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Ishtar has given you a mission...

CLAIM THEIR TOOLS AS OUR OWN!

This thread is open primarily to Villains. I will be playing the defenders in this scenario. If a hero would like to join please contact me ahead of time.


10:45 PM - Tokyo Bay, Tokyo, Japan


The message came in shortly after the initial call to arms for Operation Babel. Another playful message from the White Queen.

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Hello lovelies!

Ishtar here, inviting those of you getting this message to a very special party out in the harbor tonight. A ship bearing treasure is heading out to sea this evening! 

I have attached coordinates to a hangar near the bay, there you will find helicopters and a team ready to support you. Take the ship and install the team as the new crew. 

Don't be shy while you're there, take whatever you can carry. Enjoy it. The treasure on that ship will be the foundation of our new Villain Society.

I will be your distraction, tonight, I debut in Shibuya.

I believe in you, dearies,

Ishtar

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The helicopter blades roared above the troop transport craft that had launched one by one from the unmarked hangar. The vessels carried no distinguishing emblems or imagry save for the freshly added ENKI star on the side of them. On board each were a dozen men kitted out in quirker-era riot gear and armed to the teeth.

Beneath the craft, Tokyo Harbor stretched out, with a single dark shape moving through the water in an effort to escape the violence plaguing the city. A enormous cargo ship marked with huge white letters: 'ASTA' NCS Sakuga.

This was not just any raid, this was a raid on one of the leading developers of quirk-related technology and weaponry. A cargo ship filled with deadly tools intended to be given to Heroes was now the target of an organized raid by Villains.

Even so, with the tools at their disposal, it would not be easy. ASTA had employed pro-heroes to protect such an important shipment and they'd already noticed the approaching aircraft. With a full thirty seconds before they were close enough to drop men off on the cargo ship, something hard cracked into the side of one of the helicopters.

Alarms began to sound.

Heroes were rallying to protect the NCS Sakuga.

Go, you villains, and take what's yours!

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[Rui Matsui]

A very special party invitation? Why of course Rui was going to be there! She was even one of the Lovelies, her text from Ishtar said so and her bestie Ishtar would never lie! Naturally Rui knew she was the loveliest, but Ishtar couldn’t just go and show favoritism like that, not on her big debut, she would just make all the other villains jealous.

Rui was sat at a local pizza joint, eating a slice with one hand while threatening an employee with her other by holding a knife up to her neck. She had grabbed the knife when she initially came barging into the kitchen. Who knew a kitchen made for such a good impromptu armory? “Read!” She laughed triumphantly because it was more fun to have others read it out for her. Once she finished her pizza she made her move towards the harbor. She has always dreamed of playing a pirate and tonight was the night! The possibility of keeping some of the treasure sweetened the pot of the deal all the more. Most villains were probably gonna go for money and gold. So small minded! Not Rui, no, Rui had far bigger plans. Ishtar mentioned that this would be the start of their new Villain Society. Obviously, Rui was the most qualified to rule, so she had to get her hands on the crown so that she could become Prime Minister of villain Japan!!

Among the men kitted out for war, was a much, much smaller villain who was trying to shout over the sound of the helicopter blades to the person immediately right of her. “And then he shot someone in the middle of the meeting! Isn’t that funny?! Hey bestie! Do you like movies? I like movies!” She was almost thrown off balance when the helicopter was forced to maneuver and take a sharp right. “It’s beginning! Get us closer pilot bestie!!” She demanded, so eager she might just jump out of the helicopter once they were above the ASTA ship and let her quirk soak in the damage from the impact. It was better than waiting to be shot down, that’s for sure!

She was primed and ready to go any moment. Knife or gun? She had so many ways to kill tonight!

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[Bakiri Retsu]

The less she thought about it the more Retsu believed taking part in this raid was a good idea. Which probably meant something but she wasn't in any mood to consider stuff like that. Tired, overworked and overstressed as she was a nice helicopter ride was just what she needed. That and a fat paycheck. The latter she'd be taking care of herself, which brought her back to the overworked angle but thinking cost energy and energy was something she had to ration if she was to make full use of the twenty four hours she had to make it big. 

