Post by Chiyoko Honda on Jan 29, 2019 23:13:44 GMT -4
Mistakes were made
Chiyoko was lost. Not for the first time the unusual-looking girl had allowed herself to become distracted from her original goal, taken a wrong turn, and now found herself in a dark, narrow alleyway the screamed ‘ominous’ in every imaginable way.
“Crap, how did this happen?” she muttered to no one in particular. She pulled out her phone but its map app offered her little assistance. “Damn it, I don’t know any of these street names!”
“Well well well, what do we have here?” came a voice she did not know.
A series of shadowy figures stepped into view ahead of her. She flinched all too blatantly; how had she failed to notice them until that moment? There were four of them in total, each of them buff, covered in tattoos and scars, and she had little doubt in possession of Quirks.
“This is our turf, bitch!” snarled one of them, who’s Quirk was the most obvious in the form of a mutation that gave him the head of a crocodile. “You better pay up if you wanna pass through!”
A series of curse words exploded through Chiyoko’s mind in rapid succession. These were thugs. Actual, real life street thugs, the kind her country-fried, sheltered self had only ever witnessed on television. And she was a Support student, in training to deal with all forms of heroics that avoided direct conflict such as this. In short, not much of an experienced fighter.
But it was people like this who killed Professor Hashimoto.
Her fists balled. Beads of sweat gathered on her skin and yet she did not move. Her teeth clenched and she found herself glaring at the thugs with fire she had never known she had.
Naturally, they did not take this well.
“Didn’t you hear me?” hissed the crocodile. “Ah, fuck it; let’s teach her a lesson, guys!”
“Crap, how did this happen?” she muttered to no one in particular. She pulled out her phone but its map app offered her little assistance. “Damn it, I don’t know any of these street names!”
“Well well well, what do we have here?” came a voice she did not know.
A series of shadowy figures stepped into view ahead of her. She flinched all too blatantly; how had she failed to notice them until that moment? There were four of them in total, each of them buff, covered in tattoos and scars, and she had little doubt in possession of Quirks.
“This is our turf, bitch!” snarled one of them, who’s Quirk was the most obvious in the form of a mutation that gave him the head of a crocodile. “You better pay up if you wanna pass through!”
A series of curse words exploded through Chiyoko’s mind in rapid succession. These were thugs. Actual, real life street thugs, the kind her country-fried, sheltered self had only ever witnessed on television. And she was a Support student, in training to deal with all forms of heroics that avoided direct conflict such as this. In short, not much of an experienced fighter.
But it was people like this who killed Professor Hashimoto.
Her fists balled. Beads of sweat gathered on her skin and yet she did not move. Her teeth clenched and she found herself glaring at the thugs with fire she had never known she had.
Naturally, they did not take this well.
“Didn’t you hear me?” hissed the crocodile. “Ah, fuck it; let’s teach her a lesson, guys!”
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