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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2019 13:37:40 GMT -4
On a late night in Tokyo the masked villain Recoil stood pacing back and forth in an alleyway hidden by darkness, he seemed to be awaiting someone and his excitement, almost palpable, was juxtaposed by him nervously rubbing his hands. You see, tonight was a special night for Recoil, after a long day of applying for jobs and stressing about his Japanese he had decided to wind down by turning on the news to see if there was any mention of the legendary Recoil, there wasn't, but that was not the important part. No, what was important however, was the arrest of some infamous criminal that Recoil couldn't pronounce the name of by a certain Red Horn.
Now Recoil had heard a thing or two about this hero back in America, but all he knew about her back then really was she was a random Texas vigilante he never lived in Texas so he never really considered her a viable arch-nemesis, however upon her move and subsequent fame in Japan Recoil began to fantasize about the idea of defeating the legendary Red Horn. He knew exactly how he'd do it too, by using her own strength against her and beat her in a single blow! With this he'd have the great debut he had always dreamed of, he'd be the villain Recoil who defeated the Red horn with but a lone punch. With this knowledge he ecstatically donned his signature outfit and raced out, he had known the Red Horn liked to celebrate after big arrests like this, thus he knew she'd not be home till it was late and so he laid his ambush.
Still as he awaited the Red Horn the excitement of Recoil began to mix with the anxiety of Matt "What if I can't beat her in one punch?" "What if she's too strong and kills me?" and other such nonsensical things before he steeled his resolve. "No, I am the Supreme villain Recoil! I will show off what an honorable villain can do! This will be my debut! "
Either way the adrenaline of the situation had begun to make him nauseous and his fingers numb. It was with this he realized he had yet to prepare a suitable monologue or prepare any quip, causing an internal hysteria in the mind of Matt as he rushed to think of said monologue and prepare a few quips. Thankfully Mia wasn't here yet so she wouldn't have to see the great villain Recoil preparing his lines, that'd simply be embarrassing.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 24, 2019 12:02:41 GMT -4
Mia wouldn't call the arrest super big, but it was one hell of a fight with a moderately well known criminal, so she definitely had to celebrate and enhance her good mood. While it was always hard for the Oni to get drunk thanks to her size and a quirk enhanced resistance to poisons, including the intoxicating effect of alcohol, she could really get down to it when she had a game plan in mind. She'd slammed down her card to put behind the bar at the beginning of the night, and managed to show that even after 10 pints she was barely tipsy, so the drinks just kept coming without the bartender having to worry about her.
With celebratory cheers in her favorite pub, and a hefty bonus to her paycheque this week for taking down such a criminal, Mia's generosity reached herself and the whole bar as she ordered a few rounds for those sharing her table. None of them close friends, most of them met just that night, but she was in a good mood and wasn't about to down herself thinking about how much this might cost her in the near future.
Despite the heavy intoxication, the beefy woman lost none of her charm. In fact getting the people around her drunk helped somewhat, and as she found herself needing to find her way home, she didn't find herself alone either. Dressed in a flannel shirt and roomy jeans, a white shirt and some walking boots, she strode down the streets with a rather pretty young woman hugging her toned arm. Right now she was in a good mood and had no reason to 'bulk up' bringing her to a still toned and broad state, but nowhere near the titan many people saw on TV.
"I'm tellin' ya *hic* honey...once we get back to my place, you're gonna see I can save the day and make your night...!~"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2019 12:23:40 GMT -4
"Fuck." Was the first word Recoil thought to himself as he peaked out to the street to see Red Horn was there, and was not alone? Perturbing, perhaps it was her new sidekick? Well he'd see soon enough; it was show time. He straightened his posture and took a deep breath. "I can do this. Yea, I can do this." He repeated to himself in his mind as he leaped from the alleyway in front of the pair in an over-dramatic fashion, with his finger pointed toward the Red Horn.
The first thing he took note of was just how tall she was, it was hard to gauge at first, but she indeed was huge being a couple of heads taller than Recoil himself. "At last we meet Red Horn, or should I say Texas Terror? Your not the only one to come from America, I, the legendary villain Recoil of America have also come to Japan to remind people of true terror. You and your side-kick stand no chance against me, now prepare for your own calamitous downfall and the spectacular rise of Recoil!" Just then he took a stance before waving his finger for the Demon of Dallas to come forth.
"Maybe this won't be so bad." Matthew thought to himself grinning beneath the mask."Maybe I can win!"
