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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 18, 2018 21:37:50 GMT -4
"Ooo~raaaa!"
A loud roar figuratively pierced the air, traveling from the back alleys of Tokyo out to the shopfronts, as an over-sized bowling ball made out of a smashed trash-can blasted through the wall of a blessedly empty storage warehouse, ending with enough power to crater into a metal shipping container on the other side. The vigilante, Tinpin, turned the light of her yellow eyes upon the wreckage with the vague knowledge that the's made a mistake, then turned her attention back on her criminal target, who had evaded her attack by miraculously growing stilts out of his legs at the last second. Her stupefied frown turned into a larger scowl as a guttural growl began in her throat; she bared her fangs at the robber, who still had his arms full with an expensive television he had somehow managed not to drop. Frightened, but victorious, the man clasped his hands onto the roof of the same warehouse and disappeared out of sight.
"Oh-ho, no ya don't! Get back here, Stilts!" she complained, nicknaming her target while simultaneously chasing him. Dressed in her vigilante guise, with her ponytail up and her body clad in white, woolen gear, she entered an unlady-like, bow-legged pose and began grasping the wall of the warehouse with her over-sized hands and pulling her way up. As she got half the way up, she noticed the hole she'd left earlier. "Gaddamit..." she swore, realizing there was a fairly good likelihood someone had been injured by her reckless attack, as her target had fully evaded her high-speed attack. Admitting defeat against this particular criminal, she climbed down a ways and got down on her hands and knees, sticking her butt up as she poked her face against the wall.
Using her quirk she shined a beam of light using one of her horns to see inside the darkened building. She realized that, thankfully, the building was nothing more than an abandoned warehouse, meaning there had been limited potential for damage. Someone was going to have to repair this hole... and whatever her ball had hit inside. It might even be her, if she didn't get out of here before someone noticed the damage... the cops had been patrolling more often ever since she'd taken this area up on her patrol route. Pretty soon, they were going to put two-and-two together about how these perfectly shaped balls of trash kept ending up embedded in things, too. She was lucky they hadn't already, she admitted to herself.
"Aw hell," she murmured, getting the vague feeling she was being watched as the rose back up to her feet, propping one hand against the wall and nearly breaking another hole in it, leaving cracks. "Gah! If they don't want me to break crap, they oughtta stop making everything out of friggin' peanut brittle," she complained, resisting the urge to swing her fist and finish breaking the job. Slouching, she literally dragged her knuckles across the ground as she began making her way back. "Should I tell that TV store guy I didn't get his stuff back? Nah, this wasn't a job, just a thing... He's got crap luck but I guess there ain't a thing I can do about it now," she sighed, sticking out her lower jaw and working it back and forth irritably. Anyone who'd seen the whole altercation would have plenty to complain about, given that she'd accomplished nothing but property damage with the exchange.
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Post by Christopher Clearwater on Nov 18, 2018 22:02:32 GMT -4
The night time life didn’t fully agree with Christopher, but he was one to occasionally go drinking. That night he had been to the bar near his home and had himself a few drinks. He soon left the bar and as he walked home, he sang to himself songs from his home country. Most of them were drinking songs, a light and happy step in christophers movements. As he sang he even danced a little finishing off the 6th beer of that evening before tossing it into a nearby dumpster. Just then the side of the warehouse he was walking past exploded outwards behind him.
He turned a little drunk as he stared at it. Before long he made his way into the hole and looked around, soon finding a… ogre? He stepped closer and spoke clearly and loudly, despite being drunk he kept himself mostly proper. “Hey! You do this?” He pulled out his Hero Licence. “Sentinel, Now show me your Hero licence please.” He had hoped this person was just a newbie hero and not a vigilante, cause if they were, hed have to arrest them and bring them in. “Come on, Show me.”
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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 19, 2018 0:19:04 GMT -4
The vigilante skulking away from the scene of property damage through the night looked up; as it turned out, shining yellow eyes and horn-tips didn't aid her in making a discrete getaway, nor did the rest of her appearance. She narrowed her eyes and squinted through the darkness at him, momentarily turning her headlights to thin beams. The alley suddenly smelled even more like booze than it had a moment ago, and to her surprise, the reason for that was the arrival of the blustery older guy. He looked like he was probably three or four sheets to the wind, in her estimation; she'd had a fair amount of experience dealing with drunkards, as one does in the back alleys. "First time I ever seen a hero this drunk, though," she thought to herself, showing her thoughts a bit too clearly on her now scowling face.
"Hero license?" she asked, her jaw tightening up. She wasn't one to lie, and even if she was, this time, she'd been caught with her pants down, figuratively. "Sorry, I left my douchebag license in my other skirt," she taunted him, curling her lip distastefully. "Listen, I put that hole there trying to take down another hole: an asshole, specifically, makin' off with somebody's TV! Why don't we let it slide, okay, Gramps?" she encouraged him, while tilting her jaw up slightly and crossing her heavy forearms one over the other. "You can call me Tinpin. I'm one of the good guys, but you come at me and I'll show you my ass-kicking license," she warned, already beginning to uncross her arms and flex her over-sized fingers in preparation for combat.
