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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jul 30, 2020 19:40:51 GMT -4
Every second felt like an hour, every minute felt like a day on the entire ride. The rattling of the train helped her nerves, and so did the black sky... a few clouds would have been nice, but today was one of the few days where she didn't want rain. Not with their plans. Even so, she might have been at peace with the rain; without it, she had to pace now and then, moving left and right, up and down the train car, which, at this hour, was almost empty... but almost.
Luzia shifted the backpack on her shoulder, looking around again. They had already introduced themselves, got all that out of the way, so really there was no need to do anything, but she was nervous, and it was a nice distraction, and besides that, the company they were with were kind of weird. Half of the people here were hired, which still felt a little funny to her... don't get her wrong, she was glad for the help, this job wouldn't be easy and she knew they needed help, but it still felt weird to bring in people that had no ties whatsoever to Saint Marta's, they didn't know what it was like. They didn't know the shit that went down in that place... but she was still glad for their help, they'd need it; she couldn't quite place it, but she had a feeling in her gut that they'd really need their help.
Clockwork Killer... Luzia stopped and stared at her for a moment. She remembered her from the girl's night awhile ago... but not very well. She never talked to her, they barely even looked at each other, but it was hard to forget someone that jumped in the pool and sunk to the bottom like a rock, then crawled out like nothing happened. Now that she was getting a better look at her, it wasn't a surprise; half her body was metal, and the other half was some kind of fake skin, so as near as Luzia could tell, the entire girl was made out of metal.
She gave the metal girl a nod and looked over to the other one that was hired. Eldritch was his name in the chat, if she remembered right. He didn't look like much; and in fact, from what she saw, he looked a lot like a girl, so much that she still wasn't sure which he was... she was getting a funny feeling of guy, though, so she was working under that for now. At the least, she didn't see him at the girl's night, but it wasn't like it wasn't a big city... probably plenty of people didn't go to that.
And then... there was her amazing husband-to-be. She broke into a smile as soon as she turned to him, gazing adoringly at him. The light of her life - other than her quirk - her king, the man that gave her a love for life with his own love for life. It was his idea to burn this place, and she was still nervous about it, but she was still on board with the idea. It was about damn time that it got its payback. Without warning him, she snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing softly, stroking his chest lovingly. She was so, so happy to see him again; the time away from him felt like a whole year. But finally, she turned her eyes to the last one with them.
Parasyte... there was a part of her that was still angry with her, that wanted to kill her... but that was a small part of her now. She was a friend of Niso's, so she was a good person, she supposed... at the least, she could tolerate her. And besides, she was kind of fun in the chat, at least whenever she bothered to go in there. She was supposed to be helpful, too, and she was willing to get all the help they could. So, here Parasyte was.
Niso had been acting funny, but Luzia had honestly thought that he was hiding something for the wedding, so she let go of her fiance and grabbed one of the rings that hung from the top, going quiet and trying to steel herself, preparing for the task in front of them even as it made her stomach churn in her tummy.... She wasn't a little girl anymore, she was strong, she wwas a queen, a queen that was conquering a past territory. She was a badass, and Saint Marta's was nothing... right?
Eventually, the train stopped, and ignoring how much more real it felt, she led the way to Saint Marta's. She was actually kind of amazed... after so many years, so many drugs, so much booze, so much screwing, so much pain and hunger and fear and sleeplessness, her body moved on its own, taking her, Niso, and everyone else straight to Saint Marta's as easily as she had ran away yesterday. It pissed her off as much as amazed her; how the hell did she even know the way? She hadn't been in this part of Japan for years, but this town was so tiny and unchangeed she could recognize everything!
After what felt like forever, and somehow just half an hour, she stopped, and she went wide-eyed. There it was, the three buildings that were collectively the shittest, horriblest place on the whole fucking planet. For a moment, she just stared at it, shocked to see it was still there, a part of her having hoped, all this time, that it had gone off the deep end, converted into a storage facility, or better yet, straight up gone, burned down by someone else or blown up or... something!
But no, here it was, and all at once, all of the memories of that forsaken place came flooding back. Without warning, she snarled, suddenly hunching over and holding her head, her eyes shaking as she followed each and every memory as it came in. There were so many, she didn't know which one to look at, and it was hard to focus on one when they were all rushing in like a flood! All the memories coming in actually hurt, almost giving her a headache as she gasped and panted, whining in surprise and fear. But then, one image suddenly took root, refusing to be swept away, putting itself straight in the middle of everything. One little girl with pink hair with a stuffed rabbit, sitting alone in a bunk bed.
