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If asked, Michiko would admit to preferring parks at night. There was something peaceful about wandering the stone paths with only moonlight and a sparse few lamps to light her way. With only the brush of wind shuffling the trees, and the steady clicking of the heels of her boots to chase away the otherwise silent walkways. She'd always found that walking, especially when she had no real destination in mind, was the easiest way for her to unwind. She'd always been too restless for meditation to be anything other than annoying and had never really found a hobby to otherwise distract herself with.[break][break]
This particular park wasn’t one of her usual haunts and wasn’t even in her home city of Tokyo. Frankly had she not had business in Musutafu she might never have happened upon this place. She’d been hired by an older woman, an heiress to some company the details of which mattered little to Michi, who was suspicious that her new and far younger husband was cheating on her. He of course was, her quirk was quick to spot the lack of love for his actual wife and instead his Loom seemed riddled with lust for the woman’s younger niece. The whole ordeal had been dramatic and filled with yelling and emotional breakdowns. All of it leaving Michi with a pounding headache and a strong desire to just simply get the hell away from people. But she’d already paid for a hotel for one more night, and even though she’d rather retreat to her own apartment, she made the choice to stick around for one last day.[break][break]
But she’d felt too restless to simply head back to her empty hotel room and so she found herself here. With no destination in mind, simply letting her feet pick the way without any real thought put into it. And hopefully by the early morning hours after working out the nervous energy in her bones, she’d be tired enough to fall into a deep dreamless sleep for a few hours.[break][break]
Overall her walks were usually wholly uneventful and aside from the occasional owl or feral cat, mostly devoid of all other life. Which was exactly the way she liked it, and she fully expected tonight to be just like the others. There was nothing particularly different about this night. Nothing that might have stood out as some kind of omen foretelling dark times to come. The air was pleasantly cool, with only a slight wind to bring a touch of chill, the first brushes of winters kiss were slow to come this year. The sky was clear and full of shining stars with the moon hanging fat and bright against the black backdrop. It was serene, peaceful even.[break][break]
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She kept her hand up, using the sleeve of her coat to help mask the awful scent of death and old blood while she took in the carnage before her. The woman might have been beautiful before, her hair was a warm shade of deep auburn, and her skin (what little was left unmarred) was smooth and the color of pale cream. But now, with her once lovely features twisted into a grimace and slashed almost beyond all recognition, she resembled little more than a macabre prop in a horror film.[break][break]
She was naked, not that it particularly mattered, her breasts were shredded into fleshy ribbons (like claws had raked over them over and over) and her internal organs were pulled out covering her lower half like some twisted macabre skirt. Bits and pieces of flesh were missing from all over her body, bite marks more than likely. [break][break]
The whole scene made bile rise up in Michiko's throat and for the first few minutes she could do little more than resist the urge to throw up. Then panic set in, and she backed away from the body her head whipping around to see if there was someone around. Part of her feared that whoever, or whatever had done this might still be lurking around ready for a second course. When she didn't immediately spot anything out of the ordinary, she reflexively reached into her jacket pocket, searching for her phone. Pulling it out she clicked the home button and then looked down only to find that she didn’t have a signal. Not a single bar.[break][break]
"Shit shit shit." she hissed under her breath, and shoved her useless phone back into her pocket while casting another suspicious look around. Should she just leave then? She couldn't call the cops now, and she certainly didn't want to hang around here till someone else came by. But it felt wrong to just leave the body like that, the poor woman deserved better than being left in the dirt. Hesitation kept Michiko still and rooted in place for a few more moments, the question of whether to stay or go endlessly ringing around in her mind.
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note : the small bit hidden in the spoiler goes a bit more into detail about the state of the body, feel free to skip it. also i don't really know where i'm going with this thread, help plz.
