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PLAYED BY Mako9890
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quirk Pyroclasm
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alias Wisp
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Post by Wisp on Jan 2, 2019 23:16:28 GMT
"Hey, don't say I didn't warn you." Wisp mumbled as he turned the package over and located the buttons that his colleague mentioned. He did exactly as instructed, first pressing the left button, then the right five times in sequence. He understood not wanted to arm the thing on accident, but why was the start up such a random sequence? Couldn't a switch have done the job easily enough? He mentally shrugged as the display flickered to life, showing a readout of '15:00'. It hung there for just a few moments before starting to count down, at which point the thief tucked it into the corner and got back to his feet. No time to waste now.
As he stepped out into the middle of the rooftop, Wisp quickly checked the his suit readout to make sure the settings were correct and then braced himself. He took a deep breath in as he summoned the fire within, a high pitch whine gradually welling up from his body, almost like the sound of a turbine spinning up. The vents along the back of his body began to hiss as the furnace roared to life, tiny streams of smoke leaking out just before they hit their breaking point. A second later, a cloud of ash exploded out of the boy's back, rapidly propelling him forward as pressurized streams trailed in his wake. As the edge of the roof suddenly rushed towards him, he kicked off and used the thrust to easily clear the gap to the next building, then the next, and the next.
Within a few seconds he reached a speed of about 60 kilometers per hour, becoming a streak of grey over the streets of Namba. The systems in his suit dyed the ash white and reduced the density of the clouds, helping it to disperse more quickly and, hopefully, draw less attention. As mentioned earlier, people in the city tended to rarely ever look up anyway, this was just a little bit of insurance. He wasn't particularly worried about someone noticing him, but he soon found his brain straining to keep up with his pace. Running along the rooftops already took a decent amount of concentration to keep from losing your footing or misjudging distance, but at this speed it was downright dangerous. He had to constantly adjust his path, planning out his steps as far in advance as he could to avoid the clutter that covered the tops of these buildings. The vents on his sides fired periodically as he corrected his course, darting around exhausts, vaulting over heating units, and ducking under billboards. Most probably had the good sense to avoid something so hazardous, but under his visor Wisp's face was locked in a huge grin as his adrenaline went up through the roof.
The world around Wisp seemed to slow down to a crawl as his heart rate soared, but even still it felt like he'd arrived at his next objective in the blink of an eye. As he approached the flower shop, he broke into a slide, the jets on his hands and feet flaring as he attempted to slow himself down. He slid off the roof and down into the alleyway behind the shop, hitting the brick wall on the opposite side a bit harder than intended before using his thrust to cushion the fall to the ground below. Landing in a crouch, the villain waited a few seconds for his hands to cool before reaching for the second explosive. It seemed that his partner took his suggestion of making this one bigger than the first. Good, that'd really help sell the diversion. Repeating the arming process with this one, Wisp dropped the package behind a dumpster that rested against the flower shop wall, and immediately got moving again.
"You there, Strings? The second parcel's been delivered, on my way back." He reported as he scrambled up a nearby fire escape. Once he was back onto the roof it took a few moments for him to build up speed again, but soon enough he was rocketing back toward their meeting spot. Honestly, he didn't have a clue how much time had passed since he started moving, checking would just eat up time and it's not like knowing would let him go any faster. Speaking of which, it was starting to get pretty hot. As he continued to push himself forward, Wisp could feel the fire of the furnace spreading out from his stomach. His whole body was heating up, especially around the vents, which were glowing red by now and adding an orange blaze to his trail. His skin was pretty good at standing up to high temperatures, but it was reaching the limits of its tolerance.
By the time his destination came into view, Wisp was sure that he had some light burns forming on his back. Hopefully he wouldn't need to be using those particular jets for the rest of this job. Hopping off the roof, he slowed his fall with a quick burst and proceeded to let his momentum die naturally as he slid on his padded knees into the back alley where he and his partner were meant to meet. As he finally skid to a stop, Wisp bashed a release on the side of his helmet and his visor opened up, exposing his mouth while keeping most of his face concealed. With labored breaths and fresh steam flowing off the red hot vents, he reached into his bag and produced a bottle of water, which he then proceeded to guzzle down as fast as he could.
