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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 27, 2020 10:42:59 GMT -4
Her fist flung forward with enough force to smash through metal, but she went wide-eyed when the... thing, whatever the fuck it was, opened its mouth and sprayed something that met her fist strong enough to stop it and fling it backwards. She hissed in surprise, her frustration already starting to grow. What the fuck was this weird bug thing? It glowed AND it shot water? It almost sounded like something from a manga or something.
"Long time no see Flourescent Adolescent."
Luzia blinked, looking back to the man that... apparently spoke to her. That name was so familar... and long time no see? Was she supposed to know this guy? The way he talked, it sounded like she should... did it have anything to do with that name? It was so familiar... it was a nice, pretty name, it sounded fun and pretty... and... and... Her glare finally subsided, turning into a wide-eyed gasp; that used to be her name! In the villain chat! But what was a villain doing here, trying to stop her? Shouldn't he be on her side?
"I remember that name..." she said, backing away slowly from the bug-thing, her eyes darting between it and the gangster guy, keeping an eye on them both. "That was the name I had back when Big Sister was around...." She was slightly calmer now, more confused and interested than wanting to fight, though that didn't stop her from being ready for more, because this was exactly the sort of time for her to get attacked, while she was distracted.
There was a part of her that was happy, though; her reputation preceded her, apparently, which... that... that was the first time that anyone ever said that to her. In fact, it made her very, very happy, so happy, to be known, to not need to introduce herself, to be visible. And not only did this guy know her, but he wanted to meet her, too. She couldn't help but smile at this, feeling good even when she was on edge from the threat of the bug thing. She flicked her eyes to the gangster guy and said, "You know me... I'm glad... but... I don't know you, I don't think... who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2020 13:31:45 GMT -4
 While the Painter was occupied with Gangsta Wannabe, Miyami had the 'pleasure' of having to deal with Coldsteel. Yes it was a stupid and pretentious name. But that was precisely why Miyami called the guy that name. It was not like she gave a crap if his feelings got hurt. He was the one who chose to be nosy and interrupt the robbery. Miyami did not even want to hurt anyone if she didn't have to. But she doubted that this edgelord vigilante would listen to reason. "Heh, you really think you're actually worth using my quirk on, dumbass?" Sure, she could have lied, said that she was quirkless, perhaps hysterically cry and accuse the guy of being quirkist to try and gain sympathy. Then use that to sucker punch him and run. But to Miyami, that was too much effort for someone who frankly was not worth the time. She would rather just straight up admit that she would not willingly waste her quirk on someone like him. Given the choice, Miyami would not see Coldsteel as worthy enough of seeing her quirk, even if it was tempting to have San'en dull the idiot's senses and then beat him relentlessly. Of course, that was assuming she actually had a choice to begin with. The vigilante could always push her into a corner and force San'en out. Or San'en could choose to appear of its own free will. Miyami had no choice in the matter if it did. But now Miyami found herself under attack. Shit! Miyami's eyes widened in shock when Coldsteel's tail suddenly lunged at her so suddenly. She did her best to run out of the way. But despite her better than average speed, it was soon clear that the edgelord was faster than she was. Fucking damn it! Miyami grit her teeth in pain as she felt the tail slam onto her shoulder. So this son of a bitch does have the bite to go with his bark after all.Of course, Miyami refused to let him get off easy. Doing her best to grab on to the tail, Miyami then attempted to make a gash on it with her switchblade. It was not like she enjoyed doing that. In fact, the girl hated the sight of blood. But Coldsteel here was really pissing her off. She just wanted to get away, not deal with his bullshit. If he refused to let her go, then she would do her best to make him regret that decision. ~ WC 420 ~ |
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Post by Gabriel Creed on May 27, 2020 17:47:46 GMT -4
So she admits to having a Quirk. That or she's lying through her teeth about it... Either way it was still an unknown variable, and unknown variables had to be executed swiftly. Gabriel shook his head and was about to punch himself in the face to get himself to focus on not killing, but it seemed that the girl was going to provide the necessary shock to his system for him by striking his tail with her blade. It definitely stung, and she drew a little bit of blood but not much. Metal blade trying to cut into a metal and bone tail will have a mixed result.