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Post by Sun-hee Gung on May 13, 2019 17:27:13 GMT
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But, he shouldn't have been here - at this park, and he knew that when he came across a girl covering her mouth, her nose as if she had seen something terrible. He shouldn't have gone over to look, he shouldn't have - but morbid curiosity forced him to go and see, and perhaps so did that drive that was pushing him to become a hero.
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"Shit, shit, shit." He mimicked her as he held down his lunch, but to no avail - the body was mutilated and the stench of death hung heavy in the air. This was the first time that he had seen a dead body, and he finds himself looking at it longer than he should - making eye contact with one eye that had been left opened.
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He looked at the woman next to him, she didn't do this - that was clear. Whatever did this was a monster, unhinged, uneasy, still something that Sun-hee could be convicted off once he lost himself in a fight - unable to stop. A berserker who had to be held back.
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He thinks about what he should do. He's a U.A. student on the cusp of graduating. He itched to find this guy, he itched for something this strong - but he looked at the woman, he should get her out of here. "Hey, we should get out of here." He grabs her arm. "Before whatever this is comes back."
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2019 1:38:30 GMT
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keep your judgment for someone else, I've had enough
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Given the situation she’d found herself in, Michiko really should have been paying more attention to her surroundings. Instead of getting caught up in her own thoughts, effectively making her almost fully oblivious. Her eyes were still trained onto the body, whether from morbid fascination or in just plain horror that something so terrible could happen to another human being.[break][break]
She’d never seen a dead body before. Not like this. Hell, she’d never even been to a funeral. Death was, or rather had been merely an abstract idea to her. Something other people experienced or suffered through. Objectively she knew that one day she herself would die, as all things eventually came to an end. To suddenly be confronted with death in its most terrible form left her stunned to say the least. [break][break]
So, as it was, when the silence was finally broken unexpectedly, Michiko lurched back a few steps – further from the body. Her breath caught in her throat, and heart suddenly racing, the pounding echoing in her ears and she was completely and utterly convinced that she was going to die. But just as quickly as the feeling came it left in a rush of adrenaline, her head whipping to the side where’d she’d first heard the noise. And in the same moment her quirk blazed to life in her eyes, their natural dark color giving way to a chaotic flash of swirling colors just as her gaze caught sight of the stranger.[break][break]
The sudden influx of the all too vibrant colors from viewing the Loom and threads of the stranger brought her headache rearing back to life and for a moment Michi felt she might be sick for a completely different reason than before. She choked back the nauseous feeling once more and instead forced herself to instead focus on the new arrival.[break][break]
Shock. Disturbed. Worry. All easily explained by the scene before them both. What had her worried was the tinge of not quite excitement but more anticipation? No. That wasn’t right either. The color didn’t fit those emotions and was instead a mixture that in her current state of mind she couldn’t discern as easily as she would have liked. Caught up in reading his emotions she nearly failed to process what he was saying when he suddenly spoke up once more. Realizing her mistake, she finally took a moment to instead fully observe just who’d happened upon her.[break][break]
A quick cursory look made her aware that it was in fact a teenager, and not some horrible monstrosity that her mind had first jumped to. Male, a guess simply by the style of clothing he was wearing. Though he was far shorter than her, at 5’6 and elevated further by the three-inch heel on her boots, she found herself staring down at him. For a moment her half-assed assessment brought her back some measure of control simply because she was both older and taller, but when he suddenly latched onto her arm another flicker of fear raced down her spine. Despite his reasoning, which she begrudgingly agreed with, she was by no means willing to let a stranger – even a teenager – take hold of her.[break][break]
Wrenching back away from his grasp she crossed both arms over her chest in an attempt to keep him from trying that again. Yet even after doing so she couldn’t help the scathing words that quickly followed. “Don’t fucking touch me.”[break][break]
Not the best reaction but given how rattled her nerves already were she wasn’t about to start worrying about censoring herself. Even though she could still see his emotions, which for the most part didn’t display anything threatening or inclined to hurt her, that didn’t change the fact that there was a dead body less than five feet from her and she wasn’t going to take any chances lest she end up in a similar state. As much as she proclaimed to dislike the world and the people in it, Michi wasn’t in any rush to join the woman in the dirt.[break][break]
Still keeping her distance, she ignored his original suggestion to leave for the moment. “Don’t you have a phone? Shouldn’t you call the police first?” The words were less harsh this time, her voice instead taking on an accusatory tone. Hypocritical of her considering just a few moments ago she’d been seriously contemplating leaving on her own.
