Cooped || Storyteller / [OPEN TO TWO VIGILANTES]

Tap, tap, tap. Toss, Toss, Toss. Drag, Drag, Drag. Turn, Turn, Turn. You get the deal. All this just to be able to set up his own personal corner for this whole shebazz he calls his office. Kent feels more comfortable with his gear, so he brought along most of his personal equipment in a cart. Brandon helped out carrying most of the stuff in a portable manner, thank you carts, but now that he's off doing god knows what, he has to finish up the work. Wrap it all up in a nice presentable bow and make it look as if he doesn't crowd himself surrounded by machines and broken parts and other stuff.

Clearly he's failing at that. If anyone turn their towards the corner at which he set this all up (nearby Elena, in fact), they can see a pile of machines stacked on each other, a small desk, and a lot of extension cables. So many extension cables as far as the eye can see. All to power up a monitor, a somewhat brand new pc, and and a half cobbled up hybrid that he himself made. He made this the first year he was in his shop. It holds some sentiment to him. It was everything an amnestic lad can ask for: broken parts, a cpu stolen from somewhere, and a half-cracked screen someone passed off as a monitor. 8 months spent on that to make a passable computer that often freezes. Now he uses it as a surveillance monitor, which freezes up less so. He can't just abandon it, it's like throwing away your first toy. That a shady man with shades suggested to make.

This place was nice, but he still doesn't feel right here. It's too open. Of course it was too open, it has to hold up all these other members of the storm knights. But...gah, there was something nice about the cooped up feeling he had back at his shop. So many eyes here as well. It's like he's being monitored...which he right now is trying to do, so, ehehehe...pot calling the kettle black over here. He holds onto another extension cable he has to plug in a portable back up generator(? WHY DOES HE HAVE IT?) and looks around. That spot where Elena is sitting at has an oultet. That could be useful.

He's in a rush. Very soon the big stuff is gonna happen. Auction stuff, shipment stuff, weapons and invention stuff...all of those they're gonna destroy. Its' good...but at the same time he's crying in pain because it's such a waste of inventions! So many technological advancements, being destroyed right in front of him? He couldn't be able to see it. G seemed to be somewhat sympathetic to his plight, at the very least promised one unharmed piece of technology to disassemble. But right now he has to focus on the big picture. Soon they're gonna have to face off against them. This odd organization rumored to be behind it.

He frowns a bit, then tries to shake it off as he approaches the outlet near Elena, who is muttering something. "You alright?" he asks her, a bit curious to her plight. "'Aburido..' Hmm.." he says in a horrible manner, then looks at his phone, quickly typing it up to look it up. "...Ah. You're bored." Did she want to go out or something, only to be denied by G or whoever was in charge here? Is her quirk flashy or something. "Eh, don't worry. I'm sure something will pop up for ya to do." He smiles a bit as he stared at her...as much as a perpetually closed eyelid glare can do. If you can look closly you can see the hint of his crimson eyes peaking out. "...Ah, right! Sorry about that. Name's Kent, or well, 10sai Eye on the board and stuff. I'm the guy that...uh, keeps Drag-On out of trouble. Nice to meet you in person."

Lucas knew in all aspects, that his quirk was very suitable to close-range combat. Not only was it incredibly easy to hide, to pretend it didn't exist, but it wasn't even super flashy. And yet, he still found himself incredibly anxious about his eventual plan. Not only was this his first major villain threat he was going to be interacting with, but his plan to sneak into the auction itself before the raid even began in his normal attire was terrifying even if he pretended it wasn't.. Any up close and personal information would be helpful for their cause, perhaps he could even point out specific pieces of technology too dangerous to continue to exist and allow his teammates to destroy them before anything else. No doubt it would be a good idea. But for now, he was attempting to mentally prepare himself. The auction could be tomorrow, or next week, who knew how long he would have to wait? How long they would have to gather information? The stress of it all alone made him take the next several weeks off from business for "personal leave" on vacation.

Perhaps tonight he would hit the streets and try and learn something himself, but for now he just stood out. A wealthy European foreigner, or a masked vigilante. Both were bound to draw attention during the day. The night, lesser so. No doubt alot of his other vigilantes were already learning everything they could, from either legal or illegal sources it probably didn't matter. The whole point of the matter was that the raid had to be coordinated. If they got faulty information, everything could be screwed. Intent to leave later in the evening around dinner time, pretending to be a tourist wouldn't be too difficult. Or at least, he hoped so. Besides, most shady individuals would be out as it got later... Right?