Crying.
Luzia suddenly grit her teeth and snarled like an animal, her anger flaring up like a fire, a burst of neon flinging her forward and up, jumping onto the edge of the brick fence around the perimeter of the place. It took a second for her to regain her balance, but it was thick enough that she could stand on it easily. She shrugged off her backpack, pulling out one of many of the molotov cocktails they had brought, and with a harsh, primal scream, the same scream that told the world that the Painter was awake, threw it inside. It arced high and right, almost missing its mark when the target was so far away, but it hit close enough that it hit where they had said the first one shsould go.
This place was a shithole, and it was going to pay, pay, pay, pay, PAY PAY PAY!
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 3, 2020 7:54:43 GMT -4
Niso arrived at the train station… tired, but rightfully so. He existed at the very least in a state that wasn’t constant pain and after the days he’d endured that was all he felt he had the right to ask for. He was still unsure if taking MARINE as he had was a mistake or a boon but this would be a great time to figure that out. He’d been broken down and rebuilt in so many ways and he was eager to see his time of torture bare some fruit… cautions had to be taken still of course. He could feel he didn’t have full control over his new layout just yet, and with that he’d enlisted the help of Parasyte. After receiving her aid… or, well, the aid of her friend in recovering the past few days he felt he owed her more than he could measure already, but with the promise he’d made to be here today he felt he still had to call upon her. She was the only person he knew who even had a remote idea of what he was going through, and the only person who could help him endure it so as not to worry his lovely Luzia…
Speaking of whom-
Niso, despite his worry and his aches, burst into chuckles as Luzia snuck up behind him and gave him that hug. He could feel a tension in his skill cells, such a mild disturbance making them want to decay and break down but he forced them to remain. They were going to be going through a lot today… and he couldn’t burden his love with having to worry about him. Never him. Her immortal fiancé. “I see your in good spirits Painter dear…~” He chimed with a warm smile. He could see the brief animosity in her eyes aimed at Parasyte, but he held what little power he had over her, meeting her eyes and silently telling Luzia to behave and hold back her desires to maim and to kill for those who actually deserved it.
Finally arriving on the scene, Niso was a lot more restrained than Luzia… but more so because he was filled with the memories of who he was in this place. The silent child, hiding in corners, letting people use him like a punching bag cause he didn’t know what else life could be… it was just a torrent of pain he’d keep surviving…
But no. Not anymore. He reached down into Luzia’s bag to grab his own explosive, letting her take the pleasure of the first throw as he lit his own, watching the fires spread from luzia’s initial impact and just letting them take a moment to engulf the place on their own… he took a few steps forward, his arm a little loose but still managing to get the distance he needed on his throw, hearing the shattering of glass and slowly taking steps back to just revel in the chaos that was about to engulf this place…
He’d be happy to burn this place, from the earth and his mind, forever.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 9, 2020 10:40:51 GMT -4
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Byeol-Su Mae had never been to a wedding before, but this probably wasn't going to be an example of a "normal" wedding in any sense of the word.
And that was fine! If anything, she was extra excited to be here because it was so different, because it was going to be different because of the people it was set to unite in the eyes of...uh, something? She wasn't sure about that part of things. What she was sure of was she was happy to help with the preparations. In this instance, that wasn't helping with setting tables or arranging flowers, but instead helping to set fire to an entire orphanage.
It had also been helping Niso keep a physical form long enough to even participate in the darn wedding in the first place. Byeol-Su had been so, so scared when she and her friend had found Niso in such a state. He was hardly what one could have even called "solid". Byeol-Su could relate, and her friend could too in a far less literal sense. After all, everything they did, they did to help people. So there was no question when it came to whether or not they would help Niso get back on his feet. Or grow his feet. Or keep his feet from dissolving into soup when he experienced an emotion too strongly or grew too exhausted or because he sneezed or something.
Again, Byeol-Su could relate. It had taken a long time for her to learn how to willingly melt and stop accidentally melting. She still messed up at times.
But Iseul had said he was solid enough to come out here today. There had been some concerns though. He had been quick to give both of them some little tips and warnings, though whether or not Niso or Byeol-Su would really hold to them or forget was up to them. She remembered for now, at least.
"ParaSyte is weakened by extreme heat, and the same could be true for you; so be slow and take caution when you set the building on fire."
