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Post by Bucket on Mar 22, 2019 19:27:22 GMT -4
The day to go to that jail and break out mr. Insectoid Insurgent was drawing ever closer and, to be quite fair, Bucket saw that they were basically going in blind, to just cause an inordinate amount of chaos and just find out where Nick is along the way. That sort of thing didn't sit well with Bucket when there was one single concrete objective. Recklesness like what his boss seemed to want to go with, while possibly having an underlying plan under it all that he just chose to not tell his top bodyguard about for some damn reason, was what got him in jail in the first place.
Bucket is a man of plans and following them right. To have plans, one needs information. For that reason, he had been spending a few hours, every day for a while now, in his favorite roof, with a pair of binoculars that he looked from with just one eye, since they happened to be too small for his entire face, scouting out everyone that went in and came out of that jail. There were some that went in and never came out, there were some cops which he really didn't want to get even close to, not desiring the risk of getting one and having the asshole somehow sneak an SOS back to his mates and blow the cover of the entire operation.
The options left were not too many, though still enough to fill morethan one day. A few guys, a mother and her two young girls, all of them were temporarily captured by Bucket and, in an unprecedented move from him, were let go with a VERY serious warning of death should they attempt to call the authorities, while assuring that they'd never see of him ever again should they just continue with their lives.
None chose the former option, for they had proof of his tracking skills.
"This situation is so annoying I could cry.." The giant of a man muttered to himself, ass down at the entrance of a bar's backdoor, turned to an alleyway, which he deliberately chose for the next person to be questioned, legs crossed, bucket head supported by his right arm in utter boredom, his left hand holding his appropriately large phone with several pics already crossed out: people he had already interrogated -- all of whom gave him no actual information. Next in his list didn't seem any more promising, until he actually did some pre-emptive stalking, as he did with any person he interrogated. This one actually turned out to be an U.A. student, which gave her an instant connection to Nick. Going as a visitor to the same jail that Nick was being held in, while being a student at the same school which he went to before. He didn't know which classes they both went to, though it was safe to assume that even if they were from separate classes, the possibility of knowing each other was high.
"..Here she comes." Bucket told himself quietly when he felt the chain that connected his pinky finger's nail to the rest of his finger, being a chain so small, almost flat even, that one would only notice if their guard was already up and they were attentive to everything around them, be stepped on. It was a technique that helped him detect if someone was close by simply by having them step on it, though it didn't tell him at all who did it.
Either way, a quick glance at the time told him that it was about the time that she passed by that specific alleyway, from the mall to U.A., so, retreating his nail back to his hand, he jumped out of his hiding spot, pointing his right hand at whoever was coming his way -- hopefully Rowan. "Chain Gang!
Claw Trap!" Bucket roared out, holding down his middle finger to his palm, his other four fingers opened in the crude shape of a claw. At great speeds, each individual finger flew out towards the sides of the person he was aiming at, limiting its extension once they were behind her to snap them back, moving his large fingers to grip the victim from the back, attempting to forcefully drag them to him, so that he could push them into the wall and keep them still. "This is a questioning session. Please do not resist."
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 22, 2019 19:40:39 GMT -4
 | ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ Stupid school, it was rather dangerous in her opinion to go to school, she wasn't entirely sure what Jaegar would have told the other teachers but he was still her homeroom teacher. She had to be rather careful. With her school uniform on, her hair in a simple ponytail and her bag and phone in opposite hands, she made her way from the shopping mall, the building next to it, which held apartments was the building where she lived in. Lately, she had been going to school alone, no longer walking alongside her friend, maybe something bad happened? Rowan would care. Lady would not. What she did wonder about was how much gossip the school would tell and how much gossip would go on. Her mask was breaking, close to the edge of showing their mixed personalities, it started all at that bloody sports event and she hated it. She was in control, she was queen and she would rule.
She brushed her hair behind her ear and walked on, nose mostly pointed at the screen of her phone wanting to see if anyone talked to me. She basically got the idea from Saiko, lurking in the chat, she had called it if Lady was correct. But no one said anything interesting, they were all stupid anyway. She heard a strange sound and stopped walking in a sort of automatic response and look into the alley, her right hand, and torso were taken by claw-like hand and pulled her away, her left hand trying to see what she should do, H.
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This wasn't going fantastic. She turned to look at what was going on, she looked rather relaxed but it was the facade that Lady was pulling up. Nick, nick, nick, Nick couldn't save her dammit!