Currently, however, Lucas was torn. Not on the mission, but on a different serious problem. His identity. On one hand, his face would eventually be revealed to his fellow vigilantes, but as of now, that hadn't happened yet. No doubt some people were already in the common room, but he was staying in his personal room for just a few minutes more as he internally debated intensely. He felt like he'd be more comfortable wearing the suit, it was the only persona any of the others had ever known of his. But at this point, would it only seem like he didn't trust them? No doubt his anxiety, when it came to talking to people, would immediately surface if they all actually looked him in the eye. Struggling to figure out a solution, Lucas was stuck in his room for quite some time.

Eventually, however, he walked down the hallway in a bit of a compromise for himself. Wearing casual dressy attire as he was used to, but the helmet of the suit was still on top of his head. Maybe it looked awkward, or perhaps a little bit like he was trying too hard, but it just felt... More comfortable. Maybe eventually he'd feel ready to reveal his face to them in such a private setting but now was just not that time. Regardless, as he walked into the room, he looked around slowly. Madame Ito's place was quite quaint if he had to admit it. Certainly not the 5-star hotels he was accustomed to growing up with his family on their travels, but it was... agreeable to a certain taste.

There was a woman wearing a green coat on a cushion at a table, whom he tried to remember her name and failed a small bit. He knew who she was, there was no forgetting her appearance, but even her title online escaped him. Cursing silently to himself, he let his eyes scan over to the makeshift workshop in the corner filled with all sorts of tech and the scruffy looking man among it. It looked... kind of scrappy. Almost like junkyard tech, it had to be someone's aesthetic, but it certainly wasn't his. Too used to the sleek, sheen, modern style of technology compared to... whatever he was looking at. Just what kind of funds were the Storm Knights operating on anyways? It had to be very little, right? Perhaps he could find some way to convince G to allow him to help, at some point.

Only after the third person in the room spoke did he let his eyes drift over to them. An older woman, dressed like a monk, was asking the others about some tea. He definitely hadn't seen them before, but if they were in this room, then most definitely they were trustworthy in some capacity. Either a member of the Storm Knights that he hadn't heard of or seen before, or simply someone else operating independently, it probably didn't matter. Whatever the case, tea sounded lovely.

"If you don't mind, I'd..." He spoke up, only realizing after he did so that to drink tea he would have to open his helmet. An embarrassed flush spreading across his hidden cheeks at his own mistake. Now he had backed himself into a wall conversationally. Turning down tea after just about to accept it sounded like a horrible way to meet someone new. His voice going a bit quieter, he continued to speak. "... I'd like some tea. If that's uh, acceptable." Walking further into the room, Lucas himself would simply lean against a wall, trying his best to remain casual and ignore his previous mistake.

"Well yeah, but that could have taken time out of your deep thinking...sorry." He lets out a small chuckle. He probably should have asked beforehand, but when you're naturally curious, you tend to do stuff that seems a bit rude. Sure she said it a joking teasing tone, the same one he tends to use when stuff involving Brandon are brought up, but still. He just laughs it off, putting his phone back in his pocket as she introduced herself. "Oh right. Hestia. I've seen you chatting about on there. Makes sense, that place is a goldmine for info and materials that one can't really get now and then."

She talked about his role, and if his quirk was related to anything engineering or tech or programming. He laughs a little. "Yeah, I'm way more suited here. 'Behind the scenes' and wht not. Can't really do much with my quirk. Just simply showing and playing back anything through my eyes as a little hologram isn't that much of a combat skill to have. What am i supposed to do with it? Blind people? It's a bit harsh, honestly. Besides, constant usage is really bad on my eyes." He says, slightly opening his eyes to show his deep red iris slighty shifting bright blue, then turning back to crimson. "It's handy for if I need a constant reminder of a blueprint while making something."

"hmm?" An older looking woman arrived, asking if they wanted some tea or if they wanted her to leave. "Oh no, don't worry, you're not bothering us. The more the merrier, right?" He consdiers getting the tea, but he just shakes his head. "I'll hold off from the tea for now. Maybe if I need some extra energy I'll get some." Odd that she's here, considering this place is taken up by vigilantes. Perhaps she...works here or something? Is she in the know? Probably, considering she's casually chatting with them.

A new face also showed up. The rabbit mask wearing fellow has joined up with them . Elena seems to recognize him as Alt. Someone that Brandon once mentioned had the attitude of a sunday morning costumed guy in a tokusatsu show. Brandon could have just said he acted like he belonged in a sentai, but that dumbass has a way with words sometimes it shocks him. He noticed him eyeing his set up. "Ah. You like it? Made it from scratch myself 4 years ago. Works like a charm." He grins. A small visible spark pops off behind him. "It works like a charm part of the time." he grins.

