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Post by Taka Yasashi on Oct 5, 2019 9:37:49 GMT -4
Yasashi was a man on a mission. Without a doubt it was his most unprecedented task to date. To dive headlong into an area with a reputation for the worst society had to offer and retrieve an offering for the princess. He grinned stupidly to himself at the feeling of the bag swaying in his hand. The almost unnoticeable weight of the object suspended within. What was it? A Hoki-no-chan action figure. The recipient? His little sister.
He was proud of himself. To be honest he hadn't had the courage to step into a place so dangerous looking for such a rare collectible until he had begun attending UA. It wasn't a big step for him, but it was something nevertheless. He twisted a set of massive fingers around the handle of the bag, gripping it a bit tighter. His nerves were still there, and his heart still raced, he needed to get home as soon as possible and present the spoils of his battle.
He stopped at the edge of an intersection only to find that it was blocked by some kind of protest. Riot police had moved to either side of the intersection as people made their way through. Sighing, Yasashi looked around for the nearest route around the blockage. There were a few back alleys here and there but he did not know if any of them let out in the direction he was hoping to go. Deciding now was not the time to dawdle, the sun was going down, he made his way to one of the nearest and began walking.
Night came before he knew it. The protests were a distant memory now and he wasn't even sure where he was anymore. That was when he heard a shout followed by a laugh. He hadn't heard a person's voice in a while and turned to look into the small paved clearing to see who was there-and hopefully find someone who could give him directions. He stopped as soon as he cleared the turn, now a witness to what was transpiring in the deeper places of Tokyo.
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Post by Sunaho on Oct 7, 2019 22:23:40 GMT -4
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"You sure it's a good idea not to leave our masks behind?"
The older man's concern fell on deaf ears, as he gave a conflicted look to the much shorter woman at his side. They moved through a sea of people, shouts and chants echoing around them. Signs hovered above their heads, a number of colorfully worded phrases being displayed for the streets around them. Things like:
"QUIRKS ARE WEAPONS!"
"MANDATORY QUIRK TESTING NOW!"
"WE'RE NOT QUIRKLESS, WE'RE NORMAL!"
"NO FUTURE WITH QUIRKS."
"PRESERVE HUMANITY"
"NO QUIRKS. NO DANGER. NO DISEASE."
"VOTE NO FOR PUBLIC QUIRK USAGE!"
It was a lovely crowd, really.
"If any of them even do recognize me, they won't say anything." Sunaho retorted, her hands in her pockets as she deftly moved through the protests with Matsuda, her older companion. This wasn't exactly her kind of scene, but they had good reason to be there on that day... "I'm more worried about myself, you know. I'm in deep shit if I'm seen at one of these..." He huffed as they continued to try and work their way closer to the front of the crowd, eventually getting close enough to say the man leading the charge. A tall, middle-aged Japanese man with messy hair and a megaphone, leading the chants with incredible vigor and passion.
"I'm in even deeper shit if they make the connection with what happens next." He groaned grimly, as Sunaho set her own eyes on the protest leader. "That's definitely him. He turned up after all..." The green-haired woman uttered quietly, her face growing stiff as she sneered slightly toward the protester. It wasn't until Matsuda tapped her shoulder to get her attention that she diverted her gaze. He was subtly gesturing towards the riot police, as if to tell her to keep herself contained for the time being.
"You won't see this kind of protection at a Quirk Rally. We'll have to catch him and his lot alone." She said plainly, digging her hands deeper in her pockets and marching forward a few steps more. "Keep the boys on standby." Her voice was cold and serious, her anger straining through. Matsuda sighed lightly as he continued to walk beside her, through the manic crowds of those who so desperately clung to the normalcy of their identity.
Those who stood in the way of this world's progress.
Ambushing them hadn't been hard.
After the protests, the leader had gone off with some of his own men for a drink at a nearby bar. Sunaho and Matsuda had stalked them the way there, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and had found it just as he and 3 other men walked into a poorly lit empty street, laughing heartily among themselves.
The laughter that was quickly silenced when they struck.
It started with Matsuda. After putting up his hood, he pulled his weapon of choice from inside his now unzipped jacket. A thin, sturdy pipe that had been taped within. He rushed forward from their hiding spot behind the group, and delivered a decisive blow to the back of one's head. His body fell to the ground quickly, unconscious, and likely concussed. The other 3 turned with surprise and the instinct to retaliate igniting quickly, only to be snuffed out when Sunaho burst forward, her arms shifting into sandy masses that slammed into the other two men, incapacitating them quickly.