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PLAYED BY Ramune
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quirk Fantoccini
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alias Marionettist
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 4, 2019 20:37:48 GMT
Strings...Aya audibly sighed at the new nickname. Why did every idiot in the whole of the Villain circuit seem unable to just say names correctly??? In any case, he glanced at his clock on the phone and it showed him they were on track. Wonderful. He was used to everything going amazingly wrong by now from past experiences, so he had thought of some back up plans but they didn't seem necessary. Well, that was a nice change. The first bomb had exploded without an issue, it seemed according to the tracking on his phone. "...alright..." The tone of disdain at his new nickname was rather clear but he wasn't going to pull a job upside down because of it. He waited for a few minutes longer, and he saw someone he was pretty sure was Wip approach him. Glancing at his device, he saw the second had gone off also. Great. Now they wait 5 mins or so, then make their way into the building. Was that...steam coming off of Wisp? He could swear he could also see heat rising off the other man's body in the cold winter air. "...are you okay?" Aya asked in his eternally monotone voice, raising a brow in question. Though one would assume from the looks of things, the man wasn't totally alright but well, it was courtesy to ask. "It seems both of the devices went off with no issues, we can enter in a couple of minutes and proceed as planned."
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PLAYED BY Mako9890
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quirk Pyroclasm
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alias Wisp
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Post by Wisp on Jan 5, 2019 15:56:23 GMT
Thank god it was winter. As the water hit his stomach, Wisp could feel the fire start to wane, and that combined with the December air helped cool his body back down before he could do any more damage to himself. That rapid change in temperature did however increase the amount of steam that was pouring off him however, cloaking his form in thin white mist for several seconds while his body normalized. As he tucked the water bottle back into his bag, Wisp glanced up to see the Marionettist standing over him. "Just peachy..." He muttered through heavy breathing, taking a moment to finish catching his breath before continuing. "Turns out I probably shouldn't push that hard for fifteen minutes straight." A moment later a distant rumble reached his ears, not unlike the sound of thunder. Of course, there wasn't a cloud in the sky right now. "...Make that closer to twenty... damn." He rolled his shoulders a bit and was rewarded with a stinging sensation from his back.
Wisp got back to his feet as his partner gave a report of their current situation. "...Just give me a minute and I'll be ready to go." The trip had ending up taking him a few minutes longer than he'd expected if the second bomb was already going off, hell he hadn't even noticed the first one. While it wasn't enough of a problem to interfere with their plans, it did irritate him a fair bit. He let out a deep breath and shut his visor again, watching to make sure that the display reinitialized before turning to Marion with a nod. "Alright, I'm good. You ever manage to get into their comms?" He moved up toward the end of the alley and glanced out toward the target building. Already he could see a whole bunch of people streaming out into the streets from the club, most with notably confused expressions on their faces. It was always nice when idiots acted exactly the way you wanted them to. "Looks like they're clearing out now. Let's get in there."
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quirk Fantoccini
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 6, 2019 0:10:50 GMT
So... he's basically like a steam train...The offhanded thought that popped into Aya's mind as he watched the other man compose himself, his lavender-grey eyes taking in information silently. If he was to work in the future with this man, he probably should assess Wisp further and work out some ways to mitigate, or at least delay this overheat type situation that seemed to happen but well now he knew. This was his limit when using his quirk to move fast. Fair enough, the more information he knew the better for next time. "I have, I'm going to connect now hopefully as there should be many people on it now so I won't be noticed as much." Aya replied, he had found out the information from the backdoor he had installed into the computer back in the larger office they decided not to bomb, which for some reason was still plugged in. They really...needed to retrieve it one day before someone realised and they got into trouble, seeing as last time they were in there, (and the plan was to remove the said USB a few minutes later) they were in no position to be able to do so. He muted himself to the channel as he connected to the signal he had pre turned himself into. It was mainly people rushing being told to go to the two sites they had hit. "Yes, we should be fine to enter." He nodded, waiting until the men had disappeared down the road before making his move, entering the club.
