Post by Esperia on Jul 19, 2020 22:03:40 GMT -4
Scenario:
It all began during a quiet, seemingly mundane afternoon, close to dusk one that at first glance would have been no different than the others. However, it was soon afterwards that, perhaps through his own ingenuity, or perhaps the help of an insider, that various broadcasting media like televisions channels, radio frequencies and even secure networks from the enigmatic channel employed by the villains of Japan, to the promising young heroes at U.A was hijacked. For those who had the misfortune of having visual feedback, would see a disturbing image appear before them.
Loki
Quirk: Dead Man Walking
Greeting denizen of Japan. You have to forgive the sudden intrusion, but considering I am a busy man I saw the need of ensuring my message would reach all that needed to hear it. My name is Loki, and I am what your community has come to label as a 'Villain'.
He laughed softly, the motion making his skull clatter lightly as he continued. "Do not be mistaken however, I am from a generation of true villains, not the cowardly weaklings that stalk in the shadows, nor the insecure children that latch onto MARINE like it is the holy grail of power."
He paused for a moment, a glint of crimson in his eye socket as he continued. "I am a man who has tasted real freedom, played life by my own rules, and yet after just a generation or two I have seen so much potential to have gone wasted... Truly a pity. To think that you all grown so obsessed with feeble temporary stimulants, you might as well grow addicted to energy drinks..."
He sighed wearily, clearly annoyed by the situation but yet it seemed he was ready to draw to the true topic of this unwanted intrusion. "During your childish bickering you have grown soft, petty even, unable to see the larger picture. You're growing ignorant of your true enemies, the threat to all Quirkers, and should you not change your course, the very power you hold with such pride? Will be taken from you, leaving you squealing like a helpless babe throwing a tantrum!"
He leaned back in his chair, through the pieces of his robe signs of bones and a rib-cage became visible. "And yet, to those who seek to embrace the meaning of your name I offer a challenge, a game if you will:
Search for me! As we speak I am preparing for a nice holiday within the underworld your government has shrouded you from for so long. If you are among the first to find me I will show you the meaning of true strength.
However, I am quite a generous host: Even for the misguided children that call themselves 'heroes' I offer a bounty: Succeed in sending some of your more 'prolific' opponents into the underworld and I shall entertain you with intel you would value immensely.
Let the games begin!
---
It seemed Loki's words were not mere prattle, for within the new few hours reports all across Tokyo and Musutafu reported something disturbing happening. The dead had risen from the grave, from skeletons to scrambling corpses were causing widespread chaos. Pro-heroes and the police were called to the scene within Tokyo to try to deal with the terror that seemed like a misplaced scenario from a horror movie.
Students within the hero academy weren't spared either, rather it seemed the dormitory itself was being surrounded by this nightmarish tide of fiends.
Meanwhile villains who would see this as an opportunity could take the risk to come out in the open, taking advantage of the panic, or perhaps accepting the mysterious Loki's offer to participate in his game.
But what were the ominous whispers of some people saying that among the dead, some of their loved ones were found, looking as if they were alive? Whatever Loki had in mind, the only answer would be to face the dead and finding the whereabouts of Loki...
It all began during a quiet, seemingly mundane afternoon, close to dusk one that at first glance would have been no different than the others. However, it was soon afterwards that, perhaps through his own ingenuity, or perhaps the help of an insider, that various broadcasting media like televisions channels, radio frequencies and even secure networks from the enigmatic channel employed by the villains of Japan, to the promising young heroes at U.A was hijacked. For those who had the misfortune of having visual feedback, would see a disturbing image appear before them.
LokiQuirk: Dead Man Walking
Greeting denizen of Japan. You have to forgive the sudden intrusion, but considering I am a busy man I saw the need of ensuring my message would reach all that needed to hear it. My name is Loki, and I am what your community has come to label as a 'Villain'.
He laughed softly, the motion making his skull clatter lightly as he continued. "Do not be mistaken however, I am from a generation of true villains, not the cowardly weaklings that stalk in the shadows, nor the insecure children that latch onto MARINE like it is the holy grail of power."
He paused for a moment, a glint of crimson in his eye socket as he continued. "I am a man who has tasted real freedom, played life by my own rules, and yet after just a generation or two I have seen so much potential to have gone wasted... Truly a pity. To think that you all grown so obsessed with feeble temporary stimulants, you might as well grow addicted to energy drinks..."
He sighed wearily, clearly annoyed by the situation but yet it seemed he was ready to draw to the true topic of this unwanted intrusion. "During your childish bickering you have grown soft, petty even, unable to see the larger picture. You're growing ignorant of your true enemies, the threat to all Quirkers, and should you not change your course, the very power you hold with such pride? Will be taken from you, leaving you squealing like a helpless babe throwing a tantrum!"
He leaned back in his chair, through the pieces of his robe signs of bones and a rib-cage became visible. "And yet, to those who seek to embrace the meaning of your name I offer a challenge, a game if you will:
Search for me! As we speak I am preparing for a nice holiday within the underworld your government has shrouded you from for so long. If you are among the first to find me I will show you the meaning of true strength.
However, I am quite a generous host: Even for the misguided children that call themselves 'heroes' I offer a bounty: Succeed in sending some of your more 'prolific' opponents into the underworld and I shall entertain you with intel you would value immensely.
Let the games begin!
---
It seemed Loki's words were not mere prattle, for within the new few hours reports all across Tokyo and Musutafu reported something disturbing happening. The dead had risen from the grave, from skeletons to scrambling corpses were causing widespread chaos. Pro-heroes and the police were called to the scene within Tokyo to try to deal with the terror that seemed like a misplaced scenario from a horror movie.
Students within the hero academy weren't spared either, rather it seemed the dormitory itself was being surrounded by this nightmarish tide of fiends.
Meanwhile villains who would see this as an opportunity could take the risk to come out in the open, taking advantage of the panic, or perhaps accepting the mysterious Loki's offer to participate in his game.
But what were the ominous whispers of some people saying that among the dead, some of their loved ones were found, looking as if they were alive? Whatever Loki had in mind, the only answer would be to face the dead and finding the whereabouts of Loki...
