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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 10:06:14 GMT -4
Midnight, December 2
The streets of Kabukicho had been in chaos all day. Rioters had tipped cars, set trash cans on fire, and broken into storefronts to steal and loot among the calamity. Some of the former residents would be comforted to know that the district was now being cloaked in a thick and cold rain, pounding the ground as if nature was attempting to end the riots herself. This did not stop every thug and criminal from prowling the dark streets, looking for easy targets now that law enforcement was a far cry from saving anyone.
The quarantine had been called only four hours earlier, with police and government agents sealing every major vein going in and out of the district. This left only two groups of people in Kabukicho, those who were too late to leave and those who were reveling in the chaos. The latter group was enjoying the quarantine since easy looting was in no short supply.
“Hello, my friends…” A disembodied voice echoed through the streets and alleys, seemingly coming from every direction. Every speaker and radio in every abandoned car spoke as one, the voice of an elderly man struggling to speak with each breath. “I do so hope you are enjoying freedom.” The revelers looked up into the night's sky, watching and listening. “But this is not the end…” A sickeningly wet cough cut the strangers speech short. “They will be coming for you, they will not stand by and watch you be free. They will send their best and their worst, but don’t you fret.” The voice cackled for a moment, in between short bouts of coughing. “I have sent you…. Friends”
High above the chaos below a frail old man sat in his chair, watching several monitors set up along a wall in a dilapidated apartment. He sat with his legs covered by a thick blanket, shaking in the cold. He smiled wickedly with his eyes closed before continuing to speak to the mass of chaos below. But he did not actually speak, instead, his voice could be heard from every device with a wireless or radio frequency nearby. He reached a hand out and gently touched the arm of one of three cloaked figure waiting at his side. This time he actually spoke, his voice far weaker than the one heard over the radio. “Pulse… Now is your time. Please make sure any guests are properly greeted.”
The hooded man nodded, under the pale light of a candle one could almost see his face, if it weren't obscured by a mask stylized like a featureless face with a massive mouth. His robe pulsed and moved unnaturally as he left the room. The elderly man smiled wickedly, watching the monitors and awaiting the show.
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Post by G Hajimari on Dec 14, 2018 10:23:29 GMT -4
It was the beginning of December and already things gone to shit. Kabukicho in particular is full of riots. That's no bueno. G had to take care of that if he wanted a peaceful christmassy month.
Thats why he and his fellow Vigilante buddies decided to team up, meet up to sort this mess. G was the first one who arrived and waited for his partners
"Come on guys. I cant do this solo" G thought to himself, he saved up his Quirk and made sure to use it as little as possible on his way. Now, he needed Toma, Kenshin and Yuri.
Thankfully though, he didnt have to wait for long
"I knew they wouldn't let me down" he thought to himself. December was an important time to him. And he had to save christmas. These riots and this chaos is weird. He had no idea what could have possibly caused his mess.
"One thing's for sure. We cant keep cleaning up this mess, we're gonna have to find out the root of the problem and exterminate it" he said to Kenshin
G never saw this kind of mess and wondered what could've possibly upset the people this much that they went on a riot. It wasnt Black Friday, thats for sure
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Post by Kenshin Akadama on Dec 14, 2018 13:06:47 GMT -4
Kabukicho was in complete chaos. Rioting, fires, and violence were everywhere. Civilians were trying to hide from or escape the danger. Kenshin and the rest of his vigilante partners decided to head in to help out. It would not be easy by any means, but they were determined to help clean up this mess. Kenshin arrived at the scene. Of course, he was wearing his usual hoodie and cap as a disguise. His hair was very distinguishable, so the last thing the boy needed was for anyone to recognize him. He also brought a wooden sword from his house with him in case he ran into trouble while his transformation was in its cooldown period. Better to not be defenseless, after all. The boy just hoped that there would not be a situation where he would actually need to use it. He really did need to talk to G about those martial arts lessons soon. Kenshin met up with G, who had apparently gotten there first. As they talked, G made a good point. Although they were here to help stop the rioters and keep the residents safe, that alone was not enough. Whatever or whoever caused this all to happen. The vigilantes needed to find the cause of this and put a stop to it. Only then would order be able to be restored. "Right, that makes sense. Take out the puppet master, and the puppets fall." But where would they be hiding? Kabukicho was a big place, after all. Oh well, it didn't matter how long it would take. Whoever was responsible would be found, and they would pay. In the meantime, Kenshin was determined to save as many people as he could, while stopping anyone who tried to cause trouble. Kenshin waited with G for the other vigilantes. Once the others arrived, then it would be time to move out. @tagged | Word count: 313
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Post by Crimson on Dec 15, 2018 23:53:49 GMT -4
Yuri Kobayashi Lightning Strike - Pop Star Of all times for her to meet with her manager remotely... or ALL times for her not to have her suit with her... of ALL TIMES FOR THESE DAMNED RIOTS TO START! Yuri was upset, no furious that she was stuck trapped in this establishment with her manager quaking in fear, unmoving as one of the rioters that had come into the establishment had held several people at gunpoint. Herself included. 'Why is he such a damn pussy... shit I might need to show my hand here...'