She stared with big eyes at the guy, her fingers mindlessly finding the word, bucket.
What the hell! She had trained, she was okay, she would burn this guy, oof... wall. It did not hurt her that badly but the impact on her shoulder blades were not nice. "O-okay." Would it be enough? Should she text some more?
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Post by Bucket on Mar 22, 2019 20:08:19 GMT -4
Holy shit, luck of the draw, he really had gone after someone who stuck to her schedhule to a T, as well as someone who still did not have any friends at all by the looks of it, after all, this girl was completely alone, without anyone to run away and call for help, in an attempt to possibly save her from the clutches of the "big bad guy". 'Course it never worked, the victim was dead by the time they even finished the damn call, after all, Bucket didn't beat around the bush and his interrogations usually took a very short time.
This time, he at least knew that he could take a little longer to speak to this one, seeing that even though he could clearly see her holding her phone, it didn't seem like she was calling for help just yet. Whenever someone manages to do that they usually, even if for a split second, get all confident and relieved. This one just seemed cautious and surprisingly obedient, unexpected of a hero girl who just came into contact with a notorious villain -- not that she would recognize him, some bitch who reported on what he did to Thundershock's adopted runt actually failed to mention his glorious name, even after he wrote his name next to the pictures he took and released!
UNFAIR! not the point tho.
Taking a good moment to gaze into her eyes, the red eyes of an objectively beautiful girl, with his cartoonish, expressive own eyes to see if she was showing any cockiness or the signs of relief that he usually saw in others, just in case she was remotely good at hiding it, the anchor in his face moved a bit, as if it was his own mouth, a much deeper, calmer, metallic voice coming out of him. "Nick Cross. Abaddon. If you know his name and want him free, then you'll cooperate and tell no one of where we are." Straight to the point, Bucket was now testing if she really was an U.A. student weird enough to actually go visit someone who got kicked out, a rebel, a terrorist. It was a far-stretch to think that she was the one, though the U.A. connection was still the biggest connection between her and his target that he had found in any of the interrogated subjects so far.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 22, 2019 20:19:22 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ WHO THE HELL HAD A BUCKET FOR A HEAD AND WHY WAS HE TAKING HER INTO A NASTY ALLEY. She tried, she had to try and inform someone, maybe someone knew, she tried to switch channels but she could not reach it. For god sake. The button was under the palm of her hand.
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Right okay, questions, questions should be okay, questions about what.
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Quickly! She had to send a next message, no panic, the names were flying in her screen. She could not see, she could not remember. Everything, breaking, everything she build up.
= k
Questions were okay. Questions were okay they could leave her be but she was scared. She was not sure if she could do this. If they would find her, what would they do, what would he tell him? Why was he taking her? She did not look at the screen anymore. Just staring at the man, he was so much taller and she was afraid, there was no way to get out, not even considering he was holding her and shielding her from the outside of the alley with his body and the claw around her. She was visibly shaking.
She had to get out. Her lip trembled, questions, questions. Questions. Questions about what. But who had a head like a bucket! She typed, tried to when he was only staring at her. Obviously, she had to get them away and yet find her, she had to be innocent and scared.
Not allowed.
Her eyes turned big when he said the name. Nick. No. No she could not do this, she got in enough trouble because of Nick, she would have to lie but she wanted him out, obviously, that was everything that mattered.
Phone.
But even if she wanted that, she felt her lower lip tremble and she felt tears in the corner of her eyes. She was afraid of the consequences of her decision. "I want him out." Those were not the right words, that were not the words Rowan would say and it felt infuriating in her body.
She read something about SOS. She should. She should play her role.
S.
But no location and she dropped her arm to stop texting. It would be a gamble, would he spare her or would he not. "No one." No one would know. No one would find her but if he worked with Nick, she might survive. She felt like crying, she felt weak, what queen, what rule, nothing. She did not even work well as Fierce. Fi-she stared at the man before her... no. Bucket. |
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Post by Bucket on Mar 22, 2019 20:59:11 GMT -4
It took a particularly high amount of his patience to not just push further into her stomach and pop her body like a balloon so that her entrails could fly everywhere for her insistence on messing around with her phone, even though he had her into the wall, could very much easily kill her and, at this rate, might just lose his patience and do so.