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 24, 2019 12:31:42 GMT -4
Mia stopped giggling with her friend, with a few chuckles still escaping her lungs as she spotted the person blocking her path up ahead. SO drunk was she that half his words took a few seconds to fully register, her brow rising with some sense of surprise and intrigue as she tried to keep up with his bombastic entrance. Whoever it was they sounded young, and the flashy nature of their entrance had Mia just thinking one thing.
"Oh! Look kid, sorry but I'm not doing the *hic* autograph thing right now. I can't play big her for you or tag or whatever.~" Her drunk brain making her think he was much younger than he appeared, she gently rested a hand on the shoulder of the woman with her, whispering quietly. "Look gimme a sec to humor the kid then we'll get movin.~" She flashed the woman a sly wink before leaving her a few steps behind, sauntering up to this supposed villain with open arms. "Shory kid I justs don't gots time riiiight now.~ Maybe if you erm...oh! Maybe if you come by my office tommorrow I can sign this cute little mask of yours to make up for it eh?~"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2019 12:47:57 GMT -4
"My mask is c-" "I'm no toddler, I'm a legendary villain!" He remarked pointing to himself with his thumb. This was not going to plan, she seemed a bit... off. Was.. Was she drunk!?! Do heroes get drunk? This was new information for Matthew to process. Either way there was no turning back now, he was the legendary Recoil and he had a job to do, at least that's what he convinced himself to believe anyway. "No, this i- This is where we fight! Right? I- I think?" "Wait... You aren't playing games with me are you! I don't partake in petty games." Was she just toying with him? Was he that far beneath her? ...Naaaaah. He shook his head to reorient himself. Clearly this was a game, it had to be, and Recoil doesn't partake in petty games.
"Just hit me already so we can get this over with!" By now his anxiousness had begun to manifest itself as his face began to sweat and his hands, which by now had turned to fists, began to shake and stir whilst juxtaposed by his confident posture and his taunting. "C-c'mon now, I don't fear any Texas Terror." What have I gotten myself into? He thought.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 25, 2019 4:28:24 GMT -4
Mia scoffed a little as they remained adamant they were some grand villain, snickering a little even directly in their face with a wide grin on her face, her hands on her hips as she stared him down through his mask. Her face was definitely a little…sloppy. Cheery and not lopsided, but something about her face just screamed about how much she’d been drinking that night. In her current state this guy infront of her was just playing the bad guy in the hopes Mia would chase them down or something, and she was finding it plenty amusing while she was so absolutely shitfaced.
“Look kid as amusing as it is that you wanna play my bad guy-” She put a hand to her chest, and stepped aside, gesturing to the beautiful woman in skinny jeans and a leather jacket who offered a cheeky wave when she realized she was the center of attention for a moment, Mia making sure it was very clear she was now talking about her. “I gotta get home and show my lady friend for the night how much…’joy’ a hero like me can bring.~” Seemed that Red horn was also a drunk who had no filter, giggling at her own choice of words.
As he seemed adamant about taking a hit, Mia let out a dramatic sigh, clearly exaggerated like this was the biggest chore in the world before giggling her ass off. She rolled her shoulders back, not able to realize this may be a bad idea to wack a kid she thought was just a zealous fan, and prepared to go for it. “Well you ashked for it. I gots a witness…~” She smirked, letting out a puff of air, and brought her hand back, swinging it across the side of Recoil’s head. If his quirk meant the kinetic force didn’t even effect him, she’d watch him stand still and bring her hand back, looking at it a little confused as to why he didn’t move. If he still moved but just felt no pain, she’d smirk and watch him like waddle off to the side a little, saying “All good now kid?~” As if she’d just done him a favour. Honestly though if he was a fan, saying ‘I got hit by red horn and lived to tell the tale’ would probably be quite the exciting story at this stage in her career. Not that she killed, just, people knew how devastating she could be.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2019 5:05:06 GMT -4
Matthew was now a hundred percent sure that the Red Horn was drunk, which for some reason had found a way to make him even more uncomfortable. Any of her attempts to talk him down were met with silence as he narrowed his view toward the hero and stuck to his rigid stance, albeit his fists still shaking, but with an unmistakable determination. He was going to be punched in the face tonight, that was for certain... Wait... Actually wait n-no WAIT! he didn't want to be punched in the face that could actually break his ma-
As Mia's fist came careening toward Matthew's own face it moved in slow motion, almost giving the upstart villain time to think of what exactly he just started, but instead of using this time to perhaps ponder better life choices it just reminded him that it was show-time. As her fist connected to Recoil she'd notice that he didn't move an inch, sure his clothes perhaps blew around a bit and to assure the safety of his mask he made sure to place a hand on it to keep it steady, yet there was no movement from Recoil himself as she'd hear him begin to mutter.