That just left the head protester himself, frozen briefly, and in the next moment, finding himself held against the nearby wall by a large clump of sand extending from Sunaho's arm.
"What the fuck do you want!?"
Finally, he spoke, struggling and squirming as the sand pressed against his neck. Matsuda checked the other bodies, making sure they were out cold. Sunaho kept her eyes fixed on their target.
"Daigo Akechi, right?"
Her words were as coarse as the sand she held him with, tilting her head as harsh eyes pierced into him.
"L-Let go of me, Quirked bitch!"
A small smirk appeared on Sunaho's face, as she pressed harder. Matsuda remained silent, though something quickly caught his attention, emerging onto their street.
"I think it's too late to ask for that. Too late to beg either." There was no point in prolonging this. Sunaho gritted her teeth, breathing in, ready to finish the night's proceedings... When Matsuda called out to her...
"Hold up, Sunaho." He was leaning down, hiding his face beneath his hood, as he gestured towards a kid who'd just turned the corner. A kid, who had no reason to be there at this time of night. It was just bad luck, really, but Sunaho wasn't as scared to be seen. Her grim expression turned towards the large lad, noting from his size that it wasn't impossible he'd pick a fight. Shit.
Best to just scare his poor ass away.
"Get out, kid. This isn't your business." The sandy woman uttered lowly, as she continued to hold Daigo against the wall. His own brown eyes set themselves on Taka, in an almost pleading look. Not that his aggressor cared all that much.
Sunaho knew the police wouldn't get there in time even if the kid went to them. She just didn't want to have to fight someone who'd just gotten in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Oct 10, 2019 0:54:06 GMT -4
A sane person would have turned and walked away.
Not that it would have done much good for the man pinned to the ground. Help might come in time, if the right hero responded. If not? Security would not be fast enough. No one would be. Yasashi opened his mouth and closed it, he made an uneasy smile and put the bag in his right hand down. He considered reaching for his phone, his left hand wasn't far from his pocket. No, calling for help so obviously would be suicide. Damn. There was no good way to handle this.
Sunaho. That was her name? No, probably an alias. Could he talk her down? With no training on how to negotiate with a hostile villain? Hell no. He didn't even know what the reason for the attack was. It clearly wasn't a mugging, it was too personal even from his untrained eye. This was deliberate, he could practically smell the cold hate in the air.
He couldn't rely on his quirk, what good were bones anyway? He stifled a frown and rose up from the small crouch he had entered to drop his bag. Both hands rose up in the air just as his eyes locked with the pleading man's. He swallowed. Damn. Damn damn damn!
Yes. A sane person would have turned and walked away.
Yasashi was beginning to figure out that Heroes weren't exactly sane.
"My phone is in my left pocket. It isn't on. I'm a student from UA. Is there any way we can handle this peacefully?" He asked, "I don't know what he did, but no one deserves to die in a sad place like this."
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Post by Sunaho on Oct 18, 2019 9:38:00 GMT -4
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At least the kid knew how to stop himself from getting killed.
Dropping the bag was a smart move, it meant Sunaho didn't have to tear it from him to be safe. Her eyes fixed on him, cold and focused, a hint of frustration peering through. Why couldn't she just have a nice, easy, smooth job for once?
His hands were in the air, he didn't want trouble. Good. She didn't want to give it to him unless he sought it...
Which is why his revelation that he was a U.A. Student was so troublesome.
Daigo, the man Sunaho was intending to kill, furrowed a brow harshly. He'd thought someone had come to help him, but instead, it was one of them. A conflicted mix of hopelessness and desperation was beginning to set in. Sunaho didn't pay any mind to this - the Quirkless man had no chance of escaping on his own.
If this kid got involved, it was another story...
There was only one thing Sunaho really know about UA Students. They were idiots, every last one of them. Naive kids who thought they could help people by becoming government stooges.
