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Post by Einar Erminigild on Nov 28, 2018 14:50:17 GMT -4
It was late at night, far too late for many people to be on the streets if they didn't have a good reason, especially so in this part of Tokyo. There wasn't much activity this night, but that didn't mean anyone could just go around doing their illicit businesses out in the open without a care in the world. Off in the shadow of clustered buildings with 3 entry points, lay a gathering of various drugs and different gang members, unbeknownst to anyone that wasn't concerned with the dubious dealings. They were an assorted group of people, foreigners and natives of all bloods and creeds, just trying to get ahead and settles some kind of past between them. There wasn't much light back there, just enough from a burning barrel to look around and make out vague faces and clothing, and the stashes of product were kept out of sight as much as possible. It was the middle of a discussion, hushed and serious, with tempers showing ever so slightly at the mention of...something being brought up, likely the cause of their issues. Einar hadn't really much place to be in off the streets, and while the alleys were dangerous at this time of night, it was what he did for himself and everyone else to try and keep these scummier places at least a bit safer for the regular Joes just trying to live life and get by without much trouble. As he walked, hands stuffed into his pockets and his head bowed a bit, he had noticed the faint glow of a fire striking one of the buildings. Thinking it just a homeless' fire barrel, he started to make his way toward it, as he could really use the heat right about now with this chill covering him. About halfway down the alleyway, the group had started to bicker and broke out of their quiet meeting into a bit of shouting and threats before a few authoritative figures had ordered their underlings to calm down, ordering a few of their respective member to go check out the alleyways leading in, to see if anyone had gotten curious with that burst of ruckus as unlikely as it was. Hearing heavy footsteps coming toward him, Einar searched around for somewhere to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, there wasn't any place he could find, so that only left the one option: get ready for a fight. There must have been twenty or thirty of them by the sounds of them earlier, and who knows what they could do, how many of them were Quirkers, oh joy this was going to be a fun night.
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[[Abilities: Rank]] [[-Savage Instincts: F]] [[-Agility Training: F]] [[Quirk: Rank]] [[-Demonic Tenacity: E]]
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Post by Mia Kearney on Nov 28, 2018 17:03:50 GMT -4
Quirk C
Tolerance F
Determination E
Titan motion D
While the action seemed to be going down in the alleyway, that wasn’t Mia’s approach. She’d been hearing about this little den of degenerates for quite some time, and after hearing that the distribution had gotten into the neighbourhood of her friend Anri, she wasn’t about to let it go any further. Having arrived on the scene in her hero costume, roomy, baggy brown pants, a blue rope belt, bandages around her torso and her forearms, Mia avoided the alley entirely, double checking the number of buildings on each side of the one she was facing, and even checking she was on the right side of the building so she wasn’t miscounting. Yup. This was the one.
Rolling her shoulders back, Mia lifted up her hand, sliding a small Bluetooth earpiece around her pointed ear, pulling her hands together to crack her knuckles and pop her fingers out infront of her, slowly licking her lips as she looked forward to one hell of a fun night if this was as big an operation as she’d heard. She was gonna guess a couple tens of people, definitely into the double digits. Guards, cutters, distributers, counters. Yeah. Definitely a good chunk of forces. She briefly wondered if she should have gotten back up, but she felt confident in her odds, as ever.
Rearing back, Mia didn’t even feel the need to bulk herself up to full capacity before launching the wound up fist into the center of the wall. Rather than dislodging a thick chunk all at once, the bricks of the wall shattered like a shotgun blast. Some fell harmlessly, while those right against her fist fired forward, easily knocking out a few goons from the get go and showing the room in a cloud of white smoke as a brick crashed through one of the cutting tables. The room was bewildered for a moment, but as the dust cleared and the cocky Oni stood in the freshly made hole in the wall, she pounded her fists to her chest, before gesturing for them to come and get some with a wide grin on her face.
