The Third Moon of Mars! (Vigi-Event)

THE WICKED SINGER UPON THE STAGE The redhead backed-off, slurring her way through an exclamation. She wasn’t going to attack Teruko, and that was what mattered. Tama leaned over, insisting that people were just trying to attack them because this was where they were based.

“I got glowy breath, yeah,” the woman confirmed, accepting the bottle with marked confusion. A drink to help quell her thirst? No—as Tama explained its purpose, the reptilian woman smirked. So like… a Molotov cocktail, more or less? Sweeeeeet.

“Oh, this’ll be fun,” Teruko remarked, “Thanks, lady.”

Teruko shivered as the woman outside yelled for the attacks to continue, a distinctly… masculine voice following suit. The kaiju woman turned in the cramped doorway, her tail butting-up against the doorjamb, shrewd golden eyes peering back into the chaos beyond. Her expression slackened, her beady, golden eyes going wide at the creature that loomed at the back of the pack. A… a t-rex? W… wow, no wonder kids sometimes lost their tiny minds when beholding her. Looking at a dinosaur twice your size was absolutely terrifying!

“Oh, fuck,” Teruko grunted, sidling back outside, her lip quivering over her shark-like teeth.

“Hey you overgrown fuck, over here!” the kaiju bellowed, “You wanna fuckin’ dance?”

The spines along her back hummed, their blue light barely visible in the glaring light of day. She couldn’t get bigger, no… but she was strong and tough and growing more ticked-off with this inconvenience.

The white-haired kid yelled back at her, which only earned a, “That’s Queen Kaiju, you little shit! And no! Well over two meters is as good as it gets.”

Teruko hurled one bottle at the ground, watching as glass sprayed outward from the point of contact, the liquid contents spraying the ground with whatever incendiary chemicals the redhead had crafted.

“Clear-out!” Teruko yelled. Assuming people listened and allowed her somewhat free-access to the T-Rex, Teruko would lob the second bottle at the T-Rex’s legs, hopefully coating them with the flammable liquid.

Regardless of whether or not the bottle struck true, she would then open her maw and shoot blue flames at the ground, lighting the liquid and sending a trail of blue flames towards the T-Rex.

While public record was insistent that Kamirex's flames were totally CGI, the truth of the matter was, all the effects were practical. Those present would now bear witness to this fact.

ft. hella people

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

Tama pressed her back to the wall, keeping her breathing steady. God damn it she'd already begun burning through base reserves. She needed something big to help out though. She glanced over her shoulder and looked out at the swarming enemy, she swallowed, closing her eyes and trying to work up her courage. It wasn't that she was scared, not really, she'd lived on her own in several countries before coming back to Japan. She'd lived the street life. She could handle a brawl. But this shit? This was a fucking army. She blew out a series of curses in Polish before rubbing her face and rolling her jaw.

"F'fockin..." She couldn't sit out. Not while the others were fighting so hard. She needed something to... Her eyes settled on a concrete tube leaning up against the building. She rolled her eyes. "This is so fucking stupid..." She said in german, popping her knuckles and and shoving two protein bars into her mouth. She chewed fast, marching over to it and kneeling between it, a couple tires, and what looked like a pile of garbage, scrap metal, and wood. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Every muscle burned as she drew in every ounce of concentration. Keep the materials simple. Don't change too much. Chemical equations at a minimum. All she needs now is...

Blood dripped from her nose.

"CANNON!" She bellowed, gagging and dropping to her knees. Her hand pressed against the concrete construct she'd made. It was... hopelessly simple, no more complicated than a pair of scissors. A bored out barrel of concrete sitting on a tilting platform of wood, concrete, and metal. The ammunition inside was basically scrapmetal and garbage. She grit her teeth, and realized she didn't have the most important part. "...no gunpowder," She clapped her palm to her face. She needed fireworks or something to convert. She turned around, wiping the blood from her nose. Gunpowder. Gunpowder. She needed gunpowder!

"OI ANY-YA GITS GOT GUNPOWD'A?" She shouted blindly before dipping back into the vigilante gangs base.

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TERUKO CLOSED HER MAW, quenching the flames that she’d spewed in the direction of the t-rex. She clenched her fist victoriously, smiling to herself as the man reverted to a human—or, at least, mostly human—form.

The kaiju cleared her throat, straightening her back—only to brace herself for the onslaught of elemental attacks.

“The fuck does that mean?!” Teruko bellowed back at the silver-haired youth, her tail whipping behind her. She didn’t think she could do anything against ranged, elemental attacks of any persuasion… so her best bet was to get out of the way and, if she couldn’t get out of the way in-time, she’d try to take the brunt of the blow with her back or shoulder (rather than her head).

Standing still and spewing flames would only leave her prone to more attacks, and leave her face open to getting hit. So… if one was ineffectual against long-range attacks… want would be the next best course of action…?

Shorten the range. Teruko dropped her shoulder and began to thunder towards the attackers, tucking her head as if she were a football player ready to make a tackle. She would aim right for the line of elemental opponents, building momentum as she charged onward, hoping to make contact with the opposing group.

FT. lotsa vigi's

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

Gundpowder, gunpowder, she needed gunpowder. What was the point of blowing all that stamina to build a goddamn cannon if she couldn't fire it! She groaned, this was exactly what that old fart had meant back in Taiwan about her inexperience. She could handle herself in a straight up fight; but in a battle like this she was woefully unprepared to think on her feet. She spat out a few curses in crisp Taiwanese before shoving her hands in her pockets and hopping on top of the canon, she could just blow even more stamina and try to make it from scratch. It was way harder and she'd never made a chemical that complicated from nothing before. Usually raw elements were the best she could do.

That. Of course. Was when the goddamn monsters turned into raging horrorbeasts of elemental psycho-fury. Tama sank a bit on her large, cannon-shaped seat, and stared in bewilderment as her allies pushed back, regardless of the fear, even managing to take one of these new, huge, beasties down. Her glasses slid down her nose and she scratched the side of her head; this was fucking nuts! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! She reached into her pocket and grabbed another protein bard, shoving it into her mouth just as someone cried out a familiar word. "Molotov".

She glanced around, thinking someone needed molotovs. That was when one of the vigilantes on the front line grabbed the tail of an earthen quirker, scraping (ow) metal shaving off of his tail. He filled a bucket with them in short order and held them up. Her eyes widened and she charged toward him, kicking off her cannon without hesitation and skidding to a halt. "Fckn'... you are a ba'arse," She grinned, raising a finger to her temple as she swallowed the last of the protein bar and shoving her hand in the iron shavings. She felt the pinch of cuts on her fingers but ignored it. Her eyes glowed and she bore her teeth; "....GUN POWDER,"

She grunted, feeling her veins tense, but the flammable material in the bucket was perfect for conversion into the good stuff. An instant later, the glow faded and she was finger deep in a bucket full of powder. She looked up at the villains and then back at the guy who'd helped her.

"Gimme a minit.." She ran back to the cannon, rubbing her hands together and kneeling next to it; she placed one hand on the cannon and one hand on the bucket, closed her eyes and took another deep breath. She could sense the concrete blocks nearby; those would make good material fuel. She took one last breath and grit her teeth... "Lets do this."

One more round until Tama's cannon goes off.

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