Utter fools with the nerve to try and resolve things "peacefully"
Sunaho scoffed at him right after he spoke, grimacing at the boy. "UA kid, huh? Then I'm sure you're ready to try and be a Hero." Her tone was sharp and disdainful, leaving the implications to his imagination. "You're only half right, by the way. Most people don't deserve to die in a place like this. This asshole, on the other hand..." Her sand was covering her victim's mouth now, to shut him up in case he started screaming with the opportunity.
"Is Daigo Akechi. Quirkless Supremacist. Even if you save him, he'll just spit on you. He doesn't even think we're human." The venom on her tongue was thick, as she glared into Taka. "Listen, kid. I'm doing a favor to the Quirked and offing a bastard who's called for us to be rounded up and 'cured'. You wanna try and play Hero, but really, you make a move and all you're doing is what he wants. You wannabe government dog."
Her other hand pointed at him, gesturing for him to get the hell out of there.
"This is a sad place to die, kid. Get out before you become a cautionary tale."
Matsuda, still checking over the bodies of the unconscious men, glanced sideways to Sunaho. He knew she'd never go that far, but it seemed her willingness to threaten didn't extend to that... Part of him, however, felt she was making a fairly important blunder.
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Oct 19, 2019 3:06:12 GMT -4
Yasashi's hands remained in the air, his eyes fixed on the woman's face. There was so much...anger there. His eyebrows rose a bit when she began her tirade, beady white-blue eyes shifting down to lock with the eyes of Mister Daigo. He offered the best smile he could, given the circumstances. The wheels turned in the back of Yasashi's mind.
Sad eyes looked back up at the sand quirk woman once again. She was cutting into him verbally now, he was fortunate he'd heard worse as a boy or he might have risen to that bait.
Of course he wasn't ready to be a hero, that's why he was in school in the first place. He looked back down at the man again. A rational quirker would see this as a golden opportunity. The vitrol he spread would cause more harm if he continued to walk about. And yet... heroes aren't very rational are they?
"Let him spit on me, then," Yasashi said, "It's okay. I'm prepared for that. Not every person a hero helps will be grateful, after all. Something I have to get used to," He says, straightening his back. "If you kill him here, won't you be doing just what he wants too?" He asked, trying to plea to her reason, "Listen to me, what are you to him, right now?" He asked, "Think about it, please."
Yasashi swallowed, he wasn't confident enough at all in his hostage negotiation skills to settle this. He needed more options, some flexibility. He considered his phone in his breast pocket. He could probably turn it on with some fine use of his quirk but he'd be putting himself and Mr. Daigo at risk. He had to get a signal out somehow. Or at least, chase them off.
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Post by Sunaho on Oct 26, 2019 10:25:49 GMT -4
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Matsuda was getting more restless by the second. This should've been a simple job, kill and clear. This kid was making it a lot more difficult, and the old man had the unfortunate knowledge that Sunaho wasn't professional enough to just off him and be done with it. No, with everything that the U.A. brat had started spouting, he'd made this a lot more personal than it should've been... At least, for Sunaho.
Still holding Daigo hard against the ground, she glared into the boy, intent now on more than just killing the Quirkless Supremacist. She wanted to show this kid who'd ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time that he was damn wrong if he thought this kind of situation could be solved with words alone. The green-haired woman scowled at Yasashi's declaration that he was prepared to be spat on, disgraced. The talk he gave of being a Hero made her want to throw up. His arguments fell on deaf ears, and Sunaho piped up again angrily.
"You really don't see how much bullshit you've been fed, huh? You really think that 'oh that's what he wants!' shit makes a difference? You think he looks like he wants me to kill him right now?" Sunaho pressed down harder against Daigo, who was still squirming helplessly. "You're drunk on that government fed bullshit, that being a good dog, listening to their orders, and trying this peaceful revolution shit is gonna get you anywhere." Her words were biting, her tone unrelenting.
"You get told that shit all the time. Peace ain't nothin without fighters, is the truth. You think MLK woulda got anywhere without the Black Panthers? You think all the gays in England woulda got anywhere without Stonewall?" Matsuda suddenly coughed loudly, as if to tell Sunaho she needed to stop herself. The woman just scoffed lightly, sneering towards Yasashi one more time.
"I'm thinking about it alright. More than you ever have, brat. You ain't ever gonna break a system you're a part of." Her hand was raised towards him, forming a sandy claw pointed firmly at the boy. Sunaho was done playing around. "Last warning. You're in the way of a better future. I ain't fan of that, so I'm gonna have to remove you if you don't get the fuck out of here and hurry on home."
