Libra-ating the files (Libra)

"...Argh, forgot something in the office."

Would you be surprised to hear that against all odds, Libra has a social life? Well...no, she doesn't, first of all. You wouldn't willingly consider to be around a grey pale looking woman spewing and dripping acid on stuff, with a horrible screechy voice that sounds like its constantly being torn asunder. No, you only consider to be near here if you want someone dead, simple as that. Now Pyra Tachibana on the other hand, has one. It's not great but it's something. It's better than nothing, one would assume. Hanging with coworkers eating and drinking on their off time after a hard day of work is always a good indicator of having some semblance of a social life. Plus its two things she likes: eating and drinking. Granted, many people like that, but hey.

She was drinking when this stray thought popped into her head: she has forgotten something back at her office. Now, that in itself, while bad, is easily salvageable by itself. Just leave the place and head straight back to the office like that. Problem: she's by all accounts blind. Now, there has been several times that she used her quirk partially to allow her to see and not be a gray decaying woman, with her glasses hiding the bright red eyes. But with that comes some flaws: acid build up and enhanced senses means enhanced senses meaning that she will struggle like hell to get to the office with loud ambiance and searing eye pain and slight acid build up. She likes struggling but she's on the clock, and she can't explode into Libra-mode right now. So she looks at a coworker whos about to leave and, sighing, asks them if they can drop them off at a place. A place that just so happened to be near the office.

A simple drive and she stands in front of the office. Of course she didn;t tell the cow worker the real reason why she's here. All they knew was that she had to pick up some order from a shop nearby the office. The coworker looked worried and asked if she needed help, and Tachibana responded with a simple wave of the hand as she guided herself to the door, telling her fellow worker that she can handle the rest. At this point the office is used to Tachibana being like this, so with a resigned sigh they drive away, leaving her alone. Finally. She adjusts her glasses as she finagles through her coat pocket for the firm door keys. A sort of gift by the firm head and by gift she means 'stole them when he wasn't looking." She listened closely for the car to fully leave, and once that occurred she walked towards the office. Pattern memorization is handy for a condition such as hers, as it mean she didn't struggle as much walking towards the firm. But it also made her privy to some weird guy breaking into it. Oh well, you win some you lose some.

She approaches a door, and slowly checks to see if its the right place. Yup, same features and same plaque on the side. She unlocks it and doesn't bother to turn on the lights consider...ya know. As of late she's been using her quirk a lot, and despite her usual love for pain even she's starting to get tired of the drawbacks of using it. Today is a blind day, just one of those days to recharge one's batteries and such. And also a day off from horribly destroying her body and such. She has the path to her office memorized. Its a simple walk down the hallway, and a simple turn and theeeeeen...there we go. Plaque touch check...yup.

Opening the door would, to a normal person, be alarming as there was a man wearing a giant robot head. But Tachibana...wait a second. There's something off...like weird ambience and...oh goddamn it, did she leave the computer on?! Her pale eyes narrow as a disgusted look on her face is clearly visible. "Gaaah..." She exhales as she brushes through her hair. "Stupid ass..really need to check everything around here, do I? I'll turn it off when I leave Alright then...files....files...where's the files..." She mumbles as she goes towards a drawer, unaware of the man attempting to hack his way in. He's really lucky he chose the office belonging to a blind woman. Right?

Could have sworn she heard something before entering the room. Something like a slight click. Hmm. Perhaps the mind is playing tricks on her, a blind woman barring usage of quirk, immune to vision and must depend on sound to function in day to day life. Yeah, totally. That is kinda what her mind would do, making her think people were here. It's like temptation: "Heya tachibana, you could solve this problem right now if you use your quirk to overclock your senses and be able to see, of course that also means straining your body again after repeated usage last week, even at a lower output to just see, but you like pain so go for it." Well, Mind...you're not wrong, but you know what? Now she's not gonna use her quirk out of spite. She quietly chuckles to herself over this mental debate, as she rests her hand over the places where she assumes the files will be. Axel will probably hear this as the lawyer laughing over an inside joke she just recalled.