Yuri thought to herself as she looked from her manager up to the man that had come in. It was just a smaller restaurants, but it's patrons were usually pretty wealthy and these people were threatening them one by one, taking their cash, jewelry, anything they could get their hands on. Yuri wasn't in her outfit, so her face and her identity was revealed to them, so any move to act against them would be seen by the public and no doubt ruin her image. 'Great... 2 of them...'
She thought to herself in annoyance as one of the armed men came up to her, a devious smirk on his face as he immediately recognized her. There was a small back and forth, the man snatching her purse and flinging it around himself before advancing on Yuri, his hand flying up to her chest only to get grabbed by the blond pop idol. "I'm sorry hun~ But I never let my fans touch me like that[/]"
She said quickly, her hand moving at an incredible speed as she used her grip on him to twist his arm back at such an angle that you could hear the pop of the man's shoulder. A Scream escaped his lips as she then reached up with her free hand, touching the nape of his neck as she discharged her electric buildup into his skull. It wasn't enough to kill him, but it was enough to knock him out. She let him crumble to the floor without a second thought before speeding towards the second gunman so fast that he barely got to react. Yuri grabbed his armed hand and lifted it high above his head, letting the shots fire into the ceiling before once morepulling on his arm and twitching it in such a way that the shoulder and elbow dislocated. The gun clattered to the floor, and another subtle electrical discharge later, the second goon was down. "Everyone get up to the top floor! If more people come in, they may think this place is empty if they don't see anyone! I"ll make sure to get the Heroes. Go! go go go"
She ushered them, hurrying back over to her manager and helping him to his feet, helping him follow the crowd and ushering him away upstairs. At least this removed the immediate audience... and she hadn't shown more than just some basic self defense moves and a bit of speed... She would finally hear the voice on the intercom though and frowned. This was bigger than just those two... this was something organized... "And I just HAD to wear heels too..."
She muttered in irritation, lifting up one foot, taking off her heel, then the other and taking off the second. She would place them by the door and was about to leave until a thought occurred to her... She walked back up to the unconscious men and measured her foot against theirs. While it was in no way a perfect fit, the boots weren't obnoxiously big. She stole a pair and slipped them on, using them and taking off outside with a prompt glance at her cellphone to see if any of the Storm Hawks were already here... After some time wandering through the rain, an obvious target for anyone nearby, she would soon find G and Kenshin. The boys would find the girl dressed in a rather short, black and blue flowered dress, the breast area was white while covered in the same pattern. Overall, the outfit didn't look battle ready at all, and they would both be able to tell this with a simple glance... of course, the combat boots were an improvement from her heels at least... "Okay... what the hell if going on? I'm done having guns put to my head today..."
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Dec 16, 2018 14:45:46 GMT -4
1400, December 1
Sadamura Sano paced. Where was Kou? It was unlike the boy to be late. Especially knowing how important this meeting would be to his career. Kou may be stubborn, and crazy enough to risk everything by highlighting as a vigilante- But the boy also had a solid sense of TPO. If he was late, it was for a good reason. Which was exactly what worried Sano. Fortunately, he wouldn't be kept waiting for long. Simultaneously, his phone would ring in his pocket, and an intern would rush into the room in a panic."Sir, sir! Turn on the news! Something's happening!" The boy would blurt out before Sano would have a chance to demand the reason for this intrusion.
Riots in Kabuki-cho, scrolled along the headline. Sano had a sinking feeling in his gut as he checked the message. Sure enough, the sender was the truant, Nakamura Kou. 'Something came up. I won't be there. I'm counting on you. Heart emoji' Sano would be a fool to not know what the something Kou had mentioned was. "That kid... Whatever. You, boy." Sano gestured to the intern. "Sir?" "Get me a drink. Something stiff. I'm going to need it."
As the boy ran off, Sano straightened his suit. Hadn't Kou said it? He was counting on him. He dialed another number into his phone. "Yo, Director. Yes, this is Sano. I know it's a bit late, but can we reschedule this meeting for next week? Yes, it's the riots. That silly boy managed to be driving right through the middle of them. Of course. I'll keep in touch. Thank you very much."
How very nice it would be if rescheduling was the only thing he needed to do.
Nakamura Kou slid his phone back into his pocket and returned his focus to the rioter in front of him. "Ah, thank you for waiting. You have been very patient." the actor would say- Although perhaps it would seem more sincere if the man wasn't suspended in the air by four lances pierced through his four limbs. With a swift movement, he threw the man to the side. "Now, I recommend getting out of here. And, any of you with similar ideas... Well," He waved his eight piercers, four bloody, four clean. It made a point.
