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Post by Sonya Chernova on Feb 24, 2020 18:38:24 GMT -4
The ApproachArrival at the Konsai-Ashikaga estate can happen in a variety of ways, but every single one of them is quite the experience. The Fraternity has spared no expense when it comes to drawing in the wealthy, the powerful, and the up and coming. Villains from all walks of life find themselves arriving by motorcade, helicopter, or simple escort vehicle. The single winding road coming up the mountainside is framed by rows and rows of blooming sakura. The petals dance in the air as they go past, adding to the rustic elegance to the place. The helicopters pass over white peaks and rolling hills of trees, adding to the sense of isolation and privacy that the estate provides. It is a beautiful and elegant place with an underlying layer of modernity that can be seen as one looks closely enough. Cameras are positioned all over the structure and security guards carry the latest in weaponry making them appear more like soldiers than anything else. All of them wear the Black Lotus emblem of the Fraternity of Villains and go out of their way to accomodate the needs of any Villain that asks. The ArrivalThe multi-level Konsai-Ashikaga estate was built during the Muromochi Period by the Ashikaga Shogunate. The Fraternity came to possess the estate in the early two-thousands. It has since been used as a meeting place for the shadowy organization for almost forty years. Though in recent times Quirkers have risen to prominence in the Fraternity and it has taken on a new direction; becoming a fraternity of true Villains. The structure itself is an elegant green-roofed building framed by white walls that strike beautifully against the blue sky. Around it, a sprawling complex of buildings allows for a large number of attendants and visitors to reside within the area. Countless servants work tirelessly on the various levels, maintaining stone bridges, sand gardens, flowers, springs, and works of art spread throughout. A small shrine to a local deity that presides over "careful planning" has a place of prominence in the space right in front of the main doors into the Fortress proper. The Main HallThe majority of the events at the festival take place here; a massive open area taking up ground level and second story of the main Fortress building of the Estate. Despite its rustic exterior; the interior is the picture of wealth, privilege, and ultramodernity. Glass barrier and rails, transparent stairs, massive LCD screens along the walls and countless places to sit and relax while watching the events unfold at any angle. Already dozens of small-time villains, criminals, and even politicians who are on the payroll of some villain or another have arrived and are enjoying the pleasures provided to them in this place. Many villains crowd around one another, debating one young hero-in-training or another. A few simply watch the sport of it all, hooting and shouting at one screen they happen to be favoring over another. Still more make bets and engage in business deals that otherwise would have waited for opportunities outside the privacy of this place. The Festival GroundsOddly enough, the Fraternity seems to be trying to send a message to those who have been doing business with the black-eyed organization known as the Plutocracy. The grounds outside the main building are home to numerous stands belonging to businesses and groups that are either native to japan or have a friendship with the Fraternity. Corporations that do business with villains and organizations that involve themselves with the underworld on more open-minded terms all have made their presence known. Stalls sell weapons, support gear, and even demonstrate new prototypes that are to be sold in the not-too-distant future. While not as large as the events that took place some time back, it is a clear almost sarcastic nod to the failed events of the Shinagawa convention. Though more prominent are the popular food stalls hosted by various wealthy families and influential criminal groups with a culinary muscle to flex against one another. The Private ResidencesOn the upper floors of the Estate a series of ultra-secure suites have been set aside for those named villains that have come to the event. Blessed with their own private resting area, kitchenette, and lounge; the spaces are provided to those intending to stay for the entire festival to view the events at their leisure. Results of matches that take place during downtime are automatically updated on a small screen with access to recordings.
This was the power that the Fraternity of Japanese Villains was ready to flout in order to gather new members and simply empower villains across Japan. Though it would not have been possible without one particularly active supporter. Ishtar had taken her place at one of the couches on the second floor, looking out at the screens that displayed the tournament matches as they were carried out. Her long slender legs crossed and glittering like diamonds on porcelain. She wore a simple white tube dress, lined with diamond and elegant but modern stitching around the neck and bust. She'd taken off her usual massive fashion sunglasses to enjoy watching the events with her own eyes, her face exposed for all to see here. No one was foolish enough to abuse the information gained at this place. Her hair was down, long and without the usual black ribbon, falling in silver rivulets over her shoulders and chest. Her fingers adorned with rings affixed with pink gemstones to match her glowing eyes. Eyes that remained unmoving with each match. Taking in every detail. She was surrounded by a few members of the fraternity that leaned on the couch or sat a few spots away from her. Her own excitement leaking out at times in the form of that fatal-white-light that her body produced. None of them wanted to take on that kind of risk even if they were friendly with her. Ishtar's eyes would finally be drawn away, though, when someone worth paying attention to at last arrived at her perch and she realized that the events had begun. She shook hands and took up a glass of champagne, walking to a ledge and looking down at the growing crowd below. She had no speech prepared, and she did not bother with such pointless formalities. Instead, she simply raised the glass and said; "To us."
