Midnight Meetup [Mia]

As she slammed down a punch on the latter of the two thugs, knocking him down to the ground, Mia quickly stepped up to grab the purse she'd saw them steal a few blocks back before she'd really started to chase them and get them somewhere a little safer to fight, namely this park. Normally this kinda petty crime might be best left to the police, but given the late hour and the lack of other crimes going on, mia felt it was a good enough way to use her night shift. The most that it had done to her is hurt her knuckles a bit, and even then, that was more due to how hard she was punching than the punks themselves...

Flexing her hand out, trying to find the memory of which way she'd come from so that she could make sure to get this purse back into the right hands, a voice caught her attention and she shifted her gaze over her shoulder. The fluffy looking fellow who was sneaking up on her earned a narrowed gaze, but not much in terms of worry. If he was someone dangerous he wouldn't have mad ehimself known so readily, and beyond that he seemed to be showering her in compliments. Her being on the night shift meaning he didn't need to come out? Mia connected the dots quickly enough, assuming he was a pro her. With his hand offered, she tucked the purse under her arm and took his paw, shaking firmly.

"Out late 'on the job' yourself huh? Would I be right thinking you're a pro hero too?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, ignoring the whining, groaning sounds of the two punks behind her for now. "Name's Red Horn, professionally at least, but from the sounds of things you already know me. Blacktooth was it? You knew on the scene?"

"Don't call me sunshine." She quickly snapped back about the nickname. She didn't fancy having cutesy nicknames from men OR women. She was a beefy gal and she owned it, a nickname like 'sunshine' almost sounded demeaning. Like a boss calling their secretary 'toots' or 'sugar', it just didn't sound right for her. Still, he seemed to be a fellow hero at least, so folding her arms she at least continued to offer him the courtesy of giving him the time of day. "Night shift's not my slice of pie either. I still do the work don't get me wrong, but I'm definitely the type to prefer an audience..." Not something she was ashamed to admit. Mia ever the type to own up to who she was rather than hide it. Probably something that both got the hero board's attention AND one of the things they now most hated about her.

Assuming he learned not to call her sunshine twice she'd listen to his answer for her question, smirking a little. "Yeah well I'm hardly your usual woman. Got a horn sticking out of my forehead for starters." She scoffed a little at her cheeky comment, shifting to stand a little more comfortably, glancing over her shoulders. "Yeah sure. They tend to get a bit pissy when I call them for clean up...I ain't on the best of terms with most of 'em." She rested her hands now in the pockets of her hero costume, waiting for him to make the call.

In regards to her shift. "Er...I think I earned a break at the very least. Why not. You got a place in mind?" SHe gestured for him to start leading the way out of the park, at which point she'd follow behind and let him choose their destination.

Mia immediately wasn’t getting a good impression of this little fox man (given he was an anthro, and black furred at that, all she noticed was the general face shape and the tail, and thus, she thought he was some discoloured fox rather than a wolf). He seemed…cheeky. Cocky. Very in your face with the energy he presented. She backed off a little and narrowed her gaze, her tusks pushing up over her top lip a little more as she felt she was getting the impression of the call he was making. Taking credit for her take down for starters. Mia was modest in her own way, she never took credit for the work of vigilantes, but she also burned with fury at the idea this guy was taking credit for her work. With a quick motion, she snatched the earpiece out of his ear and bellowed into it. “Send the paperwork to Red Horn’s offices.” She spoke clearly and precisely, tossing the earpiece back to him with a huff out of her nostrils. “Cheeky fucker…” If she wasn’t getting booze out of this deal she’d be leaving him behind right then and there…but she really fancied a drink.

The fact he almost called her sunshine again didn’t do him any favors.

Her eyes narrowed as he went on about a police Referee. If she really needed to get in touch with the police she was on good enough terms with one or two who were fans with heroes to know she could get something done, but what the fuck was this guy on about. “Begala Ban? The fuck’s a begala?” She asked rather bluntly, his odd choice of words just throwing her off entirely, not even sure what he was trying to communicate there.