"Crap... this guy looks old. That pro hero license is probably for real," she thought to herself in a frustrated monologue, vaguely regretting a few things she'd said to taunt him already. "I can't tell what sorta crap he's got up his sleeves, but if I break a hero's legs, they're not gonna let me go without looking for me. Doubt these bastards get scared off by warning shots either. I'm just gonna have to fight him to a draw, then make a run for it... Or maybe he'll fall into another damn dumpster." A girl could hope, right?
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Post by Christopher Clearwater on Nov 19, 2018 22:42:55 GMT -4
Christopher sighed frustrated, the last thing he wanted to do was fight while drunk. But he also couldn’t just let this… person go. He couldn’t tell if it was male or female. He undid his tie as he looked at the ogre before noticing the ogre was flexing their strangely large hands and forearm. Christopher hadn’t wanted to fight before, but it was obvious he was going to have to. Christopher walked slowly around them in a circle. He was trying to work the alcohol as best out of his mind as he could. He settled into a battle stance slowly settling into a boxers stance.
He didn’t give his target a chance to act or fight back, as he surged forward with a boxers lunge. He rushed toward the target and with a half crouch, he pushed upwards into a heavy uppercut. His body may have appeared old, but his muscles were well maintained. He followed through the uppercut with a Second uppercut from his other arm. He then stepped back shaking his fists as he went to grab the ogre and restrain them. His arm wrapped around her body, only to suddenly pull away as Christopher realized the ogre was a woman. “Forgive me!” he said loudly, and coughed. “I did not intentionally do that. I mean the punches yes and the restraining but i…. Did not think you were a woman.”
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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 20, 2018 0:12:04 GMT -4
For a second, it looked like the inebriated Sentinel was going to go past without bugging Bashura further. As she watched him continue circling in the narrow alleyway, she realized that he wasn't moving away, just around. His intentions became more evident as he settled into the low-shouldered starting stance of a boxer, with raised fists. She watched him with a stupid frown for a moment, then grinned in spite of herself. "Ha... hyahaha! Oh, that's pretty rich! You wanna go hand to hand? I might have the advantage here!" she jeered, beginning to raise her over-sized forearms into an untrained mimicry of his own style.
Like a ball straight down the center, the hero's fist went through the lane formed by her two arms coming together and buffeted her once in her blessedly thick jaw. She felt her fangs clacking together and her own chin shooting up unbidden. Her lights shot into the air as her eyes reeled from the attack. She could only be thankful that she hadn't left room for a second punch to get in, and batted away his eager hand instead with one barrel-like arm. As she was still stumbling back, the man moved in to grapple her and prevent a counterattack. To her surprise, the drunk old guy began groping her unfortunately barren chest- accidentally, of course. Even with so little there, he would be able to feel the swell beneath the woolen sweater top of her costume.
This actually aggravated her more than the punch, because she had no idea how to respond to it. Her red face began to glow slightly pinker as she shot her beams up and down her costume, as if to give him a clear look at her skirt and leggings in the light. "You jaggoff, what kind of guy wears a dress?!" she complained beligerantly, pulling out the hem slightly with one meaty finger. A less impulsive person than her might forgive him, given the low light in the alley and her man-like profile.
She cracked her neck and scowled. "That's some punch you got there, though. That your quirk? To punch like a gaddamm freight train?" the vigilante barked, finding it hard to believe that an ordinary punch could have rung her bell so hard. "But we all know what happens to a freight train when it hits a brick wall!" The correct answer was probably that they both took significant damage and ended up in a pile of wreckage, but she chose to believe the wall won.
Sniffing, Bashira thumbed at her angular nose, which felt a bit more angular still now, and also bloody. "You got one sucker punch, but I'm ready now," she boasted, but that wasn't fully true. The fact of the matter was that the guy's boxing was so quick and pinpoint, she couldn't afford to drop one of her arms to grab anything to throw at him. With her usual strategy obsolete, she clicked on her lights to get a better look at his stance, then approached with both arms up. "Hoof!" she grunted, clutching both fists together and thrusting out both chunky wrists as she got within range. It was an attempt to bat him in the face, as repayment from earlier, and hopefully push him back with a sheer show of force from her quirk.
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Post by Christopher Clearwater on Nov 23, 2018 20:28:29 GMT -4
The bell had been rung, literally and figuratively. But even with that brief exchange he could already feel himself becoming a little clearer, his body speeding away to metabolize the booze he had drank. But he didn’t give it a chance to get to far before he had to defend himself. A simple double fist punch, the she-ogre was using her massive hands to try to push him away. He responded with his own massive hand using his quirk to transform into his Golem self as he slammed both of his own fists against hers. His body was growing larger, as he walked toward using his growing mass to push her aside with his own bulk.
The stone plating began to grow and slide against each other as the bleached white stone became apparent in the she-ogres light. He flexed his back muscles as stone wings, largely useless for flight, grew from his shoulder blades. His skin hardening in the places new plates could not grow. He stopped moving as he looked down at the she-ogre. He was silent for a moment, before he turned back quite suddenly. He ran to a nearby trashcan and puked directly into it. He panted for a second before cleaning himself up as best he could and looking to the she-ogre. “Listen…. I don’t honest… feel great, using my quirk while drunk isn’t fun… So just give up, allow me to take you in, and we can work on getting youa proper licence.”
