Informal Sandstorm [Charlie/Sunaho]

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"Have you heard of the demon in town?"

The sudden question from her trusted lieutenant raised Sunaho's brow. She slurped up the instant ramen that she'd been eating before cautiously entertaining his question. "Have you gone and converted or something, Matsuda?" The older gentleman across from her chuckled in response, setting aside his own finished cup as he leaned against one of the many crates and boxes in their empty lot.

"Afraid I haven't considered that possibility yet. No, I'm talking about some interesting rumors about a new kid on our turf." Sunaho just continued to eat up her own meal as he spoke, nodding lightly to what he said. She knew well enough that when Matsuda had picked up on a rumor, it was best to just let him tell his stories. "Foreigner, most say. Young. Sounds like the violent sort. Robbing and battering recklessly. Some even linked her to us, being that this is our area." He was having a bit too much fun with this.

"Troublemakers on our turf isn't new. Our boys had any trouble with them?" Sunaho asked as she set down her own finished cup. "No, not yet. Though, with them likely being Quirked... Well, don't tell me you aren't a little curious?" Had it been that obvious? Sunaho wondered to herself, as she glanced up at the open sky above them. This was the kind of person she was interested in, perhaps... It didn't sound too alien, after all.

"Well, I'll keep an eye out... Tell the Dust Devils to keep watch as well."

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Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.

It was later the next day that Sunaho ended up going on patrol. Which, in turn, led her to spot the demon herself and eventually follow her into the alleyway where she was showing that 'violence' Matsuda had noted. Sunaho wasn't sure what to make of the foreigner, aside from knowing right away that she wasn't from around here. No clear affiliation, that much was certain. Most gangs would put a better leash on her.

Whoever this rebel was, and why they were looking for trouble, made Sunaho pretty damn curious.

After all, troublemakers like this were exactly the kind of people her Dust Devils were for.

Peering down the alley subtly, Sunaho watched until the girl was finished swiping those cigarettes. She looked short for a foreigner. Angry, too. The gang leader made no judgments until she could know the source of that anger, but it quickly became obvious she would get nowhere by just watching. As the red-streaked girl began to leave, Sunaho walked into the alley, with a casual gait towards her and her victim.

"Yo."

The green-haired woman would stop a few feet from the demon, hands lazily at her side as she looked back at the man behind her, keeping one eye on the kid. If this got violent, she was gonna fight back. "Don't get jumpy or anything. I'm not a Hero or Vig. I just wanna know what the bastard did." She grinned slightly as she gestured a pointing figure towards Charlie. "Lemme ask something else a bit easier too..."

They looked pretty caucasian, so Sunaho decided to chance some English. It was pretty crap, but it was enough.

"Who... are... you?"

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She was definitely a foreigner. The language wasn't natural to her, making her sound a bit more brutish as she spoke. Like many of the imported criminals, she had a certain accent to her Japanese, one that made Sunaho snicker just a little bit. It was hard not to feel a bit territorial, or even superior, when she realised how far from home some of the thugs in her neighbourhood were.

The 'new kid' as she designated herself had quite the story to give. She didn't bother with a name at first, talking about how she was some kind of demon. Sunaho supposed every kid went through that phase. She did some kind of name eventually: Demigod. "Interesting name." The green-haired woman would reply quickly, maintaining her collected demeanor. "As for I'm a demon or a meal, as you put it... Well, you're definitely gonna have a hard time chewing if that's what you're aiming for. Call me what you will - I'm just definitely not your lunch." Sunaho knew that wasn't likely to dissuade the girl, but she wanted to get a better feel for what the new kid was like. They definitely had a taste for violence, judging by the guy behind them.

Who was, evidently, just some poor sod Demigod had been paid to give some hurt. Not that Sunaho judged her for it. Hard to find work these days, people like them needed to get it where they could. Eventually, it seemed the girl got tired of translation, and shut her dictionary and spoke up in English instead. Great. Sunaho spoke the language well enough for how little practice she had, but it was still a bit clunky for her.

Naturally, Demigod turned the question back to her. The green-haired woman grinned lightly, leaning against one of the alley walls and speaking coolly.

"I am Sunaho. Leader of the Dust Devils" It wasn't her real name, actually. But it may as well have been. "This is... my turf. Dust Devils turf. We are..." She waved her hand around a bit, trying to think of the word. "Interested... You make trouble here. You get violent. Why? Just to... Live?" Her penchant and the ability for inflicting harm was something that would pique the interest of any of the local gangs. Sunaho just wanted to scout out this Demigod before any of them could, and see if there was something to the rumors that might grab their interest...