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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2020 2:50:47 GMT -4
August 8th, Saturday night, 10 p.m.
Here she was. In Tokyo City. Actually she use to live in New York. But just a few days ago, Selena and her mom (or moms) RJ, started living with her uncle and his family in their home in Musutafu. According to Jokai, Japan needed more heroes due to ever-growing threats from the riots and, just a week ago, zombie Apocalypse. He would continue but he retired from the vigilante role and felt like that RJ would fit the bill better.
It was nice to be with her cousins, Desmoshi and Mizuki, and she usually hanged out with them when she could. It had been four years since they had seen each other and now they would technically within walking distance of each other. But they respected her being somewhat of an older teen and did there best to give her space, including the room that the twins use to stay in until she found her own place.
But that was not here nor now. Right now she was in Tokyo City looking for someone who knew some information. A barkeep that her uncle, Jokai, knew. After she talked with her uncle, she explained her true intentions of being here in Japan- to find the Informant. It was a name that whispered throughout the New York Precinct that her mothers use to work at. Some people thought it was just a myth. But Selena had a feeling- a gut feeling. Selena believed she had connection. She felt like her cousins knew something, but they said they had no idea. Although Mizuki paled at the name the Informant, but Selena decided not to push the subject. Half the fun of solving the mystery was to figure it out herself.
Thanks to her mom, she was able to find some info on some crime scenes involving a pro hero Scoria. She figured that this person knew what she was looking for, due to the fact that most of his pro cases was signed by the Informant himself. She still wondered how her mom got her hands on this file. Another day, she supposed. Unfortunately, there was not too much information on either Scoria or Informant. She thought she hit a dead end. Until her uncle came with the offer. Next thing she knew, she was in Japan, a step closer to her goal.
Jokai had told her a couple of hours ago that he knew a barkeep that knew all about the pro scene. Maybe he would have the information on how to locate the Scoria, which would lead her to the Informant. If he sign off on the pro's cases, then the pro could have seen him in person. So she hopped on a train to Tokyo City, and now she was in front of the biker bar of where she was suppose to meet her informant.
As she walked in, she kept a low profile. Black leather pants with black tank-top and spiked bracelets to match to fit into the scene. There wasn't a lot of people in here except for a biker gang. The atmosphere was serene and thick with music of old jazz music in the air. This was not the type of place she would hang out at. But she knew where to find most of her information.
She wore her blonde hair under a leather hat as she took her seat on the bar stool. "What can I get for you sweet heart?" the barkeep asked walking up to her. She responded with a sweet smile, "Jokai sent me." The barkeep nodded. "How is Jokai? Heard he retired from boxing... and other things. Anyway, he said you was looking for some information right? This Scoria fellow, I believe?"
While she was conversing with the barkeep, Selena noticed a group of bikers that took notice of her. They were eyeing her as though wolf would eye their prey. She kept her purse close, containing her twin pistols made of metal. Well, this could be fun.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Aug 11, 2020 1:51:11 GMT -4
bar room blitz? good grief. THE IDEA OF AN ALTERNATIVE-ALTER EGO was excessive, in Toby's humble opinion. Certainly, ones hero name was already an “alter-ego” in the literal sense, but this “alternate alter-ego” thing was a touch… overkill. The idea had come straight from the Hero Oversight Committee—Tobias’s placement on the hero list was, in their professional opinions, a failure. His existence was supposed to be smoke-and-mirrors. Now he was in the public eye. Additionally, reports of a particularly incensed Mafioso by the name of il Capo was trying to create a stir around his identity.
Their solution was to give him another identity—another identity in addition to the Informant, so that he could still enter the field safely, without blowing his actual alter-ego. Perhaps it was a moneygrubbing scheme. Two heroes for the price of one? It felt needlessly complicated. But the gentleman agreed.
He’d been using “Scoria” for nearly two months now, intermittently… mainly when in obsidian mode, since the harsh, black planes of his epidermis reflected the rock for which it was named. He’d ride the waves of an eruption, then run missions in obsidian mode under the new moniker. Then, when human-mode, Tobias would prep or the next mission under the “Informant” moniker, assigning the cases to “Scoria” once again. It was a nice little routine. And, already, Tobias was building new connections with his alternate-alter ego.