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Post by Sun-hee Gung on May 14, 2019 2:50:31 GMT
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He shakes his head. He's almost a little annoyed. "Don't you? I left mine at home, didn't want to be tracked with it." And that's the truth, his mother, his professors, were able to find him easiest when his phone was on him. Sometimes, Sun-hee just needed to be alone - especially considering he was always with at least one of his brothers, Romi or Jae.
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"Listen, I get you're upset, but I don't think the police can really help us with whatever villain did this."
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And then there's a crunch, and a snap like the sound of someone stepping on tree branches and Sun-hee picks up on this. He's on edge, excited, but scared. "I think you should start running, lady." They should both start running, but Sun-hee is fast. Sun-hee shouldn't be doing this - hero work without a license, but this, this is self-defense, he could argue - if he lives really.
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There's a crackle of lightning, red, violent that circles around him. "If you can't fight, you'll just get in my way, so it's best for you to run, lady." He looks at her, but it's too late.
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The monster has already stepped outside of the darkness, it was tall, labored breathing, teeth barred like an animal. He's crazed -a psychosis? Or was this a real bone-a-fide villain?
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Post by Daiki Satou on May 15, 2019 2:02:03 GMT
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This was one of those times.The night had started... Normally, for the most part. Having just finished a basketball game with another Hero School Daiki boarded the bus alongside his teammates. In the time he'd be on the team he'd come to know some of the people. A lot of them were actually from general studies or support just wanting to have a hobby. After all, for Hero students a lot of the time their hobby was training and self improvement. This was a way of training for Daiki. Though it was more than that, it was a healthy place to just have fun and relax... Relatively speaking. Sitting on the larger tour bus leaving Tokyo and driving back to Musutafu at the time, the night was still young. The sun just barely having set as they departed. When the sky became visible in all of its beauty the boy rested an elbow on his armrest and just stargazed. Tuning out the ruckus of his teammates as they celebrated yet another victory, it was so easy to get lost in the beauty of the moment. Daiki held a fascination for the ordinarily perceived mundane. The fact that they're right here, right now. Breathing the same air as billions of other people with interesting facets to their character. That the sky could be this beautiful, that there was so much fun in something as simple as bouncing a ball around a court for an hour or two. It would take a while for the trip to come to an end, getting there well after the sun had set. There referred to UA, the bus had left from the compound earlier in the afternoon that same day and upon arrival Satou watched as his fellow teammates got off of the bus. Some of them walked off to go to their families living in Musutafu most likely, but for the most part the students went in through the large gate to the school in order to get to their dorms. For Daiki the goal wasn't really to go home at the moment. Right now he just wanted to think, and what better a template to satisfy the philosophical mind than the quiet streets of a city at night. Considering the circumstances of his extra-curricular activities, he had an alibi in wandering the city this late as he could easily be going to some kind of shop to pick something up that he couldn't because of a busy day. That obviously wasn't the intention though, just wandering was. Winding through one street and then the next, something about the eight foot residential walls set up had a warming feel to them. He liked the blocky twisting and turning of some of these areas. Thinking about it, he remembered meeting a stray cat at a park around here. He'd named the cat Buu, since it had a scratch mark on it's nose. Short for Boo-boo, a cute little endearing name. The park would be a nice place to sit down and consult the skies above on the tasks accomplished and those yet to be undertaken. What could he say to garner the respect of his peers? Not in just any context, but his mind was on the Class President elections. A lot of them just thought he was a