“No one think to invite me to the party?~”
The sharp sound of metal slotting into place sounded out several times as those without quirks cocked their guns, and those with quirks ignited into various elements and mutated states. Mia wasn’t exactly eager to be riddled with holes, and slammed her heel down into the floor. The old nature of the building meant the floor consisted of square slaps of concrete, and the slammed heel tilted one right up infront of her like a wall sized shield, Mia holding it up firmly infront of her as bullets fired into the mighty shield she’d improvised, chuckling as she could feel the weight of quirkers slamming into it too to try and beat back her own muscle.
“YOU GUYS WANNA TRY HARDER!?”
Little did she know the goons in the alleyway keeping guard were rounding he corner, ready to pounce on her from behind where she’d left herself unguarded.
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Post by Aiden Gray on Nov 29, 2018 9:59:57 GMT -4
Quirk E
Krav Maga F
Shatterpoint Strike F
Suddenly, a large, dark figure dropped on the scene from one of the balconies around them, right in the middle of the group of thugs. It was big, it was heavy and it was really pissed...or really eager to throw down big time.
A long thick tail swayed around, slapping a couple of the thugs around as the weird reptilian being grabbed one of the guy in front of them and slammed them into the nearby wall with enough strenght to cause some small crusts and dust to pop off. The guy tried to grab a knife and retaliate, but all he managed to do was lodge it into the thick black scaly hide of the creature, near his shoulder. Viscous black liquid bleeded out from the wound, staining the ground below the beat's three toed claws.
The beast roared right in the guy's face, showing a row of extremely sharp fangs, while sending bits of spit ont the guy's face as well. It seemed that was the max the guy could take, as the quirkless thug's eyes rolled back into his head and their body went limp.
The weird jet black dragon like reptilian figure turned over to the other gun wielding quirkless thugs, allowing the fainted guy to drop down on the ground like a sack of potatoes. He teached up with one of his hand claws, yanking the knife out of its shoulder and slammed it into the floor.
"Alright, fuckers...who's next..." It growled, trying to hold himself from just lashing out full force against everyone else in the alleyway. The dragon was full on in an adrenaline induced frenzy. It was there to fight and break some bones. The sheer blodlust wafting off him made it clear that it wouldn't stop unless it got killed.
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Post by Einar Erminigild on Nov 29, 2018 12:31:49 GMT -4
When the three grunts spotted Einar clearly ready for a fight, it was already too late. Catching one of them off guard, he made a swift grab at a Quirkless thug's head, who immediately made a futile effort to save himself with a stab at his side before having his head smashed against the nearby wall with a crunch as it cracked open like a coconut. Pulling the knife out of his side, the loud entrances of two others that had arrived around the time, as well as the boisterous taunts and loud sounds of battle, had given him a brief opportunity for another strike, ramming the knife he had been stabbed with into one of the Quirkers' chest with a great deal of resistance as their body hardened like steel. Of course, Einar had been pretty unsuccessful in his efforts to take out two of the grunts quickly, and the knife was only good for scrap now after having been bent and broken. Naturally, just beating them both unconscious wouldn't be so easy, especially with the other Quirker now firing off what appeared to be exploding metal balls about as big as a coffee mug.
Seeing Einar hesitate for a moment, the metallic Quirker cracked his knuckles and took a few heavy swings while the other lined up a few shots with their Quirk. "Whassa matter, you afraid after seeing what we can do?!", one taunted. "HA! This chump ain't gonna take too long, let's end it and get back there! I don't wanna miss what's going on!", the other cried out with a sickening grin.
Dodging under and around the larger, metal-hardened swings, Einar swung back with stiff fists and carefully put himself between the two, using the one with the explosive balls to wear down the one. As the explosives struck the metal-bodied thug, he was only getting angrier and threatening his ally to watch his shots. Soon enough, the big metal brute had gotten fed up with this little game, and made a mad charge to grab Einar, who ducked around him with a wild look in his eye. It wasn't hard to guess what would happen next. The explosive one lost their temper at being tackled, trying to get their arms free as Einar stood above both of them, bringing his boot down on the both of them, stomping and stomping until the smaller of the two had bones broken and passed out, before rolling the bigger, denser one off onto his back and giving him a good feel of his fists until his knuckles bled and the brute was unconscious.