One... Two... just then he attempted to swing a right uppercut against the terror, whilst during a mental symphony began to play to the rhythm of "Don'thitherintheboobdon'thitherintheboobpleasegoddon'thitherintheboobwhyisshesotall."
THREE! Assuming if she let the hit connect she'd get to feel in real time as the front four fingers of Recoil would instantly shatter upon contact turning into a dark purple color, meanwhile his forearm also felt some of the impact turning into a bright pink. "MMMMMMMHMMMMMM." the villain said attempting to conceal his scream of pain as he clutched his hand in pain. He wasn't sure what hurt more, her skin or the force of her blow. Either way, that had to be at least strong enough to break stone or bronze... There's no way she came out unscathed from that! Right? "H-...Why does your face feel like punching st- err... T-take that hero! I've used your own might agains-... HMMM..." He said gripping his hand briefly looking away from the Red Horn not even taking time to assess the damage his blow did.
If she decided to dodge it instead she'd be greeted by the site of a man's hand breaking next to her as Recoil staggered a few feet before repeating the same process up above except instead of "Take that hero!" it'd be more along the lines of "You... Weren't supposed to dodge that... Hnnggg."
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 25, 2019 6:49:26 GMT -4
Still looking to her hand with some confusion as the punk seemed not to move an inch, she didn’t even register the fact he was counting down, just looking down to her hand as she flexed her fingers, wondering if she was so drunk she’d missed and hadn’t realized…nah. Impossible. She could already feel herself sobering up and she was half sure if she didn’t take another drink in her apartment she’d be sober again before the night was over. Her eyes lifted up to the boy himself, curious if it was some sort of quirk and parting her lips to ask him what sorta cool quirk could let him just tank a blow from her of all people without even bothering to flinch, but before she could get a word out, the almighty call of ‘THREE’ chimed out, making her quirk a brow with a curious expression, watching him swing an uppercut.
With the punch aimed at the underside of her chin, her reaction time wasn’t the best but she also didn’t expect much to even bother dodging. Her chin lifted a little with the blow but a small wince of her eyes was all he earned out of her. It felt to her like a normal person would feel the full force blow of a five year old getting a bit too rough. It hurt, but it weren’t gonna leave a bruise. She didn’t even realize half the pain anyway in her tipsy state, nor the fact that it was her own half assed back hand thrown back at her in the form of a punch.
As his hand lowered, him gripping it in agony, she quirked her brow and registered just how much he seemed to be hurting. The silliness of her state faded a little. Enough remained for her to treat the person who’d just attacked her with concern rather than force, stepping closer as she lowered down a little, trying to get a good look at his hand. “Yeesh kid you got some weird weakness to your quirk. Can take a punch from me but ya can’t even dish one?~” She chuckled a little, trying to pull one of his arms forcibly away from the other, tugging the kid’s injured hand by the arm so she could get a good look. “Daaaamn…how many blood vessels did you burst…you need to go to the hospital with that…”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2019 7:23:49 GMT -4
In order to better combat the pain he began to take in extremely deep breaths with his attention still turned to his hand till he heard Mia speaking and it dawned on him she barely felt anything. He lifted his head up to get a good look at the demon, anddd- would you look at that not a scratch... This was not going well... Wait is she... Is she mocking me? This cut deeper than any attack she could have made, now he had to prove himself regardless of injury. As she attempted to pull on his arm he diverted all of it to his right leg causing him to trip face first into the ground.
He struggled to pick himself back up as his body was shaking, if she attempted to offer any help he'd reply with a "No, I can do this." as he lumbered up he'd grit through a few words "C'mon...I'm a villain, I can take a few hits. This is a fight, now throw another, it isn't that easy to take me down." He attempted to demonstrate this by turning his broken hand into a fist, but that was to no avail. So instead he merely let it hang off to his side as he lifted his remaining hand and prepared for a fight. "In case you were curious... On what made me able to take one of your blows so easily It... It was.. Hng... It's called Kinetic Transfer, I choose where all force enacted on me goes... I can even focus it into counter-attacks or as I like to call it recoil. You've met your match hero, I can take anything you do and throw it back at you." He said as he began to once again don that fake confidence he had just a few moments ago..
