Keep Your Feet Off the Ground at All Times || [INTERNSHIP]

Unnerved yet unabated by the stillness of the fifth floor, Yumi was quick to react to the mysterious sound, suggesting she take a look at it while Angel and Feng moved into the costume shop. With her speed, it would be a piece of cake to escape notice, if need be.  Feng and Angel, however, needed to rely on being sneaky and unseen.  Feng made it down the hall without error and could look into the cosplay department. If she followed Yumi's suggestion, Angel could fly up into the rafters and have the same view, at a different vantage point.

Feng would see the cosplay store was relatively untouched, except for four very out-of-place objects...or, rather, people.  There were four in total tied up in what looked like purple nylon rope: three high school age girls, two wearing the same school uniform, and one woman wearing a store ID pinned to her shirt, implying she was an employee there.  None of them were moving, save the faintest signs of breathing, and at a distance it was impossible to see if they had any injuries.

Yumi, moving slowly and low to the ground, found a large amount of pristine white tables and chairs, perfect for her to hide underneath.  Fitting, as it was a cafe.  But directly across from the entry was a figure.  Tall and broad, dressed in a black hooded coat, they were facing away from the doorway.  Whatever they were looking at was obscured by their figure, but given there was a counter between them and the wall, perhaps it was the cash register or something else of value.

Something was...off, about this figure, even at a distance.

Their arms, apparently fiddling with something in front of them, weren't moving at all.  Their posture was rigid to the point that even their hood was standing up straight.  What were they doing?  Had they frozen because they'd heard her?

Angel, meanwhile, flew up into the rafters a few feet above the wooden "walls", among hanging lights and thin metal bars.  There was enough space for her to sit if she crouch atop the wooden walls.  However as she would get closer, she would see something amidst the bars that was glinting against the bright white lights.  Thin like piano-wire and, to the touch, just as sharp, there were dozens--no--hundreds of little black threads weaving through the scaffolding.  Where they all connected to would require her to follow them one way or the other, and they appeared to be going either from inside the cafe to the cosplay shop, or the other way around.

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T A G
Angel Surami  Feng "Fei" Yao  Yumi Tasukai

T L ; D R

Yumi sees someone in a black hood messing with something in the cafe.  Something about them feels off.

Feng sees four women in the shop.  They're all tied together and appear unconscious.  Injuries unknown. 

Angel finds hundreds of thin threads in the rafters, connecting the shop and cafe.  What their purpose is is unknown, but they are very sharp to the touch.

Yellow Jacket did not respond.

N O T E S

Alright, breaking out the TL;DR since we've gotten into what could become combat.  Start listing a short outline of your characters stats (Quirk, abilities, etc.) along with your TL;DR.

It was difficult for Angel to find a place in the rafters among all the threads, but they were at least tangled up in the bars, meaning there were a few feet of space for her to perch upon the "wall".  However the closer she was to them, and the longer she sat there, the more she could make out a soft, high-pitched keening sound.  It appeared to be coming from her own ears--or rather, her hearing aids.  It was increasing in volume steadily; too long up here, and it may become painful to listen to.  Her radio calls, both in and out, made spikes of angry electronic noises to her and her alone.

There was no response from Yellow Jacket.

Feng found no traps in the entry way into the cosplay shop, but moving carefully and quietly allowed her time to look for anything unusual.  Now inside, she could see the shop was a wreck.  Wigs and costumes strewn about, boxes toppled over, and scuff marks here and there from multiple struggles.  The women all remained still as Feng approached.  She could see some markings on them, but without medical knowledge she wouldn't be able to tell how severe they were; there were red marks along the throat of two of the women, the older store-aide and on of the girls in uniform, and bruises lining the arms of the fourth, uniform-less girl.  The last girl, the other one in a school uniform, had scrapes on her knees and cheek.

There was no response from Yellow Jacket.

Then Yumi went into action.

Through the conducting nature of the tea her electricity went across the concrete floor toward the feet of the figure, and the effect it had was instantaneous: the person's legs began to twitch and jerk and, suddenly, gave out from under them.

What happened after that was likely not in her calculations. As the person fell, it was not their whole body that did so--or rather it was their full body that fell to the ground, but their torso appeared to stay in the air as the rest of him went limp below it.  Then their torso, the black hooded jacket, jerked alive, and their whole body spun around to face Yumi.  Inside the hood she did not see the upright face that its stiff posture would suspect, but instead, the man inside was lolling forward inside the hood, limp and moving only to the stiff movements of the jacket.  It stretched its arm out towards her--she could see his hands, too, were unresponsive in the sleeve holes--and there was the hissing of something very quickly moving over metal.  A whirring, awful sound that hurt to listen to.

Up above Angel could see precisely what the noise was.  Wires were suddenly moving, sparks flickering off where they were tied around or pressing against the metal bars as they did so.  The direction of the sparks indicated they were being pulled towards the cafe, away from the cosplay shop.

Angel would have just enough time to alert Yumi...if the sudden sharp screeching of her headpieces didn't distract her.

There was a burst of thin black wires from the ends of the hoodie's sleeve that flew through the air towards Yumi, the glint of the light keeping them visible despite their thinness.  Although they possessed no sharp tip to them, being hit or, worse, wrapped up in them was likely not a good idea.