For example—Nirvana Saloon, a bar frequented by a number of bosozoku—was a perfect place to get intel on crime around the area, so long as its inhabitants were given a certain degree of legal leeway. It was exchange—“Scoria” would part with some information that might benefit their particular gang, and in-return they’d give “Scoria” some information that could aid the heroes. Push-and-pull, give-and-take. He was pitting bosozoku against rival gangs, which was… honestly, kind-of low. But effective! And he did nothing to upset the business at the Nirvana Saloon.
So, when the barkeep called Tobias on his burner-phone, the gentleman was surprised to learn that someone had been asking around for him—and not one of the usual clientele, either. She was set to show-up that evening. So Tobias would, too. Thankfully he hadn’t shed his obsidian shell yet.
The investigator sat in the corner of the establishment, where the dingy light didn’t refract off of his stony outer shell. In one hand, he held a whiskey on the rocks, his glowing eyes cutting through the din.
The door swung open, a blonde woman walked in. Nothing immediately suspicion-raising until after the bartender greeted her.
“-that Scoria fellow, I believe?-“
Tobias lifted his gaze, lowering his glass quietly. He pulled-out his cell phone, powering it on with his finger, and clicked the button for his messaging app. Tobias feigned looking through his text messages, but instead looked at the figure at the counter.
Blonde, hair tucked into her hat—smart, now Tobias couldn’t tell how long her hair was—thin, in-shape, too clean to be an actual bosozoku member. No tattoos, no piercings. Who had sent her…?
What did she want with “Scoria” though? “Scoria” was a nobody, a sidekick trying to prove themselves in the hero scene. It was such an odd request to make…
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2020 3:04:58 GMT -4
Selena eyed the barkeep, keeping a straight face. She was trained by one of the best cops in New York- her mom. But this was not New York. She was taking a gamble in unfamiliar territory. And she would have to get on her mother and uncle for taking files that they had no business with, even if they were trying to help. Her mother said she would destroy them once Selena found what she was looking for and was pretty sure she was going to get a visit soon. Speaking of which...
"I am looking for Scoria because he has information," whispered Selena, keeping eye contact. "He knows where I can find the Informant." The barkeep eyed her suspiciously. "Why would a young whippersnapper like yourself be looking for the Informant? Don't you got other things better to do with your time?" Selena sighed. She hated it when people judged her based on her age. "That's my business. Now, my uncle said you know some info. Or am I wasting my time here?"
The barkeep shook his head. "First, Jokai running around here playing vigilante with the information I give him. And then, he retires," he said complaining looking behind the bar for something. "And now he sends his niece in, demanding information that she should have no business knowing?" He walked up with a folder in hand and set in front of Selena. "Out of curiosity, how did you get the information on this Scoria and Informant?" Selena gave a small smile. "Also my business."
"Smartass," the barkeep said, tapping the folder. "Here is everything you need to know on your guy." Selena's heart raced. For five years, she had been looking for the mysterious Informant. To prove that he wasn't just a myth, but a real hero. And the answer she had been looking for was right in front of her. Or so she thought.
She opened only to find the folder to be empty. "What the hell is this?" Selena asked calmly. The barkeep smiled at her. "It's your info on the Informant. Which is nothing." He sat a soda down in front of her, knowing she was too young to drink. "The Informant is not someone you can just ask around and find. He finds you when he is ready to." He picked up the folder and chucked it behind him. "The Informant is supposed to be a mystery, kid. The fact he was on the Top Ten should have never been a thing. It ruined what he was suppose to do. And this Scoria-guy... I have no idea what you are talking about." He hate lying about it, but he had to protect his friend first... and his other friend's niece.
He looked back at the young Haymaker. "And you asking questions isn't going to help keep his cover. I don't know how things work in New York, but this ain't it chief. I have a job, my dear. And it's to protect the information of every pro and vigilante out there, fighting the good fight and provide information when things go bad. Not finding your dream hero so you can get an autograph." Selena was about to protest when he stopped her. "And if that's not the case, it is mostly to protect you, my dear. The Informant has a lot of enemies you don't want to be involved with. Do the legit thing. Find another pro to work for."