At the question of the number one hero thing, Mia narrowed her eyes. She’d been following the radio news show that was ranking the pro heroes but it hadn’t even started getting votes officially yet (cause this thread started before the hero rankings) “Er…I ain’t number one yet mate, but I’ll take it as a compliment….and..god just shut the fuck up.” She brought up a hand and rubbed her eyes. “You’ve already got a warning on the nickname, do you REALLY think it’s a good idea to joke about the couple thing?” She aksed, but she wouldn’t make a big deal of it beyond the question, shaking her head and pushing into the bar while he was busy taking a photo with a fan. Normally she’d offer a photo too, but this wolf’s energy rubbed her all the wrong ways.

Mia rolled her eyes a little at the compliments and the assurance she’d be number one from this guy. Normally she’d enjoy an ego stroke like this and play along to it but…Tyson had just been giving the entirely wrong first impressions, leading to Mia feeling that, no matter what, it was unlikely the two of them were about to get along any time soon. “Yeah well we’ll see when the votes are in.” Again, not the response she would have given with anyone else. Tyson gave the impression he was a ‘pleaser’, he’d been cheeky on the radio with whoever was picking up their goons and immediately tried to take Mia herself to Dinner. He wasn’t an ass kisser, no, they were more…grovelly. His energy made Mia think he was probably the chipper slime ball who tried to make everyone think he was their friend while only focusing on himself. Mia could be wrong, and she never wanted to linger on a bad first impression, but for now that was the impression Tyson was earning.

As she stepped into the bar, the scent of alcohol, a pleasing and oddly relaxing scent for Mia, was soon bombarded by an assault on another of her senses, the obnoxious blaring of a saxophone as some half baked musician played his instruments so pathetically he had to call it a whole other genre. Jazz. Still. Mia steeled herself, and said nothing, her shoulders tensing at the most but not showing her disdain for the music outwardly as she moved to the bar to get her drinks.

With the server putting down big drinks for them, and the other hero offering to pay (not that she wouldn’t have done this if she was paying), she reached over the bar, catching the elbow of the bartender’s sleeve and catching his attention, gesturing to her own drink. “3 more of these to get me even tipsy mate.” Taking that as her order, he nodded and started pouring more drinks, sliding each one along the bar for her to add to her collection, the blonde taking one of the drinks and seeming to throw the whole thing back into her gullet, the whole drink caught in her cheeks, and swallowed in one go before an empty, throthy edged glass was slammed back into the bar, Mia not even flinching as she just took in a drink that normally took others at least a handful of minutes of quicker drinking to finish. “Ah…least the place has decent beer.”

Mia was a little curious what he'd meant exactly when he gave her the chance to lead the conversation, but he clarified that his intent was to allow her the chance to ask him something or the like. She didn't mind the chance to shift some control of this from him, since he seemed to do everything except shut up for her...yet at the same time she didn't know what to ask. mia wasn't someone to get deep into another's personal life for starters, and at the same time, Tyson had indeed not left a strong first impression on her, so...did she even wanna ask more about him.

She watched as a kid tugged on his tail, narrowing her gaze a little and flicking her head about, not having noticed they seemed to be in a more family oriented bar. She was far more used to the bars where you'd go to try and get someone to come home with you, so it hadn't even occurred to her they may be at a seperate kind of bar. Ah well. "Well...I don't mind you saying a polite goodbye to the kid before you answer." She smiled at the kid, giving him a little wave. "But how about we start a little bluntly...what has you among the heroes?" She sipped from her drink and leaned back a little in her seat, careful to choose moments where the kid seemed a little distracted by Tyson entertaining them before continuing to ask. "I mean don't get me wrong, I know I got an Ego myself, I like the spotlight, but since the moment I ran into you you're bigging yourself up on the phone, playing to fans...any chance you're more in it for the fame? I mean that's the impression I get."

Mia wasn’t sure she ought what this guy was selling her. The first impression he’d made left more than a simply sour taste in her mouth. She didn’t know what it was really, in part maybe she was just still tense from the fight and working so late, but he just had given her the entirely wrong impression. In her experience people weren’t that chipper and crowd pleasing unless they had some sort of agenda. Sure, Mia herself played to a crowd if she took down a criminal with civilians watching, but she was herself, she roared and bellowed and showed off the testosterone like personality a woman tended not to have. Tyson just…read as fake, and Mia couldn’t quite place why.