But it did the trick and Gabriel was able to get his mind focused for a little bit longer. "Last chance! Drop the loot in your hands, and piss off already!" he called out to the girl in the shadows, his eyesight getting much clearer from Pinky Pie's earlier light show.
Speaking of which, it seems that the old man with the bug had some sort of connection to her? Judging from the way they were talking he was at least more familiar with her than someone just listening to the news and stuff should be... But that was a mystery for another time. If he tried to pursue it right now, he'd probably wind up having three Quirkers to face rather than just the one slash two... Well, four if he counted the bug creature thing.
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Post by G Hajimari on Jun 5, 2020 9:24:42 GMT -4
He liked how the Painter stepped back from him and Goliath while keeping an eye on both. He grinned when he realized he knew insider secrets. But as soon as she mentioned Big Sister, his eye twitched. And so did his hand.
G soon noticed the Painter relaxed, she seemed happy actually. Was she the type who sought fame and he just satisfied her? If that was the case he wanted to facepalm. So when she actually did smile, he just facepalmed. He looked through his facepalming fingers at her to see her asking him, who is he. Well, there is no way in hells bells he would say his username. Speaking of which, he even wondered if his account was active. It would be hilarious if he logged back in that villanous chat to spy on them
Right, but now she expected the answer. He removed his hand and answered her question
"I am the King. I am Number 1. And I am not like Thundershock. I already struck him down once. The petty fool had the luck of running with his tail between his legs. Still, Im not just more powerful then him." he crossed his hands "I govern with a different set of rules."
He then went to explain "This is my turf. And you cant take anything from my turf without my blessing. So drop the jewels and I can leave you to fight another day" he then glances at Miyami and gestures with his head "I will have to spank that noob there though"
G decided to change tactics. His psychological warefare scare tactic backfired on him. So he decided to play along as if he was a territorial villain. He just needed to see how to resolve this. Maybe he can trick them into leaving the jewels and at least arresting one of them. Still he considered the villains lucky. If he wiggled back to Villainy. Thunder would be a remnant of the past and then Japan would tremble beneath his feet.
That is if G chose the path of villainy
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2020 19:55:47 GMT -4
Oh fuck, don't look at it!Despite her best attempts to hide it, Miyami could not help but flinch visibly at the sight of the blood on the vigilante's tail. Thankfully it was not a lot. Still, any amount of blood was enough to make Miyami shudder. Why did it have to come to this? Why did this edgy idiot force her to cut him? Why couldn't he just let her go? "You fucking dumbass!" Miyami tried her best to keep her cool composure, but it was clear that she was wavering just a tiny bit. The false confidence displayed earlier was slowly diminishing. It's just a tiny damn bit of blood. Don't freak out! She took a second to stare at her own switchblade. The fact that it was still relatively intact was astonishing. However, it was very unlikely to remain that way for much longer. "You piss off already!" Miyami just wanted to leave already. She really did not wish to fight if it could be avoided. However, she doubted that Coldsteel here would listen to reason. "Just let me go! Do you really want me to hurt you that badly, dumbass? I'm telling you, picking a fight with me isn't worth it! Are these jewels worth getting fucked up over? I don't want to have to hurt you any further than this. But I will if you force me to." It was hard, but Miyami wanted to sound as menacing and dangerous as possible. Better to sound like a serious killer than a scared little girl. Miyami slowly backed away bit by bit as she spoke, hoping that her words would mask her movements even if just a tiny bit. At the very least, she wanted a bit more room to move should Coldsteel here choose to run after her. Though she had not forgotten about the other vigilante, Miyami trusted the Painter to keep gangsta wannabe occupied. Perhaps she would have had a sarcastic retort at the ready if she heard what he said. But right now, her attention was on Coldsteel. "I'm warning you, stay away from me, before you end up doing something you regret!" Miyami hated using her quirk. She hated how helpless she felt whenever San'en had to come out just to save her. Damn it, listen to reason! Don't try to play hero! I can't save you if San'en shows up and attacks! But of course, she doubted that he would listen to her. Who ever did? Who ever would, really? ~ WC 420 ~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jun 19, 2020 10:37:15 GMT -4
"...Number... 1...?"
