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29 Years
Male
"Deathclaw"
S-Rank Quirk:
Black Ink
Storm Knights
Played by: Peacekeeper Advocate
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Post by Aiden Gray on Dec 24, 2018 16:54:16 GMT -4
Aiden sighed. Just a few more minutes and he was outta there. He didn't really want to stay any minute longer in that cesspool of rioting and people beating eachother up for the hell of it. He already had to point a gun in people's faces, he was really trying not to think about his old training as a SWAT officer. Actually, where the hell was the police? Not even in Chicago during peak hour they would take this long to show up when something as serious as a mass riot was going on. THe more the guys in blue waited, the more damage was going to be cause to the surrounding area and private property. What about the casualty rate? Where they going to let people get hurt? Would they not try and rescue the wounded in all the chaos, so that they would get proper medical treatment?
For the first time in a good while, Aiden's resent towards heroes resurfaced. Those people would think they were so great in doing their stuff. Yet, where were they? If they wanted to replace trained officials at their important job of saving lives, then they should be on fucking time.
He waited. Waited. Waited. Finally, his shift was over. He grabbed his own things, slapped his gun in his holster on his thigh and simply waltzed out of the shop...only to find a rather large group of people still around, beating people up. So, those were the heroes? Better late than never.
Seeing as they were currently doing their stuff in his way home, he would simply just stand there and wait for them to be done with their hero stuff so that he could carry on with his day and possibly hit a bar. He would surely love a shot of rhum right about now...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2018 6:07:32 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Toma was torn. On one hand, he wanted to wait for his friends, on the other the situation at the van was getting worse. Through his binoculars, he saw one of them swing a tire iron and bust in the windshield of the powder blue Doyoda. Through the twinkling of shattered glass, he could hear a woman scream. It tore at his heartstrings, and at his conscious to even think about what was going to happen.
He turned and looked back down into the street that G and the gang were on, they were coming his way but he didn't know if they could make it in time. ‘Shit. If I go in alone…’ He mentally summed up his targets, a tinge of fear in the back of his mind. He would have a hard time, no a horrible time, fighting them alone. But could he risk waiting for the gang? ‘What if they don't make it in time?’
He cursed himself under his breath. “You’re an idiot…” He groaned as he took off into a sprint and dove of the sixth-floor roof. The rush was exhilarating, wind passing by as he started to fall to his imminent death. Thankfully Toma had a new toy. Pulling a cord attached to his chest his suit transformed. What once was a simple riding suit changed into a streamlined glider as he rocketed towards the ground. About four stories up he used his power and let off a intense blast of heat. The air beneath his hands and feet exploded in a superheated burst of force and gave him the chance to right himself. Shifting from a deep dive to a steep glide, he raced towards the van, and its helpless victims, as fast as inhumanly possible.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Dec 29, 2018 3:32:36 GMT -4
"Shoot, they're still goin' at it...!" Bashira muttered to herself; her tire had knocked over one of them, but perhaps due to their positioning, the raiders were still doing their menacing raider thing, oblivious to her entrance. One of them had started breaking the windows out with a tire iron, perhaps getting too impatient to wait for his group to get theirselves in synch to actually flip the thing. Her tire was a good ways away now; Bashira would need another weapon. Luckily, most cars came equipped with a good number of improvised weapons: at least four, in her experience. Grunting, Bashira approached on the side where she had taken one out and grabbed hold of the tire, using her giant arms to wrench it free. Hopefully, the family inside valued their safety more than the car... she couldn't always count on that in her line of vigilante work.
For a moment, one of the others cheered; it was clear a new, significant source of strength was now baring down on the car. Maybe they were finally going to flip the thing? "Haha! Alright, boyos! Altogether now! Heave, ho! One, two- brrrk!" the guy laughed, before ending abruptly with a noise that seemed to evoke biting one's tongue so hard one nearly cut it off.
"Dumbass, are we flipping it or not?" the vandal next to him asked. His face was obscured by a ski-mask and his gear was ex-military.