Honestly, today had been filled with all kinds of ups and downs. Both in the physical, mental, literal and figurative ways. Which was kind of impressive now that she thought of it. She quickly shut the thought down however since that involved thinking and thinking was not something she had the capacity for right now.

She was not afraid of heights and anyone that said so was going to get a grenade shoved right into their throat. 

Wiping her sweaty hands on her pants she took stock of her equipment. For once she'd left the duffle bag at home, or well, with her second-in-command. It was full of loot after all and unfortunately that needed to be added into the pool to be divided 'equally' amongst her subordinates. What they didn't know couldn't come back to bite her but she had to maintain some outward appearance of fairness. But she digressed. Instead of her goodie bag she'd taken to equipping herself a bit more professionally. Thigh straps held half a dozen flashbangs on one side and her modified airsoft pistol on the other. She'd found out the hard way that throwing around explosives on a ship didn't tend to affect the mission positively after all. That didn't mean she wasn't gonna do it but with some luck she could 'convince' opponents using her gun before things got too heated.

If they did however then, well, that was what the incendiaries were for. Them and the frags. And the concussive grenades. And the...

Well, she was sure anyone would get the point before she made it too far down the list. Even if seeing that many bombs strapped to her torso, thighs and upper arms made the other people in the helicopter very uncomfortable. She couldn't say she cared. It gave her much more legroom than everyone else had.

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Loyalty wasn't earned through one trusted leader. Though she worked primarily under Loki's court, having received the title of "Hel" as one of his directors, there was still another whose trust was yet to be established; Isthar. It was indirect, to be sure — it wasn't though she'd met face-to-face with The White Queen thus far — but regardless, she saw it as a necessity towards her primary objective. Even if it meant she had to dirty her hands more than she already had. Just as it was in her escapades for her other superior, however, there was a tinge of self-interest to be had. Grinta was more than aware of the ASTA Corporation; since coming to Japan, she'd heard it renowned as a truly exceptional place for support gear. And, from what she'd encountered of their devices — especially in regard to tech demos — it was the type of facility she closest resembled in terms of capabilities. Though Grinta believed herself capable of greater feats than the ASTA Corporation in that regard, she still held their products to a higher stand — besides, it wasn't as though she had the resources of an entire business. It was such that she found personal interest in the raid. If their call to arms was to be believed, a treasure awaited their arrival, practically begging to be taken by the misfit villains (herself include among them); there wouldn't come a better opportunity to take the technology for her own, to exploit the designs of others and build something anew, something better, from their remains. Beyond her particular reasons to partake, though, she was just as, if not equally, wary of doing so. It wasn't a simple matter of exhaustion. All things considered, her participation lacked in excessive work. It was the partaking in its chaos, and her specific choices during it, that preyed on her mind. Outside of her confrontation with that vigilante, which was its own source of concern, she had done nothing but steal from tech conglomerates and startup support manufacturers. It was such thoughts that festered her mind, aiding her in ignoring the villain beside her. Did they say something about movies? About someone getting shot? Grinta didn't know, and she didn't intend to concern herself with them. Though they shared in the bane of criminality, the nature of their deeds differed as widely as a ravine in their intent; she felt out of place in this operation, both with regard to her allies and their objectives. But as the incoming fire shook the squadron, the vigilante focused her attention. Grinta, unlike the majority of her allies — she assumed — didn't have the necessary means to make their own landings yet. Stepping to the edge of the helicopter, she offered a hand to the horned villainess at her side. "Ju't take my 'and," she'd scream over the sound of the whirling blades, "and please don't make it weird." ✉ tag -- Webby Rui Matsui Bakiri Retsu ✎ 484 words ※ Wary Mind, Wary Soul

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[Webby]

Ishtar has given you a mission...

CLAIM THEIR TOOLS AS OUR OWN!

