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Post by Goro Utari on Dec 17, 2018 22:41:00 GMT -4
It had been a week since Goro had gotten rid of a particularly irritating quirkless drunkard, who’d been aiming to blackmail the Gifted Underground into submitting to him, and the unfortunate close encounter with the police that had followed. Nothing had really come of it in the end, besides one or two news reports about the mysterious winged assailant that conveniently left out his victim’s own dirty dealings. The news had quickly been buried in everything after Semper Fi, of course, so most had forgotten about it.
That just wouldn’t do for Goro. Sure, it meant no cops knocking at his door to question him, but it also meant that the drunk fuck’s associates were probably back to business as usual, rather than constantly watching over their backs in fear as they should be.
That was why he had returned to that alleyway, though this time he was far more prepared. He hadn’t come in another formal suit, but rather his combat armour, and he’d been sure to sharpen his knife before he left the hotel for the night.
From his last visit here, he’d learned that running into others at this time was a rare occurrence at best. There were a couple people walking the streets at night; heading for clubs, or leaving them, or perhaps just trying to get air as fresh as the city can manage, but they didn’t go near where Goro was headed. So, he didn’t need to worry about jumping from rooftop to rooftop, hiding where the streetlights wouldn’t catch him. As long as he was careful enough to avoid establishments that would likely have CCTV cameras, he could walk the streets without issue.
And walk the streets he did, casually but keeping an eye on the streets around him all the same. If someone did come by, he was ready to escape off to the rooftops. As his luck would have it, though, that wasn’t needed. The streets were completely empty that night, and he encountered no problems at all on his way to his destination.
He’d had time to look into the associates of his victim before setting off, so he was well aware that some of them still hosted meetings in the same bar as the one Goro had met him in. He was just about to try the door from the alleyway when his Quirk informed him of the presence of another man entering the alley. He turned his head quickly to assess the intruder, the lone streetlight that shone into the alley just barely illuminating the both of them.
He didn’t speak yet. If this was just a simply passer-by, he’d probably be scared off by the sight of him. And, if he weren’t, the last thing they needed to do was talk.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 18, 2018 0:30:46 GMT -4
Underneath the night sky, Brandon kept focused as he rides a bike towards the destination. Kent lent it to use on the condition that he doesn't ruin it, otherwise he'll have to pay for it. Scanning the streets, Brandon notes just how different Kabukicho is during the night when compared to the day. There's a great noodle shop nearby that he often goes to after a great workout, slurping down the noodles to his endless hunger's delight. Now it's currently occupied by strange men who appear to belong to local gangs. Kinda sucks really, he was looking forward to get a late night snack after this.
10 minutes pass by before he finally finds the first of the rumored locations. He sets his bike next to a pole nearby, locks it, and grabs his briefcase as he heads off. Leaving his helmet on in case things get ugly, Brandon strolls up and stands outside an alley, illuminated by a lone streetlight. He looks at his phone as he nears the alleyway. Here's hoping he finds anything inter-
A unknown figure was standing inside the alleyway.
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"So...you want me to look into the noodle shop?"
Brandon perks up a bit as Kent is scanning at his computer monitor. They spent all day cleaning up the shop, so his stomach was roaring for some food. "No, idiot. Didn't you hear what I just told you?" Kent sighs as he grabs some papers and hands them over.
Brandon frowns as he recognizes the print. Recently there has been quite a lot of uproar involving Quirk users and the military, and its connected to a temporary base near Musutafu. Everyone clamored to it like moths drawn to a light; internet blogs began talking about the injustice of those who were attacked by the military, with news stations invading the privacy of those who were inside the base. Even early morning talk shows keep debating over the apparent "bio terrorism" that threatened to destabilize our society. It's why work has diminished a bit, you can't really go out and be a hero during this tense climate.
"The Semper Fi event has been the talk of the block. One can't go buy groceries without hearing talk about weird viruses transmitted through a quirk and infecting their water, or some other nonsense. There's even tons of vlogs and videos over it, with the most popular one involves the first hand account of a student from Yuuei."
Kent slowly becomes somber, personally reeling from this student's account, then quickly looks up and grabs another set of notes.
