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Post by Akarihimura on Jul 19, 2019 18:03:51 GMT -4
A normal day in the big bustling super city of Tokyo. Another day, another dollar for most, for some, quite literal. For some in this city, the luxury of a roof, of being paid anything, of having somewhere to go, was like a fantasy for those that had nothing. These poor people that none cared to learn the name or face of normally, these people who were left out on the streets, the homeless. Akari Himura, a girl of fourteen years old. An age no one should be out on the street by. Alas, even in this world of super powers and fantasy, like something out of a comic book, there was still the harsh cold reality that some people went through. Akari was homeless, without a family, and a juvenile record severe enough that most shelters wouldn't take her. SHe needed a roof over her head, she needed a job, she needed education. Sadly, she's been out on the streets for the past three years. She's made due with what she has at least. A few pairs of stretchy clothes that barely covered her for society's standards and a big over sized hand made fire fighter's uniform, something she dreamed of being one day, were the only possessions she had.
Today, on this cloudy day that promised rain, she was sitting on the street, looking down at the ground while a cup sat in front of her. Her stomach growled a bit, and she had to press her hand against it, biting her lower lip in hopes that no one would hear it. She needed something to eat, but, she didn't want to be so rude as to make people hear something like that. She still had some semblance of morals. Her cup today had more than a dollar in it. SOmeone had been generous enough, out of pity for her poor state of age to be on the streets, and given her good helping of yen. She had enough yen that there was nearly five thousand yen in her cup. Roughly a good fifty US dollars total. She was happy, smiling for once. She could afford to get something to eat today, and squirrel away plenty of the rest for her tuition. See, she had hopes, hopes to one day pay for her own education to get in to UA. Akari wanted to become a hero, so she could become a professional fire fighter and maybe make her mother proud.
She was so hungry and malnourished today though. The raven haired girl was starting to nod off, right there on the street. It was a bad mistake. While she was trying to fight the weight of her eye lids. A couple of hooligans were strolling by. One had the ability to stretch their arms. And without missing a step, they would reach down without moving their hips or waist, and snatch up that cup right under Akari's nose. The two mumbling among each other about how this girl wasn't gonna use the money for anything useful anyways, big mistake.
She blinked when she saw the cup gone from between her legs and stood up in a startled fashion. Turning left and right until she spotted it, dangling from the fingers of one of those jerks. In the back of her mind, she was scared of getting more demerits on her juvenile record. Instead, Akari was more focused on getting her money back. She took in a deep breath and shouted at the two, "Hey! That's my money! Give, give it back!" When they broke out in to a sprint, Akari clenched her teeth and flicked her arms out wide, while a surge of heat washed over her.
Above her head appeared two long stalks of teal colored flames. Shaped like rabbit ears. From her back just above her rear end, a rabbit tail. She even got a few flames spouting around her hands and feet. They floated in the air over her extremities, and as soon as she did this, she was sprinting off after them as fast as she could, faster than the average person. She was able to catch up to them, even as they were going down in to an alley way, and a fight was starting to ensue. A fight she was instantly losing from not having enough nutrients in her body for her quirk to burn off. The flames already flickering and her vision getting blurry. This life sucked, but it was the life she wouldn't wish on anyone else.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Jul 22, 2019 0:28:09 GMT -4
Fresh out of the hospital, Bashira carried her crutches under her arms, while walking on her knuckles, raising her knees slightly so that her injured, splinted foot didn't touch the ground. She'd only moved around that way for a short while before she realized how ridiculous the crutches were over all. After all, her arms were already functioning as the best crutches available, and furthermore, if she wasn't careful with the crutches and squeezed them with her forearms, she'd snap them like twigs. Grunting, she discarded them at the hospital entrance with the wheelchairs, then swung herself across the ground, gorilla-like, down the driveway.
