt the dickwads!" Jasmine announced, a short chuckle following her words as the two of them rounded the corner and walked down a somewhat decrepit alley. To be fair Jasmine was pretty damn hungry, then again after the little show she saw not five minutes ago she was just as hungry for a fight as she was for a fuckin' Hawaiian Pizza.
Yeah, she was okay with pineapple on pizza. Fuck you gonna do about it?
Not two minutes of walking later, the two of them already came across four guys. Shady looking, all bandanna'd up and shit. Jasmine stopped in her tracks for a brief moment, noticing how all four stared at them. She met their eyes, smirking to herself. Definitely something shady going on. Alright, fair enough. And so before one of the guys managed to say what was just about to roll out of his dumbass mouth, Jasmine said his exact words for him.
"Fuck you looking at?"
(Yes, please do the NPC thing!)
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Post by Mia Kearney on Feb 5, 2019 7:35:26 GMT -4
Mia had no idea what sort of monster she had by her side, but it seemed she may soon learn when the girl made her order for pizza. As of right now though she was just starving, and while she wouldn't enjoy it, she could devour a hawaiin if it just meant getting some food in her for the day. her muscle mass meant she was constantly burning calories and could eat like a hippo, especially after a fight, even one as small as that.
Her eyes had been rolling into the back of her head, licking her lips as she expected them to get to the place without incident, but as Jas brought her back to reality with her words, Mia herself immediately tensed her muscles, and regretted it soon after as it aggrivated her gut wound. Shit. This was totally something she could fight through but she wasn't too eager to all the same. Her shoulders sank back a little and she let out a hot breath as she realized she could fight, but in her current state, she just didn't want to, and as such her potentially huge physique remained in it's more relaxed state. Still big and strong, but not as 'hulkish' as it could be, giving the punks a bit more confidence thanks to not knowing what they were about to potentially go up against.
"Look I'm sure whatever you little shits are doing it can wait till after I'm fed so why don't you all pretend you didn't-"
"Da fuck am I lookin' at!?" Mia pulled back a little, clearly ignored in the situation and flicking her gaze to Jaz, wondering how the little protege she'd adopted was going to be handling this situation as it went on, gaze turning back to the thugs as their apparent leader stepped forward. Even with the Bandana he clearly had a quirk, red scales instead of skin and pretty sharp claws. Mia wouldn't put a fire breath past them with a look like that. "Listen Blondies, I dunno where ya think ya are but ya'll better skeddadle before we make mince meat of yas!"
One of the less intimidating boys, a little gelatainous, like the blob from the x-men comics, bigger than all the others but not as 'forward' despite his size, quietly spoke up. "Er..chief I don't think you wanna mess with the big one. She's been on the news...thing she's like an ogre or something..."
One of the kids in the back scoffed, scrawnier than either of the first two, slapping his hand into his knee, an explosion of static sparks coming off his hand as he gestured to Mia. "Ogre!? Like Shrek!?"
The group burst out into chuckles from behind their bandannas, but the leader made sure it was short lived. He stepped up, and, despite the fact he had fucking claws, took out a switch blade and twirled it between his fingers before getting into a more 'ready' position. "Look Mama Shrek, why don't you run along and take baby donkey with ya?" He then turned the gaze to Jaz and winked. "No offense babe, but I ain't lookin' for any ass right now.~"
Mia was briefly tempted to commend the kid on the witty wombo combo of donkey and ass, but there was a harsh glare in her eyes all the same, the look shifting to Jaz as she just stepped back, speaking in a low tone.
"All yours."
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 8, 2019 15:48:00 GMT -4
You know, Jasmine was a fairly composed person even on her worst days. Yeah, she had a temper. Yeah, she tended to lash out. But under normal circumstances the blonde lioness was an individual who was capable of keeping her cool. Hell, she had even learned to ignore half the shit people said and just walked away. Yep, just take that verbal feces, store it in a small box with a small key and throw it down the gutter of the darkest recesses of her brain, never to be touched again. Simple as that.
Today, though? Today was different. Today Jasmine had been witness to quite the brawl, one made ten times cooler by simple fact that it was an actual honest to God Pro fucking Hero participating and kicking a dumbass villain's ass while saving the life of a poor innocent bystander. Sure, the fight had ended pretty damn quickly, but holy fuck was she happy she was able to see Red motherfucking Horn mop the floor with that frog degenerate from before. It was one of those sights you needed to see to restore your faith in a broken humanity, y'know?
Then again something like that probably made sense only in Jasmine's twisted understanding of the world.