Luzia blinked as 'King' introduced himself as the number 1... number 1 what, though? If he meant the number 1 villain, then that was a lie, because that was Thunder. She never heard of no King guy, either... she listened to rumors, she knew how things worked in this city, she knew who ruled what... well, for the most part, anyway. Was this some new guy trying to sound tougher than he was? Or did she just not know this part of town?
She bit her lip, backing up a little bit, getting nervous. His story was hard to believe... but what if it was true? What if she was messing with someone above her level? What if she was taking a risk? Well, she was already taking a risk, but what if she was taking too much of one? She took another step back, slouching and shrinking to look less like a threat, fear and doubt... even if it was hard to believe his story, he was definitely strong, with how he managed to push her hand away with water. But, halfway through her movement, she stopped, half-slouched, when she remembered: she was supposed to be brave, she was supposed to do what she wanted... and she wanted these jewels.
"...No."
She flicked her eyes towards Shadow, and she remembered. Even if she wasn't supposed to be more brave, she had to protect her friend; he wanted to 'spank' her, and she knew what he really meant. She remembered Calibar, and she felt the same feelings she did then. She wasn't the type to abandon someone... at least, not when there was still ways to help.
"Bullshit!"
Neon swirled violently around her arm, and with that as the only warning, she fired another piercing shot at the bug in front of her. "Shadow-chan! We gotta get outta here, now!"
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Post by Gabriel Creed on Jun 19, 2020 15:43:57 GMT -4
It took Gabriel a moment to register what the girl was going through, and just to test his theory he gave his slightly bloody tail a little wiggle even though the wound had sealed up by now. She's a haemophobe... But the way she was acting was something else besides a fear of a little blood.
No, there was something else there. A hesitation... She was talking about her Quirk like it was this big scary thing, and maybe it was indeed as big and scary as she was making it out to be. However, the amount of hype she was putting into it... No, whatever it was she could do, she was hesitating to do it. And that hesitation meant only one thing to the silver-haired teen. She was afraid of her own Quirk, which meant she likely couldn't control it.
Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck and gave a growling sigh in his Demon Flesh state as he considered the situation. Between Painter girl's light-show, all the yelling and shit getting broken, someone else was bound to have noticed and called the proper authorities...
Which meant that they probably had less than a minute to get the fuck out of here if the Japanese police and/or hero response time was anything like back home had been. And he really did not want to meet the police, mostly cus he was kinda sorta partially here in Japan just a little bit illegally.
And it seems that the Painter was coming to the same realisation about the timing with how she was going after the old guys giant bug thing. "Urgh fine." he called over to little miss Shadow-chan, deactivating his Quirk and reverting to his base human form, wincing as the tail retracted back inside his body.
"Consider this a warning or something like that alright?" he suggested as he started to walk away, giving her enough room to make a run for it. "And it ain't "Coldsteel." It's Gabriel, got it little miss Shadow?" the silver-haired teen called over before looking towards the man and the bug.
"Oi, Old Buggy. Unless you've secretly got a licence in that coat, I figure we've gotta shift. Doubt any of us got much longer before the "proper" authorities show up late to this disco party." Gabriel called over towards the white haired man, who apparently was the number one boss or some shit like that around here. He hadn't really been paying that much attention to the buggers words.
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Post by G Hajimari on Jun 20, 2020 11:40:56 GMT -4
Finally the realization was sinking in to the Painter. She was dealing with a force of nature and his previous tactic started to work, to fill his foe with fear and dread. Goliath sharpened his claws and readied for a new attack as per order. But suddently The Painter got a jolt of bravery, saying its bullshit. G just rolled his eyes
"Girlie. This isnt even my final form." he said and snapped his fingers. Causing Goliath to form water in his claw, before charging at the Painter to strike her with the elementaly charged claw.