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She had to admit to herself, it wouldn't be ideal to encounter villains in this state; even if she kept her foot off the ground, doing so consciously almost made her think about the lingering sting even more. She hadn't had money for prescription medication or anything that might dull the pain, and she couldn't go begging to Hanako, so she figured she'd sweat it out the old fashioned way. This was hardly the worst injury she'd taken... one benefit of bowling as a hobby was it didn't tend to result in a lot of injuries.
Bashira didn't own a lot, but the truth was, she hadn't checked on her small travel bag of belongings or her old mattress behind the store since her accident. It'd suck if some bum had set up shop there. The ogress figured she needed to leave the main streets of Tokyo and get back to her alley, before she went anywhere else. Of course, even before you hit the alleys, there are some rough parts of town, where people are looking to pick up some cash, one way or another. Sometimes, it came in the form of shady street salesman. Sometimes, you'd see beggars for change. Other times, you'd see hoodlums shake people down in broad daylight.
Just then, Bashira witnessed a little of column B and C altogether, as two punks swiped a change jar from a sleeping homeless girl. The girl's reaction immediately conveyed how much that small change jar meant to her. As a homeless person herself and one who lived dollar to dollar (a little more literally than the young girl, who was at least saving her money), Bashira couldn't turn a blind eye to the problem. Plus, it was pretty refreshing to see a clear case of crime like this that she could step in and help stop. Even vigilantes usually got a pass in cases this clear cut!
Though, she might not be so lucky, if people witnessed her breaking legs over a jar of change. Worst case, she'd even end up paying someone else's hospital bills. She would have to play it as smart as she could.
Just as she was contemplating that, dropping her hospital checkout papers onto the sidewalk, and beginning to leap towards her targets, Akari leaped into motion at the same time. Based off all her past experiences, Bashira's immediate thought was that the girl was going to catch the bad guys, beat them up, and take her money back. Still, she felt a sense of duty to follow into the alleys and confirm that was the case.
Instead, the picture was quite different; Akari had caught up, but her speed might be the best asset she had in this kind of situation. The guys had stopped running and were now dominating her in a fight, which added injury to insult. Needless to say, Bashira wasn't going to let the situation continue to play out that way. "Drop the caaan!" she shouted, while grabbing a hand onto one wall and pushing off of it into the air. Midair, she shifted that arm to be underneath her as a shield, just in case one of them was packing a gun, while she raised the other hand into the air. As she came down, she smashed her huge forearmdown next to the stretchy armed thug holding the can, intending to put fear into him and make him drop it. "Stay behind me, kid!" she warned Akari , while raising her arms again threateningly- a stance that could either be defending her front or preparing to smash again, depending what was necessary.
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Post by Akarihimura on Jul 22, 2019 1:15:07 GMT -4
Well, Akari was on the ground, curling up with a new color of flames over her body. Yellow in color and a long lizard like tail formed from the flames, a set of gangly lizard arms around her legs and arms made out of the same yellow fire. It was with this form coating her, that she was able to take such a beating and barely have any marks on her body. Feet stomping her shoulder, kicking her in the back. Comments about how if she weren't a street rat she might be cute enough to find something better to do with her life than play pretend. It was the words that hurt the most. They didn't know, neither of them knew. Hers was a life she didn't want, but she wouldn't wish on anyone else. So she would sit there, trying to keep herself safe from serious harm, while taking the beating from these guys. That was, until someone showed up.
The first criminal was pushed back in to a chain link fence, dropping the cup along the way as he pushed his arms out from being pushed, grabbing on to two large garbage dumpsters, and brought his arms together, either slamming in to Bashira's sides, or making a loud enough bang that people would come and investigate. This other person had a very useful quirk to follow up with this. Kneeling down like a quarterback, he would rush forward, shoulder out and shoving straight in to those dumpsters, which would send at least one skidding out on to the street, the other hitting Akari and sending her tumbling around across the pavement. Knocked in to a hands and knees prone stat,e Akari would start struggling to get up.
