Getting A Band Together (Open To Vigilante)

Tip tap tip tap. The sound of claws scraping the ground resounded as a dragonic shape was the first one to arrive. Aiden looked around the place, his inky form slighly more solid to avoid getting the place stained with black ink.

"Alright. What is this about now, G? First the cryptic messages and now the evil lair? What, you are considering getting into villany? Well then, I would not mind snapping some legs right about now."

If he knew this was not something serious or a fishy trap he would have avoided letting Deathclaw out. Every time he allowed his quirk to take over he always got more feral and wishing for blood. Aside from his sarcasm, the ink dragon was curious to know what that thing was about. It was clear it was something akin to a meeting of sorts and he seriously doubted he would be the only vigilante that would show up to said party. It was a pretty old trick in the book when it came to the shady invitations. The ex cop had had alot of practice during his raids and other general icognito work.

The dragon stopped dead center of the locale in a confident hands on hip pose.

When James got the invite from G he wasn't completely shocked. When him and Haruuhi first met she did mention her dad had a group and she suggested joining it, it looks like today was finally that day, though he was slightly worried about seeing him after that little night him and Haruuhi had, he hadn't seemed very happy with James but Haruuhi did mention it would be better to work with others if he was going to continue to be a vigilante. So he got dressed in a casual attire with a half face mask in his collar that he could use to cover his face when he reached the location, he wasn't quite ready to show his face in front of the others yet. He caught the bus as close to the warehouse as he could and walked the rest of the way, when he got to the front he double checked the address
Yep this is the place alright, guess I better go in he said as he pulled up the mask to cover his face and walked in.

When he walked in he saw a few people already there talking
"I'm not late to the party am I?" he asked as he walked up to the group "I'm Haywire, I'm assuming I've already talked to at least a couple of you in our little chat right?" he asked as he took a seat in one of the nearby chairs

Lucas didn't exactly know what to think of the entire situation. He had only just been informed of the chat, let alone hadn't even spoken in it before he had received a strange message. Judging by the response of people who immediately talked afterward, it was something a lot of people had received. An invitation of sorts. An address, a time, and almost nothing else. He didn't even entirely understand who sent it, let alone anything else. He was entirely within his rights to be suspicious. Being so new, he wasn't about to risk everything by publically meeting someone in his normal attire. Secret identities were supposed to be kept a secret for a reason. Maybe some individuals didn't care, but they also didn't have a massive family business riding on their name alone.

He had to cancel a meeting, which was certainly hard to explain an excuse for. They would want answers, answers that right now he certainly didn't have. All that he knew was that he was being invited and that he couldn't refuse the summons. Still, his nerves were on edge. Anyone could have sent that invitation for almost any reason, and it was time to find out just what was going on in person. Fully suited up, Lucas began his quick journey. Jumping carefully from building to building, flipping and climbing walls when they were too far apart to simply leap too, he eventually arrived, almost an entire half-hour early.

He simply watched, not knowing what else to do for the meantime. There were cameras around the warehouse, which meant there was either some kind of security system or someone wanted to pretend that there as. Eventually, people began to show up as well. All sorts of individuals heading in through the open doors. It all felt way too... simple. No secret underground lair for any vigilante? Just some rundown warehouse that no one would suspect? That is unless they noticed all the other strange individuals heading into it. He let out a soft hum, his quirk activating for a moment as he exposed his face so he could breathe a little bit. There were so many situations where things could go wrong, so many unprepared variables. They were told almost nothing, so maybe this was just a trap by the law enforcement. Or at the same time, maybe it was just extremely sensitive information that couldn't be shared in a chat that could inevitably be tracked or traced.

Worry forming on his brow for a brief moment, he shut the mask tight with his quirk once again and stood upright onto his feet. It was now or never. Whatever was going on, if there was even a chance of it being something positive, he wanted in. Climbing around the buildings until he eventually reached the roof of the warehouse itself, Lucas would quickly slide down over the edge. His fingers and a single foot touching the wall, his eyes glowed brightly as he carefully applied his quirk to pull him close to the wall and slow his descent before eventually landing softly on the ground. He had absolutely no idea who all was already here, or who else was going to show, but he highly doubted anyone would immediately know who he was. Perhaps it was a good idea to show up a bit more casually, leave the impressive poses to intimidating villains and inspiring civilians.