The barkeep knew he was being harsh, but it was just like he told Jokai when called him. The information of the heroes and vigilantes was his job to protect, not give it out all willy-nilly. Of course, Jokai knew this. He explained to the barkeep that he want Selena to learn from this and see what she would do. "So what's your answer kid?"
Selena looked at the man. She knew he was right. The Informant wanted his info kept secret. He probably wanted no traces to him, is that there was very little files, to begin with. "I understand," she said, looking at her drink. "But I can't take that advice. Ever since I was in the academy, people called me crazy for believing in the Informant's existence. And now that I know he exists, I have to keep searching." She put the money on the bar. "Thanks for your help." She knew that he had the information on Scoria. But he wasn't going to share it. And just like every lead in a case, sometimes you come to a dead end.
The barkeep nodded his head, impressed by the girl's determination. "No problem. I hope you find what you are looking for. Tell Jokai and the twins I said hi." As Selena walked out the door to the bar, the same biker group that was eyeing her earlier followed her out the door.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Sept 1, 2020 2:26:58 GMT -4
bar room blitz? good grief. THE WOMAN LEANED CLOSER to the barkeep, whispering conciliatorily to him. From where Toby sat, it was impossible to hear the conversation, or even attempt to read her lips. Damn. The golem snapped his phone shut and returned to his drink, casing the room for security cameras. Even in a dump like this, they had closed-circuit security cameras. Tobias could, at the very least, ask to look at them later, or maybe talk to the barkeep once the woman cleared-out. He took a contemplative sip, then set his drink down.
The bartender was a good resource, Toby realized, as he kept one ear trained on the conversation. He knew when to talk, and when to stay quiet. Loyalty was difficult to come by. So many sources could be bought, these days. Tobias was a valuable asset, though—when he kept eyes and ears trained-on the movement of gangs and heroes, he could tip-off the intermediaries about when to keep their heads down and when to resume business as usual. He was a valuable friend.
The fake file brought a smirk to his lips—and he told the woman a good deal while telling her nothing at all. To drop the Informant’s trail, that it was dangerous to poke her nose in places it didn’t belong… all true. The Informant had an enormous target on the back of his head—plenty of people that would see him decommissioned or dead.
She wasn’t going to back-off, though. Hm. Tenacious. Idealistic.
Toby closed his eyes, tipping his glass further, finishing the drink. When he lowered his glass, the girl was pushing her way through the door. Toby spilled out of his seat, taking his used glass with him. As he approached the bar, an entire gaggle of bikers brushed past. Mm, that didn’t bode well…
“What do you think?” the barkeep asked as the obsidian mutant leaned against the bar. Toby set the empty glass upon the counter, and the barkeep took it and placed it in the bin of dirty dishes. Toby, all the while, dug his wallet out of his pocket.
“I think there’s a leak in the PSC or HOC,” Toby remarked gruffly, sounding none-too-pleased about the notion, “I started with Informant less than a month ago. No one knows about me.”
Except people on the inside, which meant there was someone leaking information.
Toby procured a five-thousand-yen note, slipping it to the bartender.
“Keep the change,” he said simply.
“Thanks man. See you next week?”
“Eh, maybe a few weeks.”