"So what does Kabukicho have to do with this?" Brandon tosses the papers aside.
"In a way, Semper Fi has become an unintentional decoy. Lesser crimes such as robberies, assault and battery, and even gang wars have been pushed to the sideline as the media eats up the unfortunate events in the base. Kabukicho is one such area of crime that has been thriving thanks to it."
He then notes Brandon towards the monitor, and highlights a news report. Reported over a week ago, it was quickly forgotten thanks to the current news darling. A winged man "tortured and killed a man," within the seedier parts of Kabukicho. The "winged" part grabbed Brandon's attention.
"Got it. Find this crime do-er and beat em up!" Brandon punches into his palm, ready and eager.
"Just gather info on this event." Kent says as he messages a disappointed Brandon images of possible locations to his phone. "Maybe you'll find something, like personal info on the culprit. Hell, maybe you'll find someone who saw it and kept quiet. We'll start here, then we'll see where we go from there. Just be careful, we don't want to get caught by the police right now so don't get too crazy."
Brandon nods as he heads out, only for Kent to suddenly yell, "If you walk all the way there, it'll be sunrise!"
"Then what do you want me to-" Brandon is rudely interrupted by Kent throwing a pair of keys at him.
"Use it, it's next to the supply shed. Just don't break it or he'll get mad."
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A unknown figure was standing inside the alleyway.
Brandon is taken back, he didn't expect to find someone here already! The figure looms in place. He appears to be wearing some sort of armor, maybe even a mask. It's hard to tell at this distance, so it could just be a heavy sweater. Brandon's mind filled up with questions: Why was this guy here? Did he hear the news too? Was he related to the victim? Or maybe, just maybe...
Brandon smirks beneath his helmet and drops the briefcase to the ground. Looks like he found the culprit.
"Hey there! Nice of ya to return to the scene of the crime, dumbass!"
Brandon's Stats:
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Briefcase: F
Quirk: E
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Post by Goro Utari on Dec 18, 2018 22:57:20 GMT -4
The intruder spoke up, and Goro immediately lifted the heels of his feet off the ground, ready to move. A simple passer-by wouldn’t be talking about that, and a Pro Hero would put on more airs of professionalism. This was a vigilante he was dealing with, and the suit he was wearing suggested he was experienced, or at the very least prepared.
Goro may not be one to jump to fighting, but in this case, he didn’t really see any way of convincing this man he wasn’t the culprit. After all, he was a man with bat wings, dressed like a supervillain, in the very alleyway where someone had been murdered by a man with bat wings. No matter what way you looked at it, that seemed pretty damning. However, he still wasn’t going to fight without getting a word in beforehand. Perhaps this was a particularly cowardly vigilante, and he’d be able to intimidate him away.
He leaned his head forward slightly, bringing his mouth closer to the small microphone mounted inside his helmet to layer more distortion over his voice. It wouldn’t disguise it any, but would perhaps make it scarier.
“And, what exactly are you going to do about it?” He spread his wings upward, as if to enlarge his silhouette. “I’ve killed already, do you really think you’ll be capable of bringing me in? Or do you just intend to beat the living daylights out of me as if that would pay for what I’ve done?” He finished his declaration with a laugh that pierced through the cold night air and echoed through the alleyway. “Ridiculous.”
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 18, 2018 23:14:56 GMT -4
The mysterious figure spreads their wings and starts assuming a cliche villain speech. Brandon rolls his eyes beneath the visor. He's heard it all before.
Blah Blah I killed already, Blah Blah Pay for what I've done, Blah Blah Ridiculous. Oh great, their voice is even altered. What a coward, at least lower it or growl. Using a voice modular to change it is just child's play. Why do these kind of people try to make themselves cooler than they really are? Their laugh isn't even great: the digitization didn't hide that it was a bit high pitched and forced. What are they, new meat? Brandon met low time thugs that were more threatening than this asshole.
Still, the fact that they spread their wings means they at least knows how to use it. After all, they did kill before so they're not exactly "green." With the way the armor is, it's not hard to assume that it's a guy. He's using it to hide his identity as well, makes sense that the news mainly focused on the wings to identify him.
