The Third Moon of Mars! (Vigi-Event)

She was settled into a small nook just underneath a ledge, a cigarette in her mouth and a lead pipe slung over her shoulder. She’d been drinking a little, the glass in her hand still holding a pinky’s worth of whiskey. She frowned at no one in particular, shifting her weight and sending the camera and strap slung around her neck bouncing a little as she took another drink. Teacher had been pretty damn clear about her showing up as soon as possible, there was little time to waste so she'd been on the first train to this part of town. Most of the folks on the tram didn't appreciate their proximity to her, 'swhat you get for smelling like a pack of ciggys. She took another drag and exhaled, staring out onto the street. This was fuckin' boring though.

She glanced over at Gabriel who was leaned up against the wall; she'd never met him before outside of the chat, most of her work had been gathering information for the others. Her role rarely involved actually meeting like this. She rolled her eyes and tried to keep her cool, she just had to hear the bossman out and she could go about her business. She let out a breath and tried to recline.

Boom

The sound was less an explosion and more a burst of vibration in the air. She cursed in a variety of languages as she jumped to her feet, turning on her heel to get a good look at the outside. "What the goddamn fok is-" She swore, peering out the window. That's when Gabriel spoke up and she broke into a grin. Was G planning for this? She peered past the front line combatants to try and make out who was behind it all. She saw a whole lotta blue. Not that it mattered; she wasn't built for a long fight. That said, she could provide support. She hopped down from her nook and pressed her back to the wall. She shoved her hands in her pockets, grabbing a bottle of water and a graphite pencil, opening the bottle she dropped the pencil into the water and grit her teeth; "Acetone," She hissed. The pencil dissolved immediately and the plastic bottle began to turn pale. She shifted and hurled the suddenly melting plastic through the door at one of the approaching men, striking him in the face. He gasped, the intense fumes of pure acetone causing him to wretch and stagger.

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THE CROCODILIAN WOMAN'S PRESENCE was happenstance-- she'd stepped away from the bakery to visit the restaurant supply company that serviced the Kaiju Cakery. It was a nondescript warehouse, easy to overlook if one didn't know that it was there. No buses ran through the area, as this was an industrial park scarcely visited by pedestrians, such meant that Teruko had to walk. It was purely coincidental that she'd been passing the Storm Knight's HQ-- and likewise, purely coincidental that she was passing by when Fury was making an appearance.



"Hrrrmmm…" the behemoth groaned at the distorted cry, beady yellow eyes scrutinizing the garish display, "Some kind of a benefit concert? Way out here?"

Teruko was a benevolent woman, so if it was a worthy cause, perhaps she could drop a good ten-thousand yen or so…?

The mutant lumbered towards the source of the noise, her ears trained on the distant proclamations of the female vocalist.



Maybe it was some kind of sentai thing… although their manager would surely take issue with the use of the word "Hell". It still warranted an investigation, Teruko supposed. Maybe she could offer to cater their next event.

The woman surveyed her attire, and gave a put-upon sigh. She wasn't dressed for networking (or a fight, for that matter). Her t-shirt, emblazoned with the logo of a heavy metal group popular decades prior, was riddled with holes where claws and spines had coincidentally snagged. Her jeans were spattered with paint and old batter. Over one shoulder, a worn, old messenger bag was slung. What a hell of a first impression. Ah, well. Perhaps she could dazzle them with her personality?

Teruko had every intention of slipping into the crowd and watching the show-- but she belatedly realized that there were no "spectators" to speak of. The surging mass read more like a "riot" and less like an "audience".

She realized this as a snarling man, rather gargoyle-like in appearance, lunged at her with claws bared.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa," Teruko said quickly, stumbling out of reach. He swiped again and the woman turned, snapping her tail like a whip. It connected with the devilish man, likely snapping a few ribs.

"I think the fuck not," the woman rebuked him, snarling.

She was surrounded, now-- a bad place for a mutant to be--

Can't I just have a normal afternoon? Is that too much to ask?

The kaiju sank low, bellowing a roar that could not only be heard, but be felt in the core of anyone in the vicinity. It wasn't a side of herself that Teruko liked to show-- but if getting ugly was the only alternative to being injured (or worse), she'd get ugly. Teruko bore her triangular teeth, growling at anyone who got too close.

ft. hella people

quirk: e-rank durability, strength, range; f-rank wealth, culinary arts

to, dr: teruko totally misreads the situation, and gets into more shit than she bargained for

Tama squinted at the approaching hordes. This shit wasn't going to be easy. She glanced back at those who were managing to piece together a resistance. The huge lizard chick was moving in hard; blue-hair was on his own at the moment, gabriel called out to her and Lyra. She reassessed one more time, the acetone odor was strong but it didn't spread enough. She needed something that would break up the crowds a little. While she thought she grabbed a washcloth and whipped it once, muttering "mask" under her breath. It turned into a baroque mask, good enough, she slipped it on over her face and took a few more steps backward into the Storm Knights base; glancing in Lyra's direction. She reached what she was looking for; the remains of the parcel of water bottles that they'd brought in that morning.