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PLAYED BY Mako9890
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quirk Pyroclasm
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alias Wisp
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Post by Wisp on Jan 8, 2019 2:22:29 GMT
With the vast majority of their opposition vanishing from sight, Wisp and his partner were able to walk right up to the front door. As they passed through the entrance, they were immediately greeted by a small room the contained nothing but a single door and the rather large man that stood before it. Immediately upon hearing the door the bouncer glanced up, the frustration that'd he'd been left behind clear on his face as he practically glared at the intruders. "We're closed for the day, I'm going to need you two to turn right around and get out the hell of here." Wisp tilted his head as he approached the man, LEDs on his visor lighting up in the shape of a question mark. "Well that's not right... We have a reservation, you see, we really must get in." The Yakuza's glare sharpened and he stood up straight, took a step forward, and thrust out his chest, doing his best to look intimidating. "Are you idiots deaf? I said we're-" The second he was close enough, Wisp's hand shot out and slammed into the man's diaphragm. The bouncer's whole body tensed and bent over slightly, though shear fortitude stopped him from doubling over as the air rushed from his lungs. On instinct he threw a punch in retaliation, but the thief side stepped and reached up to cover the man's mouth, grip tightening on his face as shifted his weight and took a step forward. A sharp hiss sounded as the jets along the villain's arms and legs fired and the room was quickly filled with a thin haze of smoke. The sudden thrust made the pair lurch forward, Wisp carrying the man's skull directly into the door that he was guarding with a harsh crack. The wooden frame could only hold up to the sustained force for a moment before it splintered and gave way, smoke pouring into the hall as Wisp carried his victim down to the marble floor. With a quick swipe at his suit's controls, the display on the inside of Wisp's visor swapped to thermal imaging, and he glanced up to see two heat sources in the hall ahead of him. "Two ahead. I've got the one on the right, you take the other, Marie." He spoke through his headset as he threw himself forward, streaking right past the closer of the two bewildered guards and diving at the other. Wisp crashed into the man with a shoulder check then clenched his left first hard as he pinned him to the wall. Again, he let the furnace within roar to life, a high pitch whine rising up from his hand as a point of orange light formed within the shroud of smoke. Just as the guard started to recover from the sudden impact, he looked down to see a glowing hand reaching up out of the cloud and toward his chest. His eyes went wide. A moment later the light erupted outward and washed over the man as a lance of ash and flame tore into him and set his lungs ablaze. |
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quirk Fantoccini
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 8, 2019 22:35:59 GMT
The gust of wind Wisp created in moving ruffled Aya's hair, and he supposed now they were in (and kind of killed a man already) it was fine to look like a blatant villain and so pulled out his actual villain mask, putting it on before removing his surgical mask. Ugh, he hated those things, it was so stuffy to wear. Okay, at least now he could actually talk properly and clearly also. Maybe he should have brought Ore with him. Maybe. It would have been a nice chance to actually use him in combat... oh well, a bit too late now, Aya supposed as he walked behind the other man who had just put the body down he had slammed onto the door. Once they were in, he sighed loudly at his new nickname. Was this guy changing what he was calling him each time? Seriously??"My name is The Marionettist.." Aya corrected in his deadpan tone, though as he spoke, he moved his hand from his side were it had been resting, and half a dozen knives slid out of their holsters by his waist in a fan-like shape behind him. He raised his arm, the blades rising before he sprinted a little forwards before pointing forwards, the blades grouping up together and shooting towards the remaining guard, embedding themselves in his neck. Aya then opened his hand into a spread palm, the blades spreading out at the motion, taking the man's head off with it. All the while he was studying Wisp and his suit. It was pretty cool and hi tech, he kinna liked it. What could it do? Who made it? What were the functions on it? He also kind of wanted to take it apart to see what it was like inside. (Both the suit AND Wisp's limbs, though he guessed both would be a bad thing to attempt to do anytime soon.) Walking past the headless body (he was happy for once he wasn't the one standing next to the body that was spraying blood), he came face to face with the man at the front desk who was staring at them both as if they had just charged in and killed two people. A small twitch of the violet-haired villain's finger brought the knives he had used coming flying back to him, luckily missing anyone he wasn't meant to hit. "...we are looking to make a withdrawal." He said simply, expressionless as always. |
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quirk Pyroclasm
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alias Wisp
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Post by Wisp on Jan 9, 2019 18:13:43 GMT
Damn that still stung. Wisp flexed his arm a few times as he stepped out of the cloud, ribbons of black smoke pouring out from the still-glowing vent on his left wrist. He had only stored up enough force to get the job done, but even still he could feel a searing sensation running all along his forearm. A glance to the side revealed a new, headless corpse where the other guard had been standing. That was fast. Hell, he hadn't even seen what happened, but the ring of bloody knives were a pretty good indication. Maybe, just maybe, he should ease off on teasing this guy a bit.