"...hmm?" A small shift of the chair. She turns her head to the direction where her desk is. That's odd. Sure wish she can see shit. Nah, still not using her quirk out of spite. Its really interesting how small noises can pop out to you. Blind or not, one small thing can shift your entire attention and...oh shit, that's right! She left the files ON the desk! OOoooooooh, that's why she couldn't find it on top of the cabinet. She shakes her head, amused at her own brief period of incompetence. Boy she's having a rough night. A night to laugh about tomorrow, but a rough night nevertheless.

Oh well, she'll just walk over to the desk, and make sure to grab her files on top of the desk and turn off the computer. She walks up to the front of the desk, still unaware that behind the desk (well, under it) and reaches out for the files. It should be near that opened book and...and um..

...Okay. Her eyes narrowed. She's not this stupid: she recalls leaving the book open as she left the office. She does that so she doesn't lose track. Not to mention she didn't have time to place a pencil or a bookmark to keep her place. All that research into regulations, and she'll have to look through to get back to the spot she left on. Now something is off. The only thing that would make this even more suspicious is if her PC starts doing weird stuff. Luckily, the text to voice option isn't freaking out, yet.

Still. She sighs as she looks around. "Hello? Anyone here?" She says, half jokingly, half annoyed. If someone did come in, then that's a problem cause she doesn't want to ruin her office with acid. It's a nice office, damn it.

Man this is a weird scenario. Normally someone being inside a room with a figure hidden away from your sight would be nerve racking. Imagine, not being able to see your assailant within a crowded dark room, where the only means of escape may or may not be blocked off by the unknown force. You would be on your toes right about now. The unknown figure slowly approaching you, slowly breathing from anticipation, with each creak on the floor being louder and louder and more frequent, until they drag their fingernails across your face, as your skin begins to slowly burn...huh, right, forgot that she’s not doing her hobby right now. She has to stop thinking like that, even if her face didn’t show signs of her enjoying that thought.

Right where was she...right, someone was in her office as we speak. Maybe. Someone closed a book she left open, and now the small inconsistent noises were slowly adding up to be the cause of a person creeping up in this room. She’s glaring around the room out of habit. “Have to warn you, I got enhanced hearing...pff, enhanced hearing, how is that going to scare someone off…” she mutters to herself after speaking out loud to the room. She’s technically not lying, it’s just that she has to use her quirk to get the enhanced hearing working. But she’s still trying to listen hard just in case something out of the blue happens and she can narrow down on where this dumbass is and-

“[i[running ‘Hack underscore life’ dot e x e[/i]”

..she couldn’t help but let out a stifled laugh. hack_life? That’s a thing? Wha-whatever. “You know the penalty for breaking and entering right?” A small grin can be seen on her face, the slightest hint of Libra leaking out. She rushes towards the side of the desk where the screen and keyboard is. “If you’re not sitting on the chair...theeeen…”she thinks about this. Either this guy is under the desk, camped up at the corner of the room, or behind her. Hmm. “Hey!” She’s gonna go through all those options out loud, see what kind of reaction he gets. “If you’re under the desk, don’t you need my keyboard to like hack or something, or are you using like a...device connected to the pc?” She says. “Are you like...trying to steal some court info and evidence? Because if so, this isn't the way to do it.”

Either he has had an unfortunate incident where his entire throat was ripped off in an untimely meeting with a knife, causing it to be replaced by a voice box that conveniently sounds like the text to voice feature on her pc...or the lil guy is talking through her pc. That's a bit adorable if you think about it. He's trying to hide any real implicit evidence of him being here. Of course, he's using the pc so that's kinda some evidence being used, but dunno, she's not much of a tech guru. Kinda hard being one on account of...ya know. Blindness. You don't need to see however to realize dumbass did the whole 'i may or may not be here' thing. Nice to know that he's here in the room.