"Hey, piss off will you? Not like she needs this much money anyways! All you people need is like, what, a thousand yen a day? She's got enough for her for a week almost!" Argued the stretchy armed sticky fingered bandit, who was already getting ready to deliver a series of side winder punches. using his arms like flails, the blows would come in on Bashira's sides, striking her if she wasn't fast enough, in the sides of the face, over the top of the head, in the side of the leg. Meanwhile the quarterback guy was getting ready to charge again, a ghostly energy surrounding his body as he would charge forward, this time heading for Akari directly.
Instead, lilac colored flames came from her body, that tail changing in to a cat's tail with two ends, flaming ears of a cat hovering over her head, a series of three triangular flames in front of her hands and feet like claws as she would push in and step around the guy as he came in, "I. Need. That. Money!" She would declare as the quarterback was starting to slow down, the energy dissipating from around his body as he tried to collect himself, instead, Akari swung her leg and kicked him hard enough as she did a little jump to get the foot to go through, sending him straight in to that chain link fence, and knocking it over entirely. She would land, huffing and puffing.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Jul 29, 2019 0:45:35 GMT -4
Bashira was surprised, and not in a good way, to see that one of the burglars was strong enough to match her in muscle. Luckily, she had her arms up in defense, and when the two dumpsters swung at her, giving a new meaning to the term "trash compactor," they collided with her tough forearms first. Still, the force of it made her wince, as she felt the tremor run through her body down to her splinted foot. Using her arms as shields meant putting weight on the foot, which was the worst thing she could do to herself right now. When the other guy rushed forward, she was already stumbling forward, which meant her body took the hit rather than her arms. This was turning out to be the sort of thing that would land her back in the hospital, only a half hour after she'd gotten out the doors!
Growling obscenities, Bashira fell backward out the alley and caught herself with her hands, just stopping herself from going head-first into the street. Dragging marks were left on the sidewalk where her brick-like fingers had dug into the pavement. Bashira moved off Akari as quickly as she could and shifted back to a stance on both knuckles. "The frig are you on? I can't bowl a game most places for 1000 yen!" the ogre girl spat back. Speaking of bowling, these guys were asking for it... her eyes were already scanning for something she could toss and do some real damage to them...
Before she could grab anything, the stretchy guy was back on her... having arms like that really helped him, she reflected. If her arms were a one-sided shield, his was like a knight's flail, specifically designed to get around a shield like hers. Only her arms were armored; the rest of her was just a skinny girl. If she was tough, it was only from dragging her own hands around. She wasn't sure any more if telling the younger girl to stand behind her was such a good idea... after all, if the two kept coming for her, they were going to either slap around her or worse, keep knocking the two of them into each other. The best option might be to tell the kid to make a run for it.
Just as she was pondering that, Akari took out the charging one; she'd clearly used her quirk, but what was it exactly? The answer to that question was much less important than pulling her weight against the wacky-flailing-arm-man, she figured. "That was pretty good with the garbage cans earlier. But you know, it's hard to give a big, heavy, square thing like that much, what do they call it... motion? Mausoleum...?" she grunted as the hits continued against her forearms, occasionally bypassing to smack her ribs, shoulders, and thighs. Now that the guys had gotten this physical, there was no reason to hold back.
Bashira flicked her finger against the ground to shoot herself backward, then caught two garbage pails a short distance away. For a moment, the guy might think she amusingly intended to try and smash him between the two, like a much lower power version of his own move. Instead, she smashed the garbage pans together, hard enough to pancake them together, then continued to roll them into a smelly, mostly metal ball, heedless of the grime of leftover foot getting on her hands. "Garbage like you deserves garbage!" she growled, rearing back one arm and then rolling the ball at him with high speed. If he was prepared to dodge that, she was prepared to follow up, swinging one fist against the pavement and then rocketing forward with the other arm extended outward. With her arm like it was, a clothesline to the face from her would be roughly equivalent to running face-first at high speed into some sort of structural beam... if he took it full on, he'd be lucky to get away with his teeth.