"When you host her, it is possible the combination of your Quirks may cause some unforeseeable effect of both of you. If either of you feel like you are losing yourself, disconnect immediately. By force, if you have to."
"And mind whom you touch physically, so you don't accidentally eat them."
"Oh, and congratulations to you, and the bride. Try not to die."
God, he sounded like such a worried father sometimes.
When they were readying to board the train, Niso was, of course, immediately attacked by a blur of pink hair that made Byeol-Su give a small yelp at his side. Ah! It was just Painter. Okay. Wait, no, she couldn't really think that when the woman was still kind of on the fence about stabbing her, could she. Byeol-Su tensed up (as much as a little girl made of goo could "tense, but whatever") and took a step behind Niso, clinging to his shirt like a nervous little sister might. Which wasn't too far off to be honest.
"...hi Painter. Please don't stab me."
Good start.
"The train will be empty right? If there are many people, may need a host." She frowned a little. "Will definitely need one when the fire starts, though."
They traveled on to where the "ceremony" was set to begin. The three buildings looked kind of decrepit and old, which Byeol-Su wasn't sure if that should be normal or not. She had never been in an orphanage before--just the hospital, just a lab where she spent her days in sterile white rooms with nothing to do. That time had been so dull and lonely, but when she thought about it, she wasn't filled with the kind of rage and pain that just the sight of this place seemed to bring out in those who had once lived in it. Luzia was straight up growling by the time they reached the gate...and then off she launched, and with it, bursts of fire started blooming along the sides of the building like red and orange roses. Byeol-Su winced and stepped back.
Heat. Heat hurt. Fire hurt. She could feel the heat hitting her body even at this distance, and her skin began to sizzle. She was already semi-solid from the summer, although it was cooler at night. The presence of fire alone made more of her slip, bits of her face falling like melted ice-cream down her chin and dripping onto her torso, or hitting the pavement below.
She kept back, watching Luzia and Niso throw their opening number, before her longer than should be possible arm stretched out and tugged again on the back of his shirt, before the tip of one of her fingers became needle-like. A silent request. If she was going to participate in this fun, she needed a body that wouldn't melt away in the heat. Already this close her arm was dripping into a loose, wet puddle beneath it. But she was here to help them.
She wasn't going to let a little fire get in the way of that.
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Post by G Hajimari on Aug 9, 2020 16:00:18 GMT -4
G was patrolling as he always does, to make sure nothing goes to hell. Usually everything would be calm, with only a bit of trouble. But this time was different, special. He saw a fire in the distance. Arson? He needed to hurry. Hurry before the firemen arrive and hurry before the Pros arrive. He was a first respondant and his Quirk was perfect to combat fire. And so he ran to the scene of the crime. He ran and ran. The place was 2 minutes away. He soon neared the place and only upon arrival he would see the true horrors that await. The inferno was terrible and thus he concluded he would need to summon Goliath and use his isopod summon to douse the flames with his water. That way they can just safely get in and save people. Little did they expect that they wont run into people, but villains. Multiple villains. Destiny was funny that way
At moments like these with the inferno. G wished that he partnered up with the Storm Knights. But sometimes those bozos were off doing their own thing. Like whats the point of a Vigilante team if you dont team up?! G sighed. He was getting too ahead of himself. He was almost there. He can do this alone. He cant wait for help to arrive. Time was of the essence
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Post by Yuka Tsubaki on Aug 10, 2020 16:50:15 GMT -4
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The trouble at Saint Martas was all over the PSC's information network. For Yuka, this meant what was arguably her least favorite and yet easiest duty which was active investigative fieldwork. She easily enjoyed either doing actually in office work or taking more active fieldwork duties where she could freely get involved but this? It was more of a tease than anything else. [break][break]
However, in a lucky change of fate, she had received an update from her director that told her her new objective was to actually get involved and attempt to quell the fire as well as put a stop to those who were spreading it. There had been rumors surrounding the orphanage for a while, but nothing anyone could confirm as there was generally no way of extracting information from the place unless you were an actual orphan. [break][break]
So for Yuka she had parked her car a few blocks away and was moving as quickly as she could while trying to not arouse suspicion. After all, if anyone involved in the suspected arson got wind of a government official being in the area that might flee the scene. As she approached she found herself running into a familiar face and outwardly groaned as she approached him "You again? I don't understand why you don't just go take the licensing exam and do this legally?" the look at her face was a mix of genuine exasperation, but also hope if G was here alone she could at least work with him to get her own job done. Even if technically she was bending the rules once more to do so.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 10, 2020 18:25:05 GMT -4
Blood. Fire. Pain. Death. Blood. Screams. Justice. Blood.