Nah.
Still, the element of surprise was a hell of a thing; they'd taken down three guys in a matter of seconds. Sure, they might have overdone it a bit, as the burning hunk of flesh and the free rolling cranium could attest to, but it certainly got their message across. Wisp followed in step behind his partner as they approached the guy at the front desk. The Marionettist's words seemed to snap the man out of some kind of trance, though he didn't quite seem to register what was said. The thief recognized the look in his eyes; it was a look of panic, a look of desperation, a look of someone who was about to do something incredibly stupid.
The man's arm twitched as if he were reaching for something under the desk, but he stopped dead as Wisp called out to him. "Now wait a second there. I want you to think long and hard about what you're about to do, friend. Say you've got a gun under there. Do you really think you can beat us to the draw? Even if by some miracle you could, you'll only get one of us, I can promise that. So what if it's an alarm button instead? Well, in that case you still die, but so do all of your buddies that show up to see whats going on. What? You think that they'll beat us if they've got numbers? Nah. Take a look over there." He stepped to the side and gestured to the entryway, where the smoke had cleared enough so that all three of the corpses were visible from the desk. "That's what's waiting for them. You really want that on your conscience in the afterlife? So again, you can die here, or you can give us what we want and still walk out alive. Think about it buddy, and think real hard."
The man blinked several times as a million thoughts raced through his head, and then opened his mouth to answer. No words would come out, but after a moment he nodded and his shaking hands started to fumble with the desk drawer until Wisp stopped him again. "Ah-Ah, not that one. I'm afraid we need to make a rather large withdrawal" The man froze again as he swallowed hard, and then nodded again before slowly making his way out from behind the desk. Wisp gestured for him to lead the way and then fell in line right behind him as the man moved for the hallway. "Good choice."
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quirk Fantoccini
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 9, 2019 21:28:31 GMT
Aya had noticed that Wisp had been moving his arm as if it test it, wondering if there was something wrong? Overuse? Injury? Sprain? Something else? A few ideas of what it could be sprang to mind, but well he wasn't sure how he could assist without knowing the other better, which was a shame, really. If they could just synch information like computers, that would make things way simpler, but alas, technology hadn't advanced that much yet. So people without some kind of telepathy quirk or some ability to lift memories and thoughts out of people... meaning around 90% of the population had to make do with actually talking and communicating physically and verbally. How annoying. Maybe he should develop something to cut the need for it. As they started to walk down the corridor to the back office, Aya remembered something. "Stop." He said and after a moment the trio did just that, and Aya walked over to the trembling man, tiny metal sphere held in between his thumb and index finger. he separated his fingers and the ball simply stayed where it was, suspended in the air as if by invisible string. He then moved over to the man's neck, dragging his thumb and index finger over the man's throat, and the metal ball seemed to attach itself around his neck, a thin halo forming around his neck like an invisible choker where Aya was holding it to the man's neck with his strings. "If you try anything, and I mean even if you somehow managed to kill me, the bomb by your neck has no delay it will just go off and blow your head off." He kind of wanted to make it go off anyway, to test how strong the mini mini bomb was. It was far smaller than his usual explosives he made, so he wanted to know how much damage it would do to someone close range. "Carry on." He said waving the man forwards, falling back again where he had been walking