As for herself, she prepared to land on her palm rather than her foot. If she messed up, she'd be the one screaming in pain after her own attack. "You okay, kid? Grab your cash! We gotta get the heck outta here before these guys play the sympathy card with the cops or heroes... That's probably the bad part about gettin' help from a red ogre," she shouted over to Akari. Plus, as much as she'd love to stay and whack these guys until she was sure they wouldn't get back up, her ribs felt like they were in enough pain that she may need to check back into the hospital...
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Post by Akarihimura on Aug 2, 2019 16:37:47 GMT -4
She had finished off her quarry with a powerful punch to the chest, followed up by a spin around, planting her hands on the ground and bringing her waist around, slamming both heels of her feet in to the guy's face, and then blowing him away. Meanwhile, her new ally had managed to get that stretchy armed fool out of the area with her attack. With the guys taken care of, Akari let her flames fizzle out, stumbling around as the lack of nutrients made her disoriented. She would go over to her change cup, grab at it three times before she managed to pick it up completely, and would abscond with Bashira.
She didn't want to get the police involved at all, especially if they would tell her father where she was. That guy didn't want anything to do with her, but, he would go out of his way to make things hard for her. She would run off on to the streets, calling back to Bashira, "This way!" She would say before running off, if she was followed, she would elad Bashira down three blocks of the street, and then half of the way down the next so they could make a B-line straight down in to an alley. From there, it was a series of twists and turns on to other blocks through back alleys before they got to one she called home.
There, she would scurry in to a large collection of cardboard boxes, taped together in such a way that it was like a house that could fit three people sitting down. Inside, she had quite a few amenities that she had saved up for to make sure she wasn't going to die out here on the street. A hand cranked space heater and fan for the hot and cold days. A puffy sleeping back that she could use to sleep. A little safe box that she would open and put all of her money in, before shutting and locking, she was now up to one hundred USD in savings. Taped on the back of the box wall was a trading card. A special trading card that was signed in white ink by the hero on the card. It was X-Sting-Wish, the very first fire fighter super hero from way back when. She always wanted to be like him, a fire fighting super hero with a power over fire, granted, she couldn't inhale and digest flames like he could, but, she wanted to be the next best fire powered fire fighter. Granted, Akari might not be seeing that dream come true in this life at this rate.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Aug 10, 2019 22:58:10 GMT -4
The two managed to clear the alley of bad guys.. or maybe it would be more appropriate to say they just knocked the two further back into the alley. Either way, Akari had a precious second to collect her meager funds and hotfoot it out of there with Bashira, before cops and/or heroes showed up and made the situation more complicated than it needed to be. In Bashira's experience, they always did.
"I'm right behind ya, kid!" she called out, while pounding the ground with her fists to move faster than she could otherwise with just her bum foot. Akari's trip home reminded Bashira a bit of her own... for a moment, she had an annoying mental image that they'd finish going through the labyrinthine series of alleyways, only to find that Akari had moved into her spot in the brief time she was in the hospital. Thankfully, that turned out not to be the case, but it was a familiar view all the same. Arkari's home showed a little more effort than Bashira's mattress, but Bashira found herself thinking it seemed all the sadder for it. Without even an awning to put her cardboard house under, Akari's "home" would be even less comfortable when the rain came.
As Akari skittered inside the makeshift house, Bashira stayed inside... if she tried to go in, it would be a toss up whether she'd puncture the roof with her horns first or break the walls apart with her arms. Even if that danger wasn't there, she was simply too tall. She clutched her knees and squat against the wall, staring inside while Akari went about her business. Bashira raised an eyebrow, seeing a heater and fan inside... Akari must have been squatting here for just as long as she had been her own hangout, but she'd been smarter about it in some ways. That much was evident by the fact that she had any savings to chase after.