Still, standing quite tall above her, he simply stood still and silent while she messed on her "electronic device", no doubt having already told U.A. of what was going on with her, though it seemed that help still wasn't arriving: she wasn't getting that relieved look, in fact, it seemed that she was getting progressively more horrified with her situation the more she understood her position.
It got even better when she actually confirmed his questions about the possible connection by telling him that she did want Nick out of jail, even though just saying it made her cry. Crying because she was sad for Nick? Crying because she was scared? Crying because she was lying, maybe. Not for one second would Bucket guess that there was a struggle of a split personality causing all of this, instead, he just took what she told him and grinned, the anchor in his face opening up to reveal a jack-o-lantern like mouth, his metallic head opening up into several sharp, metallic teeth, revealing a dreary, wet black void for a mouth. "Yes!~ I love it when they cooperate!"
Excitement on the rise, Bucket had to snap himself back to attention, closing his mouth as quickly as he opened it, looking to the side a bit with a gaze that actually made him look flustered for some reason, leading the giant man to use his free hand to pick up his phone and type a bit in a certain chat that was ringing for a while now with his name, in a little attempt to get his mind off of his loss of composure. To get so excited over finally finding the person he looked for, what was he, a teenager!?
Blunders aside, he still had her against the wall, though by now, they both knew that no one would leave until his questioning was over, so he actually backed away and crossed his arms, still keeping a general stance about him that it wasn't over.
"First. Tell me if you did actually visit Nick Cross and, if you did, tell me how it went. If anything of interest happened that could, for example, affect his situation in the jail itself, mention it right away.
For right now, we are teamates "cooperating"." Those last two words obviously had a bit of his metallic, snarky sarcasm to it, even if they weren't full lies. Should Rowan.. Lady.. -- choose to cooperatewith him and be truthful, they really would be considered teamates in that whole business of breaking Nick Cross out of jail.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 22, 2019 21:10:28 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ She was scared. The control over her own emotions as well as the thoughts of Rowan were a jumbling mess that made her one. She did not know what to say or do. Yes to Nick. No to escaping, Yes to escaping. She needed out. Maybe that's why she ticked on the S before dropping her hand down to no longer look at her phone. The pop-ups from the other chat were ignored, Fierce was not so Fierce at the moment. She had no idea about what to think about it. She was afraid he would slam her more into the wall, that he would not be patient enough. but he was. The S was not ticked by Lady but by Rowan.
The young student wanted out of this nightmare but that was a particularly hard battle to fight. She felt like crying again and again but the problem was: Rowan could not cry. So it remained with the sad looking eyes and the trembling lower lip. Haru. Orlov-sensei. Anyone?
No. They were going to get Nick out and if that was with this guy who seemed to talk high and mighty about himself than so be it. She was afraid of him, her power might not be strong enough and besides, she would still be trapped. She did not know what to think, he took his own phone, writing in a chat that looked familiar with what she could see. Who was Fix? Why did Fix care? Lady Scandal, Bat, who was Shocky? She turned her head away. She should not see it. She should not confuse Rowan even more. She pushed her back further to the wall even when he let her go, was there a way of escaping.
Cooperating, but what did it mean for right now? Would that mean that when he got the right answers he would let her go or would he harm her? She looked up, heaved her head as if to look braver than Lady really was, "I went to see Nick. Our meeting..." She was lost for words what to tell, "Our meeting did not go to smooth. He broke the wall between us, so we could... talk." What a lie, no one would break a bulletproof wall to talk better, every idiot knew that. "They locked him up." She felt shaky, "They must have hurt him, it's my fault I shouldn't have gone there." That's when Jaegar picked her up. She had to fix this, they would burn her alive if they knew what she was doing. She was afraid, but if she gave him the right information, he might let her free.
She felt a word almost stumble over her lips, swallowing it quickly, no Rowan not now.
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Post by Bucket on Mar 22, 2019 21:23:45 GMT -4
Scared as this little kitty may be, at least she decided to cooperate with his demands, telling him whatever he wanted to know, things he really should keep in mind. So much so that he took out his phone to write it down on a notes app he had on his device for convenience sake. The short summary of how the meeting went, the confirmation of her indeed going there to specifically meet Nick Cross in jail and, best of all, the fact that the absolute mongotron had actually decided to bust through a wall to just "talk".