With a snarl and a beastly look in his eyes, Einar got up and rushed down the rest of the alley, ramming his bloodied fists into more goons' faces as he headed closer to the main opening to see Deathclaw. "Well, looks like I'm not here alone. Let's clean up out here then get inside before whoever else is in there bites off more than they can chew," he called out, rushing to attack a few of the thugs while he still had the slight advantage of surprise.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Dec 6, 2018 6:17:29 GMT -4
Mia could hear commotion from all angles. Quirks and bullets blasting into her impromptu shield, but outside the building her pointed ears could pick up more fighting. Shit she may have picked either a bad, or great time. Odds were going through her head that it was either some other heroes, or heck, vigilantes taking on some of the thugs she’d watched guarding the oh so obvious evil hideout metal door in the alley, OR, it was another gang that had chosen tonight of all nights to try and take out the competition…ah who was she kidding. Both were good! She either got to fight along some like minded people who wanted to take out this scum, or she got to fight two gangs at once! Christmas had come a month early and she was loving every second of it.
Still she couldn’t stay behind this wall forever. There appeared to be an acidic quirk user as she had to dodge a blob of green goo that had melted through the concrete slab she was using to defend herself, glancing over the top of the wall and ducking back down as she felt a bullet bounce off the hardened red shell of her horn. Phew. If she’d have gotten that thing lodged in her scar she would have been aching for weeks. She needed to think of a way to go from offense to defense, and even if it was a bit unoriginal, she held one hand on the shield she’d made to keep it up, as she reared back her other fist, and slammed it hard into the concrete. The rubble turned into a shotgun blast as it knocked back the offense focused goons and left Mia with an opening to rush forward.
“No one ever tell you fucks to say no to drugs!” Charging forward, Mia grasped one of the cutting tables by the edge, wrenching it effortlessly from the floor even with the legs seemingly bolted to the ground, whirling it about and tossing it into a group of the goons, the heavy metal furniture easily pinning a fair chunk of them. One of them tried to ‘sneak’ up on her with a battle cry, leaping up to try and stab her in the shoulder with a knife, only for a quick gut check with a sharp elbow jab to easily take him out of the action and have him dropping to the floor as he held his gut. “Looks like I’m gonna have to go PSA on your lowly asses.”
Okay not her best line. That wasn’t gonna go in the book.
“OI!” One of them cried out, a guy who looked like his skin was coated in cooling Magma. He slammed his fist into his hand, and Mia could only grin, inviting him to come take a shot, and just as the vigilantes on the outside made their way in, she took this magma villain’s own heated punch like a champ even as it turned the skin over her hardened abs red, and slammed her fist back into his own face, breaking some of the hardened magma aesthetic that he seemed to be using for armor, and throwing his body through another nearby table with the force of her punch, the blonde titan dusting herself off as the rest of the goons started to work together to push the table off of them, her red sharp eyes glancing to the black lizard and the ferocious little human, though the look in his eyes made her think mutation.
“You punks friend or foe? Ya might wanna choose wisely here.”
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Post by Aiden Gray on Dec 6, 2018 10:14:14 GMT -4
Before Mia or the other guy even finished their own phrases, the black lizard went all in on the group of thugs again. Aiden didn't care about words and stuff He wanted to fight. Hell, his body needed to fight. "More fight, less talk."
The acid spitting guy was prompty grabbed by the throat and smashed into the floor so many time the ground just caved in around the two. Any acid spilling over didn't seem to have any sort of effect on the lizard's scales. Every time it got hit, the affected area would kind of melt into a black ink like substance before hardening back up.