As Bashira lifted her bent-up tire from the pulverized head of the unconscious second bandit she had just taken out, she found herself wishing that she had started with the big one. So far, she has taken out the two scrawniest... that left this big one, the one with the tire iron, and a third on the other side of the car she couldn't see. The tire iron bastard needed to be stopped, seeing as he was the only one who bad broken through so far, but the big one had just caught on to Bashira's presence. "Yo, fatass! Get offa that car!" Bashira demanded, brandishing the husk of an old tire. The hubcap and core fell out as she did, leaving her holding useless rubbish. "Son of a bitch," she complained, dropping it and raising her forearms to shield herself as the guy began charging her.
"We got company!" the unoccupied guy on the other side of the car complained.
"Yeah, I'm on her!" the big guy shouted back, after knocking Bashira to the floor. He smirked as he clenchee his fists tighter and tighter, until they began to harden, literally becoming like cinder blocks. With these, he began to hammer on the shield of Bashira's raised arms.
"Whaddya mean 'her'?!" was all the other guy had time to get out before Toma burst onto the scene with the two remaining bad guys.
"Who the frick is over there?! If you're another guy here just to get in this car, I gotta ask what's so damn important in there?" Bashira asked, presumably to Sunhawk, who had just made his entrance on the opposite side of the car, as she grabbed the wrists of the rioter who had mounted her. "Son of a bitch, you're fat!" she informed her assailant, as she began to spread his arms apart and tried to muscle back up. His fists were tough, but she had the advantage of even greater muscle strength than his when she applied herself to a task like this.
In addition to all the chaos here, she heard the ruckus of other thugs fighting and dropping nearby, as well as a vaguely familiar voice, not too far off. It sounded a bit like Red Horn, but much, much angrier than when they last met. "There are heroes here after all? Shoot, I hope they're not gonna stand in line and lecture me again," she thought to herself grumpily, as she set about the task of wrenching the big guy's arms backwards until he started to scream. Her own long arms were uniquely suited for that. Ordinarily she would have some reservations, but plenty of things were being broken tonight; why not this ugly, looting bastard's arms too?
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21 Years
Male
"Serperior"
Rookie-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Dec 30, 2018 18:19:58 GMT -4
Mobs in real life fought different than on TV. Staged combat came in two types--graceful, clean, and easy to follow, and jumpy and fake, with lots of quick cuts to hide the fact that the actors didn’t actually know how fight. Real life was nothing like either style. Real life wasn’t clean, and wasn’t elegant. It was messy and exhausting.
The mob circled around him, keeping their distance, a few people feinting in, before stepping back. No one wanted to swing first. They hadn’t fought as a group before, probably--they weren’t in sync at all. They’d started to make noise--taunts, and jeers, hyping themselves up for violence, losing themselves into the mindset of a mob.
“Gonna knock your pretty face in!” “Should have just kept moving, popstar!” “Save a piece for me.”
Serperior felt his heart starting to pound, sweat beating on his hands, cold, clammy and uncomfortable. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly. It was more like...vertigo. Like he was at the top of a roller coaster, waiting for it to drop. This was the first time he’d fought this many people in real life.
The woman with the tendril hand moved first, stepping forward, reaching out to grab his quarterstaff. Tracking that would have been a mistake, though--the moment she moved, Serperior’s eyes snapped to her hips and shoulders. They told a different story. He pulled back the staff, dropping one hand for it, and snapping the hand up to grab the wrist of her other hand, the one with the tendrils, where the real danger was. There was a second of struggle--the tendrils stopping centimeters short of his neck, and he knew in an instant she was stronger than him. That didn’t matter though--he pulled her into the attack, twisting her arm, and flipped her past him, sending her staggering into some of her friends.
As he let go, he realized his mistake. The throw had pulled him out of position, and since she’d moved--
A fist slammed into his ribs, and the air whooshed out of his lungs in a huff. For a second, he thought “that wasn’t so bad,” then the fist *exploded* with what felt like a second impact--he felt the heat even through his armor.