Of course, from how pretty she was, from how Nick himself struck him as, from the fact that they were about the same age told him that this "talk" was probably a lot more romantic than what she told him -- not that he'd press or ask about it, not only was it absolutely irrelevant to his decision making, it also could somehow make her feel ashamed and uncooperative, something he did not need or want right now.
"To confirm. Nick Cross busted down a wall to get closer to you, yeah? Assuming that what you're telling me is the truth and, trust me, I'll eventually find out -- so god help you if you're lying to me --, this means that he's 100% in solitary.
I've already heard he's getting ready to be deported according to some reports from Shocky's guys too, so this probably just solidified their choice."
Upon confirming it with Rowan, he took some other notes on his phone, like Nick's general lack of foresight which would be important in the break-out: he'd have to keep an eye on him so that he wouldn't try to do something that looked cool but, in hindsight, would be the dumbest fucking thing he could possibly do. He didn't have a lot of questions to ask, after all, what he wanted main of all was already answered, though since they were both there, might as well continue the questioning a bit further. "Another question, girlie -- and you're doing well, you'll get to go free sooner than you expect at this pace --, the guards. I won't ask you for an exact number or even an estimate, you probably weren't there to really look at that but.. from what you saw, would you say that there's a lot of guards or not too many guards?" The giant of a man asked calmly, right leg raised up a bit to press into the wall behind him, looking unbelievably casual for the situation that they were in, though in fairness, he wasn't the one in great danger that very moment.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 22, 2019 21:41:11 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ So many words, so many opposites. When she was left, Rowan was right and vice versa. They were never in harmony, well maybe once with that witch that touched what was the... it wasn't theirs but still, it wasn't a thing, but still. They would rule. Why did she want to scream for help, nothing was happening. They were only on the very brink of losing everything, their facade, their mask, their innocent thought process. No. Jaegar already knew. Ah her mind was almost exploding, it was as if her brain was bumping against her forehead, pointing out what kind of idiot she was. The throbbing pain did not stop but she would be able to get out of this.
She looked away from him, at her feet, Rowan ashamed that she answered, Lady, ashamed that Nick had busted down the wall to get indeed close to her. If she had not gone, if she had not stood there and told him he was not alone and everything she meant, would he be okay? "Y-yes." Solitary, she hated it, he was alone because of that, because she said it, it was her fault. He was writing on the phone, whatever she was saying.
Escape.
Run.
Now.
If we do that, we are dead! The higher one said but she did not want to listen. Shocky, the name again. They were moving him? No! No, they could not. Wait.. no. no. no no. no no! Her feet again as with Haru walked, she tried to stop herself, "No wait, I don't mean it. I will tell you!" Stop it Rowan stop! They were going to die! Her feet stopped, five steps away from where she originally stood. "Lots of guards." She said as her voice to concerns. "Please stop walking for god sake." Even if she was standing still again, she was deathly afraid of the consequences of five steps. If Bucket had not stopped her, she would herself. The struggle of herself fighting her other self getting more clear by the minute.
No, we have to get away, he is bad. Villains are bad! Nick is bad Miku told us! Miku!
She wanted to open her mouth to call for help but Lady pushed her own jaw shut. Goodbye world, it was nice to see you. "I can tell more. I really can." She was afraid, this was not fair, they were fighting themselves, she did really, really love Nick. "The-they can't move him. I would." What would she do, she was nothing, her feet did not listen, she could not even cry, she wasn't even a human being if you looked at it. |
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Post by Bucket on Mar 22, 2019 22:02:08 GMT -4
The girl in front of him seemed certainly conflicted, almost horrified at something, even though he was just there, peacefully leaning against the wall, just waiting for her to answer while she looked at her own feet like some sort of penguin. It took seemingly way too long for her to answer such a simple question and, even then, her answer of a simple, stammered pathetic "yes" only made him confused, the villain raising a brow in sheer confusion at what she was saying yes to, if there was even something to say yes to in the first place.
It was like that game where you catch monsters. Some idiot asks you your name and the only answers are "yes" and "no". Then he just mocks you for something you had no choice in. Cunt.
Amidst these random thoughts of games he played when he was a kid, his eyes snapped back to attention, realizing that this girl seemed to be walking away from him, amusingly slowly, so amusingly so that he actually didn't move at first, wanting to see if this was just a practical joke, maybe her stretching her legs to calm herself down. Maybe she was just so damn confident in her own abilities now that she didn't even consider it necessary to run while escaping his grasp.