He looks around him. "You two waiting for a job? Weird, Im surprised Muscle-Brain (Brandon) and that Red Edge guy got out before you two. Perhaps it's your quirks or something? Or are ya just waiting for the right time?" he questions. the two. "How about you, miss? You hear of anything around these parts? Any shady business that can interrupt the inn's business or something?" He asks.

Ahh, so the woman whose name he had forgotten remembered his. Of course, his own flustered state grew a tad bit despite his attempt to laugh off his nerves a quiet bit. “I do plan to go out later, yes. But I’m not exactly… from around here. It makes much more sense for me to head out around normal tourist hours. Blend in with the crowds of other foreigners, you know?” Or at least, that was his logic. It made sense in his mind at the very least. Investigating in his civilian clothes was still something he was trying rather hard to get used to, but it was something he was trying to get adjusted to.

As the boy with all the tech spoke up and mentioned how he made the tech from scratch himself, his suspicions were confirmed. It definitely was junkyard tech, at least in some capacity. The spark didn’t soothe his worries either, and he was lucky his face was completely covered by his mask or his face of distrust for the tech was extremely obvious. Instead, he simply nodded a little bit and just answered the man’s questions. “My quirk is rather subtle if I’m honest, so no worries there. But either way, me in a mask or me in plainclothes is going to attract attention if I’m just going around asking questions.”

When the monk woman spoke, he was thankful for the distraction from the questions about his actions. He was already admittedly a bit worried over how effective he was going to be, especially when there was almost definitely some individuals with more experience than him. “Uh, yes, please. Milk and sugar both.” He would respond to her, gently taking the cup into his hands and simply holding it for the moment. Eventually, he knew he would take a drink, but for now he would simply hold the warm mug in his hands.

As she introduced himself, he turned to face her a little bit more to focus on the conversation. Dharmapala. If he wasn’t mistaken, the word sounded faintly familiar. Was it religious? It would certainly make sense given her monk appearance, but whether that was just a look or how she truly was, was up for internal debate. Regardless, the fact that the owner of the inn was willing to let a group of people like them stay was certainly a bit questionable. Just how often did she have actual villains stay here? The thought unsettled him a little bit. It was probably at least more inconspicuous than a 5-star hotel, but at least then he would know for a fact that he’d have a damn good breakfast.

Letting out a soft sigh, and trying not to think too hard about what he was doing, his eyes would glow through the mask as the little latches inside would be pulled apart using his quirk and opening up the mask. His pale face and blonde locks rather easy to see, practically threatening to spill out the moment he was revealed. Telling himself that even if they saw him, nobody would know who he was in this small room, he attempted to relax as he took a small sip of the tea. Still, he could practically feel people’s eyes staring straight at him, even if they weren’t. Taking another sip, his eyes glowed as the mask sealed itself back shut. At the very least, he trusted people in the Storm Knights to respect his identity, but he wasn’t quite ready to expose himself so casually. Even now, his hands were awkwardly shaking as he held the cup of tea.

Hearing the offer to hone themselves immediately piqued his interest. He didn’t think he was a slouch, but there was no way that he would pass up an opportunity to practice. Not entirely sure what she meant by that, however, Lucas was left to his own thoughts rather than simply asking her like a normal person probably would have. Did that mean sparring? Did that mean meditation as would befit her monkly status? Confused, he simply let out a soft sigh as he spoke. “Well, that certainly sounds like a more beneficial way to spend my time than simply waiting. I am in.”

"Uh, no...I don't really..recall that movie. Haven't watched a lot, sorry." He sheepishly says while also hiding the fact that he has no idea if he has ever seen that movie at all. Amnesia and all, you know how it is. One good benefit is that you get to re-experience everything with a brand new fresh set of paint. Stuff that is common for you can suddenly be grand and wonderful and god does not knowing anything about your past suck. He kinda knows some stuff about his childhood...but that's it. That's all he has. not to mention he's mainly tinkering away so he doesn't watch movies that much. Shame really. Such is the cost of loving machines more than a social life. "Nice." he laughs a bit as she does the same trick as he did, rubbing his eyes a bit.

A muffled laugh came out of him when Alt attempted to drink his tea, only to be foiled by the presence of his mask. That's how it be at times. And the sad part is, he has seen Brandon do that same mistake as he did with his helmet. When it opened, he seems to be under the impression that this was something that mustn't leave the corners of this room, or else. Or else what? They...they die or something? Nice hair though, he seems like he took time to take care of it. Not like his which is...which even he admits is a mess.