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Oct 28, 2019 15:46:57 GMT -4
This wasn't working. Even appealing to her disgust was falling on deaf ears. He resisted the urge to roll his jaw; any outward sign of emotion would be bad news at this moment. He took a deep breath-he had to be careful here, any outward sign that he was using his quirk would be a dead giveaway for someone as observant as her. He tried to focus, even through her cutting words, and barely managed to form fingerbone in his pocket. His right arm tensed and untensed while he exercised those woefully neglected quirk 'muscles'. To his relief the finger moved and tapped the screen of his phone five times in a row. Panic. He tried to tap his foot five times along with the sound of a hard bone tapping against a glass screen.
He held her gaze; his hands still in the air. What the hell could he say to that? She wouldn't hear him out at all. Pessimism and frustration set in for a few moments and his heart began to race. No, she wasn't crazy, she was giving him the option to leave. She had some sense of morality, that meant she could be reasoned with if only he could figure out what her trigger was.
He sighed; He doubted he would be able to hold her here, and he did not know if the hero that came would be able to capture her, but at the very least he could try to keep the man alive. That was all he could think to do in the moment. He'd called reinforcements after failing to negotiate, if she attacked he'd do his best to survive until help arrived. That was all he could do.
He swallowed when he realized that he'd have to keep the conversation going one way or another. Was he ready to fight someone who was comfortable with murder? His leg trembled and the idea of running crawled back to life in his mind. No, he wouldn't run. Not until reinforcements came. There had to be a witness, there had to be something he could do!
"I can't walk away and you know it, I've been spoonfed government propaganda, remember?" He shot back, trying to get her to focus on him more. "So did my mom, she's a pro-hero after all. Works in this area come to think of it," Oh shit oh shit oh shit. "Aquitaine, the Chivalrous Hero. I think she might have mentioned you once, I can't remember," Damn it... he was getting carried away. Too hasty in his jabs. They'd know he was up to something! His heart wouldn't stop pounding. Why couldn't he calm down?! | 446 Words NOTES
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Post by Sunaho on Nov 16, 2019 11:06:13 GMT -4
The kid really wasn't getting the message. Sunaho saw that, and so did Matsuda. He was already backing off a bit, glancing back and forth between Yasashi and Sunaho, hoping to heaven that the latter would stop letting herself be taunted like this and finish the damn job already. It was brats like this who got the biggest rise out of her, brats like this who reminded Matsuda that Sunaho wasn't as experienced as she saw herself.
It was brats like this that made their jobs a lot more difficult than they should've been!
The green-haired woman glared into the boy, waiting for him to pick his poison. Leave or fight. Live or die. Her patience was thin, and he was teasing it more and more. Maybe he knew he was about to break it, maybe he didn't. He was just wasting both their times at this point, so the gang leader just smirked lightly when he spoke up again. It wasn't time for games anymore, and he'd just showed his own hand far too much.
"If that's a bluff, it sucks." Sunaho said plainly, narrowing her expression as she dropped the man. He fell to the ground, gasping for air, only for an exasperated Matsuda to step in and grab the man in a chokehold with his pipe, pulling him back while sighing to himself. There was no stopping her now.
Her sandy form shifted back, and she turned towards Yasashi. Cold eyes pierced into him, as she took one step towards him. Then another.
"If it isn't a bluff, then man, I almost feel sorry for your Mama." The fingers on her right hand flared out, taking on the shape of a sandy claw as she bent her knees slightly, ready to pounce. So what if there was a Pro Hero in the area? Sunaho wasn't about to back down like some kind of coward, she wasn't about to let a government dog get in her way.
She wasn't going to let this lost puppy stop her either.
"She's gonna find her son's corpse here."
Like an animal, Sunaho pounced. Rushing forward, sand blasted off her legs as she propelled herself towards Yasashi at inhuman speeds, clenching her sandy hand into an enlarged fist that she launched right into his gut.
No more talking his way out of this now.
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Nov 24, 2019 12:01:50 GMT -4
Yasashi's heart rate went through the roof as the hostage was dropped by the green-haired woman. He took a step to steady himself, clenching his fists to calm his pounding heart. He'd antagonized her away from her primary target. That gave the heroes he'd alerted with his phone more time to arrive and gave the man a higher chance of survival. All of this, however, relied on one last thing. That Yasashi survive the next few minutes against what could only be a seasoned villain.