The helicopters drew closer, their angle of attack bearing down right at the rear of the ship and away from the bridge where the majority of the defenders were stationed. Among those defending the rear, the strongest was a bulky-looking Pro-Hero wearing heavy armor on his arms and shoulders, next to him was a sizable pile of what looked like sewer lids. He reached for one and frowned, his thick eyebrows knotting as his beady green eyes focused on the approaching helicopters. His next toss would surely knock one out of the sky.

Back on the helicopters, one of the pilots let out a grunt as Rui pressed him to move faster, gritting his teeth. The ENKI footsoldiers were all starting to get riled up, their eyes blazing with the prospect of violence. To their right a streak of something dark hurtled through the air and crashed into one of the neighboring helicopters. It sliced through a portion of the vessel, sending it tumbling. 

That very helicopter had been chosen by Retsu, and the pilot was not one to go down without a fight. As soon as the helicopter started wobbling from the damage, he tore off his helmet and let out a shout.

"Heroes don't know shit!" He bellowed and yanked a lever while he pulled hard on the controls. In a maneuver straight out of a movie, the helicopter spun on its own axis, stopping abruptly with its side facing the ship as it raplidly approached. The next moment the side door of the helicopter opened, "Get the hell off my helicopter you ingrates!"

The ENKI men with Retsu didn't wait for any more instruction, they armed their weapons and jumped the remaining distance between the ship and the helicopter, landing on the deck and unleashing a hail of gunfire.

That was enough, as the initial fighting broke out, the other helicopters closed in to actually land on the ship, the doors opening just ahead of Jackie, the wind roaring past her.

Down below, heroes were racing to intercept them while the armed crew were already present. The villains had seconds to get on the ship and get situated before the heroes arrived...

Jackie Maradona Bakiri Retsu Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

''Are you flirting with me?'' She grinned wickedly, leaning in closer as she took Grinta's hand. ''You know there's this handsome guy who says I have an angel face. I think so too. What is your name? I'm Rui, but my professional name is Mummy!'' She chuckled, muted by the sounds of the helicopter. Yes, she was shouting at the top of her lungs the entire time. ''What's your name? You look like you could become one of my future customers!! Just so you know, my besties totes get a discount, so you're already eligible! One of my brothers has a sword.'' She looked Grinta up and down. ''Do you have one? Are you hiding it? Lemme guess, lemme guess! Under your hat, right? Can I have your hat?'' She reached a hand up for it, clearly not anywhere near tall enough to actually touch it. ''I want it!''

Every time the helicopter shook and every time the hero threw another sewer lid from below, the little villain would laugh like she had just been told the best ur mom joke! She was going to tell Sho all about this night later. He was such a good listener too! He never said much, but he always sat there while she talked and talked. All sibling dynamics should be like that! One listens, one talks! Perfectly balanced! ''I like your accent btDUBS! Are you from Kansai? Wait!! You can totes be my Kansai Bestie!!'' Her eyes lit up with joy.

''Let's go get 'em, bestie! If you kill them in a funny way the heals are on me!!'' She brandished a knife she had been carrying in her free hand as she was eager to join the fray. Whether that was by leaping out of the helicopter with Jackie, or just rushing out once it landed, Rui would stay back and wait to see what her mysterious new bestie was up to and follow her lead!

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Bakiri Retsu
Jackie Maradona

[Bakiri Retsu]

At this point Retsu wasn't even surprised anymore that it was her heli that got shot out of the sky. It was par for the course honestly and she'd have felt very concerned if things hadn't gone wrong yet before she set foot on the ship. No, best to get that out of the way early. With some luck that meant everything else would go smoothly.

Yeah, she didn't buy it either.

On the bright side it took her attention away from how high up they were and the vertigo caused by their spin swung any stray thoughts right out of her head. Which was very good since she'd need her full focus to do what she did best. 

"Out of the way!"

Shouting in a way that made it clear what would happen to anyone that didn't listen in time Retsu clicked her buckle loose, stood up and pulled a grenade from its strap, squeezing the handle and hooking the ring into the small hook next to the strap to prime it in one smooth move. Doing her best to get a running start during the few quick steps she could manage before having to leap out she drew her arm back and gauged how much force she'd need to put behind her throw.