"Dharmapala, right? Hmm..." He folds his arms. Among his 4 years of research, there might have been some talk and rumors about a Dharmapala...but at the same time, nothing concrete popped in in his mind. "That makes sense. Guess it was a bit naive to think that you wouldn't have known why were here." he seems somewhat surprised at her offer for a training period. "..Wh-wha? Well...I uh...well you see, I'm not really...built for...although it would be nice to learn some sort of self defense and...and I uh...ehehe..." he looks left and right. What should he do? Should he? or should he just watch them?

"...Aaah...well...hmm. I guess it wouldn't hurt to test out how much I can blind pe-people with brightness...." He nervously stammers. Oh boy, this will not end well for him. Not one bit at all. Should have stayed in his corner.

When asked for a name, Lucas forgot for a second that he had yet to introduce himself to the monk-like vigilante before them. The other two surely knew him, if not by his mask then surely by his voice or his online handle. Dharmapala hadn't met him before, or ever talked to him before. Introductions were in order. He debated for a half-second about posing in his signature style, but among people like him, there was no need to put on the whole song and dance. Simply pulling his arm in front of himself in a sort of half pose, he spoke. "Call me Alt. Usually, I have a full suit to go with the mask and theme, but that's in my room at the moment."

So by honing themselves, she did indeed mean a spar. His curiosity only grew, especially as she displayed her own quirk that she called Reach. Arms from things she touched? He had to wonder just how precisely that worked, losing himself in the thought. Having full mental control over these arms was no doubt a mental ability like his own, right? How else did anyone with a specific manipulation quirk operate? Then again, how did any quirk truly work? The science was simply lost on him but he couldn’t deny how intrigued he was.

As they would head out to the door and into the parking lot, Lucas would hold up his hand for a second. It was one thing to be unprepared in a real-world combat situation and practice, but it was another to dirty his suit for no reason. His actual formal suit, that is. Still… He didn’t want to keep them waiting by heading to his room, getting dressed, and then heading back. How awkward would that be, having them just standing around waiting for him? He didn’t dare allow such a thing to happen, just lowering his hand slowly and clearing his throat as he brushed off his suit a little bit and trying to pretend like he wasn’t just about to suggest anything. The teacup would sit still half-full in the room for when he returned.

Stepping into the lot, he glanced around. It seemed rather… empty. Almost immediately, Lucas began scanning the environment for anything of use. He didn’t know his fellow vigilantes' strengths or weaknesses, so using that in a spar would be impossible. Nor was he noticing anything that would seem to viably work as a weapon in this environment unless he forcefully made one somehow. Looks like he would be relying on close-quarters hand to hand then, although that seemed like it might be difficult with the long reach of Dharmapala’s quirk.

When the question came for ground rules for their spar, Lucas would simply glance around at his other vigilantes before back at the monk. “I don’t think any qualms, as long as we don’t cause any lasting injury to one another. However, what exactly are the terms for victory? Perhaps we should- Hmm.” He paused in thought. Anything he could think of, such as pinning the opponent, or knocking them off their feet, would simply benefit him with his ability to stick to the ground with the force of his quirk. After another few seconds, he spoke. “... Perhaps we just shouldn’t worry about specifics, yes? We will just know, I imagine.”

With that in mind, Lucas slowly spread his legs and prepared himself for a confrontation. The eyes of his mask would suddenly glow a bright blue as he activated his quirk, ready to go.

Oh. oooooooh. Oooooooooh noooooooo this wa-this was gonna be a struggle.

Kent can only let out a nervous looking smile due to these events. First off, what an interesting quirk! To be able to manipulate the area around you and make yourself an extra limb is quite the ingenious move to have in one's arsenal. Wouldn't he beg for another quirk that can aid him in constructing any engine or contraption, being able to move around without actually moving around and bringing stuff to him. Plus he can hold stuff down while screwing them in, or other sorts of small pesky little details two hands can't do on their own. Imagine.

But in a fight, that would be where they truly shine. Being able to restrain people from afar, grabbing their limbs, punching several people at once, uh...giant hand. That's never a good thing to fight against, especially if they're skilled enough. With her years of experience, he honestly doubts that any of them can do much unless she goes easy. He has a sneaking suspicion that she won't, all for the proper training regiment that she promised them (well those two, but he agreed so really, he's kinda of a dumbass as well. Brandon must be infecting him somehow).

That fire is impressive as well. No wonder they move locations, otherwise the whole place would have burned out. He slightly nervously chuckles as he steps back a bit, adjusts his googles as he places them over his eyes. Blinking a bit, the crimson euyes slowly turn into bright shining blue, as he prepares to get involved. Mainly as a distraction, honestly. Looking at her...maybe....yeah. He emits a bright hologram in front of Dhra, with the hologram consisting of a really bright copy of Elena dashing in. Might be an quick distraction, honestly.