But that's the thing. Looking at him in a better light, he probably should have ran. That armor is just for hiding one's identity. He's been hanging around Kent making gear for a long time that even an idiot as him can see the differences from a well made suit of padded gear and a costume. His armor wasn't specialized for protection. Sure it could take some hits, but it clearly wade made with the intention of the wearer to travel without impediment.
Brandon lets off a scoff, and starts winding up his arm. In an instance he dashed towards the figure, and readies his aim. "Ridiculous? The only thing thats stupid here IS YOUR OUTFIT!" Brandon yells as he attempts to punch the figure in the face.
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Post by Goro Utari on Dec 19, 2018 19:02:33 GMT -4
Ah, so he was more of a “punch first, think never” type of vigilante. Great. Just great. With his lack of thinking, the vigilante’s punch was more than easy to predict, and Goro raised a hand casually to catch his fist mid-motion.
That was what he was trying to do, at least. In practice, his arm immediately gave up the instant it made contact with the vigilante’s fist, and just followed the punch’s motion right into Goro’s face. The helmet and his hand at least offered some protection from the blow, but it was still enough to rattle him regardless. With that, Goro realised he may have underestimated the vigilante’s strength.
The side of his head smarted, but at the very least his visor remained intact. Goro adjusted his helmet back into place with one hand, while drawing his knife from one of the suit’s pipes with his other. As soon as it was drawn, he slashed for the vigilante’s neck, just where the helmet’s neck padding ended, followed by two quick cuts aimed for his chest.
“You’re in no position to say that, imbecile.” Goro was practically seething underneath his helmet. “Considering you came to fight an armed criminal with nothing but a ridiculous helmet.”
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 19, 2018 20:36:49 GMT -4
The masked figured quickly slashed his knife towards Brandon's neck, and then soon his chest, leaving behind a "x" on his ruined shirt. Brandon falls down to the ground. Blood leaked from his neck, as the masked man let out a distorted chuckle and flew off, leaving behind Brandon to bleed to death.
That's probably what he was hoping for anyway. Unfortunately, Brandon:
A) has his quirk activated, and
B) is too stupid to let a simple knife wound impede him.
"Gaaaaah, that stings a little. Come on man, how hard is that knife anyway? It looks like one of those old kitchen knifes!" Brandon slowly gets off the ground, steam emitting from his body and scales growing out of his body, with some piercing through his shirt and jacket. He activated it a bit late, but Rising Hazard still took the brunt of the damage. "Also, what did you say about my helmet? I made it look cool! Way better than your mask, anyway!" He growled at the figure. He looks like he barely even knows how to use his knife; if he knew anything he would have stabbed further in the skin to sever his tendons and cause serious damage; he just swiped like an idiot!.
"Besides, I don't really need armor when I already got it. Wanna see more?" Beneath the helmet, Brandon's eyes become narrow and he snarls as he runs towards the figure, readying his fist. Brandon prepares to deliver a right hook towards the man. Try to deflect this, asshole.
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Post by Goro Utari on Dec 21, 2018 12:06:24 GMT -4
Goro held back a snippy reply to the insult about his knife as steam poured from the vigilante’s body. An armour transformation like Nick’s? No, Goro thought, not quite. There must be more to it, the steam implied as much, but he had no idea what.
“As if someone as dense as you could even make a half-decent helmet.” Goro muttered, but it wasn’t just a meaningless comeback. This musclehead was definitely more brawn than brains, so a helmet like that sure wasn’t of his own creation. Did he just buy it off someone else, or was he working with another vigilante?
As if to prove Goro’s point, the man launches at him again, another fist aimed for his face. Having learned from his misstep last time, Goro didn’t attempt to deflect, instead flattening himself against the closed door to his side to dodge.
"How very impressive." Goro responded sarcastically. Now in closer proximity, Goro could easily pick out areas of bare skin that hadn’t quite been covered by the idiot’s quirk yet. Aiming to cut deeper this time, he slashed at the vigilante’s sid in an attempt to leave a deep enough cut before the scales made it an impossibility.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 21, 2018 14:04:18 GMT -4
Okay, maybe he underestimated his opponent's skills with the knife. The figure aimed straight towards an area where Brandon's scales haven't really formed. Brandon attempts to form scales around it, but it was a bit too late, the figure slashed his knife, leaving behind a huge gash.