She felt the two-piece metal container of the grenade shift slightly in her grip as she squeezed, the thing having loosened the moment she pulled out the pin just as she'd built it to do. At the apex of her leap she twisted her torso to get the widest reach possible and braced herself for impact. The moment she landed onto the deck she channeled the full forward momentum into her throw, both side plates falling off to reveal the sticky grenade beneath that was flying right at the Pro Hero's armor.

A manic grin split her features even as the remaining momentum caused her legs to buckle turning her landing into a slide that tore at her knees. She'd had worse. Pushing herself up with one hand she drew her pistol with the other and started adding to the barrage of bullets with little care for accuracy.

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ A voice whose tone, even beneath the howling of the helicopter's blades, clawed against Grinta as irritating — then again, what scream didn't? Maybe a particularly beautiful war cry. Regardless, this was not that (not that she could muster that ideal). The vigilante couldn't however, deny the allure of their charm. Call her a gal of simple taste, but Grinta couldn't help but humorously muse the intrigue of the villainess — something uncontrollably alight despite the night's cover, beaming while the battle tore into their fleet. If this assault consumed her time and her will, then her new companion could occupy Grinta's mind. Whatever kind of distraction it may be — healthy, unhealthy, or whatever other option — better that than her mind's current plague. If it alleviated even the smallest drop of poison, of reluctance, in her body, then she would just as readily partake in another venom. The cap's grip loosened from the vigilante's hood, with its grasp taking on the Rui's head. Though, as a result of the horns jutting from her forehead, Grinta sat the cap backward, with its brim looking away from her. "A 'face of an angel," was it?" she'd tease, with her digital mask displaying a tongue from its jagged teeth. "Compa'ing shou to an angel seems li'e a disservi'e — to shou, of course." She wasn't her "Kansai Bestie," but, instead, held a degree of abnormality amongst their ranks, both as a raider and as a Japanese resident. As her hand brushed against Rui's skin, the thin wrappings of her brace embracing her, the vigilante snaked their fingers between the villainess'. With a sudden jolt and a toothy grin, Grinta pulled Rui out along with her, bubbling with laughter as she stepped onto the platform. A cold, mercilessly rigid platform — the perfect place to lay their scene. "Why don't we dance, little demon?" She'd tug on Rui's arm, motioning to the ship's forces. "It'll be simple; shou won't let go of my hand while we 'andle things. Quite a challenge, shes?" Pulling her newly deemed partner into a dip — assuming she so accepted her banter — Grinta looked ahead to the resisting forces. "And if that la'y can't handle the juggernaut o'er the'e, we'll ma'e them the grand fina'e — sound' fun, doesn't it?" Grinta's quirk — the orbicular creature now rooted into the back of their cloak — spoke directly into its user's mind, jolting her inward from her grandeur. "The hell do ya think yer doin'?" "Look, I'm trying to 'ave fun," she countered, thankful for her mask. "By gettin' it on with this random villain? You tryin' ta be dumber than ya already are?" "As oppo'ed to?" "As opposed to doin' this and gettin' the hell out. Fightin' ain't the point of any'a this, and makin' more trouble fer a game's even worse." "...Ju't let me enjoy something right now. Plea'e." ✉ tag -- Webby Rui Matsui Bakiri Retsu ✎ 472 words ※ Let's Dance!

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[Webby]

Ishtar has given you a mission...

CLAIM THEIR TOOLS AS OUR OWN!

The helicopter that Retsu had been riding on whirled about once again on it's axis, trying to stabilize before slamming down on the rear of the ship just before it wobbled off into the ocean. The pilot hurried towards the back, his arm changing into something metallic as he dragged himself up into the roof of the vehicle.

More ENKI soldiers landed on the ship along with the trio of villains, their guns drawn and firing. Two of them immediately moved to flank Mummy, reaching up to touch their helmets. "The Healer is secure! Moving forward!" One called. "At point!" The other barked before falling into step with the diminutive villain, their eyes trained for any threat to Mummy's life. One of them glanced up at Grinta and nodded at her with respect before returning his focus to his work.