before. The man finally got to a door where he typed in a combination number before they got into the cash room, where a lone, rather old looking safe sat. Aya jammed a chair that was inside, along with a fire extinguisher at the door so it wouldn't close and slow down their escape. The man looked at both of the villains standing behind him and hesitated for a moment before he felt the slight squeeze of the bomb being pressed to his neck and started to put in the code to open the safe, the bleeps of numbers being put in and the man's panicked breathing the only thing filling the room. A moment later, a creak was heard as the safe door was opened, revealing at least 10 million, if not a bit more inside in bundled 10,000yen notes. |
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quirk Pyroclasm
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Post by Wisp on Jan 11, 2019 15:34:50 GMT
As their way down the hallway, the Marionettist suddenly called for them to stop. Wisp cocked an eyebrow beneath his visor but stepped aside to make room for the other man regardless. It seemed that he wanted just a bit more insurance when it came to their 'willing' assistant. The thief could understand the sentiment, every bit of weight they added to the man's mind would make him more hesitant to try to pull something. Of course too much pressure could make a person snap, but at this point they had enough of a backup plan that that wasn't too much of a concern. Wisp had to admit though, he was curious at just how much of a punch his partner had managed to pack into the little marble. Given the placement, it really didn't need to be much to get the job done.
Once the Marionettist was satisfied, they started moving again. Wisp payed careful attention whenever they moved past a doorway, making sure that there weren't any unwanted encounters waiting for them. They'd both seen the floor plan for the club, so they'd know immediately if their guide tried to take them anywhere but where they wanted to go. Luckily, it seemed that this guy actually valued his life, and that the remaining staff were off in some other part of the building... unless of course they'd actually only left 4 people behind.
After a few tense minutes of navigating the halls, they finally came to the vault and the man entered the combination to open the door. Moving inside, Wisp kept an eye on their guest while his partner went about securing the exit, just in case. There was always a chance that the safe could have a built in dummy code, one that triggers some sort of trap or silent alarm when entered. Were the Yakuza that smart? Or that paranoid? It was sometimes hard to tell the difference between the two. He kinda doubted that they'd take such a precaution, but all his experience still left him a bit surprised when the door popped open without any issue, revealing the prize for the day. It was always kind of hard not to get excited in front of this much cash, but Zephyr had already drilled into his head that the job wasn't over until you made your exit.
"Looks like you were right after all." He said as he plopped down his bag in front of the safe and opened it up. He really hadn't been expecting the intimidation tactics to work out so well, but it was hard to argue with the results. The question was, was this guy just trying to save his own skin, or did they manage to convince him that he'd just be sending his friends to their deaths? He pondered it briefly as he transferred the cash to his bag before deciding it probably wasn't actually important. At the end of they day, they won and he lost, that's about it. Speaking of which...
Wisp turned off his helmet's speakers as he zipped the bag shut and spoke directly into his headset. That was always a plus that came with his suit; people couldn't hear him talk unless he wanted them to. "So what are we doing with this guy?" He stared at the man through the corner of his eye and he could see him start to fidget nervously. Wisp always found it amusing that people could tell he was looking at them even through the tinted out visor. Having cooperated with them or not, the guy was still yakuza, and a witness was still a witness.