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Post by Shuichi Shiuchi on Feb 26, 2020 5:44:27 GMT -4
The Ostentatious display nearly brought Shuichi to vomit. Whether he wanted to believe it or not this wasn't the first time he had been in the company of such staggering wealth. He could never get used to it, but he had learned how to grin and bear it over the years. He would wear his best suit, and play their game until he got what he wanted, but when he was on his own he couldn't be bothered. He didn't even touch the bottle of champagne that had been left in the backseat of the car taking him there. Not that he liked alcohol anyway. The burn of alcohol always flooded his mind with distracting sensations, not to mention the horrid indigestion that it gave him.
His head rested on his seat belt as if it were a pillow. The driver didn't dare to mutter a single word. Rows and rows of trees passed hypnotically by, the sight off which brought the faint scent of green to his nose. Were it not for fact he knew how much old money had been infused with this estate he would have fallen for the idyllic facade. Shuichi thought for a moment to take a quick nap, but he could see the towering mansion in the distance. No doubt old and rebuilt many times over the ages. It stood out like a sore thumb over the treeline. It would burn down one day, he was sure, and he would be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to be the one to burn it down, but there were more important matters today. Foolish as it sounded, he was here to watch the games.
He had partially expected to be driven up to the entrance of estate's central mansion, much like those western-styled plots that new money liked to enjoy. His brows furrowed as he followed one of the guards. He admired the attempt, yes, but watching all those servants working endlessly to maintain an untenable appearance made his eyes twitch. It was too much for rustic appeal, he felt. He doubted that the servants were fairly compensated for their work.
The man took a moment to adjust his glasses, his feet clacking against a stone bridge, reaching over a sand garden. Shuichi rolled his eyes. The act of zen so defiled for meager concepts of material beauty, for no doubt it was beautiful, but it was not made for gross displays such as it was. Shuichi could only claps his hands behind his back and hasten his steps to catch up to his guide.
He didn't pay much more attention to his surrounds from then on, for he could see the gates of the old fortress proper. The size of the keep proper was staggering even from here. It would have surely been the envy of any feudal lord hundreds of years ago. It smelled like money, quite literally to him, and that made his stomach churn. How many had suffered for this monolith of wealth and crime? It was a shame that folk like these lived so selfishly.
After being able to prove once more that he had actually had access to the rather public invitation from the fraternity, he was finally let in. He was somewhat surprised that he was no longer required to stick with one of the guards, but his senses were sharp. There were more all around him. Weapons and get-up that must have cost a fortune to equip them all with. A few glances to each side gave him all the sensory information he needed to know that he was going to well under the eye of the fraternity no matter where he was.
He hesitantly walked himself to the fort's keep, eyeing the shrine placed right in front of main doors. He was never a religious man, but part of him thought to curse whatever patron deity this organization had adopted for its own. He gave a thanking nod to the guard holding the door open for he and the other guests that were shuffling through.
It took his eyes a few moments to adjust to the darker lighting inside. Breathtaking for the layman, he was sure, but even with his meager wealth, he had seen similar displays so many times the affect had worn off to him. None of this was for the Fraternity's own amusement, he was sure. An organization as apparently old and expansive as this one had many under its thumb, wolves that they had once fed who now hungered for more and more, and had hence become both slave and master.
Shuichi's eyes passed over a painting of some unknown woman who he was certain had some significance to this place at some point. Maybe he was just wrong, caught up in wishful thinking. If those in the grasp of the fraternity truly held any modicum of power, he doubted that they would bite the hand of such a generous master unless everything was collapsing. Truly unfortunate.