As Goliath kept The Painter occupied, G glanced back at the Edgy guy who called himself Gabriel, that made his eye twitch. But also annoyed G was the guy telling him that they gonna run or else the police arrives. He scoffed at that "Tch. Then later newb. Go run away like a sissy! Im not letting these ladies get their jewelry. And who said I needed you anyway" with a snap of his fingers, a green glow showed up beside G. It was a faint light at first, but then that light started to morph and gain shape. Vaguely insectoid shape. Soon as the light faded, Gabriel as well as Miyami and perhaps The Painter if she managed to avoid or see past Goliath, they all 3 would see another bipedal, insectoid Spirit Animal. This one being primarily green with thin, cream-colored sections between its head, thorax, and abdomen. He has narrow eyes and three points on the back of its somewhat reptilian head. Its forearms consist of large, white scythes, which it uses for fighting and cutting. On its thighs are spikes of fur, and it has three clawed toes on its large feet. Two pairs of cream-colored wings extend from its back. In less fancy words, its a human sized praying mantis. G had 2 summons, so in other words even without Gabriel he would've outnumber the ladies. But if Gabriel was brave enough to stay. G was certain they would dominate
"Striker, attack that Shadow girl and get her jewels. Goliath keep the pressure on the Painter" he said in a very normal and plain tone
The two summons went in action as Goliath would keep up with close ranged attacks and claw swipes on The Painter. While Striker would fly to Miyami to cut her and get her to drop the jewels
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2020 16:09:40 GMT -4
Did you just... You fucking asshole!Miyami was getting annoyed by this guy. She suspected that he found out about her strong dislike of blood. Her reaction had been far from subtle, after all. And if that was the case, then the asshole was rubbing it in her face. Miyami wished that she had the strength to go over and punch the edgelord right in his smug prick face. However, annoyed as the girl was, she knew better than to do something stupid. The girl was not very good fighting at close-range. Why did I have to be stuck with Coldsteel here? I wonder if Guggi Gang there is any better?But it seemed as though Miyami had been the fortunate one. Looking over to the Painter, she could tell that something was wrong. Not having paid attention to her and the gangsta wannabe, Miyami had no idea what conversation they were having. But it soon became clear that this guy was far more dangerous than he looked. If the Painter was now telling her that they needed to get out of here, then Miyami did not want to be anywhere near that prick. No need to tell her twice, as Miyami wanted to just leave anyway. "Gotcha!"Fortunately, it looked like Coldsteel was starting to act reasonable. Miyami could not believe that he was finally starting to not be annoying. With a smirk, Miyami shrugged as she heard the guy say his name. Or a name. Who knew if it was even real. "Whatever you say, Gabesteel." Antagonizing him was probably not a wise move, but Miyami did not wish to let him off easy. Still, she just wanted to leave already, so if that meant dropping the insults, then that was a fair price to pay. Unfortunately, Gucci Gangsta Wannabe decided to go in the opposite direction and be an unhelpful piece of shit. Fucking damn it! Miyami had enough of this. She just wanted to get out of here. But if this dumbass wanted to try and stop her, then Miyami was going to do everything she could to not let him have his way. I'm gonna leave with these jewels, and I'm not gonna let you stop me!Just before Miyami began to make a run for it, she noticed that green winged insect thing that gangsta wannabe summoned. "Ugh, gross! How many fucking insect shits do you have? Damn!" Of course, that was a rhetorical question. She had no interest in sticking around and finding out the hard way. But of course things would not be that easy. Of course that damn green thing had to come after her. "Fuck off!" As the insect approached, Miyami would face it head on, holding her arms out and crossed in front of her to try and block those scythe-like claws. Running away was not an option, as she did not want it attacking her from behind and potentially ripping open her bag to make the jewels spill out on the ground. "FUCK!" Seeing as she was doing everything she could to protect the bag, Miyami would end up getting cut by that thing. Gritting her teeth in pain, she saw that her arms were now bleeding. Not a whole lot, as she had moved back in time, but the wound was far from shallow. Drops of blood were falling down on the ground, forming a tiny puddle. However, purple blood-like fluid began to leak out from her forehead, running down her mask and face, and dripping down onto the ground, forming a small puddle. Of course you choose to come out now, San'en. Because why the fuck not. Miyami backed away even more as the purple fluid suddenly