The rioters may have driven themselves into a furor, but even so, Kou's display had cleared a safe space around him. He cracked his neck. "Now then, what to do..."
But the choice was made for him as he heard a scream, and saw one rioter dragging a high school girl into an alleyway. Those who had seen his previous action parted like the red sea, those who hadn't found themselves pushed to the side. His eyes shook, raging like a storm at sea. The would-be rapist had no clue that he had ticked off someone who he probably shouldn't have.
1600, December 1
"How long are you planning on following me, anyways?" Kou snapped at the girl. Like a lost puppy, he hadn't been able to lose her. Well, that said, how could she possibly follow him if he were to truly try to leave her behind? He saw the lascivious looks the rioters cast at her- How long would it be after he left her behind before she was right back where he found her? What a pain. Almost as much of a pain as his current lack of a proper disguise. It was just dumb luck that in the chaos, no one seemed to have recognized him. He had enough trouble with the police thinking he was the Vigilante, Asura Piercer, without going around doing vigilante work without a mask.
The girl, for her part, had gotten used to Kou's attitude. "Until the riots are over, of course!" She said, without a hint of pressure. After two hours, she had lost any fear she had towards the chaos- Kou had more than demonstrated his strength, whether he wanted to or not. Which was good for her, but a growing headache for him. Fortunately, it was soon to be someone else's headache.
"Took you long enough. Kid? Riot's over." Kou said as a car pulled in. A window rolled down. "Fine, next time you can bring a car to me through a riot. Who's the girlie?" As he spoke, he tossed a bundle through the window. "I picked her up on the way. Get her outta here, will ya? She's cramping my style."
The girl looked between the young man and the older one. The doubt was clearly written on her face. After all, between the handsome and strong Kou, and the sketchy old man, it wasn't a surprise. "Yeah yeah, I know how he looks, but he's not as bad as he looks. Come on, I haven't steered you wrong so far, have I?"
She could only admit that if he had bad intentions, there was no need to put on this much of an act. "See ya, mister...?" It wasn't the first time she'd tried to get his name, and it wasn't the first time he ignored her. The window rolled off, and the car's engine roared. Kou cracked his neck. Finally, no more dead weight. He pulled on the mask Sano had brought, and ran off into action.
2400, December 2
"Well, that doesn't sound good." Wasn't this riot bad enough without sinister voices promising friends? "I've a bad feeling he isn't talking about my friends." Kou muttered from a rooftop. But at the same time, he was grinning. This was it, that feeling that he'd been looking for. "Their best and their worst, was it? I wonder which one they count me as." Kou rose, stretching all twelve of his limbs. It would be nice if this mess was cleaned up in time to get some sleep tonight.
"Well, at least, it's nice to know there's some sort of mastermind behind this. I could spend all week and not get all of these little guys. Let's see if I can find some clues about the head of this here snake, shall we?"
Eight lances moved like legs, carrying the Asura Piercer down from his resting place.
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Post by Aiden Gray on Dec 16, 2018 19:05:53 GMT -4
A man flew through the display window of a shop, tumbling onto the streets and letting out a weak pained squeal. He scrambled to turn around as a young man emerged from the store, the rain washing away strands of black ink from Aiden's clothes.
"N-no...please...I would never." He heard the criminal plead as the vigilante stopped right in front of the perpetrator, towering above him. Trained on the guy's head was a matte black FEagle, oddly chambered in .44 rathen than the standard .50cal.
Aiden had always enjoyed exotic guns and thanks to his connection with Big O. he had gotten himself a rather peculiar thing. No one usually had a suppressed .44 magnum, let alone seen one. If anything, it only made the gun look even scarier.
"Yeah, that's right. You're lucky I'm on duty, or I would have snapped both your legs and smashed your nose inside your head. Now, I give you ten seconds to skedaddle outta my sight or..." He cocked the hammer on his firearm. "I'll pew pew you a new asshole."
The guy didn't wait any longer and just scrambled to his feet before fleeing the scene. Aiden simpy observed the guy trip once or twice on his way out before drawing a long sigh and holstering his weapon. Of all the times he had chosen to take up security contracts,he just had to be the day riots were in the area. Plus,it was raining. And he hated raining.
Looking to the side of the streets to check if anything else was going to try and weasel its way in the shop he was supposed to protect, he noticed that the riots were still going,only that more wannabe heroes had jumped on the scene. Meanwhile, an old man was speking through radios and stuff.
