Oni in Blue (Maxi)

The umbrella term of Vigilante is often a very wide, loose title that is given to everyone who isn't really evil, but also not a sanctioned hero. There were amazing vigilantes who were absolute upholders of all that is good and just, there were some people that fit more the anti-hero side who did things freely and any good they did was not because of a sense of duty, maybe not even a self serving one, but one that just served their morals instead. Maybe that was a sense of duty?

Well, Maximillian Tychus Kane, or as he had started calling himself Yuki, because it sounded cute really, lived his vigilante life as a much more self serving one, looking to use it to keep advancing his own grasp into the criminal underworld to have an actual influence within it, serve as a stopgap for their outreaching cruelty. Sort of a bottle cap that refused to let the bubbling soda explode out. To do that, however, he'd need his strength and influence to be as strong as steel.

However small his reach may be, with just about enough money given to a deranged hobo who hears everything everyday, one can find out info about all sorts of nice things. Like how some asshole named Pluto was looking to sell experimental military weaponry and that, so the poor man had heard, that it was all connected to that Semper Fi thing that was the national talk for a very long time. It struck a chord with the young man, face covered in a light blue Oni mask made out of ice to cover his identity - something that was easy to sustain -, a chord that came from the simple thing called friendship.

Maxi had done some horrible, fucked up stuff. Once, sure, but it still left him with a guilt on his shoulders that he still dragged around every day. He was kicked out, started a whole new life, was making some serious money and, even then, he felt like there was some lack of closure with the whole Semper Fi thing.

He did nothing.

The entire time he spent underground doing diddly, simply because nothing progressed. The fear of blowing holes in the walls to progress faster, since he had no idea if the whole thing would topple over them. When he finally got to the end, everything was over, bodies were on the ground and he never got a chance to help.

"The heavens have given me the perfect chance." The young man muttered to himself, fists clenching angrily over finally having the chance to actually do some right. If it meant destroying everything he saw to make sure that no bad soul ever profited off of Semper Fi, then he'd do his best.
"Take this." Maxi spoke quickly while turning to leave, giving the hobo extra money for giving him that juicy info. Just in the nick of time, with him, dressed in simple, nondescript clothing, with a hoodie covering his head and the ice mask resembling an angry Oni covering his face, its edges having frozen over his hoodie's hood to attach them both together so that it wouldn't slip back by accident and reveal his very uncommon hair, something that a bad guy could use to find him when not in "service", and made his way to the harbor. 

What would one guess, though? As he was turning the corner while making sure that the least amount of people during that night could see his masked face, in the alleyway, the tallest figure he remembered was right there in front of him, apparently trying to hide herself while watching the harbor, just like he was planning to. Though he wanted to go there to wreck everything in front of him. Did she not know what was happening there? If she did, she'd probably be going out there to destroy it all herself! Better talk to her, see if he can get her to not arrest him once he lets loose in there.

"Redhorn." The young man spoke, his voice having matured a slight bit since they last met, though it was a bit chillier, slightly deeper thanks to the mask covering his face. At that point, his natural heat absorption finally made itself known through the greater chill spreading violently through the entire alleyway, his presence making itself felt much greater than a normal person's. 
Though he didn't like it that much, it just made stealth impossible.
"That's the Shinagawa Port. 
They will sell there experimental military weaponry from Semper Fi. Are you here to bring it all down to ashes as well?" Maxi, or, well, "Yuki" asked while staring directly at her, hoping that it'd go well enough that he wouldn't have to reveal his identity to save his own ass from a rampaging giant woman who could very much easily mistake him for a villain. She didn't strike him as the most tactful person the last time they met, though she clearly isn't brainless or too reckless.

Is she?
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Honestly, Redhorn actually looked cute in a parka, at least to him. Maxi was still wearing just a simple hoodie, something too simple for someone who spread some serious chill anywhere he went, since he himself wasn't really affected by it -- after all, the spreading chill was just because he was continuously absorbing heat so, while the place around him in quite the incredible radius continued to freeze over, Maxi was still warm at his core, though his skin was cold as always. Cold like death's grip, but he wouldn't continue drawing that comparison. Too edgy, even for him.

The choice of an oni's mask was already "daring" enough in terms of outfit, having chosen its use by virtue of his own quirk because it associated him with the legend of the "Yuki-Onna", without actually having to look girly, something that, though he was probably able to do, still didn't want to. If someone he knew saw him cross-dressing, he'd either be mocked relentlessly or endlessly flirted on, of which was worse he had no idea. 
What he had an idea was how he got the info, something that seemed to piss her off. Was it supposed to be a secret, even though he learned his own info from the least assuming person ever? Well, it was worth answering her, a grin showing on his face, though none could see it under the mask. The way he made it, a shadow was always cast over his eyes and mouth, even though they were open. Well, that is, unless he looks directly up at a light source, or someone shines a light directly into his face.
"Was supposed to be a secret? I bribed a hobo and he told me, from what I see, very good info."

It wasn't a joke, no matter how much the words that just came out of his mouth made light of the ridiculous situation. Maxi was here because he bribed a hobo with enough money for him to spill the beans on everything he knew, things he'd hear by passer-bys, using his interesting, precarious situation for his own profit. Word on criminal streets was always so valuable to know. It was like the crime world never actually rested and always had something new for Maxi to latch on and go investigate. Never a dull moment, really.
"We met before?"
Maxi repeated her question while considering what to say. By now, she probably noticed his rather unique quirk as far as things went, his ice prowess being rather peerless as far as things went - by virtue of not seeing another ice user in god damn ages, so there was really no mistaking him. Before she caught him in some lie, he might as well come clean.

"The child you helped a long while ago, weeping because he was depressed over being repeatedly harassed by the people he stuck up for. 
Yeah, that's me. I'm here to do hero work in my own way, because the heroes are under-staffed, under-manned and not supported well enough. 
Any objections, Kearney?" Maxi asked while raising his right hand a slight bit, palm open, covered in a black, furry glove. Though nothing was coming out, he was in a position where ice could rapidly form and defend himself should the need come. He was much stronger now than last time they met, but.. he was so 100% unable to defeat her. He felt it in his soul, with how deeply she had defeated him as is simply be existing in front of him.

But a big lug of a woman like her probably didn't know all the slithery shit Maxi could pull, so.. he figured he'd still be able to escape, in case she did not believe his good intentions in relation to his presence here.

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