"Gah! You, you basterd!" Brandon angrily growls as the figure leans on a closed door. Looks like he can't just punch and hope for an easy hit in anymore. He's gonna have to plan something out. Planning isn't Brandon's strong point, he usually leaves it to Kent over the phone. Brandon readies his fist. This guy is gonna keep dodging for as long as he lives. As long as he sees Brandon, he'll know which area to protect.
So why not cover up the alley with a lot of steam?
Brandon runs up to the man, feigning a punch, but instead readying up his voice. Once he screams, his body will release a huge amount of steam, and he'll use that period of time to land several hits in. If Kent were here monitoring, he would say "That's not really a plan, that's just you punching harder." Brandon grits his teeth.
Punching harder hasn't failed him yet, and it wont now. Brandon readies himself and as he gets closer to the figure, he lets out a piercing battle cry:
"GROOOOOoooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
Brandon's throat is the real victim of this scene.
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Post by Goro Utari on Dec 21, 2018 20:39:18 GMT -4
A grin spread wide across Goro’s face as the knife finally made contact with skin and blood spilled over the vigilante’s shirt. For a moment, he hoped this would prompt him to shut up and actually focus on the fight, but unfortunately those hopes were quickly dashed when the idiot started yelling again. God, why did he yell so much?
Responding to him would only prompt him to keep yelling, so Goro instead resolved himself to shut the meathead up as fast as he could. Perhaps a solid kick to the stomach, scales or not, would be enough. Before his leg could so much as leave the ground though, the vigilante took a step forward and, a second later, the world around Goro vanished.
Or, at least, that was what it felt like. One moment, he could hear everything around him; the ground beneath his feet, his wings pushed against the door, the streetlight a few metres away from them that didn’t quite reach into the alleyway, and then it was just… gone. He could still see, of course, he could just about make out the shadow of his wings reach across the alley through his tinted purple visor, and he could still feel them pushing against the door behind him, but they still didn’t feel quite as if they were there.
The fucking vigilante was still in front of him, his mouth open as if he were screaming, but there was nothing besides a tinny ring filling Goro’s ears. Goro went to speak, to mock the vigilante for just pretending to scream, but his voice faltered before he even completed a word as he realised he couldn’t hear himself speak.
He couldn’t hear anything, and it filled him with a terror almost equal to that which Mother’s presence did. The steam that was now obscuring his vision, removing his last grip on his surroundings besides hopeless sense of touch, certainly didn’t help matters. All of a sudden, he was completely lost, without taking a single step away from where he was standing.
He could just about remember where most of the debris that filled the alleyway was, but he had no chance in hell in nailing down where the scaled vigilante had gone. Any satisfaction he had from the slash he’d left on the idiot earlier was drowned out by overwhelming fear.
In a desperate attempt to shield himself from everything, he wrapped his wings tightly around himself and slammed into the door behind him, trying to knock it open. It was locked tightly, and if he were capable of hearing that would be apparent, but unfortunately Goro no longer had such luxuries afforded to him.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 21, 2018 21:02:32 GMT -4
As the figure spreads his wings around his body, he desperately attempts to open a door, seemly trying to escape. "Oh, so ya want to run, huh? You wanna get away?!" Brandon growls even raspier than before thanks to the scream. He pauses for a bit. He notices his scales are slowly retracting, so it must be about time. Damn it, he was almost getting to the good part. Brandon looks at the masked figure again. He's shaking, almost like he's scared of the masked vigilante delivering justice.
Brandon readies another punch. This is gonna be the one that determines the fight. If he even misses one inch, Brandon could hit the wall and badly hurt his arm. If he connects, this asshole's the one in a world full of pain. Brandon's scales remain still for a couple seconds as the last amounts of steam burst out of his body. The steam surrounding them slowly dissipate, and as the figure struggles to turn the steel handle, Brandon gives out one more comment.