--He snapped his arm back, ramming his elbow at where he guessed the second thug’s face was, and was rewarded with a grunt of pain.
He heard a roar of anger behind him--
The next few moments were devoid of conscious thought, a blur of adrenaline and bone-deep reflexes, full of whirling limbs, grunts of pain, and feel of skin on skin on scales. They came at him from what felt like a hundred different directions--and gradually, he could feel himself stumbling. Instead of blocking attacks, he let them hit, trying to catch them on the hard parts of his armor or scales. Instead of the gentle throws of before, he started to twist limbs, jam his fingers into pressure points, the sort of hits that leave people hurting for days to come.
Suddenly, he felt a shift in the tempo. The mob pulled back. Serperior brought himself up to a guard stance, his ears ringing, out of breath, one eye watering from an attack that had nearly blinded him.
Darkshine on site--
He wasn’t sure if someone was talking, or if he was hearing voices. He realized his mistake from before, though. He’d waited for the mob to make the first move, let them take the pace of the battle rather than--
Serperior spring forward, his tail uncoiling to shove him at the tendril-hand woman like a spring. She wasn’t looking at him--instead, she was looking around for...something. The speaker?
His body flew past her, then snapped back, ending up twisted around her chest like a lasso, pinning her arms to her sides.
“Back off.” He hissed, lips curling back to show the long canines. She might have been stronger than him, but if he flexed his coil, he’d break a rib.
He heard her gasp in surprise, but she didn’t speak--he was holding her a little tight. The man he was protecting was now by himself, though, looking around at the scene with utter confusion.
One of quirker mob members shook his head, looking past Serperior at someone behind him.
“Careful, friends. A real heroes on the scene now. Mind your manners, and we’ll see what she thinks of all this.” He muttered, looking at Serperior like he was some sort of rabid animal. Serperior felt an ugly thrill of triumph at that look.
A moment later, his brain finally caught up to the rest of him..
Wait. Real hero?
Darkshine?
He turned, not letting go of the tendril-hand, and saw a slender figure standing a couple paces away from the mob, staring at them all with what he thought looked like judgement.
Oh. Darkshine.
So this was how he met the number one Hero.
It was not the introduction he would have picked.
A wealth of emotions started to twist inside him. Anger, at being interrupted during the fight. Awe at being in the presence of a legend. Challenge, perhaps, as well? She didn’t look like much in the flesh. What exactly made her number one?
More than any of those was embarrassment, however, at needing her help. Or perhaps embarrassment and fear that he’d gone too far.
“Darkshine…” He breathed, trying to force out the adrenaline. “It’s an honor to meet you at last. I was just finishing up with this...nusience. One vigilante lynch mob, and one injured civilian."
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Dec 31, 2018 17:27:43 GMT -4
Kou surveyed the street, his frown hidden by his mask. How long would this riot go on, anyways? What was the government doing? All this time, was there the slightest hint of the police coming to run riot control? Not a single one. Just individual souls, hopelessly outnumbered, fighting small groups at a time. Heck, how many of them were even official heroes? "Tch." The actor clicked his tongue in frustration. Looked like he couldn't count on reinforcements tonight. What a pain.
But sitting here like a fly on the wall wouldn't make that any better. Ignoring the stares from the crowd below, Kou swiftly completed his descent- And just in case they had any ideas, he made sure his last 'step' before reaching the ground was particularly fierce. Let them consider the benefits of fighting someone who could punch a hole in the stone wall of a skyscraper. A few greedy glances fell on his relatively untouched and expensive clothes, before finding their way back to that hole in the wall, and the eight black appendages growing from his back.
It was no surprise that they found it not worth the risk, and backed off.
For Kou's part, he was more than happy with this. He may have just taken a break, but he'd still been fighting for... How many hours now? Seriously, if he had to keep taking care of small fry like this, he may as well head right back up to the rooftops. Now then, if I were a mastermind, where would I be? Not anywhere near here, that's for certain." If it was him, he would be as far away from here as he could get. Unless whatever ability he had used to hijack all the radios was short ranged... Speaking of which, the heck did any of that mean?