That night was going to be a long one it seemed. Oh boy, at least he could count with more payout since he was dealing with both thieves and riots at the same time. Either way, back to his shop he went. He had enough water on him for now. Any more and his quirk might not even work properly. Considering his body was slowly growing more hungry for battle, it wouldn't be long untill he had to end his shift and go find someone bad to beat up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2018 3:52:40 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | The crew had been called together. Some crazy riots in the red light district causing chaos and carnage. Apparently some cops had been killed and people were hiding for thier lives. The worst part was that the government refused to act, the news said they had concerns about collateral damage . Well screw that. The lives of citizens were far more important, too important to wast lazing away to find the best solution. Someone needed to act, so the Storm Knights stepped up.
Toma was high in the air, gliding quickly thanks to his new suit upgrade. He had leaped from building to building to get the best vantage point to see everything from. Landing quickly on the highest building he could find nearby he pulled out a pair of binoculars and his cell. Zoomed in through the binoculars he could see his friends below. G had met up with Red Edge and Lightning Strike, he could see them talking down below. He shot a quick text down into the group chat. “The city looks like hell from up here.”
He scanned the streets looking for civilians or criminals that needed dealing with. For the most part streets where clear of people. Cars had been overturned and set on fire on most of the streets and people had barricaded themselves in shops and pachinko parlors the best they could. Toma brought his binoculars to bare down on the crew again, he could see G and the gang scanning the rooftops for him. Slipping of one of his gloves he waited until they were looking in his general direction, lifted his hand up high and let loose a few flashes of light.
“I think I see something.” He texted to the group. Pulling his vision back to the streets he could see a group of people, they were circling something like vultures. “Five guys circling something about a quarter km away. Probably not a good thing. I’m going to get a better look.”
Leaping off the edge of his current building he pulled the ripcord on his suit and started to glide. While it wasn't truly independent flight, it was definitely exhilarating. Thanks to his new suit he was quickly able to cross the gap to another building, slightly lower than the last, that gave him a better vantage. He was right, it wasn’t good. There were people trapped inside of an older SUV being harassed by five guys. They were rocking the vehicle side to side, cursing, and trying to bash the windshield in.
“Can confirm. Five rioters harassing civilians. Looks like we should help.”
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Post by Bashira Doji on Dec 18, 2018 1:19:27 GMT -4
A few hours earlier...
In the darkness of the night, Bashira heard dull explosions and felt rain begin to patter just a foot away from her head, following the shape of the low overhang above. The roof was not part of her house, rather, the girl was homeless and slept using a lumpy, roll-up mattress, laying length-wise across an otherwised unused alley behind a TV store. The "roof" was nothing more than a canopy out behind the store.
Groggily, Bashira rose to sit up. She rubbed at her eyes with the back of one knuckle. When she had decided to lie down earlier, the sun had just been going down... now it was night, however, noise like partying was everywhere, with peels of laughter punctuated by shattered glass and loud pops. Her mouth fell open for a moment as she finally connected the noise as gunfire. With no time to change into her outfit as Tenpin, Bashira rose in the jeans she had slept in and a black, sleeveless tee, so faded that the white words across her inconsiderable chest had faded to the point they could no longer be read. She didn't even waste time with shoes.
The scene she saw inside the TV store was about what she had expected: Dumbo, Stilts, and Roller, as she had not-so-affectionately taken to naming the criminals who frequently attempted to rob this rinky-dink electronics boutique, were huddled together. She grabbed up a trash pale and began to aim it at them in a ski-ball toss, before realizing they were all cowering in fear around an outdated radio. The old man who owned the store was there too, so short he hadn't stood out. They all looked pretty shabby as well, in heavy coats and unshaven, reminding her that vigilantes and petty criminals sometimes walked pretty similar paths in life.
"Uuuh... Somebody mind explaining what the crap is going on? They runnin' another military drill using all'a Tokyo this time?" Bashira inquired, scratching her head and calming down slightly as she realized no one here was being robbed.
"B-B-Bashira! Ya lazy 'git! This is all yer fault!" the old man suddenly spat, waving his cane in her direction. "If you were a better vigilante, you could protect my store and the whole city! Phooey, what's the use of havin' a vigilante out back if she can't protect anybody?!"
"Woah woah, slow down!" Bashira urged, raising her giant hands in a gesture of calm down. "Explain what I'm protectin' ya from first, ya friggin' geezer!"
The big-ears quirk guy spoke up instead. "Quarantine. Whole part of the city's overrun by criminals."
"Uh, hello? You're a criminal!" Bashira reminded him, pointing one fat finger and narrowing her yellow eyes to thin, horizontal slits.
"Not like this! These guys aren't after TVs... They want blood," the stilt man spoke up in a nasal whine. "Something different is going on!" I haven't s-s-seen a single hero! The cops can't handle this either! I'm losing it!"
"Cool it! Okay? You're freakin' me out," Bashira grumbled. "Fact'a the matter is, you guys have sucky quirks that are mostly good at pissin' me off. You all stay put and protect this place-"
"With sucky quirks?!" the old man griped, bopping her with the cane now that she was in distsnce to do so.