Tobias waved, and ventured towards the door, tucking a hand into his pocket as he stepped outside. His gaze swept the parking lot for sign of the blonde—hopefully his departure had been quick enough to catch-up with her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 2:22:11 GMT -4
Selena was pissed, to say the least. She stepped into the warm night air, waiting for a cab back to the hotel room in Tokyo City. No point of going on the train until morning. She traveled all this way for nothing. First, when she first heard of the myth of a man who fought for justice from the shadows, she spent some of the years of her life to find him. She couldn't put a name to him for he remained in the shadows. It wasn't until a month ago that her mom gave her the file she confiscated in New York. The Informant. For the first time in years, she had a name to go by. Selena could finally trace the steps back to him. She could finally meet the man that others think that existed. To learn about his intellect and, hopefully, make her into the detective that she wanted to be. But tonight proved how far she was from finding him. It was like she was chasing shadows in the dark with no light. And now, she was right back where she started. As Selena waited in the parking lot, a few patrons stepped out of the bar. The biker gang slowly approached her, evil smiles spread across their faces. "Hey baby," the leader said to Selena. "I see you need a real man in your life. How bout you and I hop on my bike and go somewhere private." The whistling and catcalling of his gang seem to encourage him to... flirt with Selena. "Sorry, you're not my type," Selena said, ignoring the man's advances. Why were some men like this? They see a woman and think immediately that she would be swept off her feet with some pretty words. Selena was definetly not that woman. She had not time for frivolous things such as flirtations- especially with the likes of this man. Worse pick-up line ever. She did not have time for this. It was already a bad night. She just want to go to her hotel room and relax, erasing the bad trip from her memory. The man wasn't too pleased with the answer he was given. "Why, you little-" However, Selena started walking down the sidewalk, hoping that the group would take the cold shoulder as a hint of being uninterested. But she met those types before in New York. They were a persistent lot when they thought they had the upper hand. A few minutes of walking, she could hear the footsteps of the bikers following closely behind her. Fine. Since they didn't want to listen. Selena veered off into one of the alleys, knowing that the gang would follow her. No need to risk civilians' well being for this. Plus, she wasn't being trapped by them. She was trapping them. Selena approached a dead end in the alleyway, a brick wall signifying the end of the line. Perfect. She needed to blow off some steam. And she was defending herself and gave a clear warning. She turned to find the biker gang standing in front of her. "I don't like it when someone says no to me," the man said, clearly frustrated from being turned down. Selena gave a small smile. "Well I just did," she said simply, reaching into her purse. Her eyes were filled with intimidation as she reached for her favorite two long pistols. "Listen, it has been a long night for me. So I am going to be nice just this once. Leave with your pride intact." The group laughed at the woman in front of them. She had no weapons to defend herself. "And if we don't?"Selena pulled out the two metal pistols, aiming it at the group. They burst out into even more laughter. They knew guns and these to them were not guns. There were no magazines nor chambers on them. "Those are some pretty cosplay guns," the leader laughed. "But that won't scare us away. You don't have any bullets." Selena's smile never faded. She turned the dial to stun. She didn't want to injure them. But they were going to feel it as a reminder to not pick on unsuspecting girls. "You right- there are no bullets," she pointed out, the tips of pistols shining with light. The smiles of the gang faded as they realized that she was not some defenseless woman- she was indeed a pissed-off quirker. Selena loved that reaction. "I am the bullets," she said, as she pulled the trigger. Each bullet, made of light hit a different gang member, either sending them into the nearby wall or into the trashcans. Selena's movments were like a blur as she unleashed a barrage of bullets. Each bullet stung, like getting hit with rubber bullets in a riot. But this burned a little, causing the leather of their clothes to steam a bit. The rest of the gang panicked realizing that they were outmatched by the girl. They ran out of the alleyway, with the leader yelling behind them. "Cowards!" He turned his attention to the girl. He didn't feel the fear. To him she was just another woman with a quirk. If he couldn't have her, then she would make a lovely ice sculpture. "For someone who is Japanese, you must not be from around here," he said, the ice on his hands forming. "You are not the only one who is special." In a surprising amount of speed, he was in front of her, grabbing the tips of the guns. He froze them solid, rendering them useless for her to use. He lifted her into the air and threw her into the nearby wall, the pain in Selena's back stinging from the impact. "So now what are you going to do? Ain't no one here to help you now." Crap. Selena could use her powers without the guns, but if he could freeze the guns outside like that, he could do the same to her. She could use some help right now. |
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Oct 20, 2020 13:33:35 GMT -4
bar room blitz? good grief. TOBIAS DIDN'T SEE THE WOMAN, at first—he arrived at an empty lot. He did, however, see some leather-clad patrons of the bar leaving casually from the lot, and hear them jeering at something or someone. The obsidian-shelled golem moved slowly across the lot, gravel crunching beneath their boots. There were two bursts—or shots, rather—and panicked yells as the bikers scattered.