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 25, 2019 7:33:24 GMT -4
Mia’s expression dipped a little as he fell over so…oddly. His arm wouldn’t budge but somehow he’d managed to tug him onto the floor? Her instincts failing her in her current state, she heard the yelp of the woman she was meant to be taking home and feeling her odds of spinning ‘I let this kid fall on his face’ as a good thing dropping by the second. Ugh her chances of getting laid were not looking good after this encounter, and her silliness had turned to concern to mild frustration at the kid who’d decided to faceplant rather than let her look at what seemed to be a damn well shattered set of fingers. He was even continuing with the whole villain thing even now, forcing Mia to rooooooll her eyes. Yeah. Of course. You were some biiig villain kid. That’s why you chose to be ballsy enough to fight her. She’d applaud you if it didn’t feel so sarcastic in her heart.
“Look dude the whole villain thing was cute at first, I get it, you want the biiiiig hero to chashe you about, but you really looks like ya hurts yaself, so why don’t you let me look at the hand and I’ll see what I can do. I think I even have a few icepacks at my apartment if you don’t mind a short walk.” She let her arms hang by her side, sighing softly, he couldn’t even get through a sentence without some agonized whine but he was still going on with this little charade. She looked at his mask, taking in his words, resting her hands on her hips as she tried to take him even a fraction seriously, before stepping over, yanking his hand, and squeezing his broken fingers hard. She was still only at her base level, but her muscles in her forearm clearly tensed as she squeezed. “Oh yeah? So you’re gonna dish this right back at me?” She wouldn’t let go easily if he tried to pull away. Wherever he chose to divert this, his muscles and skin would feel like it was under some sort of death grip. This…probably wasn’t the best thing to do, further injuring some injured kid, especially infront of her companion for the night, but she was getting a liiittle frustrated he was standing in the way of her getting laid. No one should do that to Mia really. Not a good idea.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2019 8:02:39 GMT -4
"I don't want your ice packs! I want your fists!" he responded in a callous tone. "I'm the legendary villain Recoil and I've come to test your might!" He shook his remaining fist. In truth the situation as a whole was abit much even for him but at this point for the sake of his own pride he couldn't so easily back down. They didn't lie when they said she could iron with her hands, one slap and he was already on the brink, he had to think of a way to turn this around. There was absolutely no way he'd actually stand a chance against her into a blow to blow fight, he'd probably fall unconscious due to the shock by around the third punch if he was lucky and didn't also break any further bones which considering the situation would be a feat unto itself. Either way, even if it does become a blow to blow fight, he'd do it. After all, she wouldn't actually kill him? R-right? Maybe he should just accept d- No.
He allowed her to yank his hand and by extension him forth, as she began to tighten her grip he quietly worded out. One... Two... Three launching another punch using his other hand that'd end up breaking the other set of fingers on his working hand, it had a general aim of her face but at this point even he didn't fully know what he was doing. "I- I already said it didn't I. I'll take anything you throw at me. At this point some combination of endorphins and adrenaline was beginning to surge through his young brain, taking the edge off the pain.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 25, 2019 8:25:09 GMT -4
At this point Mia was almost feeling sad for him, and couldn’t fully stop a scoff coming out as she watched him continue to assert he was some legendary villain. “Yeeeah. Whatever you say Ricochet.” She smirked and scoffed, still taking a firm hold of his hand and squeezing tightly. Technically because the force was exerted over those whole three seconds, the next punch packed more of a blow against her, and she registered it a bit more physically. If it was gainst her face she actually may have staggered one step to the side, if it was her shoulder or her gut…not so much.
She’d watch as she noticed the draw back of this quirk however, laughing almost uproarisly as she watched his hand turn purple again and shaking her head at this whole ordeal, resting her face in her hand with another firm giggle and trying not to laugh too much. “Really kid? You’ll take ANYTHING I throw at you?” By now, her cocky hero side was coming out in full force, and she slowly pulled the punk in, using her impressive size to lear over him like a real titan. As he watched, tusks slowly began to pull out from her bottom lip and over the top one, her muscles bulking slowly, the toned feminine figure slowly turning into something that looked like it had been sculpted from marble but was somehow twice as tough. She then simply presented her fist to him, like it was an offer, large, tight, firm like a brick, and she almost whispered in a cheeky tone.
“You really wanna put those words to the test?~”
She grinned nice and wide, wondering what kinda face he’d just started making under that mask? She wasn’t a bad guy, but she kinda hoped he was scared…~
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2019 8:48:24 GMT -4
For some reason Recoil, perhaps due to the adrenaline, endorphins, or just pain, he let out a laugh at the Ricochet line through it was hidden between his panting. In truth he had begun to completely forget everything around himself, his body felt like static, he couldn't feel his own tongue and the only he knew for sure is that his hands would never feel the same. He looked up at her as she mocked his previous promise, and met it with his usual hard-headed way. "Are you calling me a liar... I'm Recoil, I can take anything you throw at me." In a way he was in disbelief of his own words, but he was high on hormones by now and there was no stopping him digging his own grave.