Stepping inside, his eyes quickly swept across the room before simply sticking close to the door and giving everyone an energetic wave. If anything bad went down, it would be easy to slip right out the door and never look back. Still, the audience inside was already rather impressive. Maybe he truly was just letting his nerves get to him, but in all seriousness, what even would the law enforcement do if they saw a room so full of vigilantes like this? He didn't really know who to speak to, so he simply pressed the bottoms of his feet against the wall and hung against it. It felt a bit more natural than just standing awkwardly. Maybe it was an unnecessary use of his quirk, but it gave him something to focus on rather than his nerves or the social anxiety slowly wanting to creep back in.

"See, the team up thing is a good idea. What it's not so good it's everything else." Aiden replied. He didn't really care if the guy there liked him or not for what he was about to say. He spoke hard truths. "Announcing ourselves around would only give us the same disadvantage Heroes have: the inability to use the element of surprise. Like you said, they are flaunting their names around more than anyhing else. Allowing them to know we're here would only hamper what you're trying to propose. You send a message, you can be sure there'll be some petty villain who will retaliate. And then, more people get hurt."

Aiden grinned beneah his inky form, leaning against the nearest wall eyes closed and arms crossed. Man, what little did he know. Yet again, hardly anyone there seemed to have had any sort of military or police training. Not at first glance at least. "Have you seen the sport festival recently? One of hose kids...Izami or whatever his name is... was an armor roboguy thing. He hopped on his teammates and acted as her armor. Now, while I'm sure the special snowflake there is unique or whatever, I can assure you that under that cat look there's alot of experimental tech. Something normal civilians wouldn't be able to afford."

Indeed. Finding such a power armor as a civilian was night impossible. "Long story short: The police is still government funded just like Yuuei, pretty sure they are researching armors like that or anti quirker weapons. As an ex swat myself that would be the first thing I would do. If you raise your flag now then you're only instigating them in interfering with our business. Namely..." He smacked one of his fist in his palm. "Villain smashing. Heroes will interfere too and frankly, the less we meddle in their stuff the better."

Brandon had to look around to see who else came in. That weird ass boasting guy is there, and some young looking kids come in as he came in as well. What's up with that? Is this their way of rebelling, 'sticking it to the man' as Kabu would put it? Well he can't really fault them. Perhaps they felt the system failed them, therefore deciding to take it into his own hands. Maybe they just wanna beat up assholes. He also respects that. He nods at them and then pays attention to whatever the hell the white haired guy is saying. Apparently he's the top vigilante aka the one who the police want to arrest? Seems like a bad thing to start boasting, but at the same time he kinda can't help but like that moxy. If he's doing good in the world, then own it up. Midway through, a familiar face shows up. He gives her a nod and small wave and continues to listen to G's offer.

G had to mention that stuff, huh? He couldn't help but grip his fist at the mention of the Tokyo5 incident. He could have done something about that….gah, it's long gone, Brandon. There's no need to obsess over that, remember what happened when you obsessed over that. He kinda agrees with the public promotion of Pros also not helping out. If they're so busy showing their glee and praise towards the No.1 hero or whatever, maybe they should put more effort in alerting people or something? A sentiment shared with Kent, although Kent would say it in a more polite or jokey way.

What he's suggesting is them grouping up, basically. He frowns a bit under his helmet. He can't help it; he does appreciate the help but he's good with just Kent as support. But he does have a point. If they can team up and destroy us? Then they can too, if they put the effort. Seems like some don't share the same sentiment, or at least G's view on it. He agrees on the team like that dragon guy, he also agrees its a dumb ass move to publically annouce it. Surprise could have saved Tokyo5...come on, Brandon. He agrees with those things...but he doesn't agree with doing less. In fact he wants to do more.

That chick is speaking more of an offensive take on G's idea. he can only raise his eyebrow from beneath the helmet. But the thing is...he's kinda up for that idea. "She's got a point." He says. "Well, some of it. But yeah, making a big whole thing for attention won't work. We gotta like...do it smart or something. If we have more people, it leaves us less chance to mess up on that smart plan or shit. Hell, maybe different sub groups doing different activities or something." He muses out loud. "Got a friend who can handle all that contacting stuff. I can convince him to help you out if needed, he's way more suited for that stuff."

He then smirks at G and Elena. "Besides, can't let you two have all the fun for the fight for #1 vigilante. I wanna get involved in this...but not too involved. If you all get too mushy about teamwork or some shit, I'm out. But I do agree we need to team up...Don't want another mess up to happen...could have gotten that bat fucker...not again. Next time he's mine." he says sternly. "So yeah. I'm in. So is my friend." He looks at G, giving him a small thumbs up.