Blood.
Blood!
There was so much, it was spilled all over the ground, all over her dress, her corset, and it absolutely caked her forearms; it was splattered across her face and her legs, she was covered, covered, covered in blood, in vengeance, in justice! This was so, so, so much more than beating down someone that beat her up, this was so much more than cutting down someone that tried to cheat her. This... this was true justice!
She didn't think about this place for years, she tried her very, very best not to. She got higher than a damn plane, she focused on getting food and drink, she looked for safe places to sleep... she avoided thinking about this place, where she spent two terrifying years, unable to sleep at night, getting shoved into the mud, having no friends, not even speaking fucking Japanese! It was fucking awful to be yelled in a language you didn't speak; you didn't know whether your handler wanted you to go left or right until they shoved you down the hall, and you didn't know what the older kids wanted until they ripped the food right out of your hands! And that was just the start of this fucking shitstain of a goddamn 'orphanage'.
But she wasn't some little girl anymore; she was beautiful, she was strong, which she was proving over and over and over again. One, two, three, four, and with one final stab, five of these workers, these 'guardians', these whatever-the-opposite-of-a-caretaker-is's, were dead by her hands! She couldn't take her time like she usually could; too much panic, too much fire, but she didn't care; she left her mark on every single piece of shit that worked here, stabbing them who knows how many times, drawing over them, leaving neon to make them more noticeable.
She wasn't some scared little girl here; she was the Painter! She was the one that gripped Tokyo in terror, she was the one that made people afraid to go out at night! She was the one that painted the city red in blood... and she was here, now, to do the same fucking thing to Saint Fucking Marta's, the place that deserved it more than anything!
"Hehehehe... hahahahaha...!"
She giggled, her eyes practically spirals as she relished in her bloodlust, the highest high that she had ever experienced. Mushrooms? Heroin? Crack? Not even together did they make a high as wonderful as killing! So much beautiful, beautiful blood, shiny and red and drippy and amazing, and she got to see even more of it than usual! It was the most beautiful color, way better than the dancing oranges and whites of the fire around her, not that she didn't like them... she wasn't the biggest fan of fire, it was too hot for her tastes, but it was pretty enough; she cared more about how it was burning this hellhole to the ground than its beauty. She never really did get the appeal of fire... it was nice and all, but...
Eh, whatever~.
Still grinning ear-to-ear, fresh, red blood dripping from her fingers, Luzia let the neon blade in her hand fade away. This lady's face was all but gone now; how many times she stabbed her, she didn't know or care, all she knew was that she was totally unrecognizable. It was what she deserved. Luzia stood up, and as she did, red neon flowed from her fingertips, and Luzia flashed her hands around, drawing in the air. It only took a few seconds; it was quick, it was just an outline, just like a neon sign, but it made her happy. It was the shape of a wolf biting into what used to be the head of this lady, joining the other shapes she had made, like the soldier stabbing one of those knives attached to guns into a male worker's chest, or the guy before him with someone smashing a cinderblock into his head.
Already Luzia... no, The Painter, was already looking for her next target. There was so much vengenace to take, so much justice to spread, and she had such little time! The buildings were already half ablaze!
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 11, 2020 6:16:26 GMT -4
Niso took in a deep breath of smoke, feeling it fill his and Parasyte's shared lungs. He'd been surprised earlier by just how little heat it took to make her start to melt, but he in turn wasn't resistant to her urge to fill hi, pricking his finger on her needle like nail and letting her slither inside. Right now his biology would be incredibly alien and foreign to her, but unlike their last meeting he was incredibly accepting of her presence, shifting to adjust around her in a positive manner rather than attacking the foreign entity inside of himself. Afterall, he needed her as much as she needed him.
He wasn't going to melt like her, but he was still having to remember a lot of normal bodily functions. Since he'd reformed every single one of his bodily functions had become a conscious effort. It was like a clock that once ran on it's own now needing every single cog to be turned by hand, individually, to make it all work. He had to remember to diguest his food, to siphon off foreign elements from his blood... he needed to remember to sweat. If he'd been here without Parasyte he may have passed out simply from heat exhaustion, but with her aid in regulating his body, everything was going well...