Of course, as it turned out, in a theme that seemed to revolve around confusing the shit out of him, it seemed that she was scared of what she herself was doing, from how she suddenly turned back to him, saying that she didn't mean it in the tone of a slave who just offended their very cruel master who kills insubordinate slaves.
At least she answered his question properly, giving him something he really didn't want to hear. Lots of guards. So that was why the guard shifts seemed so weirdly large: it's because they are. The jail really is that well defended, surely because of the high amount of high-classed criminals that they seemed to house, after all, a murderer terrorist wasn't even in solitary before he did a dumb and broke a wall to share his passion with his girl. Before that, he actually even had the right to visits!
"Lover, I assume. It's a hit or miss with that guy. You either despise or love him to bits.
..Look, girl. I understand your pain of being scared of losing someone you care about, even if our meaning of "losing someone" is quite likely vastly different. Though it's not for you, consider it a present anyway: my boss, Thundershock, wants Nick out. When he wants something, he doesn't fail. He'll be free and you'll be together." Assuring her with a friendly tone, both to not have a crying mess in his inept hands, as well as gain a bit of her trust so that she wouldn't just betray him the moment he let her go, he stood up normally again, writing down the info she gave him on his phone again, looking up into the skies while thinking of any other possible things he could ask, considering that she just offered herself to tell him everything he wanted.
"Free for all then. Tell me anything else you think matters for this case. Maybe something about the guards? Their weaponry, if you paid attention to that when he tried to do a Kool Aid Man on the wall." Bucket asked, taking a few glances at the time in his phone, guessing that, possibly, U.A. might be sending teachers to get Rowan, maybe with the assistance of some tech nerd tracking her device. Maybe she had an electronic card that was trackable? Nah, probably not, that constitutes a massive invasion of privacy.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 22, 2019 22:17:58 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ There was no grip, no right no wrong, no left, nor right. If she could cry she would. Lost in the struggle, lost in a world that hated her. She was a monster, her quirk did so, Lady did so and now she was struggling, trembling and shivering because Nick might move away from her. How did she fall for such a guy just in the library, talking about books. Reading his favourite books, it was a lie. It was a facade, a mask everything. He had never belonged there and neither should she and look at them now. One locked away and the other one... crazy. What was it, that charmed her, what was it that made her realize and forget and realize again? Miku.
Everything he did it was like flashes in front of her eyes, she tried to stop a thief, but it was Nick. How did she forget? She tried to... stop the flooding of memories. No, Rowan should not know. She tried to push it away, not Halloween. Her knees buckled and she simply fell down. What a child, what an impression. Elise.
Miku.
What have I done?
Nothing, they did nothing. They did not stop, they did not poke, pull or lever, they did nothing. As they belonged, they would rule, they would have the right, the world would understand what happens if you sabotage the life of the Burning Lady. For years she was punished, they were punished, they were monsters and now they would return that power of a monster. Her legs were too weak. Rowan too much in power. No. It wasn't fair. She looked up at Bucket, she had spoken to him but he did not know she was Fierce. Nick gave her a task. She did not have to tell him that.
No. Thundershock.
She might be stupid but at least the two of them very well have heard of the name, they read the papers, Lady did not hide everything about him because she had no idea that he was linked to Nick. Her golden eyes stared at him.
What have we done?
Together. Yes, how she did not know, the school would do something, she would run away, she could do that, she had to keep up her facade, spread the word. How would she do that if they found her guilty of conspiring, cooperating, what if the school learned apart from Jaegar that she had been to the prison to see Nick? She felt nauseous with the idea. They would burn her alive. "They suggested to just shoot him and be done with it. They had guns, there were at least six in the room." She said like a robot, automatic, answering. "I need a favour in return." Bold words for a teenager against such a man. "I need you to hurt me, they will never, ever, believe me, if I get out unharmed." He was a villain, the teachers seem to know, the shutdown, the last text she read from Orlov-sensei.
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Post by Bucket on Mar 22, 2019 22:41:14 GMT -4
At this point in time, all that Bucket could do while Rowan had yet another existencial crisis in front of him was just to pick up his phone and browse memes while waiting for her to say something worthwhile other than gasps, whimpering or tears, something like that. How many times had she been like this for an extended period of time? It felt like it was about the forth time she was doing this, it was borderline ridiculous how much someone could get broken over a simple questioning session.