"Hmm...Maybe." She places her hand on the desk, slowly walking towards her chair. Maybe he really is under the table. Explains why he said that when she was near it. "Honestly, that would have been funny." She tries not to let out a small chuckle. "Just you quietly typing away, me walking around the office, slowly losing my mind...eh, that'll be nice. But you're talking to me, so we'll never know how that would go, sadly. You know, there has been faaaar worse jokes done to me because of my condition. I'm kinda disappointed you didn't go full in. Oh well..." She shakes her head a bit.

The inner Llibra is starting to get antsy. Who was this guy, and why exactly was he here. Only thing she uses the pc for is for...aaaaaaah. Alright then. "You know, barring the whole massive fines one has to pay for that...is that fun? Gaining evidence from other people to use as leverage...is that what you're doing here? You know some of our clients and you wanna...help them?" She holds her mouth shut, trying not to let out a Libra-esque laugh. She managed to do that, and continued on. "Oh boy...that'll just make your case even worse…"What is it by now: invasion of private property, manipulation of own items, potential traumatizing a handicapped woman (its a long stretch but some cases like to go that angle. She scoffs at that notion herself), and now cooperation and manipulation of court evidence and client info. "At best maybe a few months..." She mutters to herself.

She quietly starts moving her legs towards the man underneath the desk, kicking the empty space as he attempts to find a way to escape this desk. She has no clear idea on where he was, although she made herself clear she thinks he's under her desk. "Full in...maybe. I've heard some stuff. Like for example...hmmm..." She ponders a bit. "You could talk about how horrible I look for a blind woman or lead me around in a dark closet and lock me in. Simple stuff as that, as for going full in...boy there's a lot. We would be here all night long if we went down the list...don't think that would be good for the both of us to be stuck here in an office the entire night." She calmly states as she fiddles with a pencil.

The computer screen continued to talk. The monotone tone with the odd influx on specific words is quite humorous. Gotta find some small victories, one would suppose. Wonder what he's trying to do under the desk. "Hey...You're trying to get out of there, right? Can you at least not destroy my desk? Not cause this costs a lot, it's because you'll be filed under property destruction. Trust me, you don't want to be tried for that, you will be drained of your money." She comments, noticing the small shuffling underneath the desk. More and more temptation to turn on her quirk at a low level. Not enough to turn herself into a walking acidic being, but enough to turn on that handy think called 'sight.' Better hearing is nice as well, she might be able to pick up the very low sound of Axel's monitor. Maybe if she turned it on, she would notice the screws. Stupid stubbornness.

She raises an eyebrow, however, on the thing he mentioned. Recent gang happenings...let's see...think she knows what he's talking about. "...Right, that one...You're probably already reading it as we speak...Odd you're picking that group to place your hens in." She narrows her eyes. "....Hmm...think something happened to the ringleader though. Are you trying to save him? I feel like that would be a lost cause, hacking or no hacking." She plainly states. "But if you want to be arrested for this, sure keep going at it. I won't stop you. At least, not right now, you'll be found within a couple of minutes by the police after I call them. Or not. You might be a fast one. Besides, I'm blind...can't really give an accurate description of what you look like....hehe..." She can't help but let out a small laugh.

Hmm here's a dilemma. Was this someone who she killed? Or was it some other group? Man this is gonna nag her for a while. Let's just run it back in her head...last week she saw some guy...he appeared to be heading back somewhere....uuuuh....yeah she has no idea if this was the same man or not.

She scoffs a bit at his comment. "This is a world we live in where one case we had to deal with assault and battery involving a man with 4 arms, that I can't see. I had to be told that. If you want to live in this world then you'll have to be more perceptive than usual..." Tachibana frowns a bit. Barring her quirk, to be living in a world where she can't even see the new status quo, and had to be either told or feel it for herself? It's annoying. To even use her quirk would leave her in pain, a massive downside for most people to even consider using it. To feel your skin rotting away and regrowing while acid drips down your hand, your ears listening to every single little drip at high decibels, feeling the burning on your flesh...all of that to be able to see what's in front of you...you don't think of that as something good, normally.

That frown went back to a neutral state. Who is she to think about whether or not it hurts to use her quirk. She likes that. She likes that sensation. Strange how the mind works among different people.