"... And I'll scout around, see who I can help. I know these alleys... there's a lotta scum, but there's also a lotta vigilantes waitin' for a chance like this to knock some heads together and protect their turf." Red Horn had instructed her not to think of this as "her turf," but Red Horn probably had her hands full with bigger fish right now... It was up to Bashira to make sure the ground was safe for the little guys.
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Present time, 2400 hours...
Now dressed in her vigilante outfit, with her hair up in an extended top-knot and her white, woolen gear and black leggings equipped, Bashira stalked her way out of the alley. Overhead, a message blared. She listened, hoping to hear some stuffy military type saying help was on the way. Ordinarily, she wouldn't relish such an occurance, but some semblance of order would probably help the city right now. Instead, she judged things were going from bad to worse... "That jackass! He's whippin' em up even worse than they already are! He's directin' traffic!" she swore under her breath. Worse, it sounded like he had some powerful quirk-users under his command, maybe even full-fledged villains, who hadn't begun to unleash their own brand of chaos on the city yet.
Elsewhere in the city vigilantes were meeting up, scoping out the situation from on high, or taking matters into their own hands with vigilante justice. Bashira felt uniquely pointless, having woken up late and only just made her way out of the surprising safety of her corner alley. The mastermind and his gang were even more a mystery to her than they had been to the other vigilantes arriving this part of the city. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint), it didn't take long to find trouble; her ears led her to where five guys were messing with some civilians in a van. "Dammit, I hope they're just civilians..." Bashira corrected her earlier assumption. It was possible five criminals had just trapped other evildoers in a van and she was going to open up a clown car of other crooks.
Through the binoculars, Toma would see something more concerning than rioters emerge from the back alley: a red-skinned ogre, with tremendous fists and foresarms, glowing horns, gleaming yellow eyes, and pointed teeth protruding from snarling lips. The ogre had a car tire in one hand, which she had not ripped from a vehicle, but simply found abandoned in the confusion. She was too far away to make out the barking of her voice, but with little warning, she initiated, slinging a car tire in the direction of her targets. The projectile was flying forward with such force that criminals in its path would probably end up bowled over in the best case if they got hit, or roadkill if they were unlucky enough to fall over running. Whatever move Toma and his gang would have preferred to make first would be ruined, or at the very least altered, by the newcomer.
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Dec 18, 2018 22:14:40 GMT -4
Mikhail would have liked to think Japan had earned a little break after the Semper Fi massacre. It wasn’t as though he was blind to the embers of conflict. Every day, he heard the “quirk issue” bandied about on TV or the web. People just wanted the world to make sense again, and it made everyone ugly. He’d heard hate dripping from the lips of long-term mutant friends, and seen the kind of fear in the eyes of quirkless that he hadn’t since he was a child. The city felt like it was waiting for something to snap.
A tragedy should have brought Toyko together, not torn it apart.
Instead, something had snapped in Kabukicho. Mikhail didn’t know where or why it had began, but now, a heavy rain hammered down on slick pavement, muffling the sound of shouts and screams, the background music for a world gone mad.
A circle of blood drunk people were gathered around the shattered window of a payday loan shop, a man slumped on the ground in the middle of the circle. From a distance, the group could have been heroes--they wore bright colored costumes, capes and padded body armor gleaming in the streetlights.
When you got closer, the armor turned out to be scavenged sports gear, and the capes curtains. Plundered valuables: golden watches, rings, and necklaces hung around their necks and wrists like trophies of war. And the man in the circle did not seem to be a great danger. No, instead of a villain, it was a middle-aged man in a tattered suit, currently on the receiving end of a enthusiastic curb-stomping from the colorful circle.
“Where’s the rest of the money, Yoshi?” One of the caped crusaders growled, resting her boot on the suit’s chest and slowly twisting it back and forth. “We know you have it. Your five percent “extra interest” for ‘my people’”
The caped crusader knelt down over “Yoshi”, reaching out with her left hand--or, rather, a mess of blue tendrils where her left hand should have been, to emphasize exactly what had been meant by “your people.”
“So I’m counting to three…”
“One.”
“Two.”
“Pardon me!”
A cheerful, boyish voice cut the woman off, an instant before an-upside down hooded face appeared between Yoshi and jellyfish-hand in the center of the ring of thugs. A grinning, handsome face, with patches of rough, dark scales around the brow. A face hanging from a human torso dressed in body armor, and the bare, scaled lower body of a snake, the tail of which was wrapped around a balcony a story above.
“Property damage...assault, burglary.” the snake-man continued. “I’m going to be honest, ladies and gentlemen. This doesn’t look great.”
Tendril hand stepped back, dropping into a fighting stance. Around her, the circle of quirked vigilantes did the same.