Whatever, the information she had given him so far was incredibly useful, compared to the fat serving of jack shit that he previously had on Nick and the jail itself.
He didn't care to wait for Rowan to recover, he was already preparing to shoot his chains up to the roof and leave from there, though it was at that point she once again said something interesting, not the contents of course, but the underlying meaning. It seemed clear that those guys, appropriately so, didn't see the criminals as people deserving of life. If they were to fight, they would surely shoot without a second thought so, quickly enough, he put that down too in his notes -- something to help him prepare to battle them, this questioning bore way more fruits than what he thought!
Then came the weird request. She wanted to be punched. Badly enough in fact to be believable that she wasn't cooperating with him, which was a fair thought. Even if she called this a "favour".
"Will do, though I'll be using your phone for this to make it more believable."
With that said, he raised his left arm towards her, shooting out his hand without a word, not even caring to add the cool "Chain Gang" name he'd usually add to all attacks and techniques he used on his quirk. Honestly, punching someone that literally asked for it felt good, but it still felt lacking compared to punching someone in a real fight. Still, he owed it to her to give in to her request, specially since it would actually help her go with his desires of not revealing any details.
Swinging his left arm to his right a bit, as well as tightening the chains to not stretch anymore, the sudden shock made it easily wrap around Rowan several times, using his hand's grip to stay solid on her torso. Making sure his grip wouldn't come loose, he decided that it was best to warn her of what was about to come. "What I'm about to do to you is going to hurt horrors, though you are absolutely encouraged to let all your screams of agony come out. No hard feelings."
Well, he put the phone on record, it would be a short message for U.A. Dejá Vu much? Who cared.
"We meet again, U.A. shitlords! Your favorite pal here Bucket didn't forget the gnarly scar Haruuhi's deadbeat dade gave me and, honestly, staining my perfect figure DID NOT SIT WELL!~" When he needed to put on his insane, boisterous and unhinged Bucket act, he really could snap into it so easily, it was like he had trained it for several years now, a true professional at that one act and one act only. He tried to pull back the chains though, since his hand was still gripped hard onto her, all it did was tighten them around her, incredibly painfully so, more than enough to get her screaming already. "You took from me, I'll take from you! I'll make sure she is never the same again!"
With that said, raising his right hand, closing it into a fist, adding enough strength to the hand itself that his fingers cracked and popped, releasing that satisfying snapping sound, he swung forward with great power, not the full extent of what he was capable of, he didn't know if his full power could just slam her arm out of her, though he did slam with enough force to get a satisfying crunch out of the bones in the shoulder area, leaving it visibly displaced, some of her skin having ripped with the shock, now bleeding -- maybe they'd become scars.
"The sound.. Ah, The SOUND! I'll never get tired of it. --Ah, sorry, I got distracted! This has been Bucket and I want you all to go fuck yourselves!" And with that, he turned off the recording and sent it to the U.A. chat from her account himself, sighing while letting her down on the ground, feeling a bit bad about having someone in that level of agony without even a fight. He never liked to attack those who couldn't attack back. "Please endure it and live for another day. One day, you'll actually take a punch of mine while delivering one back.
Also.. I won't blame you if you reveal all the details about Nick. Just be warned that if you do, it's guaranteed that the heroes will intervene and deaths inevitable. Nick Cross might be among them.
..Goodbye." Sighing to himself, feeling not comfortable at all about that situation, he put his own phone away and launched out his right hand towards a roof, shooting his body upwards and, soon, out of her sight. He'd be going to his main house in Musutafu, to organize all the info and prepare it for later.
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 22, 2019 22:57:29 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ It was a stupid request, a favour. She was afraid, trembling as if she was going to die. Ha, what a hero. Heroes were... heroes were... But she still did not cry. She remembered Rowan's conversation with Emi. Their search for RedHorn but it did not work out and yet she decided to be more confident. Everything in front of her, Sean. Miku. Chise.
I am so sorry.
Kanna. Haru.
If only she could cry she would. Everyone. But that did not save her from the request. That did not stop making her tremble while Lady gave their phone, while they listened to what the instruction was. Hurt horrors.
Mama.
She wanted to be home, what if she never left, what if she never had a quirk, what if her father did not hate her. She let out a scream when he pulled the chains closer around her, agonizing everything that she felt but that was nothing, nothing compared to after that. How did people survive, how were they brave and still around.