shot up from the ground and began to take shape. Pretty soon, it formed into her summon: A tall 2 meter skeleton with its eyes, ears, and mouth sealed shut by pieces of metal, and wearing what looked to be a business suit. Normally, just the sight of this thing was enough to scare Miyami and make her run like hell. But with how annoyed and pissed off Gucci Gang made her, she was actually a bit happy to see her sinister summon out. "Take this piece of shit down!"Normally, Miyami would be the closest thing to San'en, and thus the first person that the uncontrollable summon would attack. But with the green insect still being close by and having attacked the girl, San'en would instead reach out towards the winged creature in an attempt to protect its summoner. It aimed to grab it by the throat (or thorax in this case?) and hold on for as long as it could. San'en would need at least four seconds before it could begin to drain energy and dull the senses of its target. If it could hold on for long enough, then the green winged bug would immediately notice its vision getting all blurry, as well as feeling weaker in general. But would the skeleton be able to grab on to the insect? Or would the bug fly away or even attack? Miyami did her best to keep her distance from both summons while also still being close enough for San'en to remain within range. Still, she would only stay like this if San'en had the upper hand. The moment that bladed insect would possibly overpower the skeleton, Miyami would immediately begin to run. She had no interest letting that thing come after her. And of course, Miyami remained cautious in case Coldsteel decided to change his mind and attack her too. Fuck you, wannabe gangsta bitch! Fuck you, stupid insects! Fuck you, edgelord! Fuck all of you! Well, not Painter, she's cool. But fuck everyone else!~ WC 958 ~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jun 29, 2020 21:13:19 GMT -4
"Guh!"
Luzia clutched her side when 'Goliath' got a lucky hit in; it dodged her shot, letting it fly past and briefly light a good chunk of the store with pink, then rushed in to hit her right in the stomach. Luzia flung back, clutching her stomach as she coughed up blood, but she forced her eyes open; the giant bug thing was coming in for more. Her entire body was ringing in pain, and she had no breath in her lungs... but she grit her bloody teeth, steeling herself, and took a deep, strong breath. Much needed air filled not just her lungs, but her whole body, and she dodged Goliath's next strike, jumping back and glass crunching under her shoes. Goliath swung its arm again, and Luzia forced herself to take another breath.
Everything hurt, but she dodged again, and she realized something, going wide-eyed as the revelation hit her: She was faster. Even when she was holding her stomach and half-stumbling, she was faster! Suddenly feeling like a genius, she suddenly turned away from the bug and, light charging around her back, shot away, towards the wall, jumping just in time for her plant her feet against the wall and shoot away again, shooting up towards the ceiling, hitting it so she can launch herself to the person that hadn't moved a damn inch since he summoned his bug.
And as she flew towards him, neon charged around her entire body, so that when she hit the ground right in front of him, she'd explode in a violent neon burst that would - hopefully - send him as well as everything else not nailed down flying. With the plan to throw him off balance, she'd fling herself towards him at the same leopard speed to follow up with a fist, aiming right for his face so she could hit his whole life in one swoop.
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Post by Gabriel Creed on Jul 1, 2020 14:26:06 GMT -4
And the old bastard did exactly what Gabriel had been trying to avoid. He escalated the situation to a degree where the girl who couldn't control her Quirk wound up unleashing the damned thing! "And that was exactly why I was trying to avoid! Is your chain on too tight or something you old fart?" the albino teenager explained and asked of the Bug Summon Quirker, along with a gesture to the fucking two meter tall skeleton in the room.
"First, the fuck's a sissy? Second, I don't feel like trying to take on these two, plus police, plus one or more of those "Pro-Heroes" if they turn up with the cops. Do you?" Gabriel asked the older man, watching as the bugs were busy grabbling with the skeleton and trying to grapple with the pink haired girl... Who definitely seemed to have figured something out judging from the look on her face.
As she began to bounce past the oversized bug she'd been fighting, Gabriel picked up on the same thought she probably had. Speed was the advantage here, and if you take out the Quirker... The white haired teen sighed before he transformed once more and barreled towards Old Bug man as well. Only his goal wasn't to strike the old fuck, no matter how much he probably deserved it for one reason or another... No, it was to try and get between him and Pinky.