“The fuck?” She replied.
Serperior dropped to the ground, doing a handspring into a roll to soften the fall before he stood upright, his tail coiled around the man on the ground.
“Serperior, licensed pro hero. You’re in safe hands.” He replied, directing the last bit to the man on the ground. “As for you all? You’re under arrest.”
The tendril-hand woman shook her head. “Seriously? You’re five vs one. And there’s a quarantine. Are you going to try to take us all prison until morning?”
Serperior tilted his head, regretting his choice of words. She was right. He’d been active since the riots broke out--they’d caught him on the way to dinner at a cafe with some friends in the film industry. At least he’d had his costume in his car. From then on, the night had become a blur--fight after fight, rescue after rescue. He was starting to tire.
“Wait.” Tendril-hand said, before he could correct himself. “You’re Mikky, right? The idol? My daughter has you on a shirt.”
Serperior nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Former idol. This is my new job.”
He saw amusement on the group of thugs faces as they realized they’d just been stopped in the middle of a crime by a former boy-band member. Serperior was used to it. It didn’t bother him. Much.
Tendril-hand shook her head. “Look. My daughter likes you, Mikky, so I don’t want to tell her that I laid you out. This fuck charges mutants extra on loans. He’s the lowest type of slime. Way I heard it, you should be on our side.”
The man on the ground whimpered in fear, and Serperior felt a himself hesitate.
“Your daughter has good taste. For her sake, I’m willing to forget this.” He said, trying to keep the same level of boldness in his voice. “If you drop your weapons, and go home, I’ll leave you to the cops.”
Serperior knew they weren’t going to let it go before anyone threw a punch. He saw it in the tendril-hand woman’s eyes and heard the shuffle of boots on pavement behind him.
Adrenaline surged through his body, and before he knew it, the palm-sized metal rod of his quarterstaff was in his hand. He could feel his blood start to sing with the thrill of violence as he pressed the button to extend it. Both ends of the metal tube shot out--one cracking squarely into the chin of tendril-hand, sending her reeling back, the other smacking into a thug behind him.
Before the others could close in, he twirled the staff, planting on end on the pavement at his feet, then flung himself off the pavement with his tail, swinging himself around the staff in an arc. The end of his tail hissed like a whip, cracking across the legs of the entire circle of thugs before he came to a rest, back in place.
Serperior cocked an eyebrow. Around him, the amusement on the faces of the thugs was gone, replaced by surprise at the sudden outburst of violence.
Surprise, and anger.
They weren’t backing down.
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Post by Sashi on Dec 19, 2018 19:07:48 GMT -4
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Post by Mia Kearney on Dec 20, 2018 7:49:40 GMT -4
Rage. A thing Mia had to control a lot of the time. As much as her ego wanted to please a crowd and heigten her fame, the nature of her quirk, the adrenaline and almost steroid like chemicals pulsing through her body at all times could send her into a fight flurry if she didn't keep herslef in check. With all the sounds around her, the looters, the rioters, the car alarms, the smashing of windows, and all of it with her needing to stop it? Yeah. This wasn't the best environment for her to keep calm. Since she'd arrived on the scene she'd been borderline taking advantage of the fact this place was under quarantine. Sure, the odd helicopter might fly overhead with a news crew inside, but Mia could hear those a mile off. Right here, right now, she'd gone from golden heroine to a red rage the shade of her horn.
"CLEAR OUT THE BITCH IS COMING!"
A street full of mixed confusion wondered what this random intruder into their section of the riot was shouting about, but as a hijacked car began to tumble across the road behind him at the speed of a ski ball at an arcade racing towards the goal. A whole street of rioters began to clear, some confident mutations pushing forward to see what was coming as Mia rushed through the road behind the car she'd ended up winning a headbutt competition with, her horn engorged and reaching up out of her head like it declared her presence on it's own, her tusks almost long enough to surpass her nose, and her muscles burning as she'd been pushing herself to her limits for a while at this point in the night, blowing out steam into the cold air, glaring down a whole street of fleeing faces and over confident little shits.
"The Bitch is here..." She confidently followed the fear of the thug that proceeded her, striding confidently down the street and wrapping a hand firmly around the base of a street lamp. She threw her shoulder into it as she passed it, and ripped the light fixture out of the ground. The whole city block was gonna need repairs. What was one more street lamp? Hoisting the metal rod over her shoulder like a baseball bat ready to swing, she glared down the mutations who were confident in their odds...though one or two were smart enough to back off from the front line. She grinned nice and wide as she stared them down, equally respecting their sense of self pride and confidence, and looking at them with a greater confidence of her own.
"Lets do this...!"