But, well, coming back to our earlier point, Jasmine Noir, as previously stated, was a relatively level-headed individual. However due to circumstances mentioned above she was on edge. Giddy. Trembling with anticipation, if you would. She had this urge to punch someone - or something - in the face, and while she was capable of hiding it pretty damn well when some assholes weren't looking at them like they were some disposable meat suits, now she was positively livid. The more words came out of those dipshits' mouths, the deadlier her aura became. It was like one of those scenes in random slice of life animes when a girl got so pissed by something a dude said she suddenly turned super saiyan. Yup, exactly like that.
"Donkey, huh..." Jasmine's voice was low, sinister even. Her blonde fringe had covered her eyes, cast a shadow over glowing crimson orbs as she stared dead in the face of her next punching bags, "You don't have to tell me, looks like I found my dickwads."
The second those words left the American's mouth, two hands were slung backwards. One simultaneous explosion from each hand was enough to send a grinning Jasmine rocketing towards the leader much alike an actual missile. The action was so fast and abrupt the guy never even had enough time to open his mouth, let alone reinforce a defensive stance... if he was even capable of one, that is.
As she approached, Jasmine raised her right knee, using the force of her prior explosion to slam it right into the face of the scaly bastard. Chipped a tooth? Hell, broke one or two? Maybe even broke his jaw? Fuck knows. But what was obvious was how he was sent flying a good ten feet back from the singular kick alone.
Jasmine simply landed on her feet, a grin on her face as she motioned for the little group to 'come at her' with one hand, "This baby donkey is right here, boys."
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Post by Mia Kearney on Feb 11, 2019 8:05:52 GMT -4
Lifting her arm to Jaz’s side against the sudden explosions blaring out beside her face, Mia watched as her little blonde dynamite rushed off towards the thugs, a fanged grin forming on her lips just from watching her rocket across the field towards the little gang and letting out a sharp whistle the moment the crack of the first punk’s jaw hit her pointed ears, slamming her palms together in applause as the entire gang of dickwards was taken by surprise.
On the dickwads ends of things, the scaly leader of the bunch had been baring his fangs and his blade with a cheeky smirk till the chick he’d decided to call a donkey suddenly blasted towards him like a literal missile. He coughed up something that seemed to be the start of a fire breath, but literally choked up in fear and ended up belching a very brief and very pathetic ring of fire as he stumbled backwards. His chin was lifted as he stumbled, in the perfect position to be outright clocked by Jaz’s own Knee, and off balance he easily went a fair distance behind the rest of his crew, each of them getting a front row seat to the same sickening crack that the ogre was clapping away to back down the alleyway.
“The fuck boss!?” The lankier of the remaining punks cried out, watching as their scaly leader did a flip as they skimmed across the ground before landing in a heap at the other end of the alley way. The small skinny one definitely didn’t seem too keen despite his confidence a second ago, while lard-ass mc-tubby seemed to go from mr shy to mr angry in just a handful of second, linking his two pudgy hands above his head and slamming them down were Jaz stood, hard enough to crack the pavement if she were to move out of the way.
“YOU HURT THE CHIEF!” He yelled through gritted teeth, the two other little hoodlums backing off a little as their jellatounous titan charged after the blonde. He was slow, but he was big, and by the looks of things probably ready to absorb a fair chunk of damage before he had any intention of going down. The once shy fellow seemed to almost go dead in the eyes with rage from the shock of his chief going down, chasing down the blonde with a flurry of, while still slow, surprisingly fast for his size punches and wild swings of his arms.
“Yo jaz when ya take ‘im down say something cool for me! I’m sure there’s a whole array of fat jokes we can work with here!” Should Mia have been making fun of someone who probably had the worl’d biggest quirk fuelled thyroid problem? Probably not, but as much as the wound in her side was still stinging (making her lean against the alleyway wall) she was hyped for her little companion for the day to tear into these guys like a proper hero, which meant for all intents and purposes, Mia was her adoring audience for the day!
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Mar 18, 2019 6:16:40 GMT -4
“Oh. Oh shit. Dude’s weak as hell,” the blonde American said as she blinked almost dumbly, a hand on her hip as she leaned forward. Another hand was just above her eyes to supposedly shield her from the sunlight as she watched their ‘chief’ get blasted into next week almost as though she was surprised to see what happened. “Did the donkey bite back a little too hard? Aw shucks, that’s gotta smart. Hope ya didn’t chip a tooth there, chief.”
Though very quickly she croaked out a confused huh? as she looked up to see the previously very quiet human globe suddenly went volcanic. With a loud huff Jasmine hopped backwards, avoiding the smash that, to her surprise, managed to crack the pavement. She whistled, “Even the street couldn’t handle this much weight. Color me impressed, Big Mac.” The jabs were childish at best and honestly more often than not Jaz would be above shit like that but… in this case? They were some asshole thugs with big mouths anyway so she might as well have a little fun?