His thoughts ran in circles, and the only conclusion he drew was- Shit, good thing I'm not a detective.
He set it aside for now. Either the mastermind would slip up, or someone else would figure it out, or the state would finally get their shit together and send in the police. Seriously, why were small groups of vigilantes and heroes dealing with an entire mob of mostly quirkless folk? It made no sense at all.
Besides, in his thoughtless wandering, Kou had found himself with problems of his own. A face he recognized- The pro hero, Red Horn. Emphasis on pro hero. Not exactly the kind of person a vigilante wants to meet in the middle of a chaotic riot. Kou's eyes glanced to the side, hidden behind his mask. Would he be able to get away if he ran? Not knowing anything about her abilities... Well, it would be for the best if he could talk it out.
"Hey, you're Red Horn, right? I know you pros and we vigilantes don't exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things, but... Hey, we're both trying to stop this madhouse, so I don't suppose you could overlook little old me this one time?"
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"Redhorn"
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Post by Mia Kearney on Jan 6, 2019 8:03:12 GMT -4
Mia was growing irritated that she didn't seem to be finding any source of all this chaos. She was no tech wiz, and while she'd been forming a small team of backup over her time as a Pro, Anri didn't exactly know how to track a signal either, and whoever was running this crazy circus was likely smart enough to hide his signal, or however it worked.Still at least she was making a dent in the chaos, she could tell herself that...what were they thinking trying to hold back the pros from entering this mess? What, were the dumb cops gonna handle a bunch of wild quirkers?
Speaking of-
Stopping in her tracks, her muscles tight and large as she'd been pushing herself for a long time now in this mad little night, she wasn't exactly a peaceful image, glaring down the boy infront of her, snarling a little behind her exposed tusks for a moment till he made his intentions clear, snickering and waving him off. "Yeeeah. You may know my name but ya don't know me mate. You're a vigilante? Hell if I care. Place like this needs all the help it can get." She smirked and walked past him, squeezing his shoulder with a smirk, her muscles calming and reducing in size just a fraction as she moved further down the street. "Stick with me if ya like, or head into the chaos. Hell if I care so long as you're on the side of putting a stop to this madhouse tonight."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 22:47:22 GMT -4
Babel flicked casually through security footage, watching the pawns in his game closely. They weren't quite doing what he expected, but they weren't unpleasant twists. He watched through a hidden CCTV camera as a group of them scurried down an ally towards the open street.
“It's time.” He whispered into his mind. He looked back over his shoulder and saw that one of his other tools had already left to hit nails. He knew they couldn't wait for the fun to begin.
“Good…” This time his thoughts rang much louder, loud enough that every device with an audio device within the district rang out in his voice. “I'm glad you have all decided to stay. The fun is about to begin.”
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[G, Yuri, Kenshin]
Deep within the city streets Pulse heard the dinner bell. He knew he was finally free and could do as he pleased. He let loose an inhuman howl as he sent the manhole above him flying, launching himself into the air, and out of the rancid sewers.
He landed with a sickening plop, into an alley already occupied. He saw his prey, a man, a young boy, and a woman rushing off the other way down towards the main street. He stood there, howling wildly as he let loose his quirk.
Upon first inspection, one would assume Pulse was a heavyset man. He looked massive under the heavy cloak he wore to disguise his features. As his disguise was blown away, shredded completely, three massive tentacles revealed themselves out of his back. Each of them was about as thick as a fence post and about five meters in length and pulsing like a wave of maggots.
“Helloooo preeeeey” He smiled wickedly beneath his tattered hood, sharp and mangled teeth black with rot. Lifting himself off the ground with two of his tentacles, like writhing worms fighting to stay together, he stood to a full 10 meter height. With a wicked laugh he let loose the third tentacle, flying like a sticky whip towards the three of them.