As he made his way to the larger foyer, he noticed a single face that he recognized, a Tokyo city council member that he once had the displeasure of working with on a skyscraper project. His horrid demeanor at least made a little more sense now. The others, however, were certainly lost on him, but such ignorance wouldn't dare make him brazen. Every face, every scent sound that he heard, he would need to keep tab on. This lot was just as bad, if not worse, than the heroes that he so loathed, and they would need to be dealt with in the same manner.
"Thank you, sir." Shuichi gingerly swept a thin glass of champagne from a passing servant and sat down on a nearby couch, gluing his eyes to one of the televisions. He didn't bother taking a sip yet, and as the growing silence would confirm, someone always spoke at events like these. His eyes were drawn behind him. The woman's appearance pierced his nose with the stench of the bourgeois. An unnatural glow hung about her, one that made Shuichi question if it was an effect of expert lightning or the effect of her quirk.
"To us," he would mutter quietly. The following sip of his drink send his head reeling through a splitting headache. It was fine, though. He would need several more of them if he was going to make it through the event.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Feb 26, 2020 23:12:06 GMT -4
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"Iseuuuuuuuul, come on! You came all the way out here, don't just stay in the suite all day! Iseuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul!" Byeol-Su whined, pulling at the arm of her caretaker and "friend". He was sitting in the lounge, papers spread across the coffee table in front of him, doing...something, she didn't know or really care. Of all the times he decided to bring work with him it was to a party! Well, not really a party. It was kind of a party? The mysterious "Fraternity of Villains"--one of so many interesting groups that they wanted to make friends with--had opened the doors of this lovely residence for criminals and villains alike, all for the fun of viewing the Sport Tournament thing that the hero school was doing. It sounded like so much fun, and like a great way to make better friends with a powerful group...
But he was dragging his feet. He hadn't hesitated on agreeing to come, but once they got here, he'd insisted on going to the private residence made available to them and hunkering down with paperwork and other nonsense.
This was supposed to be a festival! Not another work day!
"Iiiiiiiiii-seeeeeeeeeee-uuuuuuuuul!!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't spend the day out and about. I have work to take care of. Besides, I can see the tourney just fine from here," he gestured to the screen on the wall, and she frowned because no he could not the cheeky jerk! He continued to run his fingers over the pages in front of him. "You run along and make friends. And check in with me every now and then?"
Byeol-Su pouted so large her cheeks looked like they were going to pop, but turned and huffed toward the door all the same, snatching up her little frog purse as she went. "FINE! I'm going to have SO much fun and you're going to be SO jealous of me! Stupid Iseul! I hope the screen has no text-to-speech!" And with that--and a snort of laughter from behind her--she slammed the door and stormed back toward the main hall, and the festival.
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And thus, this is how a small, thirteen year old child was left unattended (for the most part) amid a crowd of villains, weaving in and out of the stalls of the black market and people alike as she looked for any familiar faces. She was going to have fun, darn it, but...it was no fun without somebody to play with. He was so dumb sometimes. All work and no play made him dumb.
What did she have to do to find some fun around here?
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Post by Niso Konto on Feb 27, 2020 7:37:17 GMT -4
Niso didn't really care to be here. Not too strongly at least. See he was mostly here just in the vague hope that by putting his face as a bigger presence amongst the other villains he might actually start getting some more opportunites with them. Afterall, he loved his fun and his chaos but both were hard to achieve when every other criminal seemed to just dismiss you as the local loon... so. He was making an effort. A minor one, but... an effort.
Besides, it wasn't like Thunder was hosting this event. He could stand it somewhat so long as that wretched, vile example of the criminal underworld wasn't going to be involved to any degree.
As far as he could tell there was some main room everyone was supposed to be meeting in right about now, and sure he COULD make himself known there but he didn't really fancy boring himself through some over pompouse speech about how they're 'all brought here together' or some crap like that. They were watching the super hero equivalent of the super bowl, not watching some criminal launch a nuke or some crap like that. Why was this all treated like such a big deal?
Ah whatever, he was sure he could find SOME fun in this fancy place. Maybe find someone complaining about a UA student and convince them to hire him to take care of them. Maybe he could watch two people muttering and convince them to make a bet on the outcome of a fight to spice things up. Maybe he'd run into the painter again... she'd been missing a while afterall...
He rapidly shook his head, clearing the thought out of his noggin with a frustrated sigh before rolling back his shoulders and loosening himself up. His shoulders briefl dislocating, hanging like loose noodles at his sides, before another shrug seemed to lock them back into place and his eyes began to wander once again...