Meanwhile, with Feng, the girl with scrapes on her knees gave a small but noticeable twitch, her breathing growing stronger.

She was conscious.  Clearly dazed, but conscious.

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Angel Surami  Feng "Fei" Yao  Yumi Tasukai

T L ; D R

Angel can tell that something is messing with the signals of her hearing aids and with her radio.  When the wires begin moving they let off spark and the disruption becomes much worse.

Feng finds the hostages: all are injured, all appear to be out cold...except for one, which is starting to regain consciousness.

Yumi is attacked.  Wires are attempting to grapple her wrist at D rank speed, their strength/sharpness is unknown.

Yellow Jacket still did not respond.

N O T E S

Please start listing a short outline of your characters stats (rank of your quirk, abilities, etc.) along with your TL;DR of your actions.  It's troublesome going back and forth through your applications. 

Next time someone doesn't do a TL;DR I'm doing a bad luck roll.

The wires rushing through the air towards Yumi were struck by a quartet of feathers, and, while they did not stop completely, sparks flew off from them and their course was momentarily disrupted.  However strong these threads were they were matched against Angel's feathers.  Yumi managed to dodge them with significant ease.   When they crashed into the wooden table legs instead, the simple wood shattered into dozens of splinters and shards.  However rather than another try, the threads embedded themselves into the cement floor.

Then, like a proper puppet, the man suspended in the black hoodie was pulled forward by those threads, moving towards the middle of the room, his limp legs dragged along beneath him.  The man that was inside the hoodie must have been hurt quite badly to stay unconscious through Yumi's lightning and being dragged around.  Once it reached the center of the room the sleeve was once again raised, but this time towards Angel, and once again a trio of razor-sharp threads went out in her direction.  That was when Yumi fired a bolt of lightning.

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BAD LUCK ROLL:  YUMI

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The lightning collided with the threads above the suspended man's head, but rather than being lit aflame or cut--or any of the better possibilities--the lightning hit the thread...and then was absorbed into the material.  There was a rush of blue sparks that traveled up along the wires to the wires in the rafters, momentarily lighting them up clearly to be seen on the ground below.  However, just as it traveled up, so to did the sparks travel down into the hooded jacket itself.

And the man still inside it.

The man's eyes suddenly shot open as a direct current to Yumi's electricity--far stronger than what she had used to jolt his legs moments ago--went charging through his body.  By the time the sparks had dispersed the man was left twitching, his body spasms causing him to slip more into the hood.  If it moved again he was likely to fall and hit himself on the concrete below, but at least the pain he'd taken from Yumi's electrical shock was enough to jolt him awake.  His eyes were looking around frantically, too weak or too pained to speak.

Meanwhile, in the costume shop, Feng burned through the bindings wrapped around the conscious girl with ease--despite the thickness of the rope, it was still only plain string and cloth.  The girl besides her that was still out cold slid against her shoulder.  By the way the awake one clung to her, and their matching school uniforms, it was clear they were friends.  "I-...I have scrapes, and my head really hurts, b-but I'm fine.  Is Harru-chan okay?  That w-woman threw her in--"

The girl had a moment to scan the shop, and when they landed on the fourth hostage with the bruises on her arms, her voice suddenly cut off.  Her eyes went wide in terror.

"She--!"

Just then the blue sparks went over the rafters above them, lighting up the strings hidden and tied up there, then traveled downward still...until they were dancing along threads so thin and so fine they had been completely invisible to Feng until now.  They traveled straight down into the shop, not into the shelves or behind any of the costume pieces...

...but directly down to the "unconscious" hostage.

The woman let out a painful shriek as lightning coursed through her, but it was not as strong for her as it was for the man absolutely surrounded by the thread.  Instead it only jolted her back straight and head backwards for a second.

When she lowered her head again her eyes were open, revealing their pure white color, save for their pupils which were a brilliant light purple.  Her expression turned into a cold sneer.  "That hurt," she snarled, and the ropes apparently tied around her fell loose to the ground.  She stood up to her full height.  She looked not much older than Feng, but her body was too thin, her limbs ever so slightly too long, her skin sickly pale.  "Didn't think they'd straight-up attack him.  That works for me.  But you need to forget seeing this."

The white-eyed woman extended her hands, and, wrapped around her wrists, a trio of black ribbons turned into another set of razor sharp wires, only this time they were wrapped tightly together, shooting directly toward Feng like a spear.

The girl next to her screamed.

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Angel Surami  Feng "Fei" Yao  Yumi Tasukai

T L ; D R

Angel hits the thread with her feathers, confirming their strength to be equal or greater than their strength (D).

Yumi dodges, but her lightning is absorbed by the threads.  The shock hits the man trapped in the hoodie, but also hits the villain hidden in the shop.

Feng released two of the hostages--one awake, one unconscious--but is now face-to-face with the real villain, who launches an attack at her and the girl beside her.

Known Villain Stats:
- Thread Speed (D)
- Thread Strength (D)
- Thread Range (C)
- Unknown Electrical Abilities


N O T E S

Proof o' Bad Luck Roll Here!

Remember, one movement action and one combative action per turn.  There are now two "beings" to fight, meaning they both get a move and attack of their own.