Rushing forward, Mia was met by the charging front line of more physical mutations, swinging her impromptu weapon across the lot of them and sweeping them all up in a single strike, releasing the lampost as they all flung into a nearby building, the metal of the lampost warping around them and pinning them down. They may have been able to lift it with their combined strength, but the pain they felt likely outweighed an urge to get up. A shot of fire struck Mia in the shoulder, the exposed skin of her hero costume meaning she had to take that directly, but her thick hide managing to brush off the flames with ease. She lifted a stolen Playstation 8 and hucked it at the punk's head, taking him down as she charged in grasping his shirt as he recovered and tossing him into the side of a car, again the metal of the vehicle warping around him to make escaping a less likely prospect.
Just as she felt the surge of a fight and victory, a rock coated left hook hit her jaw and her red eyes darted to her knew foe. A hunk of rock about the size of her. Her love of old super hero movies meant she could only relate him mentally to the Thing, and remembering what a bruiser he was, that only excited her further. Before long the two were locked blow after blow, slamming fists into one another. Flesh meeting rock, horn meeting forehead, fut meeting dick. It was a riot. She didn't have to fight fair.
Eventually he dropped before she did, and RedHorn had a moment to catch her breath and calm her rage, throwing her head back as her muscles deflated slowly with every pulsing breath into her lungs. Her hazy eyes traced over to the source of an old man's voice, gritting her teeth and picking up a bit of loose debris from the floor, tossing it into the air and catching it before hooking it at the nearest sound of the voice, destroying it, be it a stereo, a TV, a speaker, what have you.
"Fucking dipshit...." Sighing deeply she fully calmed down, rolling her shoulders back and walking for a moment as she thought about the situation this place was in...she needed to find someone to work with. As much as she wanted to hog the glory for today, she knew if she let too loose it'd be bad...she needed help to make sure she could focus herself. Have a set of eyes on her to ensure she behaved herself, but for now, she just had work to do...maybe she'd find someone on her side in the next street over."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 8:49:26 GMT -4
The old man watched with glee as his monitors lit up with activity. He let slip a sick giggle as he spied on them from afar. They had been quick to show up, just as he expected. Even the professionals couldn’t resist the bait and had come despite being ordered not to. ‘This will be a glorious night.’ He whispered in his own mind. He had to whisper, even internally, so as to not let them hear him.
Some of them watched and planned, while others were already getting into scuffles in the streets and alleys below. It was delicious chaos that he’d fed on down to the bone. It was elegant how easily they rushed in to save others or claim glory for themselves. But this was just the beginning.
He stretched his mind, reaching deep below the streets, into a dark and damp sewer below. He spoke in his mind but directed towards his subordinate. “Pulse…”
Pulse
Below the streets, he waded through the dark, in filthy waste and water knee deep. He waited, just as he was told. He was not a brilliant man, more of an animal really, but he knew enough to follow orders. He had been told to wait, the radio in his pocket speaking in his master's whispers. Wait they said. There would be a time for him to indulge his appetite, and when he did it would be filling. It was all he wanted, to fight, to kill, to watch the light leave their eyes. But as master bid, so he did. He waited, watching a faint light slip through a crack to dance on rancid water. He would wait, but not much longer.
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"G"
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Post by G Hajimari on Dec 22, 2018 9:46:55 GMT -4
Kenshin agreed with G. Something was up, but none of them knew what exactly. G hadnt heard the news of something that would particulary upset the people and make them riot. So why? Right now he had no time to think, something had to be done. Suddenly though, G heard another familiar voice it was Yuri.
"Lightning! Good to see y-" G said as he turned to face Yuri, only to stop once he saw how dressed she was "Ok wow. Do you need a... You know what. Hold that thought" he said and walked over to a rioter, or more accurate a vandalising scum of a thug.
G walked up to him from behind, he poked him several times on the shouldr to gain the thugs attention "Exuse me", the thug just went to violently turn around to sock G in the face. But the top dawg Vigilante was too fast and anticipated such action. He avoided the attack and punched the man in the face and knocked him out. He grabbed the unconcious thug by his shirt and dragged him over to Kenshin and Yuri.
"Here, take his pants. His clothes. You need to be battle ready for this. Please, just dont protest" G said as he offered Yuri something that is more appropriate for battle since she did not have her Vigilante Costume
Its not to say that she wasnt pretty in the dress. She was pure eye candy. Buuut, she is not fit for battle in this state and she is also very distracting to G like this.
Suddenly his phone rang. Well everyones had(if they had it with them, if not G would just let em look at the screen of his phone), it was Sunhawk aka Toma, who texted them saying the city looked like hell from... up here??
G decided to look up and try to see him, if he doesnt find him, G decided he would text him back. Eventually the 3 saw hi when he used one of his lighter flashes, just to signal his position
"God, I hope someone hostile hasnt seen the flash. I dont want someone to shoot him down" G thought to himself
G saw that Toma texted again, he thought he saw somethin. The message then also read 'Five guys circling something about a quarter km away. Probably not a good thing. I’m going to get a better look'
Was that a smart idea for him to go solo?