"Thank you..." He quietly whispered under his breath, the burning of the flames loud enough that Luzia would not hear him over this distance. As they passed through the halls Niso would primarily be following Luzia's lead. He rounded up behind her as she made her beautiful piece of art... enjoying her smile... her bloodlust... a beautiful work of the Painter in her truest form. With an odd sense of calm by comparison, he laid a gentle kiss on her cheek as he leaned over her shoulder, running a hand down her back. "A masterpiece if ever there was one my love...~"
He slipped ahead of her for a moment, rounding a corner to see one of the Marta employees herself... holding a kitchen knife towards him. He scoffed in disbelief, chuckling a little more maniacally himself but still with a calmness to him compared to his lovely Painter.
"Reeeally...?" He chimed, lowering his head back forward with a smirk. "REALLY?~" He repeated with another burst of laughter, shaking his head, a sigh to follow. "Oh your lucky you've got a head start because-" He began to charge the distance between them, but only two steps in he felt a burst of cell growth in his right arm, looking to it surprised as it burst out from his sleeve, curving unnaturally, muscle fibres supporting it like a tentacle. A knife was soon embedded in it but not before it managed to reach the face of the woman before him, chuckling in disbelief this time as he retracted his arm, dragging the woman towards him instead, catching the back of her head in his other hand and ramming her face into a spout of flame clinging to the wall, listening to her scream as her face ignited, kicking and squirming in agony as she dropped to the floor desperately trying to stop the pain now clinging to her face.
Niso looked to his arm, curious what had happened there. His limb was loose and rubbery, he felt he could do that again but it was... fine otherwise. His bones felt secure, the cut in the side of his arm was rapidly regenerating as it should. He whispered again for Parasyte to hear. "Was that you in me? ... I like that... I might try and learn that...~" He smiled, unsure if it was something he was now capable of without her... but it was certainly unique...~
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 14, 2020 20:48:24 GMT -4
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One, two. One, two. Breathe in, breathe out. Expand, contract.
Man, feeling your lungs pumping oxygen through your blood was weird. Especially for somebody who didn't really have "lungs" the way normal human bodies did? Niso wasn't a normal human body either, so...uh...
Thinking like that would give her a headache. Sorta. She couldn't get a headache like this unless he got a headache and she felt it for him.
Anywho.
Byeol-Su looked through her--their--his eyes, feeling the flicker of flames through his skin like a protective armor around her. This all felt very strange for her, despite being quite accustomed to being hosted. It was probably the way she could feel her "self" moving through him the same way he did, as their senses intermingled and melded into one. It was like when your hand went numb and you held it in the other--knowing it was you, and feeling it through the other limb, but not through the numbed one.
Too hot. Secrete water to the surface of the skin. Cooler now.
Sweating was also really weird for somebody whose body just melted. But it was definitely preferable to, you know, the melting. And the burning. Ow.
Niso's voice was soft over the sounds of licking flames, screams of pain and fear, and the laughter that came down the hall from Luzia, but she heard it just fine. Of course she did--it was spoken with their--his lips and their ear was right there. Her own mouth was tucked just at the nape of his neck, hidden by the collar of his shirt and thus protected a little better from the smoke and heat. She could feel her--their--his skin against the cold wet clay-like cells that made up her "extra mouth". That was normal, at least.
"You're welcome! Think of it as a wedding present! Also, having bones is weird. Are they always this hard and creaky? Or is that just you?" She giggled as she felt, experienced, existed in a way she never had before. Never once had she been hosted by somebody so in touch with every single function of their body. It really was an experience unlike any other.
She loved that. She loved new experiences. And this was so, so strange.
She did, however, let a pulse of a feeling that could only be described as "ewww" over the connected emotional link to Niso as he bent in to kiss Luzia on the cheek. Ew, flirting. Luzia was pretty, sure, but she didn't need to see the newly weds being all cutesy right in her face. And it was even weirder since she could feel the kiss through their--his lips. Like it was her giving such a pretty girl a kiss. Which. Sent more confused and muddled feelings through the bond again. She didn't like Luzia like that. In fact, she still scared her pretty badly. But Niso liked her like that. He loved her.
Ew. Stop kissing her with my mouth. Your mouth. Whatever.
Now if it was Daffodil, on the other hand...
...hahahah, if he was telepathic like Cordycep, I would have died just now!
WHEE! Let's focus on pumping more blood! Or literally anything else!!
Beat. Beat. Beat. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse--pulse pulse pulse pulse--
Ah?