Hey was that-?
Dipping his head back down along a pathway he'd skipped, the iconic 'drippy' visage of one of the few villains he could consider an 'interesting presence' came into view. Niso was verrrrry careful to sneak up on her, tip toeing cautiously after her with long strides to out-pace the smaller steps she'd have to be taking. Eventually he'd get right up behind her and-
"YOINK!"
Grabbing at her waist he tried to act fast before she just turned into a puddle in his hands or whatever it was she could do, pulling her up into the air and placing him on her shoulders for a shoulder ride, gently holding her ankles once she was up there and trodding along as Niso. "Well my little parasyte what brings you here?~"
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Post by Ryung on Feb 29, 2020 11:37:18 GMT -4
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So apparently some fancy shamncy organisation was organizing some U.A. festival viewing for fellow villains to attend. Now normally Ryung would stay far away from such an event. He was never one for watching any kind of sport nor was he one to socialize much but this was a little different than normally. Firstly all the villains would be people he spoke Or rather trolled on the chat he loved to sped time on when he was bored. Whats more the host of this viewing was someone the young Korean had met before. The woman's name escaped him but their interaction stuck. She was an interesting one and apparently vastly wealthy considering the size of the god damned estate. Which brought Ryung to the other reason he came. Petty Theft. If the party was going to be a let down then he could at least take all the silverware or other expensive things within the house to pawn off later.
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The young man entered the estate thinking he looked like the hottest shit going. He wore a standard black tuxedo he had taken from Jean's closet and washed it until it eventually shrink to fit him. Underneath the tux and white shirt though he had his villain costume on, including his large black helmet that completely concealed his face, just in case he ran into any trouble, which considering what he had in mind was more of an inevitability.
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Sadly though, since Ryung was still just a kid he got distracted easily. The first of which was the booze. Immediately he went for one of the many glasses of champagne that were littered about the place. The second distraction were the few people that had already gotten to the residence before him. One of which he figured was the other Korean villain in Japan, who was now being hoisted onto someones shoulders. Well that was going to end well since she was mainly made out of glue. The person who was doing said hoisting even had a familiar feel to Ryung. Did he pay him to do something? Eh probably nothing too major. Regardless of the distractions, somehow Ryung managed to keep his composure as he scanned the room for anything of note. He brought the glass of bubble to his mouth until he realized there was a problem. The fucking mask...
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Post by Narcissa King on Mar 3, 2020 6:36:24 GMT -4
Of course she arrived. I was just with a slight delay for Narcissa had a late night call with one of the U.A. employees in England and she had had a quick tour at U.A. With her nose still up and a scowl on her face she had finally managed to drop the facade about enjoying it and praising U.A. She could not wait for it to fall. Even though she had the pin that belonged to the Fraternity, her little flowers had warned her that there were politicians and by playing this game right, she was aware that she had to make sure that she could not be blackmailed in that sense. So she had picked a mask, a smaller one than her previous ones, leaving the lower part of her face visible, her eyes and the structure of her face when it came to cheekbones and nose were just obstructed. Of course, the mask had holes for her brown eyes and she had made sure the mask again was extravagant that it would take most of the people their attention instead of figuring out if they knew her. Some obviously knew her face, it was the politicians she was wary off though.
Her dress was elegant but spring themed, a white strapless dress was the main part but from her hips a veil like skirt came from the dress till her ankles. It was see through and the cloth was decorated with little pink and green flowers from time to time. It was easy to walk in, and easy to rip off and make it disappear. Her shoes were simple heels and her hair loose and brushed. No she was fine, she wanted to look like an impressive person, someone that would not simply disappear when Sonya would stand next to her. Or anyone else for that matter because she had no idea who would be here. All she knew was that Giovanni wouldn't be here, she did not need any little flowers to tell her that, she heard from Antonio. She wondered if he would have come if she had invited him, but it was better to remain distant than become something entirely dispicable.
She did not know enough names and faces, but she knew a face, a face that did not hide and she walked over to him before he made a sudden movement and heard a name she only recognized from the chat. So that... was Parasyte? What was a child doing... you know what, there was no need for such questions. She wished she could just be okay with anything, without feeling the issue of being mad, angry, of the hate she felt radiating from her from U.A. And yet, she was here to watch. "Nice to see you again." She decided to gently say to Niso, as she was kind of happy to see him so carefree for sure, and to be fair, she was intrigued by the child there. Who knows what she could learn today.