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27 Years
Male
"G"
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Post by G Hajimari on Jan 15, 2019 14:05:47 GMT -4
When G brought some clothes to Yuri, she joked and questioned if he didnt feel like taking off his pants for her. G simply joked back and said "Whoah, there's a time and place for that stuff, hun. I'll do that when we have some alone time" G joked, pretending as if he was her boyfriend. Yuri then took off his clothes and then walked over to G and tapped him on the shoulder and indicated that she needed help with the zipper on her dress "O-oh.. right"He then proceeded to help unzip her dress. This was like the 2nd time a girl asked him to help stuff with their back. The first one was Chise who needed help getting sunscreen on her back. And only when he helped did the girl realize how awkward the situation was. This here was... maybe less awkward. Once G helped, Yuri creeped behind him, using G as a cover so she can strip and get in the rioters outfit. G like a true gentleman.... totally peeked to see some of that booty. What didnt help this was that when she got dressed that she said that as soon as she starts running that the clothes will burn "Dammit, Yuri... Quit giving me mental images of you naked" G thought to himself When the 3 Storm Knights were going to their destination, something seemed off to G. He even thought he heard something, but didnt have the time to look around. But it still bugged him, bothered him and gnawed at him. As they ran, G took a deep breath and looked behind. He saw something huge. He had no idea what it was. When he saw Pulse he didnt even think of him as a person, until he heard him say “Helloooo preeeeey”And saw a tentacle going at them. G reacted quickly and grabbed Yuri and swiftly and narrowly dodged the tentacle. He didnt have time to save Kenshin nor give him a heads up. But G believed Kenshin would react accordingly and avoid the attack as well Once he let go of Yuri, he faced his tall and ugly foe "Prey? I think you meant apex predator" G said to the big, tall and ugly. But before their battle started, G told his 2 partners "You two go and find Sunhawk. Help him out, I will handle this tub of lard" he offered to the two to stay behind and deal with this thing solo. He believed that helping Sunhawk was their top priority.
Quirk Spirit Animal(Companion Summon): C Rank
Combat Ability
Hand to Hand Combat: D Rank
2 Mundane Abilities: F Rank
Edit: I added some friendly quips with Yuri as I originally forgot to adress Yuri's post
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0 EP
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19 Years
Male
"Red Edge"
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
Red Blade Armor
Vigilante
Played by: khaozz
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Post by Kenshin Akadama on Jan 16, 2019 12:18:42 GMT -4
Kenshin hoped that he, G, and Yuri would make it to Toma in time to assist him. However, things would not be so straightforward, as it seemed that they now had company. Seeing G turn around caused the boy to turn around as well. Seeing the cloaked man made Kenshin sigh. Great, someone looking for trouble already. That was fast. And then the man's cloak was blown away, revealing his tentacles. The boy had seen enough horror movies to know where this was going. Hearing the man refer to the group as 'prey' was enough to make the boy smirk. Did this dumbass want a fight? If it wasn't for the fact that he really wanted to get to Toma as quickly as possible, Kenshin would have accepted the man's challenge and start fighting. However, the boy simply could not waste his time with the likes of tentacle man. Unfortunately, it did not seem as though tentacle man had any intention of letting the trio of vigilantes escape so easily. With a tentacle aimed at them, Kenshin ran to the side as quickly as he could to dodge it. Seeing as he was not transformed at the moment, Kenshin only just barely managed to avoid the tentacle by mere centimeters. The boy was relieved to see that G and Yuri had also avoided the tentacle, and he even chuckled a bit seeing G grab her like she was a damsel in distress. Heh, what a gentleman!Kenshin was hoping not to have to transform so soon. After all, if his quirk ran out and needed to recharge at a very inconvenient time, then that would suck massively. Now, he wasn't so sure if he could hold off on it any longer. Holding his wooden sword tightly, Kenshin was prepared to fight if the man attacked again. However, it seemed that G had other plans. He intended to go take on tentacle man himself, while Yuri and Kenshin were to go meet up with Toma. Kenshin did not like the idea of G having to fight this guy on his own. Still, they did not have much of a choice. Time was ticking away. Besides, G was strong. Kenshin had faith in his abilities. As long as no one else showed up to try to gang up on him, he would be more than fine. "Alright, I'll leave him to you." Kenshin then smiled. "Be sure to meet up with us as soon as you can, after you kick his ass." He then turned to face Yuri. "Let's go."Running as fast as he could, Kenshin hoped that Toma was doing fine. The boy knew that his fellow vigilante was more than capable of holding his own. But tentacle man had come from seemingly out of nowhere. Who knows what else would show up and get in the way. Just hold on a bit longer. We'll be right there! | Word count: 488