Something made their heartbeat faster, and Byeol-Su paid more attention, her eyes--his eyes--finding the lady with the knife. A beat of fear went over the bond, but it didn't last too long. This looked like a nobody. Not a hero, not any sort of threat. What would a knife really do to somebody like Niso?He had lived through way, way worse than a knife, and she had felt worse than one as well. It wouldn't be pleasant, but it would be quick, and over.
Or, well, it would have had the woman been able to even close the distance.
I could stop her. The thought was natural, passing, fleeting. I could just reach out from here, and stab her through. I can reach that far, easily.
Their arm moved. His arm--no, no, this was not Niso's arm. It was but it wasn't. Byeol-Su even gasped in shock as she felt the arm change. Skin and bone and blood became something entirely inhuman, but not as much unfamiliar to her as it may have been for him. It burst out from their body and caught the head of the woman. Sharp pain came from somewhere--the knife, she realized, being dug into their arm like...well, a knife--but it failed to stop them from grabbing hold of her, and dragging her in close, where Niso made quick work of her in quite a spectacular fashion.
Death by fire made her uncomfortable, but not for long.
This was hardly the first time somebody had killed while hosting her.
But it was the first time somebody had...no, the first time she had used a part of her strength, and not just been a back-seat observer, to help them.
"...I dunno. I think so? Remember how I could reach the star? I was thinking, I can reach her super easy. But normal hosts can't do those things even with me...their body can't do it. But you did it!" Her voice was soft, excited gasps, "I think that was us! Neomu meosjyeoyo! So cool!!"
Oh, Iseul will be so excited to hear about this when we get back!
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Post by G Hajimari on Aug 18, 2020 14:42:07 GMT -4
Some goverment looking chick approached G. She spoke as if she knew him. But he had no clue who she was, he just raised an eyebrow "I have no idea who you are. Nor do I have time to find out" he said and went towards the inferno. He would've replied to the whole licence exam sass. But, he chose to ignore.
G summoned Goliath and commanded his summon to try and douse the flames with his water. Goliath nodded and fired a stream of water out of his mouth and at the flames. Hoping to put them out or at least make an easier entrance for himself and goverment lady. He then motioned Goliath to come closer to the inferno as the summoner and his summon neared the entance of this burned establishment. He wasnt sure what the goverment lady did or can do. But if she wants to tag along, then fine so be it.
"At this rate, I might as well become a fireman with my Quirk" G thought to himself as Goliath did his best to douse the flames. G guessed that it was convienent for a water quirker to run into arson. He was perfect to combat it
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Post by Yuka Tsubaki on Aug 19, 2020 14:56:21 GMT -4
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"Oh!" Yuka said in surprise as G insisted that they had never met before. It was probably hard to recognize her when she wasn't in her 'incognito' gear and the last time they met she wasn't as forward as she was now. She had only recently been promoted within the PSC so he was probably used to dealing with her superiors if at all. Her views on the vigilante weren't as extreme as some of the people made them out to be and from what she knew G was one of the good ones. [break][break]
"Makes sense you wouldn't remember me. No problem! Glad you're here so I can get some assistance with my investigation~" she followed alongside him paying no mind to his rude comment from earlier. As Goliath began to snuff out the flames while making their way inside Yuka would use her quirk to produce carbon dioxide which she would guide with some gentle hand movements to form small orbs that would surround and smother the flames. She followed slowly behind him purposely keeping her distance and her eyes peeled for anything or rather anyone suspicious. As she walked she was eyeing Goliath up and down interested in what exactly made a quirk like this possible. In her work, she'd come across a few people who could summon creatures or monsters of various calibers, but nothing quite as impressive as the massive bug creature in front of her. [break][break]
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 25, 2020 12:20:21 GMT -4
Rage. Glee. Blood. Victory. Destruction. Death. Blood. Vengeance. Justice.
This was... perfect. Finally, after all these years, longer than she had even been around, probably, this place was getting taken down. It was getting what it deserved, and every single person in this place was spilling their beautiful blood. The Painter wasn't just diving and weaving around her newest victims, she was dancing, completely and utterly unable to control her sheer elation.
Her latest victory was dead at her feet, and she felt nothing but pride... at least until someone kissed her cheek. She went wide-eyed, whirling in surprise, but she smiled warmly, her heart fluttering in her chest, holding her cheek. Her sweetheart was complimenting her again, but she was so high she barely even heard it; instead she just felt it, and smiled, gazing adoringly at him.