one-trick visage with no intricacy to his person. Just a walking clown, a one dimensional person. He recognized it was easy to fall into that trap of thinking, that people are as they appear on the cover. However that could damage his shot at the position, and he genuinely wanted to do good with it. After that came the Sports Festival and WOW was he exci- What he saw before him caused his mind to just stop thinking what it was thinking about. None of that mattered now, and what he saw before him wasn't... Disgusting. It was... Sad, too sad. Far too sad... Immediately in sight of the three here. The woman victim in all of this, the kid that he recognized as a third year and the culprit. Daiki held his breath a moment, because in all truth of the word seeing what he saw did instill fear. It did crush him, but he wouldn't let that show because that's not what is needed right now. With determined steps he had immediately started to do what he thought was right. His movements were so... Restrained, it was clear that there was such a vivid response he wanted to give, that he just wanted to immediately bash in and kill whatever did this in return. It's Human nature to be like that, and it's up to Humans to be better than their nature. Moving towards the body while keeping an eye on the obvious vicious Villain, he took a knee next to them no matter what that meant. A palm extended out and lightly closed their eyes. They didn't deserve this. A person just living their life and pushing forward. Hell, they might not have even been plagued by ill feelings. They could've been so happy, going home after a good day. The tragedy here right now was insurmountable, and Daiki would never forget the person that he had failed to be there for. Truly, there were a lot of people. However the blood was still fresh, if he'd ran where he was going he probably would've been there to protect them. He stood back up. He had no advanced Hero training, minimal but crucial experience and nothing to gain from doing something like this. He had nothing to prove inside of himself, no material benefit, and was looking for no admiration from those that had found themselves in this predicament with him. Instead he stood up to both feet. Standing tall and proud. His body started to glow slightly around his veins, a soft yellow that was slowly changing color almost like a lava lamp. A soft yellow into a green. As the color transitioned into a deep sea blue that signature mark started to appear. That smile, and he'd pound a fist against his chest, speaking outwards. " Ma'am. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe." He said with confidence in his voice. He knew not of her quirk, but if she looked within him she'd be able to see a deep routed fear but surmounting it an overwhelming bravery and a genuine selfless aspiration to do just as he said. Stepping between her and the Villain he got ready for a fight. The rules didn't matter right now, lives did. Exchanging an unspoken glance with Sun-hee he'd give a nod. He knew his fellow UA student wouldn't accept not helping. That's just how most kids at UA were, even if he said he'd protect them too. So he just turned back towards the Villain and prepared for a fight. A Hero has to start being a true Hero at some point.word count here ● @taghere ● notes here [attr="class","sinner2"] [attr="class","sinnerlyric"]ANTHEM
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Post by Kazane Eia on May 15, 2019 3:24:49 GMT
Kazane was no stranger to dark nights and mysterious happenings. Her training with Sunday-sensei had prepared her for this very type of work... sticking to the shadows! Or, she'd be doing that if it was a patrol night. Rather, she was more on a walk of her own volition. The stuffy rented apartments they stayed in could only be so comfortable, and more often than not this is how she relieved her stress. Sunday-sensei often was up at this time anyway, clacking away on the legacy laptop he carried around, doing one thing or the other.
They were in Musutafu for untold reasons (she wasn't exactly known to be... not impulsive), so when she declared that she was going out - he had given a small grunt and a nod, confirmation he'd be waiting. Usually that meant an hour before he came searching. Regardless, it wasn't as if she planned on getting into trouble tonight.
Yet, upon entering the park, fate had decided differently. She was dressed casually, a bookbag slung from her shoulder - red hair tied in a comfortable ponytail. Within her bag, was a rule breaker. Sunday always said: "If you don't plan on playing Hero, don't carry your damn costume around." ...Kazane was always hoping there'd be a need for it, though.