Deathclaw wouldn't stop there, nop. The magma guy was taken head on by the dragon like creature. Its tail would be cut off, only to have the black beast just get even more pissed at the various group of baddies all around it. A rebar was promptly yanked from its resting spot and smashed into the magma guy's face so hard that it bent. The whole scene went on as the dragon brutally engaged each and every one of the bad guys that were unfortunate enough to be in reach of his clawed hands. Anything that moved would incurr in its bloodthirsty rage.
One of the quirkers tried to blind the lizard by using his body as a flashlight. Unfortunately to him, he actually made it worse on himself. Once tackled by the incredibly larger being, the human flashlight found himself screaming bloody murder as his shoulder was impaled through the ground with the lizard's claw. The lizard seemed to be enjoying fighting a little too much, and it showed. It was ruthless aggression 24/7.
Until all of the guys attacking it would have been knocked out the thing was just going to keep assaulting them over and over again. No matter the scuffs or cuts it would get in return. It's black hide would probably get soaked in blood soon if the fight kept on going further. If anything, the dragon had already snapped a leg or two like twigs.
The few thugs still able to move somewhat okay were basically fleeing the scene, some even dropping their weapons. The thing was clear though. Never mess with Deathclaw.
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Post by Einar Erminigild on Dec 7, 2018 14:38:32 GMT -4
Between the large black monster's and Einar's tenacious ferocity, they had turned the remaining gang members into a pile of bodies and screams, though it was obviously he was trying his best to hold back with his attacks on the quirkless ones. The ones that could drag themselves away weren't of much consequence right now, and they likely wouldn't be able to do much anyway without exposing their little operations center. It had seemed like the fighting was over, for now anyway. Prodding at the leaking wound in his side with a pained growl, he clamped his hand tight on it to try and at least stifle the bleeding as he made his way over toward the significantly large, horned woman. With a stern grimace, he addressed her question of friend or foe, "I can't really speak for the big guy, but I don't have any intention on fighting you if you're here to help clean these scum-stains off the city. More help keeping the innocent people from being in the middle of all this is always welcome by me." Walking over to the cutting and packaging area, Einar sighed as he got a good look at just how much product was being moved.
Jesus, it was...way too much. Far, far too much, and they couldn't just let this shit sit here and risk it getting on the streets. Grabbing a few packages, he moved to the only thing he cold think of to get rid of this foul stuff: burn it, in that hobo fire nearby. "If you've got a better idea, you better spe-", he spoke, being cutoff suddenly with a metal chain around his neck and a vengeful clawing at his wound. One, two, three, four, five quirkers appeared out of seemingly nowhere surrounding the group, all eccentrically patterned and pierced with shit-eating grins across each and every one of their faces. The one that grabbed him must have been some kind of chameleon or invisible creep, the others likely had some similar types of stealth, be it shadow-melding or dissipation, or whatever else one could use to move around undetected.
"I gotta thank you little 'heroes'! With these assholes out of the way, we got us a whole big batch all for ourselves. Now, boys, let's clean their clocks and get outta here!", the one choking Einar cackled out, wrenching his fingers in his side wound, making him thrash with choked screams, hands busy trying to pull the chain away from his neck and starting to slip deeper into his instincts.
It wasn't very long before Einar was at his breaking point between the tearing at his wound and the choking, and began to swing himself toward whatever he could to hurt this freak. Walls, tables, drugs, anything and anything he could smash himself back first into he would. A big cloud of powdery substance erupted around the both of them as some got violently shoved off the table and covered both of them. Feeling the chain loosen at his neck for the brief moment he needed as they both choked on the drugs, Einar made a swift few elbows at his aggressor and managed to get him off his back, moving without hesitation to rake his clawed fingers across his face, bloodying his eyes, and effortlessly slamming the apparent leader down against one of the metal tables. He had tried to activate his quirk and get away as blinded as he was, but the coating of white on him made his stick out like a sore thumb much to Einar's joy as he gave chase with sputtering breaths.