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Mar 7, 2020 13:02:22 GMT -4
Today marked the second time Jun rode in a limo and it was even an improvement on the last. Not surprising as the last one had been stolen almost at random from some rando rich dude. A dude who obviously didn't have the disposable income of the Fraternity, the providers of today's ride. This limo, for one, had a mini fridge filled with no doubt the most extravagant of wines. Jun had no knowledge of wines and their vintage. but the driver was happy to provide his recommendations. This gap in knowledge would have to be rectified if these events were to become habitual. "Don't be shy boys. It's on the house." Jun spoke to his two companions for the day, Hiroshi and Takashi. They were two of the more competent members of the gang, which admittedly wasn't saying much. They were clearly uncomfortable; shifting in their seats, tugging at their passably fitting suits and taking tentative sips of the clear white wine from their glasses. They would get used to it eventually. It was important that they came with Jun. Not for protection. That was entirely pointless. Jun and no doubt any number of villains at the upcoming event could wipe the floor with them. No, instead they were there to receive a message. Jun did not know any specifics about today's viewing but given the presumed scale of the invitation it would no doubt be extravagant. The glamour and obscene displays of wealth would drill a very simple message into their heads. 'Stick with me and this will be the norm.' It would help cement their loyalty which they would then instill or at least attempt to do so in the others. Currently it all hung on their fear of Jun, instilled in them from his vicious rise as their de facto leader. But fear couldn't last forever and the longer it stuck the more it bred treason as much as loyalty. It was necessary in measures but genuine respect and even admiration was required as well if Jun was to have any retention among his subjects. The main gate came into view and soon enough they exited their vehicle and the full glory of it all washed over his underlings. Of course the splendor affected Jun as well. But that was best left unseen. He maintained a relaxed smile, as if it were all hardly worth his notice. Standing by his side the two men, already tall, seemed as giants. They contrasted even in color, their suits being a standard array of black suit and white shirt. Jun on the other hand wore a white suit with purple sleeve buttons, a black shirt and black gloves with purple detailing and a yellow tie. On his chest he wore the metallic Black Lotus, prominently displayed against a backdrop of white. Jun's OutfitIn the hall Jun took notice of the screens, one screen in particular, upon which was a very familiar face. The blue hair made it unmistakable. "Oh, so it's Lukas huh?" He mused aloud as the announcer gave the name that 'Genesis' had previously denied him. "Von Eisenberg too. So the bumkin comes from good stock. I may have gotten a greater catch than I realized." A servant passed by and Jun, not sparing him a second glance grabbed a glass of wine from his tray. His attention was focused on the blue haired, boy probably. Lukas was a foreign name but Jun was almost certain it was masculine. Usually it was others making that mistake with Jun and the humor of it was not lost on him. Then the fight began and Jun got to see Lukas' abilities. It seemed, troubling to say the least. He demonstrated shapeshifting abilities as he went from humanoid form to that of a blob and then further displayed his precision with it by blending in with the environment. An annoying skillset should Jun give him cause to be suspicious. In a way that took some of the fun out any future interactions as Jun would have to play it much safer to not jeopardize his every endeavor. But then it could be seen as a boon as well. After all the greater the risk the greater the thrill and having to manage an empire while maintaining measures against one such as Lukas could prove an interesting challenge. Ever the optimist, Jun decided to view it with a glass half full attitude. His attention was then brought to the second floor as Sonya raised a glass and fortunately gave a simple phrase in favor of a long winded speech. Jun raised his glass in response mouthing the same phrase. Takashi and Hiroshi awkwardly emulated their boss, muttering the words, fumbling with them as if they were barbs coming out their mouths. Again Jun had to reassure himself that they would learn, eventually and somehow. |
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Mar 12, 2020 9:46:42 GMT -4
Blows were shared between rivals. Emotions flared, eyes burned, hearts caught in conflagration of passion as souls clashed on the screen, larger than life, for all eyes to see. These were the hopefuls, these were the young people who would one day be the next generation of pro-heroes. These would be the individuals who would be standing in opposition of everything those present stood for. These young people were Sonya's prey. Her targets. Her everything. She sipped at her drink and muttered a little under her breath about one match or another as a member of the fraternity slipped in next to her. The man had short dark hair and eyes that appeared to be made of glass. His fingernails and teeth were also transparent and hard. He said something under his breath to her and she quirked an eyebrow at him; looking down at those gathered and the back at the screens.