Her sword may or may also have been stashed in a hidden compartment along the fabric, not that she'd ever tell him that. So that was why she paused - senses tingling as she glanced around. Her lips drew into a thin line, Kazane making a split decision to change. Uncorking the temporary hair dye she had for... emergencies (and hadn't taken from Sunday's stash), she titled her head back and applied it as quick as she could without spilling it everywhere. Stuffing her normal clothes back into the same bag (along with retrieving her totally legal weapon), she summarily threw it in a nearby bush to get later.
Maybe her instincts were wrong! Maybe she was just really itching for action! Which.. wasn't wrong. She was. Something told her otherwise, though. A creeping, horrid feeling that slithered up her back and- shaking her head she released a puff of breath into the cool air, blinking and adjusting her mask, she set off.
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Tracks. Not shoe-prints, or even normal animal trails. Something big with talon-tipped feet came through here, erratic footsteps seemingly wandering about without a particular destination. She frowned, unable to decipher any of the finer details her mentor no doubt would've. "Unless an innocent's life is literally about to end, always ALWAYS gain information on a foe first. Whether that comes in the form of computer files or physical evidence." Something, perhaps a person with a mutation or transformation Quirk, had been roaming around in the shrubbery.
It didn't sit right with the redhead, Kazane opting to follow the winding path before her. She stopped cold when something caught her eye. A dark patch of dirt. Her fingers gently reached out, gloved tips lightly scooping some of the soil up. Slightly wet, and with a dark red tinge. Kazane didn't verbally react, instead reaching to unclip and draw her sword.
A few more meters, ahead, back unto a path, a few figures were milling about. Curious but wary, she stuck to the shadows, attempting to glean information. Looked like an adult woman and two... male(?) teenagers were with here, possibly Hero students based on the way they addressed her. So, probably not Villains.
She'd been about to reveal herself when it happened. Skulking from another set of foliage not too far from where she was, appeared a literal monster. It appeared like a grayish cross between a full quadruped and biped, spine and back arced in a predator-like manner, it's jaws opened and hissed at the sight of the people before it.
Kazane suddenly realized it would attack soon, and she didn't have a *direct* confirmation that the two were actual Hero students. If they were just civilians acting tough... crap. She grimaced, sliding her sword unto her second back-sheath, and drawing her arms back. Half running and half rolling out of cover, she dove forward in a quick movement, Landing within five meters of the beast, and thrust both her arms at once. They bulked for a split second, a crack ringing out as two pillars of air near exploded from her limbs, impacting the monster and hopefully sending it (at the very least) sliding back from the force of the impact.
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Michiko could tell her defiance was upsetting the younger teen, could literally see the colors of his threads starting to tinge with irritation. Granted she was being unnecessarily difficult, but he was just… a kid. Telling her what to do. Her own annoyance flared at the insinuation that she was the one in need of protection, that she was the weak link. The fact that his judgement of her was almost spot on only made her feel more frustrated. That coupled with her fear certainly wasn’t making her the most agreeable or rational person in that moment.[break][break]
Then came the comment to run, and her annoyance tipped more towards being pissed off. She was a grown woman dammit, but before she could snap back with a heated retort several things seemed to happen all at once and the words died in her throat.[break][break]
A second teenager made an appearance, and her eyes cautiously tracked his movement and his emotions as he knelt by the body of the woman, from her position she couldn’t tell why he’d done so. She could see his sadness however, and the same strange mixture of determination and something else she hadn’t been able to identify in the first teenager. Confidence? Excitement? Or perhaps it was courage in the face of fear she was seeing in them both. Her brows furrowed at the thought. Heroism, self-sacrifice, altruism, these were all things she herself had never felt. Nor were they things she normally saw in others. Humans by nature were often selfish, nothing given without something taken in return. Greedy and needy, and she was no better. But she didn’t have long to continue that train of thought before the sound of a heavy snap echoed through the air and suddenly the two teenagers both lit up in physical colors, illuminating them even more to her and bringing forth a fresh wave of pain coursing through her head. They were too bright.[break][break]