Bashira found herself shining her horn-lights inside for a moment to get a look at the card on the back wall; a bit nosy of her, but she didn't have much experience being a considerate neighbor. "Is that a hero card? Heh. Why don't they make those for vigilantes?" she wondered out loud, with a bemused smile across her wide mouth. "Who's that one? I don't recognize him," she murmured, scratching her chin with one giant finger and tilting her head slightly. "Though, y'know, I try to steer clear of 'em to begin with. But my favorite's Red Horn, cuz she's an ogre, like me!" she pointed out, tapping the tip of one horn with a grin. "And cuz she let me go without turning me in one time. Wish all heroes were that cool."
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Post by Akarihimura on Aug 14, 2019 16:40:54 GMT -4
When she came out with that card, and a bright look on her face, she beamed at the chance to brag about her personal hero. "I don't know who Red Horn is, but, X-Sting-Wish was the first major fire fighter hero that had a fire quirk! He was able to vacuum in flames and his body could digest them like food. He was the first one that proved that just because you can breathe fire, doesn't mean you are destined to be a villain, or prohibited from certain jobs. I want to be like him one day! I just have to get enough money to afford going to UA!"
of course, she hardly even had two percent of the cost for a single month's tuition, but, who would break the heart of this girl by telling her that? Well, the government told her that she couldn't get any sort of aid because she had no permanent address, a juvenile criminal record, and no parental/guardian/or emancipation documentation to prove she could legally get that sort of aid. For Akari, she was on her own to get in to UA, mostly because she was terrified of heroes wanting to turn her in because of her trumped up record, all thanks to her father.
if it weren't for him, she may have well been in UA at this point, sadly, here she was, living in a house made of boxes, trying to live through what little life she had to live.
"I wish I could meet a hero like her. She does sound nice. To be honest, a lot of heroes I have met just try to arrest me." She said while sliding down, sitting on the ground as she pulled her knees up to her chest, "All because I have a record. If I go to juvenile detention, I can't get in to UA, because I have to be monitored, and then I have to deal with being thought of as a criminal." She mumbled in to her knees, something about how it was just like her mother said before she was kicked out.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Aug 21, 2019 21:38:17 GMT -4
"Huh... Yeah, I can get behind that. Eh, I give heroes a lotta crap, but I guess it's good that they bust their asses some times and put in the work... Cause, I mean, it ain't easy to get hired for anything lookin' like me, but I figure it's a lot easier since heroes put that idea in people's heads," Bashira nodded, crossing her arms. Hadn't Red Horn been a vigilante once too? Maybe there was something to the whole transition from vigilante to hero, she thought to herself... though, it also sounded like a big pain in the butt to have those kinds of expectations.
Hearing Akari's words on heroes brought her back down to earth a bit; her big mouth settled into a dull frown as her expression soured. "Yeah... I guess my first run-in with a hero was the same way. He wanted to bring me in and we ended up tusslin' in the alleys. He was a drunk old bastard! Some hero, huh? But he wanted me to come be a hero or somethin'... I turned him down, of course, that crap ain't for me," she chuckled for a moment, then her expression soured. "You know, I think he died? Damn old geezer... I kinda regret not talkin' to him again," she grumbled, seeming as though she had more she wanted to express, but cutting it short, since it was a little rude to derail the conversation from Akari's own problems.
"A record, huh? Kid like you? That's hard to imagine. I mean, when I see you goin' after your own money like that... and frankly, it ain't a hell of a lot... what'd you do to get a record?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "You seem like the good gal type to me. What'd they get you on, quirk use? Loiterin'? I get both of those a hell of a lot, to be honest," Bashira sighed. Being a giant eyesore of an ogre was pretty good incentive for patrolmen to try and issue a loitering charge. "Listen, it ain't so bad bein' a vigilante! Hero's one thing, but if ya can't make hero, vigilante's fine. Why don't we hang out some time, huh? I'll show you how I get my day to day money: odd jobs, things like that. It takes a lotta time but it gets ya by, day by day!" she encouraged Akari, smiling tentatively. "Though, you're underage so there's only so much ya can do... But, uh, not bein' a big scary ogre probably helps your marketability for what ya can do!"