Sure, she was agile and nimble, far more than the bug was. But when it came to raw speed? Demon's Flesh was by far the faster of the two! Or at least that was the thought, but damn she was fast as well! Pinkies neon blast struck him in the backsplash and knocked him back a bit, but Gabriel let loose a roar as he charged forward once more and tried to tackle the pink haired girl before she could land another blow on Old Bug Man.
The fucker better appreciate this, or he'll take a crack at him himself!
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 2, 2020 9:25:16 GMT -4
The emo girl was attacked and she was cut. But in return it caused her to summon her skeletan summon. Her summon grabbed Striker by the neck. The summon started slashing immediatelly, it soon felt its senses weaken and dull. But even with dull senses, it remembered where it needed to strike. The summons hand that held Striker. But as it was rapidly slashing and attcking, it felt weaker.
Meanwhile, Goliath was rapidly attacking The Painter. It landed some blows, but the girl was surprisingly gutsy. How in the hell was she still standing? Well, nevertheless, Goliath would end her. It summoned its watery sword. It was ready to cut her likea knife through butter. She was not leaving here with the jewels.
The Painter meanwhile bounced past Goliath. G expected and anticipated her next move, so he readied himself. What he didnt anticipate was Gabriel the hedgehog. Seeing his edgehog friend was approaching, G needed to abort his action, so he backflipped and dodged The Painters attack. Goliath caught G and let him down on the ground gently
"Tch.... you actually made me move, lady" he said. To him, it was an impressive feat. Not many people make him move involentary. But now seeing Gabriel took the Painter. G turned his attention to emo girl. He angrilly approached her, and Goliath followed
"You. Put down my summon" he said in a threatening and menacing tone. He snapped his fingers and Goliath dashed at Miyami. She volunteered herself to be sliced in half. Goliath readied his blade and slashed. He was either gonna slice the summon, the girl or as aimed the bag of jewels. Its goal was the jewels. But if anyone was in the way so be it. She cant even used Striker as a meat shield hostage. Goliath would cut through a fellow summon just to get the bag
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2020 12:00:56 GMT -4
Okay, so good news: Despite the winged insect flailing and slashing, San'en was able to hold on to it long enough to start draining energy. Plus, the insect's vision was blurred, making it harder to see. And now for the bad news: The insect was still slicing away. And for each cut that appeared on San'en, that same cut would appear on Miyami on the exact same spot. It was clear that letting that insect continue to attack was not doing the girl any favors. Now for the worse news: The gangsta wannabe was now focusing his attention on Miyami. At least Coldsteel looked like he could be reasoned with. But this guy? Probably not. At this point, Miyami just wanted to leave. So perhaps being honest here would help. "I ...can't. It won't listen to me at all. ...Shit!" Of course it was at that moment when the tall and menacing silent skeleton would try to reach out for its summoner. Not to try to protect her, but to take her energy too. Just to try and make its field of 'vision' more clear, since it perceived everything as blurry hazes and shadows unless it drained enough energy to sharpen details. And of course the gangsta wannabe sent out his other insect thing to attack while this happened. Miyami was no fool. She knew he just wanted to slice her bag open to take the jewels back. And he probably didn't give a shit if she got caught in the crossfire. She just closed her eyes, expecting to get slashed. Fortunately, San'en actually tried to help her out by throwing her out of the way. Unfortunately, the skeleton was too slow, resulting in not only it getting slashed (as well as the winged insect it still held onto firmly), but Miyami's bag as well. "NOOOOOO!!"Miyami had no idea what hurt more. The fact that all the jewels shoved in the bag were now spilled all over the ground, or the wounds on her body that were now bleeding even more. All her hard work, thrown out the window. And why? Just because of some asshole who didn't give a shit and had no problem with taking things too far? Tears began to well up in the girl's eyes. A mix of fear and anger as she looked at the gangsta wannabe. The man that as far as Miyami was concerned, was a far bigger villain and monster than she could ever be. "Fine! FINE! Take all the fucking jewels back! I don't give a shit anymore! I'll just st-starve and d-die because I c-can't find myself a f-fucking job no matter how hard I