The threat of an attack however took precedence over the discomfort the two teens caused her quirk, and she didn’t dare release it. At the very least with it active she’d be able to keep track of the living, both good and bad. So, she turned her gaze from the teens, one who’d said she’d was a liability and the other proclaiming he’d keep her safe. Later, if she survived this night that is, she’d allow herself to wonder how in hell she’d ended up in such a situation where kids were preparing to face off against a literal murder. For now, she absolutely needed to focus on the present happenings.[break][break]
Body turning and stepping both away from the brightly lit teens and the source of the sound signaling the return of the killer her eyes finally caught sight of the horror she’d imagined when she’d first stumbled upon the body. And it truly was a monstrosity, she couldn’t make out much of its hulking form hidden in the shadows off the pathway, but its emotions were clear as day to her. Chaotic and writhing, riddled with a sickness that could only be described as madness. There was anger and hunger and pain all twisted together in a confusing tangle that made it difficult to pick out the individual threads. The sight of them made her blood turn to ice in her veins, fear taking hold of her once again.[break][break]
“It’s insane,” the words left her mouth in a breathless whisper, her thoughts spoken aloud as a warning to the others.[break][break]
There would be no reasoning with that thing, it was most likely well beyond any rational thought, driven only by the most basic primal urges and she didn’t dare make a move to flee. It was a predator, and the last thing she wanted to do was make herself appear as prey. She’d seen enough nature documentaries to know that the hunters always went after the weakest link, and despite the attention the two teens were drawing to themselves she wasn’t willing to bet that it would choose to leave her be.[break][break]
Sparing another glance at the two teenagers, Michi seriously hoped they had the skill to back up their confidence, because without a doubt this beast wasn’t going to take their posturing without retaliating in kind.[break][break]
She was adept enough with her own quirk to pick apart and see emotions, and to some extent alter their intensity, but she could only focus on one and before she even got the chance to decide upon one another sudden arrival caught her completely by surprise. This person though didn’t grace their arrival with words, and instead literally shoved the beast back with a shove of their hands and a resounding pop of air that had Michi’s ears ringing.[break][break]
By this point Michi was completely past her threshold of the number of insane things she could handle in a single night. A mutilated body, two teens ready to play the part of hero, a literal monster and now whoever this was.[break][break]
“What the fuck was that?!” Whether she was referencing the monster or literally any of the other senseless and improbable things that’d happened thus far was anyone’s guess.[break][break]
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Post by Sun-hee Gung on May 18, 2019 1:00:42 GMT
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Crackle, sparks of vermillion start to circulate around Sun-hee. They engulf him for only a moment, they dissipate as quirk as they appear and leave Sun-hee wearing a pair of gloves with long claws made of pure lightning. He nods at Daiki, he's seen him around before - he doesn't know much of him, honestly. Still, this makes the odds better - but honestly, this thing looks strong, It's strong enough to kill a bystander, so it's probably strong enough to kill Sun-hee.
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Exciting. "Mutation quirk?" He tries to answer her question, honestly. "Now, get the fuck back." His tone is harsh, quick, but not without merit as he charges forth. He's fast, even without using the speed enhancing part of his quirk.
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"Hey over here, monster monster." He taunts before his fist makes contact with the monster - an electric powered explosion erupts from his fist as he attempts to get his claws hooked in flesh.
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It's reckless, aggressive. There's a twinkle n his eye as he pulls away from the creature, attempt to sear and rip flesh. "That's right, keep your beady shit eyes on me, love."
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This is the civilian's opportunity to run, be safe. He hopes she takes it. "Come on, let's kill each other." He taunts, as he gestures for it to attack him. "I'll put you fucking down." Or he might die, who knows.
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His heart beats in his ears, the world feels like it slows down for a few moments. Adrenaline is a wonder drug, Sun-hee's fatal addiction. A berserker at heart. He licks his lips as excitement and fear radiate throughout his body - but there's still concern, concern for his younger classmate, the girl, the newcomer. They can't let this thing run off.