Haruuhi, Elise.
She was nothing, nothing, nothing. She wasn't worth it. She was a monster. She created a monster, it was all her fault."That wasn't me, that was Lady." She remembered, she remembered very well, but her knees too weak to stand up and run away, besides stuck.
She burned her lungs in a matter of speech as she yelled in pain for the attack of the bucket man. She did not dare to look at her arm as it felt as if it wasn't there. She felt the blood on her fingers though, she cried. She did, for the first time, her body did not block the friction to increase the speed of anything and just let the hot tears roll over her cheeks. Black spots dancing in front of her vision as if she was close to losing it, fainting. She could not, she was in control, she could not, not go back into the dark.
"Somebody help." She cried, to soft to be heard but her scream must be heard through the alleys. Someone would come to save her. The pain made her fall over, on her good shoulder. She did not know how to get up. The words rang in her ears, they could take him away from her, death but would that be bad or good for her? She did not know, she was so confused. |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Mar 23, 2019 18:50:36 GMT -4
自由自在 weird place for a nap
They knew who he was. They knew who he was. They knew who he was.
It felt like a wire getting dragged through his brain. A broken record he couldn’t turn off. Beating in time with the hum of his motorcycle, something he couldn’t drown off with the roar of the boosted engine. Fix. Fix. People weren’t machines, but God, if they were--he’d reach inside his head, and find a way to turn it off.
They knew who he was. They knew who he was. They knew who he was.
Yojin had always known people would find out. Chimera knew. Well. Chimera knew some. No matter how much he covered his tracks...someday, someone...all it would take was one slip, one day of back luck.
I should have stopped. I could have stopped.
It just--it had to be them.
Pluto’s little circus. Debt Collectors. A modern day circus. A face in a chatroom, without a body to strike at. A shadow. Buildings could be bombed. People had hooks. If it had been Thunder, Blackout, hell--even Bucket, Yojin could started thinking of cracks--something he could offer, something he use.
There was something inhuman about debt collectors.
He knew them so well. The calls. The polite threats. The smiles as they told you it would be fine. That there was a way out. All it took was a promise. Maybe another loan. A car, a house. A computer. A second job. Like preparing a piece of meat--just a knife, paring away bits of fat and muscle.
They knew who he was.
And for what. Rowan?
A student in another class. Just like Haruuhi had been. A girl who had set him on fire in their single meeting. What did he even know about her? Shy. Aloof. Nervous. Hiding a drive under that--a craving, for victory, for acceptance, for acknowledgement. For...something. Vulnerable.
What the fuck was he thinking?
The first time, it had been him, Lightning Strike, Nimue, G, and Geist. All he done was watch, and give a few bandages. Now he was a hero, right?
They knew--
His hands shook on the handlebars, and he reached up, raising his visor and slamming the heel of his palm into his forehead, hard enough to make stars dance in front of his eyes.
HE HAD TO STOP.
What he was doing was dangerous. If he turned around, went back to his shop or to UA, he’d just sold his identity for nothing. But if he rode in while thinking about himself....
Well. At least it would probably be quick.
Yojin swallowed. His mouth was very dry. He looked down at his phone--at the location he’d put in. An alleyway. What was Rowan doing out here anyway? A question for later.
Bucket. What did he know? He’d planned--he’d put up pictures, and thought--
Big. Not stealthy. Metal all over--chains in his arms. Much stronger than Yojin was. Much faster. Needed to stay out of his reach. His long, long reach. Bucket liked to take hostages. Like Haruuhi chained to the chair. Broken into bits... He liked to set traps too. The box.
Then what?
Poor vision. The helmet. No chance in a fight--but, but…
Distract. Evade. Chase. Wait for backup.
And if Rowan was a hostage?
One move. Maybe. Yojin was getting better, and he’d been thinking about how to bring down monsters.
A strong enough electromagnet when he tries for a grab might…
Well. It was a slender chance. There were teachers on the way.
Yojin, still on his moped, slide around the corner to the alleyway, making no attempt at stealth.
There was no sign of Bucket. Just a crumpled girl on the ground…
Yojin stopped his bike. His hands were shaking. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
Any second now--a hand comes out from the shadows and--
He lowered the kickstand, and slid off the bike, hunched over. Like a rabbit in the nest of a hawk. With shaking hands, he reached into his bag, pulling out a spool of wire, and wrapping it around the moped’s handlebars.