Of course, it was possible to be a vigilante without being a homeless person, but Bashira always seemed to equate the two due to her personal experiences.
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Post by Akarihimura on Aug 23, 2019 21:17:24 GMT -4
Heroes to Akari were a double edged blade. She looked up to them, but she feared them. Because of what she was told by someone before being put out on to the streets, she fears them with her very being as a barrier to sneak by day to day. If she can avoid meeting them, she can work toward her goal of one day being able to walk on the grounds of UA. Of course, the constant threat of being searched, found to have a record, and taken in to juvenile detention loomed over her, which lead to a distrust of anyone in costume.
"My first run in with a hero was me getting pulled off to a police car. I pulled away and punched them hard enough in the belly that they got sick. So that got added to my record." She said with an angry huff as she sat down while Bashira asked her about her record. Mumbling in to her legs at first about how she didn't want to really talk about it, she would, if pressed on it, reveal what her record was.
"Multiple counts of harassment, three counts of criminal trespassing, two counts of theft, three counts of attempted arson, one count of assault, three counts of breaking and entering." She said while pressing her face back in to her knees, mumbling again about how it was mostly because she just wanted to go back to her home and get some clothes so she wouldn't be in her underwear all the time. But no, they couldn't even let her get one set of clothes. Who wouldn't? And, wait. She had a home? Why wasn't she at home with her parents?
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Post by Bashira Doji on Aug 29, 2019 1:12:00 GMT -4
"Urgh, yeah... I got my face on a wanted poster with my face on it after I punched a hero. Ain't easy to get away with that," Bashira murmured, rubbing her broad chin gently between two giant fingers, producing a scratchy, almost rocky noise. "Course, I'd'a done same thing you did. I mean, I don't know if you should, but like, ya hear stories about the way certain crapheads in the government treat quirkers. I ain't sayin' they're all that way, but it's a lot easier to avoid that kinda stuff when you're out here, with your feet under ya, then when they take away your sense of... uh... what's the word," the vigilante grumbled, scratching at her itchy white hair as she tried to recall the word "agency" to mind.
That said, hearing the laundry list of accusations that had been levied against still caused Bashira to raise both eyebrows. "No way, what?" she asked again, her mouth hanging open slightly to show rows of sharp teeth. "Well, I figure people think arson when they see the fire quirk, but the rest of that stuff can't be right, can it?" she thought out loud, wearing a confused expression. Listening closely, she ended up with even more questions. She rest both her knuckles on the pavement in front of her and leaned forward, blinking her beady yellow eyes. "It sounds like you need a hero yourself! Or maybe... a vigilante," she mused. "It sounds to me like somebody's got you under their thumb. Should we pay em a visit, show em you've got, uh, friends with muscles? I know I got a little roughed up a second ago there... well uh, maybe we oughta do it after my foot's healed up, so I look a little more intimidating," she proposed, raising one finger. "So who's the bad guy, huh? I'll do this one, what do they call it, al dente!"
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Post by Akarihimura on Sept 3, 2019 20:46:03 GMT -4
She nodded to Bashira who asked if she was serious about her laundry list. "Yeah, it's all true according to what the person who charged me said." SHe mumbled all forlorn in to her knees while staring wishfully at that trading card of hers. The moment that Bashira suggested that AKari is under someone's thumb, and that set her off. Her eyes went wide as the cavalcade of what ifs and the like rushed in to her mind, the amount of harassment, the beatings, the threats? No, no no no. SHe shook her head before slamming her hands down on the ground and assumed an all fours feral like position of an animal ready to rear up and attack, part of her quirk's nature.