"FUCK! BOSS!", one of the other gang members cried, quickly moving to grab Einar and beat him for that grievous wound on their leader. They had drawn more blood from his face and bruised his chest, but he wasn't stopping as he hatefully rammed his clawed fingers into the man's face, gouging deep into his eyes with a blood-curdling cry of agony. Returning the hard blows to the chest, Einar had clearly broken bone with an audible crack, and turning the man around and forcing him onto his knees the pain was only beginning. "You're going to tell me where you mongrels hide out!", he snarled, yelling with a terror in his voice that matched his ferocious nature. Pulling his fingers free from the gang member's face, they were red and warm, and gave the rest of the gang members a shocked pause as what was on display with one of their own, Einar shoving his boot into the man's lower back despite his pleading as his arms were pulled back farther than they could reasonably go, and pushed out with all he could muster in an effort to tear the man's arms off or break his spine, whichever came first and then inevitably the second.
It was clear that none of the remaining gang members had the gall to rush at him no matter how bad they wanted to, they were staying away from that monster destroying their ally, mustering only stuttered expletives and scared cries as he glanced around, his fangs bared and bloodlust in his eyes, as he tried to find that low-life leader of theirs to no use. There wasn't much left here as a few quirked out of the scene, presumable to flee with their tails between their legs toward their hideout, unfortunately taking a decent chunk of the drugs with them, leaving their comrade to his fate.
It wasn't long before the tortured thug spoke out, fear in his voices and bloody tears crawling down his face. "I-I-I-I....Oh god! The-they, they're going back to the place under- In the sewers! Got the place all tagged up, please just let me go! PLEASE! WE WON'T BOTHER YOU GUYS AGAIN!", he begged and screamed with bloody murder in his strained voice. At least they'd have some kind of lead to head off on, if the three decided to stick together for now, though Einar was still on high alert in his instinct-driven frenzy and his let go and shoved the man forward onto his face in the concrete. Ramming his foot down on his neck with a sickening crunch, he ripped the man's shirt off and apart, using what he could to at least try and bandage his wound and keep from bleeding out til this was over, though it was hardly effective with all the adrenaline-fueled strenuous movement he was doing, and he was looking a bit paler. If any of them could do a better job, they were welcome to try though he'd likely give a bit of a fight in his current mind.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Dec 9, 2018 10:36:05 GMT -4
With the two rushing in and the arrival of further quirk users, Mia was briefly happy to see some vigilante looking individuals who might be fighting on her side. In the case of deathclaw that hope was dashed right away. Sure he was a bit of a beast like her, but far more on the beastly side as he didn’t show an ounce of control and just continued to slam into the thugs that had emerged from under the table. Mia’s focus returned to the one who’d actually taken a moment to answer her question, a grin quickly wiped off her face as the other quirk using thugs showed up, Mia quickly preparing herself to fight them, only for the new guys to continue to steal the show…
Though…perhaps going a little too far.
While the lizard ink monster was raging himself, it was nothing compared to this guy who was literally gouging eyes out. Briefly Mia was stunned, watching it unfold as she tried to figure out the appropriate response. Though it came soon enough. This just wasn’t okay. Rushing forward, she took the back of Einar’s shirt (though she still didn’t personally know his name), lifted him off the ground like he was weightless, and briefly ignoring the raging lizard, slammed this wild demon infront of her down into the ground, pressing a knee into his back and ignoring the battered thugs who were escaping. Sure, she had to take them in, but she’d prefer not to if she had to explain how several of them were missing eyes or fucking flesh.
“THE HELL YOU PLAYING AT!?”
She pushed her hand down onto the back of his neck firmly to keep him down, glancing back to the lizard to make sure she wasn’t about to be tackled by his buddy or anything, Mia focusing her weight and strength into this demon’s back to make sure he just wasn’t an issue even as she briefly diverted her attention. She noted briefly he had some wounds of his own, but right now she had to avoid anyone else losing an eye or worse.