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Post by Crimson on Jan 19, 2019 22:56:00 GMT -4
Lightning Strike Yuri Kobayashi - Pop Star
With G's help she gt out of her dress and quickly got changed into the thugs clothes. They were big, but she did her best ti tighten the pants at least so they wouldn't straight up fall off... damn her and her petite figure. She let out a sigh, but then raised an eyebrow whenever G turned his head t sneak a peak whenever she had been in the middle f changing. Instead of freaking out however, she just smirked and leaned into G, wrapping her hands around his chest as she pushed herself up against her back.
"If you keep taking peeks at me, I'm just going to have to keep teasing you more and more~"
Yuri whispered, chuckling mischievously as she moved to let go of G but was promptly grabbed by him and roughly pulled away from her current position. She let out a rather high pitched yelp as she was scooped up, gripping onto G tightly before being put back down and finally seeing the source of her sudden displacement. She scrunched up her nose as she looked at this person and the fleshy tentacles that were poised to strike at them.
"This is something straight out of a hentai. Nope, i'm out. I'd give you some big speech about leaving you to fight him alone but uh... Noooooope."
Lightning strike was completely put up, putting her hands up as she took a step back from G and this fleshy, lumpy bastard. Just who the hell was he. Prey? Like hell they were! This guy was starting to sound like one of Thunders dogs... just... much less pleasing to the eye.
"Seriously though, be careful understand?"
She would then state seriously as she took a few steps away from G, ready to turn away and go off with Kenshin... but she figured hey... one little goof bye gift couldn't hurt right?? Her hand started to glow brightly with electricity, and as she walked away from the scene she would fire it off towards Blob man in hopes of getting one good hit in before running ff wth Kenshin towards Toma.
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"Deathclaw"
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Black Ink
Storm Knights
Played by: Peacekeeper Advocate
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Post by Aiden Gray on Jan 21, 2019 13:02:51 GMT -4
Man. And those were the guys supposed to replace law enforcement? Good thing Aiden had years of actual strict military training. He had seen his fair share of corpses in the many years of service. He had killed a few criminals himself. If these people wanted to play hero, you get both the good and the bad. Taking out a hypodermic needle, he observed the sloshing black ink. That would suffice for now. Good thing he had thought of bringing a spare. Now, should he actually do something about this whole mess? It wasn't really in his paycheck to do stuff like this and he'd rather avoid doing vigilante work in the middle of amateurs and so called "Heroes". He could at least check out who or what was behind all the hassle. He knew they were broadcasting, he heard em over the speakers and all other electrical stuff. Perhaps he could trace it all back to a source? He would need to find a way though. He would keep to himself. Unless other people had a problem with him. Whatever they were doing, it did not concern him that much. First things first though, he will need to gauge just how uch of a shitshow this whole deal was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2019 15:20:51 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Toma rose to his feet, a few meters away from the van, and turned to face the last two assailants. One of them was already brawling with the stranger, the one who asked if he was there to cause trouble too. They weren't completely wrong, he was there to cause trouble but not for the civilians who needed help.
Raising his hand, palm out toward the guy grappling with Bashira, he let loose a surge of power. A bolt of brilliant light and heat appeared to fly from his hand, crossing the hoof of the van and slamming into the back of Bashira's assailant. The thug's hoodie couldn't resist the heat and singed all the way through his back, revealing a nasty burn mark underneath.