The words stopped for a while. Was it something she said? Interesting. Maybe a less inebriated Tachibana would have caught on and started to act more afraid of what's in her room, but right now? Dunno. "A normal person wouldn't walk back here after drinking, yeah yeah..." She laments her own stubbornness as he stopped, only to type up again. "You don't know my name? Hmm...that's weird. If you entered through the front then you would have seen the label on the wall, the plaque. So like...you just picked a random office through the window? Wow. You got the worst of luck, pff." She lets out a small chuckle, giving off the air of someone drunk just realizing just how boned they are in this situation. Kinda reminds her of that guy she killed last week. Alright seriously, back to that, did she kill the gang leader this guy wants to be friends with, serious-

"Huh?" She heard him ask again. Snapped out of her train of thought, she lightly taps her pencil on her cheek. "Hmm. If I tell you then that means you get to talk about me when you get arrested and spin something about me bad. It happens a lot with people getting caught, did you know that? Happened to some lawyer in another firm last week." She shakes her head again. How much did she drink again? Eh. As long as she doesn't do anything Libra-y, it's all fine.

"...Although...for someone who broke into my office, you're not that scary. " She continues to kick, but decides to scoot in the chair a bit more. Compared to this one moment when she was younger, and a robber tried to get out of a convenience store and grabbed her...terrified beyond belief, unable to see who tried to use her as leverage. Her face was solemn, but not for the normal reasons. She was sad that she could have killed that guy herself back then. Just slap his cheeks and burn them off. Blam. Instead she has a knife near her throat. Kinda lame. "Maybe that's why i didn't call immediately. Dunno. Should I?"

She was fiddling with her cell phone in her other hand in her coat pocket, playing with it. Not even entertaining the notion of calling the cops now.

"...Well, truth be told, I'll probably be forced to defend you later down the line. Wouldn't mind knowing a new client." She sighs. "It's Tachibana."

Huh right she actually could have turned off the pc by yanking the cord. Hmm. Less drunk Tachibana would have done that. Libra in all states would be cheering him on as he hacked it, only to melt the PC in front of them. Right now she is not in the mood to start burning her flesh to be able to yell out his current location, nor is she really focused to remove the plug on his show. If anything she wants to sleep. She could let this whole thing slip away in the dark without knowing of it if she just remembered the files she left here. Instead she has to talk to her monitor. The faint buzz filling the air, perking her ears with the slight faint hint of something being off, and the robotic words being muttered to her in a stilted manner...it’d be easier to sleep this off.

“...You probably left my desk or about to now...meaning you ruined it somehow...maybe removed the front part? Was told by a coworker it can be modified...might have unscrewed it so thanks I guess, asshole.” She leans back on her chair more. “Lot of my emails will be useless to you sadly. I type horribly, and the speech to text feature has its flaws...honestly I just tell one of my co workers to type it out for me. If you really want some spicy news, just go next door." She then turns her head to the side. "As for this 'game…' Well it seems kinda a waste to focus on small time groups. Those never get on the news or get big fancy trials. You wasted a lot of time just for that...hmm…" She ponders as he reveals himself, giving out his name. Interesting. What isn't interesting is his handle. Seriously. Come on. Go a bit more fancier. Like go full on netbased or make something funny or dark or serious. Hacker_man is the most straightforward thing to be ever spoken by someone in a trial. Seriously, people saying Hacker_man...She lets out an audible groan. "Really? Seriously...that's it…?"

She leans forward, looking in front of her as she places her elbows on the desk. "Anyway...you know something?" Perhaps she heard something that made her realize there was someone near the window. Maybe she unintendedly activated her quirk partially, making her hear more 'sounds' being made by the slowly absconding Axel, with her eyes faintly glowing in the red beneath her shaded glasses. Or maybe her back's starting to hurt so she stopped leaning. There's a strong change its the back thing. "You managed to do that fast. Not much of a tech person...but normally you take your time with code, right?" She leaned her head on her hand, adjusting her glasses. "Someone this fast would be a godsend at removing evidence like security footage...hmm." She frowns a bit. "You would be making our job way more harder if you ever did that, hope you know that."