All he needed was a connection to control it.
Yojin took a step toward Rowan.
Nothing jumped at him.
He took a second step.
An empty can skittered across the ground, and Yojin jumped, letting out a gasp of terror and bumping against the wall of the alleyway. He froze for a second, clutching at his chest. He felt faint.
Nothing.
Something was off, though…
After a few moments, he walked toward Rowan again, his head on a swivel, looking around every single direction at once.
What was off?
That’s it. No scorch marks. Rowan could melt a robot, but…
She didn’t have a chance to fight back.
Strange.
When he reached her side, Yojin stopped, and knelt down, still wearing his wearing his welding mask. She didn’t look that hurt, but wasn’t moving. Dead, or unconscious?
He reached out, sliding one of his gloves off, and pressed two fingers against her neck, checking her pulse.
“Rowan?”
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Post by Rowan Sakamoto on Mar 23, 2019 19:22:36 GMT -4
| ◀ | The heart is a heavy burden ❤ The visible part that hurt was her shoulder, it wasn't even visible that much because her jacket had fallen over it again. Blood had trickled over her arm to her fingers, hurting, skin ripped off because of the collision and the chain but she could not move her arm anymore. She could not understand so many things, which was the reason to why her eyes were closed and the reason to why she fainted.
It was her.
Could you say you were back if you basically never left? Everything all at once, the pain in her shoulder, her body trembling that collapsed but the pain in her head. So many things she did not remember, where the hell was she? How did she get here? She opened her eyes shortly but closed them again.
Somebody.
Rowan had no idea what time it was, why she was out here in a dirty alley, why she was in her school uniform of all things and why it was so cold, which must be the cobblestones taking the heat of her body out of her. The hurt in her shoulder was a minimum compared to the pain in her head. She tried to get up with her right hand but she was too wobbly for that and just gave up immediately. Ha, what a hero she was, no matter what happened, already giving up. Was it that? Did someone rob her? Her eyes shot open when she felt someone touch her and she turned to look as she heard her name. Her name, yes, finally someone called out her name. Where had she been for those days or hours, or weeks that she did not ever recall someone calling her?
She wanted to pull back but she could not. But this person knew her name. It reminded her of what just happened but what did just happen?
No wait, her eyes must be betraying her, it must be someone from her school, they did not look that much different in height. "W-who are you and-and where are we?" She tried again to get up but closed her eyes against the pain that she did not understand. As she managed to sit upright, she held her right arm with her left. Obviously, the pain did not go away.
She did not recognize the alley, she did not recognize where she had been coming from or where she was going. She felt like crying, but she did not, she could not anyway. She wanted to go home. |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Mar 24, 2019 17:23:03 GMT -4
自由自在 nimue will be so proud.
Yojin’s stomach did a flip when when he saw the red smear on Rowan’s hand. Shit. Was it something internal, or higher on her arm? Or was she--
He let out a gasp of relief when he felt a pulse, suddenly aware of how hard his heart was pounding.
Thank god. We hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk properly.
Yojin bit his lip, desperately trying to think. Moving her was dangerous if she was hurt, but what if Bucket came back? Why had the man left in the first place? Could anyone event predict a maniac like that?
He--
Yojin jumped when Rowan stirred, clamping down on his teeth to stop from making a noise. Without thinking, he reached out to cover her mouth with his hand to muffle her. They couldn’t let Bucket hear them.
Nevermind that his moped was still humming behind him.
“Shh! Shh! It’s--” Yojin whispered, then hesitated. Who was he? Fix, or Yojin?
He was still wearing the helmet. She was going to freak the fuck out.
“--Yojin.” He finished, reaching up to pull off the welding mask off and set it down behind him. She wasn’t going to be asking questions. And seeing a familiar face had to help.
“Um. Crap. First things first--is Bucket gone?” He whispered. “I’m going to get you out of here. Just--”
Yojin took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from panicking. He felt like a liar. He didn’t have a plan right now.
“Trust me.”
He reached over to his belt, pulling out a small silver multitool from his belt.
“I...also.” He felt his face get hot, his cheeks flushing darker. “Okay. Awkward question. Um. Do you like that jacket?”
Yojin paused, then quickly clarified.
“I. You’re bleeding. Under. And I should see how serious. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
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