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Post by Daiki Satou on May 23, 2019 10:29:00 GMT
[attr="class","sinner"] [attr="class","sinner1"] [attr="class","sinback"] [attr="class","sinnert"] Things had kicked into motion. The tension in the air had reached a peak. The moment was elapsing of the beginning of what could be a gruesome end or success and there was no way to determine that, there was only confidence. Daiki was confident, but there were variables that needed to be considered beyond that to give the highest chance of success. Safety nets. The job of a Hero is first and foremost to protect people, and second is stopping Villains, the latter only because they actively endanger the former. Looking towards the creature that'd made itself known Daiki made some careful and quick observations that may or may not be decisive in the coming fight. Mutation quirk obviously, streamlined body that looks agile and potent. It didn't look physically strong but instead it was weaponized. The problem in all of that wasn't the weaponized body but rather the agility. Judging from Sun-hee and the Wind quirk user, plus what he knew he could do it wasn't like they were slow. However speed and agility are two different things. Agility is what can catch a glass tipped off a counter, but most importantly in this context avoid and capitalize on the clumsiness of others. Sun-hee and the woman might be fast, they might also be agile, but this thing looks made for efficient movement and predatory objectives. Daiki's concern was the current moment. With that observation paired with the fact that communications seemed down, that drew another conclusion. While this thing might be deranged and insane it was still a Villain. It was still a person and it was still very well aware. It was mindless in a sense but just like in the same sense a meth addict would be. Desperate for that next fix, but not completely ignorant of reality. It was clever enough to take out service, because in the suburbs of Musutafu this was completely unwarranted for sheer chance or coincidence. That meant that it was clever enough to not fight a battle it didn't think it would win. Three against one? It looked mean, but it also knew what Heroes were and Hero students. It likely knew that it could be in danger here, that it had gotten too much attention. Though it also came out into the open and confronted them. Why? The answer was simple. It probably wanted to gun it for either the corpse on the ground or the vulnerable civilian. Either way that meant that it wouldn't just throw itself at Sun-hee in a brawl, it would probably try to dodge of Satou's logic was sound. Then it would burst around him and to the civilians to kill them and drag them off. At that point it'd have gotten away and with it coiling swiftly through different yards and small streets it could lose them in no time. That meant that he needed to proactively react. He needed to anticipate where it was going so that if he was right he'd catch it straight and center. His body started to course with energy; not the kind Hinamori could perceive, but a very physical arc of static on his skin with a glow across his body. Despite staying entirely still his body started off yellow and shifted green, then cobalt and finally a brighter blue. He just sat there tensed and ready to burst into action. The vigilante was taking the initiative and attacking from one side, Sun-hee was going straight at it. That meant it had one place to go. Manoeuvring in the air without a quirk to do so is a bad choice considering that leaves the opponent to only anticipate gravity, so if it leapt that would be a strategic issue. That left one option if it went to dodge and capitalize on the aggression of the others. To dodge right, around Sun-hee and away from the Vigilante. That's where Daiki would go, and with a burst of blue energy he clocked at around thirty miles per hour accelerating in a moment, heading in the tailwind of Sun-hee. At the last moment anticipating the dodge he'd swerve from Sun-hee's back and go to cover the left bringing a fist up high. Watching the creature if it had tried to dodge Sun-hee and the other, he'd go to slam a fist right into the side of that voracious head it has. With a force enough to send a town-car rolling across a road at that, it was decisive lest it be durable; which'd be no surprise. The kid made no callouts, likely since that would make it aware of his intentions. It would also make Sun-hee's and the others actions more genuine and believable for a large scale feint if it did play out that way. Now it was time to see where that left them. At the very least he hoped to cut off the creatures escape if he didn't hit it. It getting passed them was another potential qualification for failure. He wouldn't let that happen. [attr="class","sinner2"] [attr="class","sinnerlyric"]ANTHEM
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