He shifted his feet apart and clenched his fists an instant before she exploded into motion. His eyes went wide. So fast! He clenched the muscles in his chest and abdomen, concentrating on his quirk. He'd neglected it for years but he had enough practice with it to form sectional pieces of armor. It'd have to do. She slammed into him with what felt like the speed of a freight train, the bone armor that has formed on his chest beneath his clothing cracked and caved beneath the strike and he was sent tumbling backwards and into a wall.
Yasashi let out a gasp when his back struck the solid material and he felt the bone plate on his chest evaporate back into his skin. The pain came next. He hadn't formed armor on his back. He hadn't thought he needed it. His eyes watered from the sensation that ran up his spine and he forced himself off the surface of the wall, taking a step forward and bearing both hands in a grapplers fighting stance.
He just had to hold out! Just hold out! He glanced toward Daigo. He'd get the man out of this...some how. | 288 WORDS NOTES
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Post by Sunaho on Dec 5, 2019 11:44:40 GMT -4
Sunaho didn't take much pleasure in pulverizing the kid's abdomen. Yeah, a good street fight could get the adrenaline rushing, but there wasn't any thrill to this big small fry. Her sandy fist smashed into something, she wasn't quite sure at first. All she knew was the kid had armored himself up a bit, softened the blow. The bony shield was beneath his clothes, so it wasn't obvious, but the reveal that he had some kind of durability enhancing Quirk made it a little easier for one thing.
It made it easier for Sunaho to feel alright going at him full force.
He tumbled into a wall, that one blow being enough to already do a number on him. It was almost... Pitiable. Part of Sunaho wanted a good fight here, to see what U.A. had to offer. Instead, all she got was a whole lot of disappointment.
"Oh, c'mon. The hell are they teaching you at U.A.?" Sunaho scoffed, throwing her arms out in a taunting manner, as if urging him to come and try to hit her. "They shackled you, did they shackle ya Quirk too!?" A thought came to her mind, as she stepped towards Yasashi steadily, raising her sandy fist again.
"You gonna die in chains, or are you gonna use that damn Quirk for something other than what they tell you to do with it?"
That question preceded another attack, Sunaho lunging towards Yasahi at a steadier speed this time, throwing alternating hooks with her hands, each in their sandy and enlarged state, trying to batter him back towards the wall. This little brat...
The more Sunaho looked at this lost puppy, the worse she felt for him. A teenager, who couldn't use his Quirk to save his own life, for that was how much they had shackled it, shackled him...
When was it... She'd finally began practicing with her own Quirk, again?
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Dec 9, 2019 13:13:24 GMT -4
Nnnnooo!
He gritted his teeth, each blow coming harder as she kept up her speed. He threw up his arms and blocked, plates of bone forming on his arms even as his sleeves were torn away. He wouldn't be able to hide it much longer. He took a deep breath and peered down at her feet before swallowing hard. There was no way he was going to be able to keep up a defensive fight. Hell, if he kept up like this she might get bored. He needed to keep her attention longer. The four buzzes that went off in his pocket told him that help was on the way. Just a bit longer! Just a little bit longer!
He pushed forward, using his own supernatural strength to get a bit of momentum forward while she shouted at him, egging him into a fight. How close were they? There was no way she was further than twelve meters. That meant she was close enough to distract. It was a long shot, and he'd never ever used this part of his quirk offensively before but he didn't have much choice in the matter now. He needed to get her mind scattered as much as possible. He reared back and stomped his foot in her direction, tensing his arm muscles.
Beneath her a pair of boney hands and arms rose from the ground, made of the same concrete like bone his armor was made of-these articulate hands were usually intended for simple things like helping him cook. He'd never used them to pin an opponent, but this time they grasped at her ankles and legs, trying to hold her still and distract her while he tried to increase the spread of the armor on his body. Come on! Come on! Come on! Where were those pro heroes?!
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Post by Sunaho on Jan 3, 2020 7:43:18 GMT -4
The first time Sunaho used her Quirk properly, the first time she released the chains on it and unleashed her full potential, had been for the very same reason as the boy she was slamming her fists into. For the very same purpose. Simply to survive.