She rested on her elbows, listening to him explain he was in it to use his quirk for good and instantly that registered as not the case. Didn’t care about fame but played up to everyone he passed like he was a mascot at Disney world. Just didn’t connect but maybe that was just her cynical view…

That and…anyone who said they were in the hero game JUST to help people…she didn’t trust that. While helping people was a big part of the job and always a priority for her, she fully felt ready to admit it wasn’t the main reason she got into the game, and she refused to believe that, deep down, it’d be the same reason anyone else did. If being a good person was why you got into it, Mia believed it was your guilt at doing nothing that motivated you more than a truly selfless desire to do good. She never voiced this of course, people would die on the hill of being a good person, but Mia readily believed every human was inherently more selfish than not.

“Right.” She simply commented, sipping from her drink. She didn’t have much to say on his motivations, out loud at least, and he seemed ready to shift the topic of his own accord anyway. Seems he wanted to show off his quirk. So he was coated on coal huh? She could believe him when he said that he could avoid spreading the dust as the kid didn’t look at all messy after playing with him…but Mia didn’t trust Tyson not to play a trick on her, and held up a hand to deny his own. “No thanks. I got plenty evidence already.”

Eventually, he’d give a little spin and asked how cool he looked, and Mia leaned her elbow on the bar. “Well as far as heroes go you’ve definitely go a distinct look. Fair few animal heroes roaming around but no wolves as far as I recall. Not even in UA…well.” She paused. “There was that one girl but…she’s more like a neko version of a wolf than a full anthro like you.” She commented, betraying the fact she actually knew the more commonly used terms for such forms of animal people, sipping from her drink again. “As for cool…eh.” She shrugged, trying to smirk a little. She tried to just be a little cheeky, still not trusting him fully but thinking she may as well make an effort to get along.

As the question was turned onto her as to why she might be a hero, she was never ashamed of her answer but…her lack of trust in Tyson made her hesitate. Literally one of the first things he’d done was brag to someone in front of her that he was going to surpass her in no time, and that sort of attitude made her a little more cautious…no. She was sticking to her guns. She played well for the crowd, but if anyone ever asked seriously, she’d tell anyone what her reasons for being a hero where. She finished off one of her drinks, laid it down, and rested on her elbows with her eyes turned to Tyson.

“I liked to fight. Simple as.” She scratched her cheek idly s she explained further. “I was always a tough kid even before the strength side of my quirk started to show. Always had the horn, was maybe a little stronger than the girls but on par with most of the boys..and I learned early on, when someone gets in my face, I REALLY liked punching them. See I grew up in Texas. Pretty Christian state…try literally having a demon horn in a place like that.” She shrugged casually, not looking back on the memories with any venom or the like.

“Eventually decking a kid who got in my face turned to full blown fights, and when my strength really started to develop, no one even dared get near me. There was the odd word or two behind my back, but since I’m a mutation quirk, I could never get in trouble for punching them with my full strength any more than anyone else would. Can’t stop someone from using a quirk that’s a natural part of them afterall.”

She rolled her shoulders back idly, getting comfortable. “Anyway, I was never academic, so I left school soon enough. Worked with my dad in a mine for a while…but when idiots who used their quirks for crime popped up, I acted. In part, yeah, I do good for everyone, and it’s a big motivator now, but I ain’t gonna deny it. I was looking for the thrill again. Fighting a normal person is so one sided for me it ain’t even funny…so I fought people on my level. People committing crimes, looking for a fight. I was untrained, and there was a lot more property damage back then…but I took a lot of people in the cops wouldn’t have stopped.”

She sipped from a fresh glass, idly finishing. “Bottom line. When the Japanese hero association scouted me, said I could do what I did but with a legal backing…hard to say now. Was my dream job in a way. Helping people out…and getting into intense fights in the process.”

With a question as to if she had any grievances with him, she sighed and shrugged. “I dunno man, maybe I was just tense from a long day of work. I always feel more energized with crowd too but ya barely get that on night duty…plus.” She flicked the side of his head, hard enough with her strength he’d nearly feel knocked out of his seat. “You literally bragged you’re gonna surpass me within minutes of us meeting. Was that meant to be funny or something? I can’t imagine you’re so stupid you didn’t realize the effect that’d have without meaning it as some sort of gag.”