“I'm here to help.” His hand steamed from residual heat as he turned to face his own opponent just in time to take a blow to the jaw. “Son of a…” He knew he couldn't fire again so quickly, so he sidestepped a right hook from the thug and lashed out with a snap kick to his gut.
“You can…” He grunted as he quickly backed up to avoid another blow to the face. “Call me Sunhawk.” In an act of bravery, or maybe stupidity, he shoulder charged his thug and slammed into him with all his might. The two of them went sprawling to the ground, a mass of angry limbs punching and kicking one another.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Feb 1, 2019 0:30:04 GMT -4
Bashira wasn't in a good position to see that Sunhawk had arrived to help her, nor was he perhaps in just the right position to see that the guy was already getting some karmic retribution in the form of having his arms wrenched backwards. That said, he made the vigilante call, which was to punish the criminal, and Bashira was thankful for it. As the guy yelled out in pain, she headbutted, colliding the flats of her horns against the man's ugly mug and releasing his arms. This caused him to fall backward; from there, she gave him one more full-bodied kick in the ribs, to encourage him to stay down a while. She avoided using her hands, because if she did that, he really would probably stay down, and she'd go onto the long list of quirk-users who'd decided to use their quirks with a dangerous abandonment of moderation today.
The vigilante named Sunhawk got a short way into his explanation before doing his best Bashira impersonation, eating a meaty punch to the face. Bashira screwed her eyes up in an expression that was a mixture of annoying doubt that he really knew what he was doing and sympathy for having been through the same thing before. "Raise yer hands, you can shrug it off with yer... y'know what, nevermind, you got it!" she encouraged him, having momentarily forgotten that just because someone was a vigilante with a tendency to get punched in the face didn't mean that they had super strong forearms to defend themselves with.
She hadn't gotten a good look at Sunhawk's power yet, but she could tell from the burns on the back of her target that it must be something to do with heat or fire. Either he needed to be close to use it... or he was a dumbass, getting close like this. Either way, she appreciated his stepping in, and figured she'd return the favor. He had been able to help her from a range, and she was able to do the same, though probably not in the way he was expecting. The large girl grabbed the helmet off of the head of the thug that was now reeling on the ground, then crunched it up into a smaller shape, but round enough to roll. Sticking her tongue up over her lip, she squinted one eye shut, then stepped forward in a remarkable bowler's strut, before releasing the projectile across the pavement. It more skipped than rolled, and would manage to hit the guy while he was blessedly pinned beneath Toma for a moment.
That ought to give him the moment's advantage he needed to pull through, she figured, but just in case, she began to approach, leaping with her knuckles like a gorilla. "The name's Tenpin! Nice work, heh heh," she congratulated him, helping him to pin the criminal down using the knuckles of one hand. While she did, she turned her head towards the vehicle, where the family was still hiding. "Hey, should we tell those guys to get outta there? I know a place where some other mooks are laying low till this whole thing blows over," she offered. "I kinda took the tire off earlier so... their ride ain't goin' anywhere. That wasn't the smartest idea, now that I'm lookin' back on it," she grumbled, rubbing the back of her head with one oversized hand.
It probably ought to occur to her to ask if Sunhawk was a vigilante or a hero, seeing as she was currently on the wanted list for vigilante activity, but she was more focused on what ought to be done to assist the family that they'd just rescued.
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Post by Dessen on Feb 5, 2019 22:25:31 GMT -4
[Redhorn, Asura Piercer, Deathclaw, and Serperior ]
She couldn't wait any longer. Unlike Pulse, who was a good little lap dog, Richter wouldn't stand around the old man for long. Her black trenchcoat flapped violently in the breeze as she rushed through the alleyways, sticking to the shadows to avoid detection. The night was still young and there was plenty of blood to be spilled, especially from those sickening hero types.