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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 26, 2018 0:45:46 GMT -4
One consequence of raising one's over-sized forearms into a bludgeoning shield, hiding one's face in the process, that Bashira had not foreseen: the obscuring of one's frontal vision. As such, she was unprepared when her relatively tough arms were challenged by an even more relatively tough set of fists. As her own arms shot back, uncomfortably smearing her face against her tree-trunk-like wrists, she found herself questioning if this was the same level of punching power, or if she had pissed off somebody new and earned herself an even more forceful punishment.
As it turns off, her suspicion wasn't too far off the mark. The already tall, beefy Christopher had been replaced by an even taller being with rock in the place of beef. Going into the fight, Bashira had been expecting that the power of her quirk, including hardened skin and super strength, had a chance for win against the old guy's experience, but now, it looked like she was going to lose out even in that regard.
Whatever tension she had been feeling drained out as she watched the stoney creature run over and puke into a can. "Geeze, buddy, are you really a pro?" Bashira asked, walking over to pat him on the back instinctively. She had seen a lot of guys hurl into the trash, living in the alleys, and had developed a certain sympathy for them.
His next line was to insist she give up, live with him, and become a licensed hero. "Uh huh, I get that first part. But what the what is goin' on with the rest of it?" Bashira questioned, suddenly feeling a little like throwing up into a trash can herself. "I gotta admit... you know your stuff when it comes to fist fighting, and uh, being super tough with the armor and everything. Not sure one of my fastballs would get through that. But come on, you uh..." she winced. Her first instinct was to tell the guy he didn't seem like the type who should be adopting anyone. "Uuuh, forget it."
She backed up while she could, raising her hands as she anticipated her answer being taken poorly. "I get that you want like... a sidekick or whatever crap you heroes do, but you're barking up the wrong alley," she responded, shining her horn-lights around the alley to show her how literally she meant that. "You need to get home and uh... purge. And I need to get outta here," she grumbled, leaving out her reason for wanting to do so, which was to avoid more heat coming on her for the property damage.
She decided she'd relied on her words enough and it was time to focus on her escape again. She turned and began running a bit like a gorilla, springing with her legs while carrying herself forward using her arms. "You'll forget about all this tomorrow! And maybe like... everything for a few hours before this too. Booze, man! Booze!" she lectured him, while heading towards the shadows further down the alley.
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Post by Christopher Clearwater on Nov 26, 2018 11:53:31 GMT -4
Christopher groaned softly and puked again into the bin as wiped his mouth clean.the she-ogre had spoken to him and then began to leave. But as she did Christopher yelled out to her. “Youll get away today… But I will find you and bring you into justice one way or another. Vigilantes cant exist in a world of heroes. They aren’t accountable for the people they hurt or kill.” He looked at her as she continued to leave. “What is your name?” He made sure to take as best of a mental picture of what he could see in the dark alley.
Following that, once she left he straightened his back and groaned a bit. Old age was catching up with him. He might need to retire. But before he could, he would bring this young girl over to the side of the heroes… and imprison her with the other vigilantes. Even if the heroes had begun as such, there were rules now. To allow vigilantes was to endorse others breaking the law as well. There could be no middle ground in this evergrowing fight against the heroes and villains. He groaned again as he walked home. “I need a cup of tea”
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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 27, 2018 1:07:28 GMT -4
"Tenpin, call me Tenpin! Crap, wait, forget I... nrrrgh!" Bashira growled, immediately regretting giving her vigilante name to a hero who had just announced his intent to put a stop to her vigilante ways. Of course, he had gotten it once before, regardless; he was probably fishing for her real name now. "Look, you forget you saw me and I'll try to forget I saw you pukin' into a can!" she bargained, assuming the pursuer was still close behind her.
To her surprise, when she finally slid to a stop and turned around, the old man had given up pursuing. The drinking really must have taken its toll, on this night, for him to let her get away with a simple scamper like that, she figured. Suddenly, she felt her jaw working. Bashira felt a little bad for the old hero, left alone puking in a scummy alley, considering what she judged to be some empty nest syndrome on his part. "Yrrgh... I shouldn't get worked up about it," she grumbled to herself. "That bastard'll probably show up again, and at an inconvenient time too. No skin off my nose if he regrets bein' a stuffy hero or a drunk dumbass tonoght." The word "nor" was not a part of her vocabulary, unfortunately.
For now, Bashira retired into the darkness of the alleys, to find something cold to press against her bleeding nose for a while. By the next morning, she would be lucky if it hadn't swollen to be sized relative to her arms, she figured. "And if I find that stilts bastard again, I'm gonna break those things in half!" she cursed at the empty air, kicking a can against the wall, where it rattled off noisily, but thankfully, caused no further damage.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2018 16:11:07 GMT -4
Bashira - 22 exp
Christopher - 5 exp
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