Post by Sunaho on Oct 18, 2020 11:50:25 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE
Earlier that day, the Dust Devils had brought force to the Tokyo Stock Exchange. Accompanied by some hired help, they'd rushed into the building, subdued the security guards, and scared the brokers and other employees into every corner of the place. They'd taken over the TSE, and now, it was time to show everyone what for.
Just after Sunaho and her crew had seized effective control, before the police could establish a full response, other Dust Devils had lead in the sizeable groups of concert-goers, who stormed into the building as one massive protesting group. Some were followers of the Dust Devils beliefs, people who wanted to see Sunaho preach her words. Others just wanted to party, and knew that this unrestrained concert within the stock exchange would be the perfect place to do it. Perhaps yet more had joined the crowd out of simple curiosity, or some other reason. Sunaho herself didn't really care why they'd decided to attend her little concert. No matter what, they'd get to hear what she had to say, and that was what mattered most right now.
Amidst the crowd were her Dust Devils, denoted by the skeletal masks they all wore. None of them had armaments, at least not ones they displayed openly, and instead simply used their presence and imposing figure to try and watch the crowds. People were free to do as they like, but Sunaho wasn't going to tolerate anyone trying to deal harm to any of the concert-goers. This was, after all, supposed to be a nonlethal event. If things got too bad, the police outside would drop their hesitation due to the high civilian count within the TSE.
Those police would be an issue that Matsuda, her right-hand man, would deal with, however. So now, all Sunaho needed to do, was focus on delivering to the people what they wanted.
The woman was standing atop a central help desk in the exchange, green hair tied up into two tails, ragged clothing worn loosely and without much care. A simple electric guitar was in her hands, some cheap model from a pawn store. A microphone was set up before her, which they'd managed to hook up to a few simple speakers they'd brought themselves and set up around the place. The acoustics wouldn't be amazing, but the soul was still there. With a small smile across her face, and the crowd looking on expectantly, she leaned into the mic and spoke up.
"Hey there, Devils. Glad you could all make it."
She uttered with a charisma and smoothness, capturing the crowd's attention. "I all know why you're here, you all know why I'm here. It's to make some fuckin' noise. Because makin' noise is how we make them listen, so let's be real loud and fucking clear!" Sunaho shouted out with pump of her fist, causing loud roars within the crowd.
"We're here to let them know that we will be heard. To let them know that no so-called Hero speaks for us, we speak for ourselves! Cause they won't save us. All a Hero does is lock you away so you ain't their problem anymore. But they won't say shit - they haven't said fucking anything - about the Quirk Tax that made you desperate enough to do the crime in the first place." Sunaho uttered, spite in her tone. The crowd was growing restless, and as much as she could speak on, it was time for her to give them what they wanted.
"Heroes won't speak up. Maybe because they don't wanna risk losing all that fame. Or maybe they're just cowards, clinging to their job like it makes a difference. Doesn't matter. But people like us? We ain't got much to lose, so let's speak. Real fucking loud."
Sunaho nodded to the Dust Devil that was controlling their audio setup, and the rest of the instrumental opening to her first track of the night began, with Sunaho herself covering guitar and vocals, giving every last ounce of herself in a rock and roll effort. What was lacking in equipment and acoustics was made up for with the atmosphere, quite quickly.
OOC: This is an open thread to all! Read thoroughly and post in as you will, I'll be posting every few days to keep rounds going. Please note that law enforcement is currently outside the building, but you can be inside undercover if you're wishing to! Ask me any questions you might have.
Just after Sunaho and her crew had seized effective control, before the police could establish a full response, other Dust Devils had lead in the sizeable groups of concert-goers, who stormed into the building as one massive protesting group. Some were followers of the Dust Devils beliefs, people who wanted to see Sunaho preach her words. Others just wanted to party, and knew that this unrestrained concert within the stock exchange would be the perfect place to do it. Perhaps yet more had joined the crowd out of simple curiosity, or some other reason. Sunaho herself didn't really care why they'd decided to attend her little concert. No matter what, they'd get to hear what she had to say, and that was what mattered most right now.
Amidst the crowd were her Dust Devils, denoted by the skeletal masks they all wore. None of them had armaments, at least not ones they displayed openly, and instead simply used their presence and imposing figure to try and watch the crowds. People were free to do as they like, but Sunaho wasn't going to tolerate anyone trying to deal harm to any of the concert-goers. This was, after all, supposed to be a nonlethal event. If things got too bad, the police outside would drop their hesitation due to the high civilian count within the TSE.
Those police would be an issue that Matsuda, her right-hand man, would deal with, however. So now, all Sunaho needed to do, was focus on delivering to the people what they wanted.
The woman was standing atop a central help desk in the exchange, green hair tied up into two tails, ragged clothing worn loosely and without much care. A simple electric guitar was in her hands, some cheap model from a pawn store. A microphone was set up before her, which they'd managed to hook up to a few simple speakers they'd brought themselves and set up around the place. The acoustics wouldn't be amazing, but the soul was still there. With a small smile across her face, and the crowd looking on expectantly, she leaned into the mic and spoke up.
"Hey there, Devils. Glad you could all make it."
She uttered with a charisma and smoothness, capturing the crowd's attention. "I all know why you're here, you all know why I'm here. It's to make some fuckin' noise. Because makin' noise is how we make them listen, so let's be real loud and fucking clear!" Sunaho shouted out with pump of her fist, causing loud roars within the crowd.
"We're here to let them know that we will be heard. To let them know that no so-called Hero speaks for us, we speak for ourselves! Cause they won't save us. All a Hero does is lock you away so you ain't their problem anymore. But they won't say shit - they haven't said fucking anything - about the Quirk Tax that made you desperate enough to do the crime in the first place." Sunaho uttered, spite in her tone. The crowd was growing restless, and as much as she could speak on, it was time for her to give them what they wanted.
"Heroes won't speak up. Maybe because they don't wanna risk losing all that fame. Or maybe they're just cowards, clinging to their job like it makes a difference. Doesn't matter. But people like us? We ain't got much to lose, so let's speak. Real fucking loud."
Sunaho nodded to the Dust Devil that was controlling their audio setup, and the rest of the instrumental opening to her first track of the night began, with Sunaho herself covering guitar and vocals, giving every last ounce of herself in a rock and roll effort. What was lacking in equipment and acoustics was made up for with the atmosphere, quite quickly.
OOC: This is an open thread to all! Read thoroughly and post in as you will, I'll be posting every few days to keep rounds going. Please note that law enforcement is currently outside the building, but you can be inside undercover if you're wishing to! Ask me any questions you might have.
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