"No! You can't. You aren't going to. You won't make it! Just, forget about it! Forget about me. Just, go away, thank you for your help but, go away. Just leave. Now. Go away!" SHe said with tears in her eyes while retreating in to her little box fort, still in eye sight of Bashira as she clutched her knees tight to her chest, panicking the whole time and starting to mumble a bit. If Bashira did come in close enough to listen in, AKari could be heard, "You can't, he's...He's my dad...He's my dad but...but, he's a captain on the police force now. I...he's still my dad, but, he's the reason for this. He's my dad and he's a police officer. It's like...." SHe was going off in a panicked rant, clutching her hands to the back of her head as she was visibly shaking while her pupils had shrunk down to fine pin points that one could say that they were closed off. JUst what the hell was she on about? If she had a dad that was a police officer, why wasn't he helping her? Why was she homeless in the first place?!
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Post by Bashira Doji on Sept 16, 2019 21:11:01 GMT -4
Bashira quickly realized she'd chosen the wrong words, as Akari made a vehement refusal of her offer to stand in a second body for whoever Akari needed to fight. For a moment, the vigilante felt offended, feeling as though Akari must be looking down on her for not putting up a good enough fight earlier. She got the idea that wasn't quite it, though... She supposed, straining her brain a bit, that this probably wasn't the first time someone had offered to help Akari in this way. Something- or someone- must be preventing Akari from enlisting help. She could be forgiven for thinking that a hobo with a broken foot was unlikely to change her situation.
Still, the big red ogre was two things in equal measure: stubborn and well-intentioned. She stood her ground and continued to listen, then got a pretty good idea of the kinds of problems that made it hard for Akari to actually confront this problem. It was a real double whammy: hard enough if the bad guy trumping up charges against you is in the police, but even worse if it's your father! Even if you could break the guy's legs, could anyone take on their own dad in that kind of scenario? Bashira had never really had a family, but even she understood the difficulty of assailing that natural order.
"Okay, yeah... escaping from the police is one thing, but I guess putting the squeeze on them is another thing entirely. Takin' on one of the police means takin' on a lot of 'em, or so I hear from the shady types who buzz around that damn bowling alley," she grunted, sitting back down and crossing her arms, with a big frown spread across her jaw. "But I'm worth a hill of beans if I can't help her outta this!" she recognized, gritting her teeth and squinting her beady eyes as she thought hard about the situation.
"Hey, how 'bout this? I got a real smart friend, she's like, uh, a reporter! That's another way to go at it, right?" she asked, raising one huge finger. "If you give her the dirt on this guy, she can put it in her uh... online internet!" she explained, trying to use a fancy word and pounding one fist down into the opposite palm. The word she was looking for was "blog," but Bashira had never accessed a computer in her life. "Then everybody will know! Think that could work?" she asked, determined not to give up. At this rate, Akari might have to either run away on her own or else, shoot some flames at her, to get her to leave her alone.
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Post by Akarihimura on Oct 2, 2019 23:26:33 GMT -4
Akari sighed, she couldn't fight against this person, she just gave up on arguing against it, for now. "It's a good plan, but, I need to know someone then, don't I? I mean, I don't want to impose, plus, the person, the one that's the trouble, they, well, they can't really be touched." SHe said, trying to avoid saying that he was one of the highest ranks ont he force of the police of Tokyo. But, she didn't have the heart to balk about it. So when Bashira said something about taking on a lot of them, it would be taking on more than a lot of them, it would be a lot of lots. Nearly a whole force, at least an entire district worth of police.
"I just, want to go back to school." The usually chipper and smiling girl looked so forlorn as she hugged her knees to her face. Bashira seemed to neglect to hear about how she mentioned her dad was the one that was the problem, and that he was a captain, so, she tried to change the subject. That change of subject was just to something that made her want to cry. She sniffled a little. SHe felt like she would never make it in to UA. SHe had minimal schooling, and had a terrible pedigree at this point. No accolades, no outside help, no help from her parents. She could go to classes, maybe, but, she didn't really fit in there, she wasn't smart enough, didn't have one of those acceptance letters, didn't have any sort of great talent to get her in easily on a scholarship, and her background kept her from getting a scholarship.