Like him, she'd needed to go beyond the shackles placed upon her by various systems around them.
Perhaps she simply longed to see him break out of that very same bondage.
Her relentless assault was lessened as Yasashi pushed forward strongly, trying to regain some ground. He wasn't going to just let himself be beaten to death, she supposed. The boy stomped down hard, and Sunaho's mind briefly registered the movement. What was he doing here? As an answer, boney arms rose up from the ground, grasping at her hands and legs. This, combined with the torn clothes, let her know quite clearly what his Quirk was at this point.
"Looks like a strong-ass Quirk, kid! But you'll need to break more bones to get free." Pausing her assault, Sunaho reached down, her sandy fists opening into violent claws that slashed away the grasping limbs beneath her, fending them off and giving Yasashi his chance to armor up more. It wasn't going to keep her back forever, of course.
As she tore away the last one, she set her eyes back on him.
"You can't just stand there all night. I'll keep comin', cause I ain't got no chains holding me back." She taunted, before rushing rapidly towards him to try and cover the distance, her inhuman speed letting her get close as she could real quick. A sandy clow would grab his torn short, as she glared up at him, rearing the other fist back.
"You got what it takes to hit back? Or are you just another castrated government puppy?" Her other sandy hand, reared back, shaped itself into a spike-like construct. The woman paused, waiting to see what he'd do, as its menacing point aimed for his chest.
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Jan 4, 2020 3:33:51 GMT -4
She just... tore them to pieces. Shredded them. Yasashi stumbled backward and looked on in mute horror as Sunaho's sandy claws destroyed what he had created. His bone armor was regenerating fast. If he had more experience he might have been able to form more effective armor; but alas all he could think to do was form plates on his chest and arms. He looked left and right. Trying to think of something; anything, to distract her. Hold her just a little longer. He had to, there was so much more he had to do. He had to save that man's life! He would do anything! Three buzzes. They were almost here.
Yasashi gritted his teeth and forced the bones wrapping his arms to take the shape of claws. Maybe-
He didn't even have time to think.
She was on him in an instant. Her biting words clawing into his spirit as easily as she grabbed his torn shirt, pinning him once more to the wall behind him. He'd been so focused on trying to figure out his quirk; his crippled, neglected, begrudged quirk. Everything... everything he'd done to hide it, to keep people from being afraid of him. He didn't want to inspire fear. But how was he supposed to inspire anything if he was dead? If he failed? He watched her arm rise up as if in slow motion. Every heartbeat felt like a minute. His icy blue eyes sparkled a little in the face of oncoming death. There was no way, no way, there was nothing he had. He was already spent.
The spike-like construct formed around her hand. He dropped to his knees, eyes wide.
Did he really have what it took to hit back? To defeat an enemy? Could he cripple someone if it meant saving lives? Could he do more? Did it even matter? Something coiled inside him, something angry and raw, something that resented the way he'd been forced to hide. That tiny, insignificant, dark spark in his soul. Blood dripped down his nose as his quirk flew into overdrive, desperation pumping fresh blood through his veins. The bones on his arms shuddered and clicked, clacking now and then like chattering teeth. His hands clenched into mallet sized fists; and his eyes. Baelful Blue Ghostfire blazed to life in his eyes, burning like two pinpricks of angry blue light.
He was going to die. Alone. They were going to kill that man. He was going to die for nothing.
No. No. No no no no no no no.
"NOOOOOUUUHHHHHH!" The massive young man cried out, veins in his neck straining against his failing body. The ground trembled as his feet pressed down, cracking the pavement beneath him. His whole body lurched, spasming in the throes of the episode, something... pressed its way out of a nearby wall. Then another something. Then another. Skeletons. Human Skeletons. The howling took on a greater pitch. It was like the skeletons themselves were screaming. An unholy sound that sent chills down the spine. The monstrous constructs' eyes were burning with the same blue ghostfire, their fingers shorn down to sharp points, their mouths hanging agape in their endless hateful scream. They staggered toward Sunaho as more rose from the ground. One after another, Yasashi twitching and trembling with each new addition.
...then something else began to take shape. A spine as long as a four-door sedan began to form over Yasashi and Sunaho. The monstrous bone twisting as ribs began to stretch out of it. More skeletons. More howling from Yasashi, every ounce of his desperation, his need to do what he could, his willingness to throw his body away. His bones were cracked, his body bruised, his face covered in blood. Yet the skeletons kept coming toward Sunaho until finally... as suddenly as it started.
