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Post by Wagyu Utari on Jun 9, 2019 20:58:24 GMT -4
Another day, another patrol. Recently, Wagyu had been far too caught up in the goings-on in Nakano that he’d had to hand off his usual route to other heroes, but today he was finally back. Out of the bustling hordes of the Nakano streets, and back to the slightly tamer streets near the orphanage.
He was about halfway down the footpath next to the orphanage when a scream cut through the air. It’d been so quiet that day, the sound immediately caught his attention. Within moments, Wagyu was barrelling toward the sound, charging at full force down the path and kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake.
It wasn’t long until he ran right into the reason behind the screaming. A man practically covered in ice crystals slammed right into Wagyu, carrying a bag that really didn’t seem to suit his style. Further down the path, there was an old lady knocked off her feet, struggling to get up with her cane and shouting about her purse being stolen. Needless to say, it wasn’t too hard for the bull to put two and two together.
Glowering over the thief, Wagyu simply folded his arms and straightened his back, rising to his full height. The thief panicked, throwing an ice-covered fist toward his chest, and with all the weight he’d put behind it, he succeeded in pushing Wagyu a fair bit back.
The bull grunted in pain and brought both of his hands in front of him to defend himself from further impacts.
“C’mon, don’t make this mistake, son.” He muttered.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Jun 10, 2019 18:15:23 GMT -4
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Being nosey had its perks sometimes. Sure, it was easy to get a reputation for sticking your nose in everybody’s business. Learning things you’d rather not know was a pain. Too little caution meant that people started to raise their guard before she could even think to pry, which got in the way with the whole ‘making friends’ thing. Thankfully, with a bit of intuition and some know-how, snooping took U.A’s self-proclaimed number one journalist on some interesting journeys. [break][break]
It was one of said journeys that had led Emi to the rooftops of outer Tokyo. Online forums were a mess of rumours and lies, but it didn’t take much to recognize a pattern. Namely, an armoured giant human- no, humanoid – making the rounds in a relatively small part of the city, and only reported in the past few hours. A hard-to-miss superpowered fighter spending any length of time in an area was either a pro hero or breaking news story waiting to happen, and of the former, only one fit the description. [break][break]
King Taurus. Large and in charge. Armoured bovine beast.[break]
Perfect for a video. With a rough location in mind and a camera charged, the stake-out began.[break][break]
Emi would never use her quirk off-campus. Using her quirk off-campus was illegal and grounds for expulsion, if she got caught. Therefore, nobody would ever catch an innocent girl in the back alleys, making liberal use of said quirk to make her nest atop a building. She’d spend forever searching from ground level, but a vantage point gave her a better chance of catching action – and staying out of danger once she did. With her phone in one hand and camera in the other, she stared and waited.[break]
And waited.[break][break]
As it happened, searching half a town for one bull-man was still much easier said than done. Half an hour on one rooftop bore no fruit, and while she got to watch a drunk get thrown out of a bar from the second, she hadn’t found what she was looking for. It wasn’t until she repositioned near the town’s orphanage that she found her target. A scream had her running towards the opposite end of the building, and she readied her camera to take in the scene as she did. Stealing from an old lady. A classic petty thief move. Being a living mass of crystals? Not so much, but she wasn’t in a position to complain about the sight. His victim might have, the poor lady, but the student told herself it would be fine. The school’s students had heard plenty about the dangers of playing hero before they were ready, so no matter how sweet the woman looked, she wasn’t risking suspension for her. Besides, her cries had done was eighty minutes of searching couldn’t and summoned the man of the hour. The lens followed the criminal as he charged at the bull. Shaky, and barely in focus, but Emi was adjusting fast. Within seconds, she’d be poised to catch a pro hero fight in glorious 4K – meaning that she was almost painfully obvious to anybody that strayed their eyes away from the fight and towards the skies.
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Post by Wagyu Utari on Jun 27, 2019 17:31:52 GMT -4
Wagyu grabbed hold of the freezing fist, wrenching it back with one arm. Of course, the sheer cold of the surface was giving him a hell of a freezer burn on his palm, but he did his best to fight past it. Even as he could feel crystals start to stick to and grow over his skin, his hand remained locked tight around the thief’s arm.
“Why’re you doing this?” He asked, sounding less like a man in the middle of a fight and more like a father disappointed in his child. “Honestly, robbing an old lady? Are you that hard up for cash, or are you just trying to get a kick out of it?”
The thief rolled his eyes and Wagyu felt the crystals in his hand expand out, starting to cut into his flesh. “Oh, cmon old man! Don’t try and lecture me-”
He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence. The very next second, Wagyu’s fist slammed into his chest. The impact sent him flying through the air, crashing to the ground a few feet away. In the heat of the moment, the bag slipped from his fingers, and before he could even pick himself up off the ground someone had snatched it from the air.
Wagyu landed on the other side of the thug, the bag in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other. He turned, quickly shoving one hooved foot onto the criminal’s back as he heard him trying to stand, and locked the handcuffs around his wrists.
With the thief now incapacitated, the old woman slowly made her way over to Wagyu. She was still shaken by everything that’d happened, and she hesitated for a moment before reaching for her bag.
“T-Thank you.” She bowed her head as Wagyu returned her bag, and he simply nodded in reply. As she turned and left, he put a finger to his ear, activating his earpiece to hand the mugger over to the cops, when a glint from above caught his eye. A camera? If this was a journalist looking to report on him, he didn’t mind, but he would’ve liked to be asked first.
Luckily, there was a cop car fairly nearby, so he wouldn’t have to wait around for long for them to take the mugger away. Not that it would’ve been a problem either way, apparently Wagyu’s single hit had been enough to defeat him, considering that he hadn’t even attempted to sit up after Wagyu got off him.
When Wagyu was done talking to the cops, he switched the earpiece off, and looked back up to the cameraperson.
“Excuse me, if you wanted to record me at work, you could’ve ask first.” He called up toward her. “Not that I’m opposed to the freedom of journalism or anything, but that you could get yourself into danger, if you just follow me around so close.”
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