Yet she still knew better than to completely go against Babel's orders. So she watched from the shadows of the alleyway. It bothered her that she was told to wait. To refrain from having fun. Her strawberry blonde hair danced with the wind as she kept a close eye on a particular group that was forming.
A blonde girl with a red horn on her head was conversing with some pretty boy. Nothing too spectacular to note. That is, until she heard the words vigilante and pro. A wicked smile slowly began to stretch across her face as her forefinger tapped against her waste in mild anticipation. What luck! She had found someone worth fighting right off the bat!
"Sorry Pulse." She whispered to herself. "Looks like you won't be taking all the fun tonight."
She heard the telltale ring go off in her audio device and reached her hand out. Rubble from her surroundings formed a few inches above her hand until it was roughly the size of a small boulder. "Catch this, heroes."
Richter flung the boulder straight at Red Horn and Asura Piercer. She would be quite disappointed if they didn't dodge it. After all, what kind of weak ass heroes would they be if they didn't? In the mean time, Richter would dash out into the street to stand before them.
A look of killing intent would flash in her narrowed eyes. She had a toothy grin plastered on her face as she stood with a wide stance before them, cracking her knuckles in anticipation for the fight.
"Oi, you think the two of ya are gonna cut it!? I wanna get my blood pumpin'! So how's about y'all stop messing around with these weak ass losers and take on a real challenger!"
She was already beginning to focus on her quirk, causing several varying sizes of rock and rubble to slowly spin around her. Until they made their move, or if reinforcements arrive, she would keep to the defensive. Who knew what these so-called heroes were capable of?
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Post by Nakamura Kou on Feb 17, 2019 17:17:30 GMT -4
"Glad to hear it, sister. I tell you, this shit has gone on too long." Thankfully, Red Horn wasn't the type to mind vigilantes, it seemed. Otherwise, this could get awkward. It would leave a sour taste in his mouth if his first proper fight was with someone on the right side of the law. Obviously, quirkless crapshoots like he'd been dealing with all day couldn't count as a fight. Well, Red Horn could still stab him in the back- But he doubted she had the time for that. It was why he had hedged his bets on her overlooking his less than legal presence.
He contemplated the other's offer of tagging along. On the one hand, it would be less work if he had someone to team up with- On the other, they wouldn't be able to clear as much ground. Speaking of covering ground, as long as he had a hero's ear, may as well try and answer some of those questions nagging at the back of his mind. "So hey, you heroes have got to be more in the loop than small guys like me- What the fuck is going on around here? You're the first pro I've seen all day, and not a single cop either. The government isn't seriously ignoring this shit, is it?"
Alas, before he could hear a response, the two were interrupted by a voice calling out. Already on edge from the long day, Kou whirled towards the newcomer- only to see a boulder rolling towards him through the street. Of the eight spines in his back, the lowermost two would instantly jab downwards, sinking deeply into the pavement below him- Then with a twitch, launch the actor out of the way. He didn't even bother with Red Horn- She could take care of herself, probably. If not, then what was she doing acting the hero in the first place?
"Sure, I'll fight. Can't promise that'll mean stopping messing around with weak-ass losers." Kou taunted, cracking his knuckles. He doubted the shit-talk would hurt the newcomers mental state much, but it made him feel better about having to look at that shit-eating grin on her face. "But hey- I'll give you this much. You're the first quirker I've seen on that side of the aisle today. Who knows, maybe you'll spit up something more interesting than the rest."
So saying, Kou adjusted his stance ever so slightly- Making ready for battle. His eight Asura Piercers bent around his front, ready to deflect any of that rubble being gathered around his opponent should it come his way. Of course, his shittalk was just that- He wasn't about to underestimate this bitch and look like a chump just yet. Let her show what she could do before rushing in like a fool, no?
Kou's Stats
Quirk: Asura Piercer: Strength+Armor Mutation, C-rank
Mundane Abilities: Acting, D-rank
Abilities: Asura Piercing: Martial Arts: D-rank
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