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quirk Fantoccini
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 12, 2019 2:05:54 GMT
Actually, from experience Aya knew that Yakuza weren't that smart, or maybe the criminal underworld was really that peaceful up till now that high security wasn't that needed- then again, it wasn't like it was billions of yen, he supposed. They as a whole organisation wouldn't miss it all that much. He watched as his accomplice filled the bag, so far so good but well he guessed there was the slight task of getting out that was now upcoming. He could hear on his headset through the comm that some men were requested to attend the building they were at, as some disturbance had been reported. Well, disturbance was one way to put it... Once he had seen Wisp was done, Aya's deadpan gaze went up to the man was was trembling and staring at the two. It was time for an experiment! Even pointlessly useless humans like this guy had their uses. As if to reply to the question asked in his ear, Aya simply flicked his index finger up a little and a small pin was pulled from the small ball at the man's neck with a metallic pinging sound, as if an invisible hand had pulled it. Immediately after, a small bang was heard and a spray of blood erupted from the man's head, a decently large hole appearing at his throat as the body crashed backwards, wet gurgling sounds still coming from the twitching body. Aya walked over casually to it, crouching down and prodding the body to try and get the light to hit the wound better to try and analyse how much damage had been done. Maybe he could make it a tiny bit stronger so it would blow the head clean off. Maybe. One didn't want to chance anything, right? Like with all zombie games, it was always best to completely destroy the head. Well, that was something up for revision when he got home! "Alright. I suppose we should leave..." He said, his tone saying he was done with whatever he wanted to know as he turned, walking out of the door. "I'll cover, we may run into some people on the way out." A sweep of his right arm brought out another line of knives, his left hand at his waist just incase he needed to throw his slightly bigger cylinders at people. Yeah, he really should have come with Ore. Ugh. |
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quirk Pyroclasm
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Post by Wisp on Jan 14, 2019 19:16:20 GMT
As Wisp was staring the man down, he suddenly heard a sharp popping noise and felt something wet splash against his right side. A solid third of his visor was obscured by a fresh blood splatter. Well, that hadn't exactly been unexpected. Wisp sighed as he brought a hand up to his helmet and pushed a wave of ash through the soiled side of his suit. Within a matter of seconds the high temperatures did their job cleaning up the mess, turning the blood to cinders and sweeping it away. "Not even a warning, eh?" The thief grumbled as he stood back up and brushed the last of the dust from his visor.
He offered only a passing glance at the corpse as he stepped over it an through the doorway. He was right, the blast really didn't need to be all that big... though the noise had been a bit louder than a fire cracker. If there were actually any people still left inside the club, they probably had heard that, at least one of them would be coming to investigate, right? Maybe a bit more of a distraction was in order now... On their first trip through the halls, Wisp had spied a bar through one of the doorways, that would do just fine. "Hope you don't mind if I take a quick detour. I don't know about you, but I've had enough of this place."
Coming up to the door in question, Wisp took a quick second to make sure he was in the clear, then stepped in and tensed up his armed again. This one didn't need to be all that strong, he just needed a bit of fire. Another high pitched whine built up until a blast of flame erupted from the thief's wrist, aimed directly at the bar's alcohol display. The pressure of the expanding gas caused a few of the bottles to shatter instantly, allowing the fire to take over as it came into contact with the exposed alcohol. The far end of the counter was almost immediately engulfed in flame, and Wisp was satisfied that the chain reaction with the rest of the display would finish the job.
"That ought to help keep them busy." He chuckled as he fell back into position behind The Marionettist. He always hated these types of places.
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 15, 2019 23:25:33 GMT
Aya watched Wisp clean himself off and wished he could do the same when he got splattered with blood, that looked pretty handy. Mutation quirks for you... They seemed pretty handy to be honest, he wasn't sure why his wasn't a mutation when his detested father, who he had ended up inheriting most of his quirk from, was. He probably had to thank that woman for that. Seeing as hers was an emitting quirk... It didn't help he didn't get the useful, healing part of her damn quirk.