She sighed; "Fine," She said exasperatedly, she knew it was important to shmooze but she really wanted to just watch the show. Resigning herself to the situation she stepped away from the balcony and rolled her neck, her silken hair spilling off her shoulder and down her back. She took up another glass of champagne and made her way to the steps, descending from her perch. Her eyes flicked now and then to the events taking place on the screen and periodically her breath would catch when something particularly impressive happened. She ended her descent on the first floor, among the gathered minor villains, politicians, and other scum of the earth who had decided to take part in the festivities. She greeted here and there, shaking hands and smiling with all the pleasantness she could manage. It wasn't until she spotted a particularly familiar head shape that she decided to draw closer, her glowing eyes taking on a slightly brighter tint.
He wore a rather... intense outfit, but there was no mistaking the young man whom she'd teased so ruthlessly back at the Shinagawa incident. So he was still alive! Curious. A smile teased her lips as she drew closer, actually ending in a chuckle when he drew the glass to his lips and stopped; he was still wearing his mask after all.
"It is a bit hard to drink in that, I imagine..." Ishtar said, her tone sweet but venomous, like a smiling serpent. She tilted her head as she drew closer, her radiant visage drawing eyes all around them. "...I could have my designers make you something more convenient if you like, you and I do have a history after all," She said, letting the odd phrasing hang in the air as she gave him a coy smile. "How are you, errand boy?" She asked.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Mar 14, 2020 12:00:11 GMT -4
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
Byeol-Su was huffing still as she went through the stalls and crowds, her ability to slip in and out of solid mass helping to keep her from being stepped on by unaware feet. She still didn't see anyone she knew. That was super upsetting. Where were all of her friends? She knew some of them were in jail, and some of them too buried in the underground to come out and play, and some of them were just...busy...but there had to be a few who would be at a place like this, right? She didn't have to make all new friends here, right? As much as she liked meeting new people, it was a lot harder to do so when everyone around you looked so intimidating.
And she looked so...not. Decidedly not. Maybe she should have made her "clothes" look more dastardly? But she liked this shade of pinkish-red. It made her frog purse stand out so much. And she liked how cute it made--
Hup?
Suddenly she was being grabbed and lifted up into the air with only a single word as a warning. Byeol-Su's immediate thought was, in fact, to melt and slip away from the person because oh God was she getting kidnapped?? But before she had finished that thought she found herself seated on a pair of shoulders, and her gooey hands clung to a couple fist-fulls of hair for a second while she gathered her thoughts. She had to extend her neck a bit longer than was humanly possible to really see the face of her "captor". When she did, though, he look of stunned confusion broke into a grin.
"NISO!" Byeol-Su squealed and wiggled her feet in his hands. "You scared me! I thought I was being stolen!! You so mean!" Now that she wasn't so scared she relaxed a little bit, which sort of made her body melt atop his head until she looked like a very unusual, kind of droopy hat. Still her smile stayed in place. Niso was a friend! She'd found one! Or, well, one had found her, which was really the same thing in the end. "I am here with my friend. They are in the guest room though. Had 'work' to do," she made a small air-quotes with her hands when she said that, her cheeks puffing out with a faint pout, "Which I think just mean they do not want to be in crowd."
"They are being boring. So I came out to play. What about Niso? Did you find some new fun here, or are you looking for some?"
Her question was followed by an unfamiliar voice and a woman she didn't know approached them, greeting Niso. Byeol-Su blinked at her with her wide, violet eyes. Ooh. Ooh, she was so pretty! Who was she?? Not the Painter, probably, or she would have killed Byeol-Su for being on Niso like this. Probably. But then who was she? Either way--
"Owaa...dangsin-eun aleumdawoyo..." she giggled, "You are a pretty lady!"