The hero broke into a light run, molten eyes assessing the situation from under severe brows. He could barely glimpse the girl’s blonde crown of hair over the shoulder of a man whose arms were clad in ice. He moved unimaginably fast, disarming the guns and throwing the blonde into the wall.
“Hey!” Tobias snapped, his jagged form eclipsing the mouth of the alley. The ice-wielder reeled towards the source of the noise, “I don’t think the barkeep would appreciate you causing trouble outside his bar! ‘specially with a woman!”
Gender had very little to do with it, in Tobias’s book—some of the most ruthless regulars were women, at Nirvana. Something about running with tough crowds.
“Or would ya like to dance with someone who’s more your size?” Tobias demanded.
Once he’d endured a full-body eruption, the molten reserves that Toby could draw upon were limited—he’d likely only be able to combat the jilted biker for a short amount of time. But—it was better than watching the blonde get beaten-up. Besides, Tobias still had questions for her.
“Scoria” tensed his hands, flexing them so that bright, hot fissures of molten lava began to spider-web their way up along his hands and lower arms.
“Fire and ice is pretty poetic, ain’t it?” Tobias sneered. God, he hated talking like this. But it was all part of the part he played. Some low-level thug, “Who do ya think’d win in a fight of fire ‘gainst ice, I wonder?”
Hopefully the guy took the cue and just backed down.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2020 4:20:10 GMT -4
Selena closed her eyes bracing for the hit to come. This is a great way for her night to go. No information and she was going to get frozen solid because she let her guard down. Wonderful But nothing happened. Wait, what? She could hear a demanding voice from the end of the alleyway and looked up to see who it belong to. There stood a tall dark figure, his skin seemingly covered in black obsidian. "Yeah," said the icy biker staring at the obsidian man. "But I more prefer this one. Go play superhero elsewhere pal." He flexed his hands, turning them into ice. "Unless you want to become an icicle."
At that, the man asked him would he care to tango with him. "And if I say no?" the biker asked. At the mention of his question, the obsidian man flexed his muscles as the glowing, orange line crept up his hands and arms, showing the lava that flowed within. "You think your heat is good enough to melt my ice? I'll take that bet," the biker said with a smile, his jacket covered in frost. On the ground, Selena saw this interaction, and only one thought came to mind. Scoria?
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Nov 7, 2020 4:13:11 GMT -4
BAR ROOM BLITZ? GOOD GRIEF TOBIAS CROSSED INTO THE SHADOWS of the alley, his eyes glittering with the lava that pooled there. His arms likewise glowed.
“You misunderstand, sir,” Tobias said sweetly, flashing a (literally) luminous smile, “There’s no ‘playing’ involved. I am a one-hundred-percent genuine article.”
What, this guy thought that just because Tobias was plain-clothes, he wasn’t really a hero? That pros just walked around in clown-suits all the time, even when trying to be covert.
“Well, come on, iceman,” Toby taunted, “Hit me with your best shot.”
Whether or not the iceman could be goaded into swinging was beyond Toby—if he did, however, swing at the Informant, Tobias would do his best to dodge the icy first, grabbing the man’s frozen wrist and the fabric of his shirt. Using the iceman’s momentum, and leveraging himself against the iceman’s chest, Tobias would then carry the man forward and throw him, ass over kettle, onto the pavement.
Ideally, it would knock the wind out of the guy, and give Tobias the opportunity to kneel on the guy’s chest and let the blonde make her hasty exit.
If, however, he was not successful in dodging the punch, Tobias would take the blow from the iceman, and throw a punch of his own.
And, if the iceman couldn’t be goaded into violence, or if Tobias was able to slam the man to the ground, the crimson gentleman would gesture for the blonde to make a hasty exit alongside him.
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Post by Axeldin on Dec 1, 2020 3:24:34 GMT -4
@selenahaymaker 26 exp added to 1,300 exp for a total of 1,326 exp Tobias Murakami 15 exp added to 1,412 exp for a total of 1,427 exp 1/2 |
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Post by Dauwz on Dec 8, 2020 18:34:47 GMT -4
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