"Hey, asshole!" Brandon musters up enough energy to raise his voice. "If you ever think of coming back to this place...just know that Drag-On's keeping an eye on ya!" He lies, a weak attempt at intimidation. Brandon runs up to him, preparing an overhand punch on the figure's dumb looking mask.
The night grows colder. The lights become dimmer.
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Post by Goro Utari on Dec 26, 2018 21:38:21 GMT -4
He could see the vigilante’s lips moving, and his expression suggested some type of taunt, but Goro’s ears were still refusing to function on even a basic level. Goro was just grateful his helmet hid his face, and thus the terror etched onto it. He was frozen to the spot in fear, the only movement he was capable of being involuntary shaking, so he was completely unable to dodge the dragon’s punch.
For the second time that night, fist met helmet as the vigilante delivered a mean left hook right to Goro’s jaw. Even with the scales on the masked man’s body visibly receding, his strength hadn’t reduced at all, knocking Goro right through the door’s glass. The sheer force of the impact snapped the door’s lock right in two with a loud snap that Goro was only just able to hear.
The ground rushed up to meet Goro all of a sudden, and his armour didn’t do much to cushion the second shock of hitting the wooden floor of the bar. Judging by the complete darkness inside, it was closed for the night. The dull thud Goro’s body made as it hit the ground echoed distantly in his ears as his hearing returned.
Goro just backed up while still on the ground, unwilling to attempt to stand before his hearing, and thus proper grasp on his surroundings returned. Over the ringing in his ears, he was sure he’d heard the vigilante call himself Drag-On. It reminded him of Nick’s ridiculous obsession with the mythical beast, which only served to irritate him further. Why did he have to lose to such a moronic braindead meathead?
This was ridiculous. This whole visit back to this alleyway had been pointless to begin with if the bar really was closed for the night; why had he even bothered coming here? Why was this vigilante just happening to pass by tonight of all nights?
“The next time w-we meet, it won’t go like this.” Goro’s voice was uneven and slurred, as he still couldn’t quite hear himself speak, but he was able to hear enough of the world around him now that he had the confidence to stand up again. In the dark, it was unlikely for the vigilante to locate him again.
He vaulted over the counter that he could just about hear, and rushed for the front entrance as silently as he could, intending to escape and fly off into the night before Drag-On could give chase.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Dec 26, 2018 21:57:22 GMT -4
Brandon stands there, heavily panting with sweat dripping under his helmet and his clothes. He pulls up the visor to let off some heat, as he stares at the open door. Oops, you broke it, Idiot. Brandon's mind rebukes him. Be glad there isn't any surveillance cameras around to see that, otherwise you'll have to pay for damages. He closes his visor and enters the bar, enshrouded by shadow. He looks around, groans, and fumbles around the walls, looking for a light switch. Upon turning it on, he spots something. To his disappointment, the front door is slightly opened.
Crap. He got away. Brandon groans in disappointment, unable to properly speak. He closes the front door, shuts off the light, and carefully attempts to reattach the door knob onto the broken door. Being an idiot, his attempts were in vain, leaving him frustrated and throwing the door knob at the ground, furthering damaging it to the point of no repair. Brandon slowly fumbles away from the alley, and looks around for his briefcase.
At least the bike's still there, a tired and hurt Brandon sighs in relief as he slowly grabs his case, softly whispers out "Metamorph" to unlock the case. He grabs a spare hoodie, shoves in his ripped up coat, and looks for a bottle of water. Upon finding it, he starts drinking as he walks towards the bike. Within 2 seconds the whole bottle's contents were devoured as he reaches the pole he parked at.
Grabbing his phone, Brandon was about to call Kent but then realized that his throat is still sore. So, he starts messaging.
"ey, guy got away, saw his mask and gear. dont think he ll come back." he hastily types. Not bothering for a response, Brandon gets on his bike, but a stray thought pops up in his mind. That ramen place is still open. Might as well soothe your hurting throat with some delicious shoyu ramen. Brandon grins as he heads towards the ramen shop.
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Post by Maya on Dec 30, 2018 14:10:45 GMT -4
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