“Look I dunno what kind of hero or vigilante work you do in your own time, but I’d rather not have to explain away fucking missing eye balls!” She growled through gritted teeth. “I’m the hero here, I have to take all of this to the police and ‘discretely’ ignore any of you vigilantes so you don’t get in trouble, so I do not wanna be blamed for your over the top blood lust you wild little shit!”
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Post by Aiden Gray on Dec 13, 2018 4:40:58 GMT -4
Deathclaw would indeed stop only once all of the people he was fighting stopped wriggling or had fled the scene. The huge lizard stood still, growling, as if dazed by something. Then, slowly, he opened his left claw, allowingthe guy he was holding by the neck to fall down on the ground with an empty thud. Full of cuts and bruises, bleeding black ink from various wounds, the dragon raised his snout up in the sky and roared at the top of his lungs, as if he wished to assert dominance.
Then, the figure literally began to melt, before a large quantity of ink just splashed down on the floor, mixing with the blood of the other fighters. From the monster emerged a relatively young man dressed in black and gray, two blue eyes looking over to the Hero in charge stopping the other non thug guy poking eyes out. From the way she spoke the language, Aiden could pick up a distinctive american accent. His same american accent. Well...not the actual same. He was from Chicago. The lady sounded like those guys from...Kansas? Texas? Probably one of those two.
Aiden dusted off his clothes. For now his body seemed to have had enough fighting. He was not craving ink, nor he felt the urge to fight. HE was slightly battered, but nothing major. His quirk usually took the brunt of the force. Still, that didn't prevent him from feel pain. He was definitely a little sore in the spots he had been stabbed as Deathclaw.
The 29 years old man slowly made his wa to the only two still mostly unscathed beings. "So, you're the hero here? You sound too american to be native to this region. Either way, you're welcome." He commented, looking down at the two struggling with eachother. "Police will be here any time now, so I suggest you two to look presentable if you plan on taking the fame for this. Maybe next time don't poke eyes out. Usually breaking legs is the best option."
With that said, Aiden simply turned around and began walking off as if nothing had ever happened, hands inside his pockets and everything. He was just there to quench his fighting urges, whatever else the hero and the other guy did was no concern of his.
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Post by Einar Erminigild on Dec 13, 2018 13:04:31 GMT -4
Finding himself grabbed and slammed against the ground, Einar had spat out a bit of blood from the impact. Struggling to wrench himself away from the Ogress, there wasn't anything he could do with her weight pushed down into his back. As she chewed him out for going too far and how she had to deal with it, he could only snarl and bark back at her, "Well, I'm sorry if my fucking instincts make your life hard! I'm doing the best I can to keep people from getting roped into shit like this, or hurt or killed because a bunch of Quirkers are getting all strung up on drugs and they think they can do whatever the hell they want! People like that, the ones that go around using their power without any consideration for who gets hurt- If I have to be something far worse to deal with them, then that's what I'll do! NOW GET OFF OF ME SO I CAN FINISH DEALING WITH THOSE BASTARDS!" All the while he was yelling, his voice was strained and hoarse, he kept struggling to push himself off the ground but it was still no use.
Turning his head to look at the monster-turned-man, he snarled, "Fame is just an excuse for people that want to do something good but can't stand to hear it go unnoticed. I do what I feel is right, and I don't care who knows what I do or what my name is! I want all the monsters of society after me, it makes my job a lot easier!" Breathing heavy under the woman's weight, he struggled to push his chest up off the ground enough to breathe a bit easier, trying to calm himself down a bit before continuing, "I guess this is as good a time as any for introductions, don't you think? I'm Einar. I appreciate the help in dealing with this shit, but I'd appreciate it even more if you'd let me up and not waste time sitting here." He seemed to be calmed down enough, or at least sincere enough, to not fly off the handle and lash out, but he sure as hell wasn't going to sit here and wait for cops. That'd only cause him more trouble, and he couldn't afford it right now.
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