“Whoa there. Don’t pult a m-... muscle? Does that even apply?” The blonde American managed to confuse herself three times over as the big guy charged right at her. She figured he might’ve been quite fast considering his size but damn. “Jesus, start rolling and I might call you Aki...michi? I think that was the name of that human meatball. Gorororororo~”
“Ah?!” Jasmine called out when she heard Mia speak, “Don’t you think he already has a whole fat load of confidence issues?” Darting to the side, Jasmine’s eyes narrowed as she whipped herself around the massive lard and extended her arm towards his back. “Mother… fucker!” She growled out as an explosion went off from her palm, rocking the area they were in.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 18, 2019 7:05:33 GMT -4
“That or you’re strong as hell!” Red horn called back from down the alley, snickering a little as she folded her arms and leaned against the wall. She rolled her head back, treating this whole situation, despite the danger, with nothing but a relaxed expression, idly rubbing her neck as she watched Jaz really get into the zone here, chuckling a little at her quips as she watched the girl not only style on these fuckers but get a few cheeky words in as she did.
She’d watch the fight go on, whistling with a bit of an impressed tone as lard ass cracked the pavement, the raging little meatball rushing after Jaz the moment they got a chance to, surprisingly fast for his size, but that still didn’t say much. Even if Jaz didn’t have her explosions she’d still out pace the tubby fucker and Mia had no doubt of that as she watched her all but dance around behind him, ready to blast him in the back, chuckling all the while at her jokes and even offering a slow but mildly enthusiastic clap as she cracked off the last.
Mr Tubby himself had the issue of the blast at his back he now had to deal with. With the momentum he’d had charging towards the blonde to try and get in another strike, the blast was enough to topple him literally head over heals, falling forward, over his own head, and landing on his back. It was clear from the sound of him the attack hadn’t actually hurt that much, but lard lad didn’t seem to have the capacity to get up off his back, wiggling helplessly and reaching out to Mia a few feet away. “OH hell no kid, not after you messed with my girl. Don’t worry there’s police just down the street, I’m sure if you wobble loud enough they’ll come get ya eventually!~”
(at this point, sorry as I forgot a lot of the details of the thugs. I know the fire breather and lard lad are out and there should be two more, gonna try and make up some fresh details for them while im at work)
The two remaining thugs bared their fangs but in two different expressions. One of them sprouted talons from the end of his baggy sleeves, baring his fangs ready for battle. The other? Not so much. He bared his fangs in a timid expression, suddenly turning on his heel and darting down the other end of the alleyway.
“Hey! The fuck you doing!?”
“They’re taken’ out chief and tubby! I ain’t stickin’ around for this!”
The one that remained cawed in frustration after his cowardly alley. Ironically the one with traits of a bird not being the one to turn chicken. Mia huffed through her nose as she watched, the bird boy sprouting black wings that stretched out wide enough to imply they could easily bring him to fly, his talons sharp and ready to face the dynamite blonde, but Mia meanwhile didn’t want any of them getting away too readily from this.
“Focus on bird boy I got the run away!” She hissed a little even as she tensed her muscles, the stab wound still being a bit of a bitch. With a kick from the ground she started to run up along the wall up over both their heads, before bounding from one wall of the alleyway to the next like an intense game of hop-skotch, bounding over the head of the run away goon and landing at the end of the alleyway to stop him. “Not so fast kid.
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“HEY! You don’t get off either!” The bird boy yelled. He’s throw a wing out towards Jaz, a shotgun blast of sharp tipped feathers flung down the alleyway before the bird boy turned to try and grab Mia before she’d reached the end of the alley, likely leaving them wide open for a solid few seconds.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Mar 25, 2019 20:16:49 GMT -4
After the... let's just call him severely overweight felon fell down without being able to get back up Jasmine could've sworn she felt the ground quake a little. Jesus she's seen shit like this in America but at least with how much fast food they sold over there and the prices at which they went making them sell like hot cakes it made sense. People were walking around with bellies larger than Darren's ego and on some level seeing at least one person like that per hour had become something of a norm. Here, in Japan though? Shit, she forgot when was the last time she'd seen someone as... inflated as this kid was. What the fuck were his parents doing letting him get this damn fat?
In which case, the sight of him being unable to even stand back up on his feet made her sigh tiredly as she scratched her temples and shook her head. Here I wanted an actual fight, she thought bemusedly with furrowed brows as she watched him reach for Mia, the pro only barely bothering to blow him off.
Before long the fight went in a completely different direction than what she would've expected. The two remaining hooligans looked like they were rearing to go... until one of them tucked tail and ran. Aw man, picking fights and clearing out was such a pussy move. It left a bad taste in her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I got this one-" she would've said while waving the older blonde off... until a shotgun of jagged feathers came at her at great speeds, fully intending to skewer her like a fucking shish kebab if she wasn't careful. The blonde lightly clicked her tongue as she pushed her arm forward, pointing an open palm at the incoming projectiles. One detonation later the feathers had been all but blown away with dust rising in the small alley they were in.