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Post by Niso Konto on Apr 3, 2020 6:44:16 GMT -4
Niso grinned nice and wide as the young girl called out his name, snickering under his breath a little as they clearly got stunned by the sudden lift off the ground and the light tugging at his hair as they situated themselves, Niso just idly walking down the halls as he oddly enjoyed the weight on his shoulders and the chipperness of the girl he’d helped create a bit of Christmas mischief with. “Oh yes I’m a mean one, I’m mr Grinch~” He let out in a sing songy tune, lifting his eyes to her with a bright, more genuine smile than normal. “Hey did you ever get a chance to see that movie yet? Or does your friend not let you watch stuff like that?~” He idly asked with a cheeky smirk… subtly trying to dig and see just how controlling this friend of hers was.
He couldn’t help but smirk a little too as she called him boring. She didn’t know what her connection was to this ‘friend’ but he was glad that she didn’t just see him in some purely positive light given what little he understood of them too didn’t seem all that positive. Despite being a chaotic little soul, parasyte hardly had the most free life to explore that… “Oh you know me! Always looking for a bit of fun. I was stuck in some stuffy room where people were taking bets on the tournament matches so I came out looking for some more pleasant company, and look who I found!~” He chimed out.
As someone addressing him hit his ears, Niso lowered his head, eyes narrowing for a moment before his memory clicked. He’d still been half a step into a fugue state when he first met the woman but it easily registered who she was when he realized how much of his future goals rested on information she could provide them. “Oh heeeeey!~ Seems the villain world is a small world afterall! What brings my favourite informant here? Trying to stay up to date on all the upcoming heroes perchance?~”
Niso all the while kept a firm but not 'tight' hand on the gooey legs of his friend atop his shoulders, making sure his motions were a little more careful than his usual carefree swaying with every step. He wasn't the most stable 'mount' even then but he made enough of an effort that she didn't just fall every other step.
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Post by Narcissa King on Apr 14, 2020 15:07:41 GMT -4
Niso was the only one that she knew at this point besides Sonya, so she was actually interested to see and talk to him. When she heard him drop the name ParaSyte, her eyebrow lifted a little and she was surprised. So that was ParaSyte. Even though her mask, she turned her attention to the girl who called her pretty and she smiled at her. Her mouth was obviously still visible, it was not smart to join a party where she would get food and drinks and cover her mouth. No, she had enough masks for that to remember and to consider which party to pick. She gave a bright smile to Niso too when he called her his favourite informant. Flattering, she liked it. "I definitely need to stay up to date else what kind of informant will I be." she said with a little chuckle before she turned to the girl again, "I am Daffodil, nice to meet you." if only she was so confident as Niso to tell her real name to everyone. But especially not with politicians around would she utter the word Narcissa. No, this was the best she could do.
She looked around after their formalities and was kind of interested, "You two don't seem to be clinging to a television? Not that interested?" It was actually more to see who all would show up that Narcissa would come back. At home her television was recording everything so she could study it back later, it was a very interesting prospect but it was something to talk about for sure. She would maybe meet some people that they were close with and expand her research, her knowledge and the amount of people that she would know, it would be a win-win situation no matter what. Such a good day to be Daffodil.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Apr 21, 2020 12:21:48 GMT -4
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
"See what movie...?" Byeol-Su tilted her head--which was weird, given she was less "shaped" than usual, so she just kind of slid to the left on Niso's skull--trying to remember what it was Niso was talking about for a moment. Her attention span wasn't bad, but she was young, and months felt like forever sometimes. After a second or two, though, she recalled. Right! The mask she'd worn, and the green hair! "Right! Um, it was a drawing movie, right? That was the one? Friend said the other two were bad, but I saw that one! And then read the book. I think I like the book more, I did not always understand the words in the movie. They went too fast for me."
"I liked it though. And now know why the green hair! Am I still Max?"
She wasn't sure what "bets" were, but she did know she didn't really care too much about the tournament itself. She was just here to make friends, as usual, even if he didn't want to come with her because he was a bum.
The pretty woman introduced herself, and Byeol-Su giggled, shaping once again into a more humanoid, less slime-hat-like shape. She had to wrap her arms around Niso's head like a crown to keep better balance, but at least he wasn't moving in a way that might make her fall. Even if she did she'd just go "splat" and regroup. It'd feel bad for a bit but, eh. She'd had worse. "Daffodil! From the chat! Hello!" She felt like she was being too loud, which was weird, because she was talking at her normal volume. Or maybe her voice was too high. Huh. "I am parasite! It is nice to meet you!"
Again talking about the tournament. Byeol-Su stuck her tongue out a little.