G looked at Yuri and Kenshin, also hopefully Yuri was properly dressed now, if not G would have a treat to see when he talked to her
"Ok, I think we should go and assist him. We need to stay together or else we'll be drowned out in this mess" he suggested. G was no brains, he was more brawn. But even he knew going solo now was stupid. They had to assist Toma
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Male
"Red Edge"
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Red Blade Armor
Vigilante
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Post by Kenshin Akadama on Dec 22, 2018 16:20:21 GMT -4
Good news, it did not take long for Yuri to meet up with Kenshin and G. Bad news, her outfit. While it did look really nice on her (not that Kenshin would ever willingly say it out loud), it was far from battle ready. The boy figured that Yuri was in the middle of something when shit hit the fan, and she had no time to change into something better suited to handle the situation. Kenshin could not fault her for that. It's not like she had a choice in the matter. Kenshin was surprised when G just walked to a nearby thug, knocked the guy out, and dragged him to Yuri, telling her to take the guy's clothing and change into his outfit. Perhaps G also stood for Gentleman, maybe? Kenshin just shrugged. "I suppose that's one way to fix that problem." If Yuri for some reason decided to take the man's clothes and change right then and there, Kenshin would immediately turn his back on her and look away to give the woman some privacy. He would even shut his eyes just to make sure that he could not be accused of peeping. The boy was known for being many things, but a pervert was certainly not one of them. He was a noble and honorable warrior, and his pride would not allow the boy to do something so despicable. Suddenly, Kenshin's phone began to vibrate. Taking it out, he read the message. It was from Toma. So even though he was not with the others, all members of the Storm Knights were here. This was a relief to the boy. Looking up, Kenshin scanned the rooftops to see if he could spot Toma. Kenshin spotted a flash. No doubt about it, that was him. Another text. Five guys circling something. Kenshin had a bad feeling about this. The five guys were probably rioters. Were they circling civilians? And was it a good idea to let Toma investigate alone? G made a suggestion, one that Kenshin wholeheartedly agreed with. "Yeah, that's definitely wise. Strength in numbers. Besides, I don't like the idea of letting a teammate go out all alone. I'm not saying that any of us are weak on our own, but with how crazy shit is right now, it's not a good idea for any of us to be by ourselves."If there was nothing else stopping them, then Kenshin was determined to meet up with Toma as quickly as he could. If his fellow vigilante encountered anyone or anything dangerous, Kenshin wanted to be there to back him up as soon as possible. | Word count: 438
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Post by Crimson on Dec 22, 2018 22:35:38 GMT -4
Yuri Kobayashi Lightning Strike - Pop Star
The first thing G said when he saw her was to wait, followed by G leaving, punching out a rioter and dragging him back towards her, dumping at her feet in a heap. Yuri just looked at him with the most unimpressed look in her eyes as he then asked her to get changed and to not protest.
"What, you didn't feel like taking your own pants off for me? Rude."
She said with a a mock sigh as she leaned over the rioter and started t strip him free of his clothes. She scrunched up her nose as this guy was just drowning in whatever perfume boys his age wore nowadays. While a little bit could of smelled nice, this was just... BLEH.
With his clothes free from his body, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Yuri then turned to G, tapping him on the shoulder and pointing to the zipper on the back of her dress, indicating that she needed help with it. Should he turn to help, she would then creep behind him to change into the rioters clothes, and if he didn't, well she'd be hopping around like an idiot trying to get the dress off without help.
Once she slipped the clothes on, she tore the bottom of the pants so that they wouldn't get in the way of her running, then tore the base of the shirt into a long strip. She would create so much friction between her fingers that she would burn two eye holes into the fabric before wrapping it around her head, covering the upper half of her face like a mask.
"Right, well soon as I start running this clothes won't last long... it'll probably end up burning up sooner than later... so the less running I have to do the better. "
She informed both boys as she picked up her dress and withdrew her phone from one of it's inner folds. She really liked that dress, and it sucked to leave it behind. She would sigh heavily as she read the same messages as the other two and brought her hand up to her chin in thought.
"We do need to regroup with Sunhawk, but once we do that we need to focus on the bigger enemy. The rioters aren't the problem, the Hero's can deal with them. You heard his voice, there's someone pulling the strings, orchestrating all of this. We find him, take him out and ALL of this stops. You'll never get rid of the sickness if you just treat the symptoms."
Yuri pointed out, texting this same information to Toma, agreeing to meet with him but that they had to leave the rioters and focus on the bigger problem.
With that said, Yuri would follow G as she hadnèt seen Tomas signal, entierly too busy getting changed for that. She had to trust that G knew where he was going in this instance.
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