"You're gonna have to-" after Jasmine swiped at the dust to clear her vision as she spoke she cut herself off mid-sentence when she realized the fucking bird-brain was ignoring her to go after Mia. "Oh no you fucking don't!" She growled out, eyes narrow and dangerous. Very quickly the younger American collected a sizable amount of C2N14x into her feet and launched herself into the air like a rocket, appearing above the flying vandal in but a moment's notice. Gritting her teeth as she raised her hands up the second she was above him the blonde released another explosion that would've sent her barreling into the guy with her feet slamming into the top of his head. With any luck this would end the fight quickly and without much of a fuss so Jasmine could one up Red Horn and catch the kid she was chasing. Though, at the same time Jasmine couldn't lie; she was kind of expecting these remaining two to give her a little more of a fight.
Hell, maybe even that chief fellow would get back up. You never knew with these types.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 27, 2019 9:43:14 GMT -4
Mia watched as Jaz rocketed through the alleyway above, no slouch and trained to spot when threats were incoming, as she landed hard at the other end of the alleyway she was ready to take on the fleeing coward and the talon bearing thug that was rushing towards her, but just as she thought Jaz easily seemed to have that covered, leaving the blonde grinning wide watching her come down hard on the thug’s head like a tonne of bricks propelled by explosives, slamming him down into the ground with some ease. While the toad earlier at least had the competency and desperation to put up some measure of a fight for Mia herself, seemed these goons were far more bark than bite and went down like paper. In fact-…
Seeing his companions dropping around him, the last of the hooded goons yelped at the explosive crashing sound behind him, looking between both of the dangerous blondes with terrified little squeaks escaping his lungs and just crouching down low, hands over his head, not even about to try and get out of this. “O-okay okay! You win! On the chief’s behalf I’m sorry just don’t aim for the face oh god please!”
Mia snickered and scoffed at how quickly he turned into a yellow belly coward seeing the tides turn against him, Red horn herself casually gesturing to the punk as he cowered in his little crouch. “Personally I’m of the mind we let ‘em go, ‘sup to you though really. I gotta play by the rules buuuuut…” She glanced around, almost sarcastically but with a little bit of seriousness given how close they were to the edge of the alleyway, and thus the main street, but feeling okay she ended up speaking with some confidence. “I don’t see anyone around here who’s gonna care, so it’s all down to you blondie…~”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Mar 27, 2019 19:55:45 GMT -4
When Jasmine finally felt the ground on her feet (or rather the ground against the punk's face) she released a heavy breath. Stepping away from the thug she realized she had knocked the everliving daylights out of him. Scratching her cheek with a bit of a perplexed expression on her face the blonde gave him a light shove with her foot. The resulting grunt from him set her mind at ease a little. Jasmine Noir was notorious for doing much more damage than she ever intended and it had become almost like second nature for her by now to always check if she had gone too far. Could never be too careful, especially with an explosive landing like that.
She quirked a brow after turning over her shoulder and listening to how the last remaining kid held his hands behind his head almost as though they were going to arrest him. What were they? Cops? While Mia could be considered as something of a police figure, Jasmine surely wasn't and it was clear by the way Red Horn spoke that she acknowledged that fact... and was willing to turn a blind eye had the lioness decided to dish out some street justice. Y'know, for the briefest of moments the lioness actually considered it. A few good punches to the face would've been only right considering the shit these punks kept spewing before everything was said and done. It was kind of funny to see the last guy this desperate. Though, at the same time... also kind of sad.
"Nah," Jaz finally said after a brief pause, shaking her head as she did so. Shrugging nonchalantly, she began approaching the last remaining ruffian. "If I went through with it, I wouldn't be any better than the very same assholes I decided to put a stop to back home. Besides, I'm not a vigilante anymore. Swore to go by the rules and all that. Might as well uphold that promise otherwise there's really no point in me being here," she explained, several memories washing over her in regards to some of her past endeavours on the streets of Brooklyn.
After the lioness approached the covering punk, she crouched down in front of him with a rather disinterested expression, "That doesn't mean you get to go off scott free, though," the girl began. "Dude, go home. Go to school. Find a job. Whatever. Anything that's not hanging around in alleys being a waste of space. You're better than that. You got a future. And had it not been us that you decided to bother that knife you pulled might've just fucked all of that up," after she was done saying what she was saying, Jasmine flicked his forehead. While that flick might've been nothing major in retrospect, from Jasmine one flick was enough to shake the guy's brain up a little.
Another sigh left the lioness' lips as she stood back up, pulling the kid with her before dusting him off, completely ignoring his utterly dumbfounded face staring back at her, "Come on, get your friends and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind."
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