When she began to show off her true look and presented her fist to him he began to let out a full chuckle with somewhat of a wobble in his step. He was ecstatic at the idea that she was going to throw an actual punch, and that he got to see the Texas Terror live up to their name in person, and so in the same repetitive taunt he had been using over and over as of this night due to, well, he had no plan going into this. He loudly, and wobbly, proclaimed "Yea. Throw your hardest punch, I can take it, and I'll hit you with it too!" with a tone of defiance in his voice. It was at this moment however he came to... some clarity and asked, sort of meekly. "Can you leave the mask alone through... I don't have another. If you punch it I can't divert that away." He, perhaps naively, hoped this may ensure the safety of his mask. Maybe even he knew this was naive to ask, but between his broken hands and his own anxiety he couldn't really take off the mask. Meanwhile beneath the mask he had a dumb smile.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Mar 25, 2019 9:17:25 GMT -4
“eeeh I ain’t calling you a liar kid I’m just saying you’re a little small for those britches yer tryin’ to fill.~” Did that phrase make sense? Probably not but in Mia’s drunken mind it made as much sense as it needed to. As he continued to insist he was some legendary villain who really could take anything she could dish out without much worry, she let out a sigh and stepped back a little, not walking away, but if he was really gonna ask for it…well.
She glanced over her shoulder, now standing side on with the weird kid before her, looking back to the woman who was thankfully tipsy enough not to see this as some disgusting display of strength, though Mia may have some hazy explaining to do the next day. “Hey! If this comes up remember, he literally asked for it!” With that she round her right arm back, her horn pulsing out of her forehead a further inch as a final display of her heightened state of bulk and strength. She reared down low, her arm behind her, the red glint of her eyes sparking through her blonde locks, her pupils black slits down the center of a sea of red as she stared down the guy before her who seemed to think it was a good idea to ask for her best.
“Dunno where you’re sending this one but ya may wanna grit yer teeth…!”
She was starting to sober up a lot now, sinking from silly drunk to fighty and irritable recovering drunk. She reared her arm back a further handful of inches before finally launching forward. She was about halfway to her max potential, and not going cheap on the punch either. Up against a steal wall she’d leave a hefty dent, but against this guy, even as she lurched forward to follow the punch she felt him remain still against her fist, but she had the idea by now, her deep red eyes flowing up to the eyes of his mask and narrowing her gaze as she spoke.
“Three…two…one…”
(heads up btw, since your quirk is only E rank you can only really recoil up to E rank of Mia's damage output)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2019 10:00:45 GMT -4
(Yea, don't worry I know. I accidentally added the bronze thing earlier because I forgot which if it was Stone being F rank and Bronze E Rank.)
"Maybe now... But... I'm the legendary villain Recoil." He didn't really know where he was going with this. He was between two extremes of incredibly awake and on the brink of passing out, a strange meld of the two states, and it had sunk in this wasn't much of a fight but just more so an exercise. He'd get back up, that he was sure, he always did, but this was his test his rite of passage. After all, how can anything after even compare to this, from now on this would be his new threshold of pain. This was the bar of entry for all future opponents, at least that's how he comforted himself.
As she began to wind up the punch the thought occurred to him that there'd be no point in trying to reflect this, his hands were so damaged it'd probably render them crippled for life if he tried. Where would he divert it then? As the first came closer and closer he bounced around a few ideas, he couldn't do his leg, if he does he wouldn't be able to work. Maybe just let it hit his chest? Well no that'd probably break his ribs and kill him. As the punch finally connected he realized there was really no other option, he took a deep breath and turned around. "One... Two... Three..." as soon as he closed his eyes the impact knocked him forward several feet, somehow he managed to keep his balance. Upon further inspection it was revealed he directed all the force of the impact into his arm, strangely enough behind his elbow inverting it in a rather painful looking way, soon enough followed by his arm quickly becoming engulfed by a swollen purple, any clothing where he placed the impact was ripped open by the force. A hole in his arm took shape on the opposite side of where the impact was located, ripping open the skin and revealing the muscle underneath for a moment before being filled up with blood.
"Had to focus it, or else you might have actually torn off my arm... It was a good fight Dallas Demon... Next time I'll get you. Now if you excuse me, I'm going back ho- to my secret layer." While on the surface it seemed as if he took it well, it was mostly due to the fact that the pain hadn't actually fully registered in his head. Soon he began to slowly stumble away, hoping that the Texas Terror would just let him make his get away.
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