It stopped. The skeletons, the bones, the howling... all of it gone.
Yasashi was on his knees. All consciousness was gone from his eyes, the flames having ceased. His mouth agape. His body torn, his muscles twisted from the effort. He trembled and jerked; "D-doh.. don't..." He mouthed, his hands reaching toward the condemned man across from him. But Taka Yasashi wasn't really there. His exertion had taken everything. He was at her mercy. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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Post by Sunaho on Jan 8, 2020 20:58:30 GMT -4
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
Survive.
That was all she'd wanted to back then. After she'd been left to rot and waste away, all she wanted to do was simply get by. To live, to have the possibilities that came with life. To evade the cold certainty of death. Death was the end of all possibilities, death would have deprived her of any chance to rise up from the dust, to strike back at those who'd ground her into the dirt. So she had to deny death. Defy it.
She had to fight. She had to kill.
Would the boy with something left to lose be able to find that same conviction? Or would he die a dog on their leash? Sunaho was damn curious to find out.
Clutching him with her claw, he dropped to his knees, and she sneered down upon him. This was the kind of pathetic state that came from U.A.'s students. This was what happened when you lied to a bunch of a gullible kids and told them they could be 'Heroes' by becoming cops in spandex. All cops were bastards, but at least they knew it. These Pro Heroes, and the kids that were tricked into becoming them...
It made her sick.
Her sandy spike raised, it was quickly becoming her intention to scare the boy before pummeling him into unconsciousness. Maybe she could at least put a bit of fear in him before killing that bastard Matsuda was still pinning. Just as her sandy construct began to blunt, however, she saw something in his eyes. She saw fire.
A bloody nose was followed by the clacking of his bones, something akin to madness erupting over the boy's body.
In the next moment, she'd realize. That she'd misjudged him.
"Christ, get back Sunaho!" Matsuda called out, Sunaho stunned at the man's sudden cry, noting the pavement cracking and his body seeming to be destroyed by his meltdown. "What the fuck..." The woman stepped backwards, returning to her sandy claws as she slashed away at bits of the construct that came close. It still wasn't all that tough, but the sheer volume, and the horrible sight before them... It was enough to put her on the back foot for a bit.
"There it is... What you are without those chains!" Sunaho cried out, filled with vindication as much as she was sheer surprise. The woman became a sandy fury, crushing the skeletal constructs that began to swarm her, but not pressing forward, instead just seeing what Yasashu had in store. A whirlwhind with her claws, she tore through his deathly march, as it just kept on coming.
Her companion wasn't so lucky. Matsuda had been stunned long enough by the display, that the man they'd been intending to kill had broke free, running off amidst the hellish chaos of it all. Matsuda didn't give chase, much more concerned about what was happening right in front of them...
Up until the moment it just stopped.
In that moment, Sunaho huffed to herself, extending out a sandy claw to the limits of her reach, and slashing away what bone remained after the boy fell unconscious. This was his potential unleashed, but it was not honed. He was still weak.
"We need to get out of here, Sunaho." Matsuda called out. With the howling gone, the sound of incoming sirens became more clear. "Daigo got away. We'll have to get him next time." The woman grit her teeth, a mixture of frustration and intrigue. She wasn't interested in wasting their time here anymore, but she'd seen plenty already.
"Fuck. Try and see if some of the boys can't intercept him." Sunaho groaned, walking back towards her companion, and leaving Yasashi's broken body there. However, as she passed one of the skeletons he'd left behind, the stopped to pick up the skull. The skull, a symbol of the dusty and dead... Just like the masks her gang wore. With a careless motion, she ripped off the front half of it, leaving it not unlike a mask, and tossed it back onto Yasashi's body.
"What's that supposed to be?" Matsuda huffed, as Sunaho walked over to him and threw an arm around his shoulders.
"A business card."
Without another word, Sunaho dashed off the ground with sandy legs, her form darting through the alleyways as she carried Matsuda with her.
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Post by quizzity on Jan 11, 2020 19:03:38 GMT -4
Taka Yasashi earned 23 + 316 previously = 339 total. Sunaho earned 31 exp + 527 previously = 558 total.
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