Why did everybody care about this sort of thing. It had been cool last year when she had never seen anything like it before, but now wasn't it just the same thing with different people? Boring! She'd rather talk to new people. "I do not care about it, or like it. Friend is listening to it in our room, but they do not like it either. Do not get it. Why are everyone so happy to watch kids beat each other up? Though that was what they did for fun."
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Post by Niso Konto on Apr 22, 2020 6:19:34 GMT -4
Niso had a brief chuckling grin to him as Parasyte needed a second to catch up. Ahh he didn’t know what it was but her childish nature definitely resonated with him on a strong level, shooting her a lax smile as she recognized what he was saying and had even been allowed to experience it. Only the drawing one though? “Just the one? Aw that’s a shame. I really liked the 3D animated one. The live action one though? Eeeeh… yeah. A bitch much even for this loon.~” He teased with a cheeky smirk up towards her, tilting his head back briefly to do so, almost at a neck-snapping angle. “Still. Good to hear your ‘friend’ doesn’t have you on too tight a leash.~”
Back to the new company on the scene, Daffodil… another person Niso could tolerate without turning to chaos with. She was nice. She was accepting. She didn’t cut tires with Niso because of his methods and she was doing him quite a favour, even if it was business at the end of the day. Niso shook his head when asked if he wasn’t glued to the screens, Parasyte giving her own thoughts on the tournaments which led Niso to chuckle.
“A lot of people watch cause these might be people WE have to fight someday. Some people just watch cause they like violence. Some watch cause they like seeing those kids get hurt… and some people are watching to make money off it.” That last group he found the most boring, but hey, everyone could express chaos in their own way. Risking money like that was… a form of chaos, he supposed. He lowered his eyes again. “I suppose you’ll be going off the recordings till their memorized in your line of work Daffodil. Personally… I just don’t like the company. Besides my own figjhting style is… something those kids won’t expect. Not from fighting in regulated fights like that. Watching how they fight when their lives aren’t on the line won’t ever do me much good. So why worry about it if the entertainment value isn’t there hm?~”
It was true enough. Niso fought unlike most people. What broke and disabled most, he pushed through. He still felt the pain but his quirk allowed him to keep moving. Pain being a sensation that told you your body was in danger… it didn’t mean much to him. Pain hurt. It ached. It made him feel like his brain was screaming at him… but he could still fight. And a lot of UA kids wouldn’t expect someone like that.~
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Apr 22, 2020 10:58:52 GMT -4
Fascinating as it was watching his 'friend' showing off his tricks on screen, Jun felt it was time to engage in the real point of such a gathering. Networking. The fights themselves could be watched at any time really. Though obviously Jun did not possess the lavishly sized screens on display here. But the people were the real attraction. Fellow villains representing opportunities to move up in this sordid world.
A quick glance around the area and Jun noticed a small gathering of some rather colorful individuals. One of which just happened to be the host of today's get-together. Another struck a somewhat familiar figure but ultimately Jun couldn't quite place her. Masks weren't so uncommon in this business after all. The rest were all fresh faces, fresh opportunities.
Jun made his way to the group, Hiroshi and Takashi both followed having no idea what to do with themselves in this situation other than just stick close to their boss. He arrived just in time to hear the introduction of the vaguely familiar person and that of a child, riding a a boy's shoulders. Daffodil and Parasite, both names were familiar to Jun from the chat group.
"My what a gathering this is." He proclaimed with a wicked smile and a sip of his drink. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance everyone. My name is Kurosawa Jun, or Eldritch if you prefer."
Jun glanced towards the young Parasite, studying her briefly before speaking. "So you really are as young as you come across. I half expected it to be an act." It still could be of course. But it did seem rather unlikely. Not impossible though so Jun filed the idea in the back of his mind in case it came up. For now he'd go on the assumption that she was indeed a child. In which case he couldn't help but feel curious as to what drew her to this world. But that was a topic for another time.
Behind him, Hiroshi and Takashi did their best to contain their fidgeting and to appear tough, like this was just a regular Tuesday to them. Hiroshi, on his left seemed to maintain his cool well enough but Takashi was clearly uncomfortable. Jun made a note of it, deciding Hiroshi was likelier to prove himself useful in the future. But he didn't write Takashi off just yet. It was normal to be unnerved before a group like this after all.
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Post by quizzity on May 14, 2020 16:57:46 GMT -4
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