fucking t-try! N-not that th-that really matters t-to you anyway, d-does it B-big Man?!" It seemed rather sudden, but Miyami was very much upset, crying as she tried speaking in between sobs. She never got to have anything good happen to her for long. It was always one fiasco after another with her. But it wasn't like this guy gave a shit. It wasn't like anyone really cared about her. In a fit of rage, Miyami threw her switchblade at the guy. Though with how much she was crying and how much her arm was shaking, the blade missed by a long shot, clattering uselessly on the ground, failing to hit anyone. Still, while Miyami was very upset and the crying and ranting were legitimate, she did have one final and desperate plan in mind. As far as these vigilantes knew, Miyami had only placed the jewels in the bag. As long as she was careful and didn't say or do anything suspicious, there should be no reason for them to suspect that she had that ring in her pocket as well. If Miyami had to drop the other jewels just to try and get away, then so be it. But this ring was her final hope, the hope that she desperately clung to. As much as the girl absolutely despised having to grovel like a sad mess like this, all of this would be for nothing if she couldn't at least get away with the lavender ring. "Th-there! Y-you st-stopped the th-thief and s-saved the f-fucking day! Good for fucking you! Your m-massive fucking ego must b-be so satisfied now, i-isn't it? Wh-what d-does it m-matter wh-what h-happens t-to one f-fucking girl f-forced into v-villainy j-just to s-survive as l-long as y-you get to s-save the f-fucking day, am I r-right? W-what d-does one l-life m-matter t-to h-heroes th-these days? W-who c-cares about s-someone s-suffering as l-long as a s-store d-doesn't lose its f-fucking rocks, r-right? V-victims d-don't m-matter in th-this d-damn s-society! Th-this w-whole h-hero th-thing is a j-joke!"Miyami stood up and slowly backed away. With her now being too far from San'en's range, the skeleton instantly disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. The girl tried taking deep breaths to calm herself down before she lost herself in her emotions. Wiping her tears with a torn and bloody sleeve, Miyami then stared at the two vigilantes. "I'm done. I'm out of here. I never should have come here. This is just another fuck-up to add to the massive list of fuck-ups."And with that, it was time to leave. Unless one of the boys decided to stop her, of course. It would honestly be very expected at this point. Because everything else had already gone wrong, so why not this too? Miyami did feel some guilt towards the Painter. She wanted to have a fun and easy time stealing some jewels and getting away, but things went to shit thanks to these two. Then again, the Painter did tell her earlier that they needed to get out of here. Well unless she was stopped, Miyami would try escaping now. ~ WC 969 ~ |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jul 7, 2020 10:16:43 GMT -4
Such a pretty sound, her quirk, and it was deliciously loud as it exploded out, sending near-everything that wasn't already tough as shit flying, including the two bastards that were interfering! Right after she slamed her forearms down to explode her neon through half the store, she used her neon again to jump, glaring right at the wannabe that hurt her, even as his bug thing caught him and put him back on his feet. But, as she flew through the air, she was tackled down back to the ground.
"GAH! You cock!" She yelled as she rolled several times, hacking and coughing as the roll came to a stop. That hurt, that really hurt... like, her stomach was still aching and everything! Ignoring the pain, she glared up at the devil guy. "You're in the fucking way!" She flung her hand back, neon charging around it as she curled it into a fist, ready to punch, but a yell stopped her, blinking and looking over at Shadow as she started to yell. It took a second, her eyes darting around Shadow, mentally catching up; jewelry scattered all over the floor, her bleeding, and... was she crying?
The anger, the annoyance, the fire in her blood that made it so easy to fight faded as she listened to Shadow's speech, turning into a sad ice in her veins as her arms slowly lost the passion and strength that had nearly smacked her tackler in the face. She felt bad now; she could understand Shadow... hell, from what she said, she was Shadow. Seriously, people thought that stealing from convenience stores was easy? There used to be nights where she never slept just because she kept accidentlly picking taken spaces, to say nothing of how hard it was to sleep on the fucking ground! Yeah, she was no stranger to fuck-ups. This was just her first fuck up with something bit like burglaring a jewelry store.