In general, life seemed to give him the worst hand at times, to the point he could be convinced if he was even slightly delusional it was done intentionally, someone somewhere really hated him... or maybe just he was hated by life itself. Or RNG was just that much of a bitch. Probably the last was the correct answer. As they started to leave, he wondered what the hell Wisp wanted to do when he said he wanted a detour, but nodded. He guessed they still had a bit of time... Ah. So that's what he wanted to do. Well, it suited them to do that, really, as it will burn all the evidence so it was a good move as much as it was just rather satisfying to see trash go up in flames. Aya held his hand towards the thin, cheap looking drapes hanging above the bar and after a few moments, it ripped clean off the rails and fell into the fire on the display, feeding the flame even more as the violet haired villain casually rubbed his thumb over his fingers to cut the connection. "I suppose we should get going." He said as the fire alarm finally started to ring, filling the whole building with the loud metalic din. Quickly tracking their steps the way they came, but halfway down the hallway making a sharp left to the side entrance they had been standing at earlier. Sliding the deadbolt open and pushing the fire escape open, they were hit with cold evening air. "...half is yours. Other half, put it in the same locker as I used and send me the QR code." Aya said as he turned to the other man. He was pretty sure Wisp wasn't dumb enough to run off with all the money- or he would go after him and really, it wasn't worth it for 5 million. And well if the other man thought his life was only worth that much... fair enough. But from analysis of the other villain the past few times he had encountered him, it was around a 20% chance this would happen. Thus, acceptable perimeters to proceed. |
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Post by Wisp on Jan 18, 2019 18:34:02 GMT
Wisp nodded in approval as the Marionettist added a bit of fuel to the pile, allowing the blaze to spread even faster. He braced himself for the coming deluge once he heard the fire alarms kick in, but it never came. He glanced up at the ceiling with a cocked eyebrow. There were definitely things that looked like sprinklers up there, were these idiots really dumb enough to pinch pennies on safety codes? If that was the case then this whole building was toast. While there were no signs of any sort of fire suppression, he did hear quite a bit of shouting from back down the hall. Guess there were a few more Yakuza in the place after all, and now they were dealing with bloody inferno. They can have fun with that one.
Following his partner, Wisp soon found himself back in the crisp December air. "Well, that was easy enough." A few hours prep and a good half hour of actual work net them both a little over 5 million each, not a bad deal at all. The thief nodded at his colleague's instructions for the drop off, it had been a simple enough affair to pick up the explosives in the first place, so the method had already proven itself effective. It was a bit interesting that such a calculating individual would trust someone else, let alone a self-proclaimed thief, to handle the division of spoils. Hell, it'd be the easiest thing in the world to short the guy a million since they didn't know the exact total, but then again Wisp liked to think that he'd proven his capability as a professional, and that wasn't a reputation he felt like risking over some extra pocket change. No, he'd follow through on his end with no trickery. Honor among thieves and all that.
"Alright, We split off here and I'll get it there by midnight." Wisp stepped past the man and out into the alley. With the door closed behind them, he could hear the sounds of firetruck sirens in the distance, though it was hard to know whether they were headed to the club or either of the two bomb sites. Half the city would be in chaos, and that suited their escape just fine. "If you've got any more brilliant schemes, you know how to contact me. See you around, puppet show." With one last wave over his shoulder and a smirk concealed under his visor, Wisp ducked out of the alley and vanished into the streets.
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PLAYED BY Ramune
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quirk Fantoccini
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alias Marionettist
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Post by The Marionettist on Jan 19, 2019 22:59:41 GMT
Well, from the last few experiences with the Yakuza, Aya wasn't really expecting much. Though he had to admit, Sen's uncle (the head of the clan that controlled this part of Osaka) really should up his game if he was to survive what was coming to him. Or maybe he was just too busy worrying about his own skin to really put much thought into smaller places like this. Who knows. "Alright. I will be in touch..." Aya sighed at yet another new name the other man had given him. Okay, he got it now. This guy thought he was smart enough to make a new name each time he addressed him. Surely he would run out sooner or later? He could only roll his eyes behind his mask and sigh. Well, from what he gathered from other people who liked giving and using nicknames (which was almost everyone it seemed in the villain circuit) there was not much point in correcting them, as they just did it to get a reaction out of the target, and therefore they would never correct their behavior... "...and my name is The Marionettist." ...but he had to correct them anyway. He just couldn't let it slide, that would not be right.And this guy had not even seen his marionettes to be able to address him as such. God. Aya walked the opposite direction to Wisp, getting to the end of the alley before swapping his mask for a surgical mask instead, taking a few more smaller roads onto the main stretch, before disappearing into the mass of people starting to fill Namba in the evening. Well, that went pretty well. He could get used to things going like this, it was better for his heart and sanity. |
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