Most of all? She just felt that it would be too expensive, from what she had been made to believe by her father the last time she saw him all those tears ago. She was wanting to get in there, but, it was hard, at least in her eyes.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Oct 31, 2019 20:59:00 GMT -4
"Naw, I impose on her all the time and she's totally cool with it! More like, uh, she almost wants me to impose or somethin'! Trust me, it'll make more sense once we talk to her!" Bashira encouraged Akari, trying to push Akari towards the course of action that seemed best to her. Once again, she'd failed to see the bigger picture: a messy, public takedown of her dad wasn't going to make Akari's life neat, comfortable, and orderly. Even if he was imprisoned, he wouldn't be there forever; his angst would only grow and things would get worse from there on out. Was there any answer that worked?
She remembered, briefly, what it meant to be a vigilante. It meant solving problems like this... but for some vigilantes, it even meant killing. Would Akari be better off with the guy dead? Was there even a situation in which killing was the right answer? It was a question vigilantes asked themselves all the time, and sometimes, they came up with different answers. Bashira had to remind herself: the answer to that question was a line dividing a vigilante and a villain. Neither were allowed or loved by society... but, at least to her, the issue was black and white. Only one group was on the wrong side of humanity.
And so, with the answer staring her in the face- as it must have Akari many times before- she had to reject any concept of recommending the man's death. There had to be another way. Begrudgingly, Bashira drew up her lower lip and crossed her arms, hating the next idea that came to her. "Well, crap... An old bastard once told me I should go to UA. I'm too old for it. I'm homeless. I, uh, I'm told I'm not too bright and I don't always smell the best. But he still wanted me to go," she spoke slowly. "If he thought I could do that with everything I had against me, heck, he'd have said the same thing to you I bet. Maybe it's idealistic. But you saved up that money cause that's what you wanna do, right? They're heroes. They have to respect that. Or else, they ain't worth a crap," she murmured.
Bashira was the type of person who hated hard questions; she wanted things to make sense. She wanted justice to exist in the world, even if certain cops turned their back on it. Would heroes do that too? Certainly they wouldn't reject Akari, an earnest girl who idolized heroes, would they? If they did... then vigilantes might just be the last people with any sense of right and wrong left.
"I hate to say it, vigilante that I am, but ya gotta try to become a hero. There's gotta be... someone you can talk to. Isn't there some kinda... door guard at UA or something that you can ask?!" she questioned, rubbing her thumbs into her temples as she racked her brain, determined to get Akari an answer. "They got all those rules and red tape and everything, but they gotta still be good people, right? They gotta understand what you're all about and accept you!"
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Post by Akarihimura on Nov 2, 2019 22:09:21 GMT -4
"As helpful as that sounds, i don't think it will work." SHe didn't have much to say on it other than that. For the desperate girl, she wanted this other person gone. Not out of rudeness, because she didn't want Bashira to get in to trouble for associating with her. "You should get going soon, before the patrol officers come and check on me. They don't let me associate with people, or, they harass people that do. And I don't want to get you in trouble. You're real nice." SHe would say while hugging her knees as tight to her body as possible.
The more things Bashira suggested, the more she was reminded of just everything that she could not do. SHe shook her head, making those pig tails whip back and forth as she declined the option to head to UA. "No, no no. I have a record, I was told, that I am gonna be taken away to be arrested, like a lesson for students, if I went there. I--really want to go to UA one day." SHe would simper softly while pressing her forehead in to her knees now.
"I want to go, but I can't go. They'll arrest me, I can't afford it, no government agency will help me." SHe felt more isolated by the second. Lowering her gaze to the ground, Akari would sigh, retreating back in to her little box fort, as she pulled the flaps down, looking to lie down and think about what it was she could do from this point on.
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