She dug in, grabbing a handful of them and unceremoniously opening them. She reached into her pocket and took out what looked like a medicine day-to-day planner. She opened the first S and inside was a collection of yellow crystals. She moved down a few slots and plucked out some black crystals as well before dropping them with tweezers into the bottles. Six bottles. This was gonna hurt. She winced at the thought of using her quirk this way but she had no other choice. She glanced over at Lyra. "Oi! It's about to fokin REEK out there in a mint! Let the gang know n' help with anyboddeh ballzy 'nuff to stick round!" She called, and rushed toward the door. She grit her teeth again. Waiting for Lyra to move before taking a deep breath.

"Fokin not built for this SHITE!" She grunted and concentrated; "Carbon Dioxide! Carbonyl Sulfide!" She huffed, hurling the first bottle. In the air the ingredients inside churned, hydrogen fleeing with a rush of heat that caused the bottle to pop. The remains were a mixture of dry ice, faint liquid water, and a compound called Carbonyl Sulfide. It wasn't fatal except in excessive amounts, normally it just stank like a rancid wet beer fart. It was eye watering and would make it damn near impossible to breathe without retching. With the flaring dry ice carrying the horrid odor it. She felt the lipids in her arms burn a little after that one throw. Not one to let up, she threw two more before she felt a little tightness in her thighs. Three stink-bombs later, she stepped back into the hall and took a ragged breath. "Fok." She cursed, rubbing her eyes.

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THE WICKED SINGER UPON THE STAGE gloated about having caught “a member of the audience” in her little siege upon the warehouse, which only incensed the reptilian woman more. God, Teruko hoped there weren’t cameras around here—or, heaven forbid, cops. She’d already left Tokyo proper to escape accusations of vigilantism—the last thing she needed was to give the officers more fodder.

In this metal concert from hell, the next wave of attacks seemed to be predominantly animal quirkers—not the most reassuring thing, with Teruko being an animal-themed something-or-other.

Teruko could feel the acrid insistence of her fiery breath roiling in her throat—no, not here—she sneered slightly, blue flames roiling around her curled lips.

A lion-headed mutant with horns emerging through his mane lunged at the woman, and Teruko took him head-on, allowing him to sink his teeth into her tough hide.

The white-haired kid was right—being big made Teruko more of a target. But when you were built like a tank, it didn’t much matter who noticed you and who didn’t.

“Had your fill, kid?” she snapped, before biting the guy by his scruff and throwing him with a toss of her head. A hint of blood filled her mouth—he better not have any diseases—

A redheaded woman announced that it was about to stink to high-heaven, her voice reaching Teruko othrough the din—and the reptilian paused, looking rather bewildered—what the Hell was she up t-? No sooner had the question crossed Teruko’s mind, did the woman lob the bottles into the air, causing them to explode.

Teruko could see the vapors roiling outwards—okay, avoid those—

A harpy swooped down at Teruko, jarring the woman from her thoughts. Teruko snarled, swiping at her wings and bringing her down—hard—to the pavement. Before the winged half-woman could scrabble to her feet, Teruko pinned her beneath a massive, taloned foot.

“Do yourself a favor and stay down, hm?”

It was impossible to tell who was who, amidst all this chaos—who was attacking, who was defending—was anyone else just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, like she was?

Teruko watched the redhead who’d thrown the stink-bombs disappear into a hall. She was the only one who’d clearly fought against the attacker, which meant—she was a possible teammate.

The reptilian kaiju dropped a shoulder and ran, much like a linebacker or a freight train as she tore through the crowd. She stormed towards the hall where Mononobe had taken shelter, accidentally shoulder-checking the wall in order to stop.

She poked her head through the doorway, slitted pupils widening in the lower light. Teruko spied the redhead just around the corner. Regardless of her reaction, Teruko would reel back out of the doorway, hands held-up in surrender.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Teruko said quickly, “I’m with you, I’m with you, please don’t—please don’t nail me with whatever chemical warfare you’ve got brewing, yeah?”

A particularly ferocious ostrich-looking fucker charged at Teruko, and the reptilian woman smacked at it with her tail.

“D-don’t suppose you know what the fuck is going on? I was on my way to the store.”

Teruko didn't dare try to enter where the redhead was taking shelter. Instead, she stationed herself at the door, battling anyone that tried to muscle their way in.

ft. hella people

quirk: e-rank durability, strength, range; f-rank wealth, culinary arts