"V-victims d-don't m-matter in th-this d-damn s-society!"
For a moment, Luzia help but flash back, thinking about all the times on the street she had to struggle, or run, or fight. They really didn't matter, did they? She never did, not to anyone except people that actually bothered to see her... most people did their best to not see her. People didn't like to think about homeless people, they didn't like to see them, they always wanted to pretend they didn't exist... or worse, blame them for whatever, and that wasn't when they weren't beating their asses for fun.
She got angry again; it really wasn't her fault that she was homeless! It wasn't Shadow's fault she had to steal for some money! But, despite her anger growing again, she could see that this whole thing was a failure; Shadow's bag was over and done with, they were outnumbered, and she could fight... but it was one against four now, even if two of those were some sort of weird quirk. She didn't like those odds.
Time to run.
Out of the blue, and with those two hopefully still distracted by Shadow's speech, Luzia suddenly slammed her leg in the devil guy's crotch, using the opportunity to shove him off, jumping up and swinging the bag that she still had on her shoulder towards the gangster wannabe. If he wanted them so much, he could have them, and while he was catching that, she turned and ran towards Shadow, leaving a wake of neon behind her. When she stopped, she stared at Shadow for a moment, grabbing her and hugging her, even squeezing her a little bit. Lowering her voice to a soft whisper, Luzia tried to comfort her a little.
"I get it. I do, I really do."
She let go of her, then turned, throwing both arms forward, unleashing another blast of neon, but this one was gentler, more like a wind than a blast, filling half the store with a smokescreen of neon to hide their escape, grabbing Shadow's hand and running with her. She was faster, even without her quirk, but she kept herself at a speed where Shadow could keep up, if pushing her a little bit at the same time. She made sure to use a winding path, make it harder for them to follow her, and then, when it was safe, she finally stopped, wincing and holding her stomach.
She ignored her pain, though, and looked Shadow, giving her a sympathetic smile. "I was homeless too, ya know... actually, still am, really... so like, I really do get it... but... augh!" A sudden spike of pain sudden brought her to her knees, holding her stomach harder. "Shit...! He hit me harder than I thought... I think... I think I need a doctor...!" She whined softly, the pain starting to become too much to ignore, starting to curl inwards as she held her stomach.
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Post by Gabriel Creed on Jul 7, 2020 16:40:14 GMT -4
Well this went about as well as Gabriel thought it would. The Old Bug Man was focusing his twin bug beasties against Mr Spooky Scary Skeleton fucker, whilst he was... on top of an apparent serial killing neon raver cutie. Now that he could see her in a better, non-blinding light, she was kinda cute. Moving out here to Japan definitely had its perks.
The white haired demonic-Quirker turned his head towards the more professional thief girl as she began her crying and speech, wincing at several points she made. Mostly cus they hit close to home for him as well, although neither girl knew it. Hell, he was living on the bare roof of a brothel in the red-light district, barely getting by purely on unofficial tips for acting as a bouncer for their building.
And the point about heroes not caring, yeah that hit the mark as well... The United Kingdom wasn't much better than Japan as far as Gabriel was concerned, and he had the scars to prove it. Both physically and mentally. His own Quirk's development was proof of that... He let out a sigh as he disengaged his Quirk, his body reverting to its normal human self.
"Believe it or not kid, I understand all too-oof!" Gabriel began to say whilst looking at the crying girl, right as the pink-haired one brought her leg straight up into his unprotected crotch! He fell over to the side, both hands covering his injured pride as the two girls began to make their escape.
He began to get to his feet and brush himself off, whilst looking over towards the old man with the bugs. "Don't know about you Buggers, but I could use a drink..." Gabriel said in English as he went into the wrecked jewelers, and collected the girls switchblade that she'd tossed aside. As he pocketed the weapon, he doubted the old bastard would try to give him a hard time for "contaminating a crime scene" since traces of his own stuff would be in here as well.
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