She gasped as his arm suddenly grew, getting stars in her eyes as he flung her into the fire, clapping excitedly. He never did anything like that before! Oh, the fact that he could wasn't any surprise; she had seem him crumple down to a pile of meat... seeing him spin and stretch his arm out made as much sense as anything, but it was new! It was interesting! And it was pretty fucking cool, too! "Holy shit, Niso!" She squealed in happiness, throwing her hands up before running over to hug him. "That was amazing! Is that a new trick you've been working on? You always got something cooking, don't you?" Luzia giggled, grinning ear-to-ear and staring at him, clinging to him; her finace was so damn cool, and so smart, too. He really did have something cooking in his head all the time, and she, calm for the moment, just smiled and stared at him as he stared at his arm, maybe even talked with that weird melty girl.
Then, a strange noise hit her ears, drawing her attention. It was some sort of... rushing noise? It was almost as loud as the crackling and the crashing around her, almost drowned out but not quite. What was it? Without even thinking, her body decided to investigate the noise, soon enough finding herself from the central area to one of the entrance areas. What greeted her... it made her go wide-eyed. Someone was trying to put out the flames! She grit her teeth, anger flaring up again. She didn't like that, not even a little bit; this place was supposed to burn! It was justice, it was fair! She'd kill this bastard for interfering! But... that bug creature... his face...
"YOU!"
Hatred and fury in her voice, she recognized who was putting out the fire; it was the guy with the bug thing that stopped her from burglaring a jewelry store! She was gonna have fun with those necklaces! She was gonna wear those pretty rings! With her scream her only warning, in a burst of speed and neon, she rushed to... what the fuck was his name, T? She heard he had a letter for a name, but she couldn't remember which one. Whatever his name was, he was going to pay. "DON'T INTERFERE!" She screamed out as she formed two neon daggers, jumping to jab both of them into his shoulders.
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 25, 2020 12:55:53 GMT -4
"They don't usually feel this stiff-" Niso would comment on the bones, idly flexing the bones in his palm in and out at the thought. "I'm just not used to having to make them from scratch... I'm getting better every day though. Won't be too long before I'm back to normal I hope..." He hummed idly to himself as he continued through the flames-
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Back post death of that despicable old woman, Niso was still examining his arm, an odd tingling sensation from how quickly he'd made flesh to expand his arm, and then from how quickly the surrounding cells had cannibalized them to allow his arm to grow shorter again, a soft breath flowing through them as he heard Parasyte's excitement, chuckling to himself. "Yes, that was very much 'us'. I gotta say I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime when the two of us aren't struggling not to melt away..." His words with Parasyte were cut short as he realized Luzia had seen his little display, chuckling warmly and briefly sharing in a moment with her as he hugged her back. The urge to kiss her was present but... had... had parasyte said something about that? He felt a vague sensation she'd showed discomfort when he kissed her before but the memory was unclear. Given the favor parasyte was doing him however, he'd simply give Luzia a loving squeeze and refrain from using his lips.
"A little gift from our friend Parasyte, thooooough I'm going to see if she can teach me when we're done here...~" He gently ran his fingers through Luzia's hair, vibrant and pink even as the soot and ash started to cling to it, he'd let her ease out of his arm, tipping his head to the side as she followed a sound, until they came to it's source.
Niso himself didn't know who this was but the fact that Luzia saw them as an enemy was more than enough for him, a wild smile on his features. "Well Parasyte dear... it seems like this is where the fun starts!~" He rushed forward after his love, thrusting an arm out and stretching it as he had a moment ago. While he couldn't out-run his love his stretching limb would manage to surge past her, expanding the bone in his hand he'd attempt to take any initial blows for her, swinging his hand in the way should Goliath or G try and strike Luzia on her rush in before snapping his arm back to normal length and his hand back to normal size, any wounds he'd endured from protecting his love quickly healing.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 28, 2020 14:11:16 GMT -4
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Byeol-Su giggled, feeling almost tickled by the feeling of his bones rolling in their palm. That was such a weird fucking feeling she couldn't describe it as anything else. It was so weird. Especially for somebody without bones. "I can help until you are! Wuhuhuhu that feels so weird. Wait can you make your ears wiggle? Or your ribs? Oh my gosh what would that feel like??"
She could have gone off with a billion questions about what Niso could or couldn't do with his Quirk, and how the various things he could do with it would feel to her, but there was murder and arson to be done, so onward.
"I can show you! Maybe! If it doesn't get stuck like that, which it might. I did that one time. It was hard to type with." She hummed in thought. "I bet friend will really want to watch. If you can do what I can more than normal hosts, a lot of things could happen! Mostly good. I think. Maybe?" Their eyes shifted to Luzia as she approached, and a beat of pride went through the bond to Niso. She liked it? Really? Wow! Luzia actually liking a thing that came from her Quirk. Who would have thought. Then again it was on her boyfriend or fiance or whatever so it wasn't that surprising. As he went up to Luzia her little mouth twisted in a grimace. Eww, not this again--
--oh, he didn't kiss her. He only gave her a hug. Okay, hugs were fine. Sorta? She would rather hug Iseul or the Cordyceps or even Niso, since Luzia still probably would stab her for trying, but hey. Hugs were hugs.
Her hair's super soft.
It's so pink too.
...pretty.
"...I wish I could make my hair feel like hair, someday." She mumbled aloud as Luzia walked ahead of them. "Instead of goop. Maybe we can trade? You teach me to make my hair feel like hair, if you can, and I'll teach you to make your arm go really long." He had to have formed his hair manually like he did the rest of his body, so he had to know something, right?
The thought died as Luzia let out a shriek that chilled her to her core. Their eyes looked past her towards something. Niso might not have known it, maybe because his memory was bad, but ParaSyte could have sworn she saw it from somewhere. She tried to remember as he raised his arm, and she felt her "self" focusing around his arm, cells building upon one another to create more and more arm to shoot out across the hall, like before.
Only after it had did she remember. She'd never seen it in person, but back so so so many months ago, Lady Lavander had shared his photo in the chat. That bug, and more importantly, the human it was attached to.
"That's the one who hurt Lavander! That's his bug quirk!!" She gasped, a beat of panic going through the bond, but it was quickly buried under something easier to swallow. Adrenaline, a rush of fear and dread but also excitement. She had missed her first chance to get him, but this time-- "If we kill him, take his head as a wedding gift for Lavander and Crowley! It'll be like a tooth fur one! Uhh--two for one! That's the...whatever. Kill him!"
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Post by G Hajimari on Sept 2, 2020 11:20:49 GMT -4
The girl, whoever she was followed him and tagged along. Goliath used his water power to douse the infernal flames. The girl then used her Quirk and G looked at her in mild surprise. She somehow smothered the flames. He didnt get quite how, since you cant see carbon dioxide. So to G it looked like she just made the fire go away
Well whatever the case, he went in and she followed. Goliath soon followed too and he moved the girl aside so he can stick closer to G. Then suffenly as G was traversing this literal flaming hell. He saw her.
"YOU!" he replied in the same manner as her. Yes, last time she got away thanks to that weak girl who was crying all sad. But this time there was no puppy eyed little girl to protect her. The Painter was to be under arrest. The woman screamed like a banshee and charged at him.
He right away summoned Striker infront of him so she can just charge into his scythe-d blade. It was an element of surprise. Let her charge, get momentum. And let it be a moment where she literally slips into a knife. Or this case a large praying mantis with scythe hands
From their prior scuffle, The Painter didnt seem like a tough foe. So G doesnt have to bother with pinky pie over there. G didnt check on Yuka, but having compitent backup was preferable to edge boy Gabriel
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Post by Yuka Tsubaki on Sept 5, 2020 13:05:09 GMT -4
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Having been keeping his distance to make sure she was a few steps behind G as she wanted to observe his actions more than anything to report later she wasn't exactly eager to put herself in harm's way. She knew from every file she had read on the number one vigilante that he may have been a bit rough, but he generally did good work. [break][break]
Goliath's massive size was the only thing really that kept her hidden from the view of the enemies they ran into shortly after entering and beginning some damage control by putting out small fires wherever they could. Since they were so focused on G and his bug monster she was able to pick around her much bigger companions and get a good look at who they were up against. Even more important than knowing who the current vigilantes were was knowing some of the more prominent villains which they were either really unlucky or extremely lucky as The Painter was rushing G in a fit of rage being closely followed by...ew. Given the disgusting amalgamation and what she had heard about his freaky quirk it wasn't that much of a surprise. Well, that and the fact that The Painter and Pinocchio were seen together a lot of the time. [break][break]
Inhaling deeply she held her hands out in front of her as she exhaled while simultaneously rotating her hands so instead of the gale striking Goliath it curved around him aimed for Nisosyte. She aimed to push him into the wall and keep him there as unlike G her job was to report and detain people...not try to stab them.
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