Bullets whizzed through the air, one whipping past one of the soldier's heads. He turned and popped off a few shots, aggressively putting down a security guard that had been firing from afar. "Bastard, you should know better than to shoot at the medic," The soldier growled as the distant body slumped to the ground.

Not far behind them, the armored hero whipped his head up towards a voice coming from above him. His eyes widened when he saw Retsu leaping through the air, her skilled movements causing him to blink once as he tried to process who he was- his eyes widened. "OH SHIT! BAKURETSU! GET DOWN!" He shouted, throwing one of his armored arms up to defend himself. The sticky grenade struck his arm and exploded, sending him hurtling backwards over fifteen feet and into a storage container.

The area that the villains had arrived in was just behind the large opening where most of the storage containers were deposited down below. From across the opening, a number of guards had lined up and begun firing, a few taking cover when Retsu's covering fire forced them to the ground.

The gunfire roared loud enough that it was hard to tell what one was saying without equipment used for communication in such an environment. That noise prevented most from noticing the faint hiss of steel scraping against steel, a dark figure leaped out from atop a heavy antenna near Grinta and Mummy, a blade drawn from a sheath as a grizzled man with cold eyes descended towards Grinta, his katana aimed to bisect the woman if she didn't move. 

PRO HERO: HUA
Has engaged Grinta and Mummy!

On the opposite side, a loud CLANG of metal heralded the enormous hero ripped the metal bent around him and tossed it aside, getting to his feet and stalking towards Bakuretsu. His eyes narrowed as he spat blood from his mouth. His right arm's armor was damaged, his skin burned in multiple places.

PRO HERO: HEAVY ARMS

Has engaged Bakuretsu!

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Jackie Maradona Bakiri Retsu Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

Her eyes lit up when Grinta put the cap on her head. She was used to demanding things of people, but it was very rare that they indulged Rui since she wasn't at all intimidating or persuasive, or maybe she was? Maybe she was really super persuasive and she just hadn't realized! ''You think so?'' She was grinning from ear to ear, getting to wear her cap, being complimented, Grinta was swiftly moving up her bestie tier list and Rui didn't even know her name! The little demon looked down at her hand and Grinta's as their fingers intertwined.

''I've never danced like that before!'' She grinned, squeezing Grinta's hand. ''Sounds fun!!'' Just then, the ENKI soldiers showed up having 'secured' Rui. ''That's mee! I'm a VIP!'' She shouted arrogantly, maybe even so loud that some of their enemies might hear it! ''Let's get them!!'' She smiled up at Grinta, already having the time of her life and she hadn't even taken part in the fighting yet! Lucky for her new bestie with the charming accent, the best place to keep Rui was actually close, since she could heal Grinta in a pinch if she took a big attack or a stray bullet came at her. ''Show me what you can do, bestie!'' She was shouting at the top of her lungs and still having a hard time hearing her own voice over the gunfire around them.

Looking around for the first person to beat up eagerly, Rui was too unaware of the Pro Hero Hua sneaking up on them, hopefully her bestie wasn't!!

TL;DR: Rui accepts Grinta's challenge, loudly proclaims herself the VIP as ENKI soldiers rush to her side, holds onto Grinta's hand as she fails to see the Pro Hero Hua trying to sneak up on them.

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Bakiri Retsu
Jackie Maradona

[Bakiri Retsu]

"Darn, y'r one hardy fella ain'tcha?" Retsu laughed as her opponent crawled out of the wreckage. She cast a glance behind him as she palmed a concussive grenade, pulled the pin and let it cook for a second or two. "Peeps behind you over there ain't are they? We'll find out if ya dodge."

With three seconds left before it went off Retsu put her full strength into the throw and aimed it right at the still recovering Heavy Arms. She wondered if his insides would stand up as well to the shock waves released by her concussive grenade as his outside did to her sticky. With some luck they didn't. She hadn't brought all that many grenades and she'd be miffed if she had to waste half her arsenal on the first goon she ran into. Then again it would provide some interesting info she could use to improve them further. 

Either way she'd roll with the punches, just as she always did. With some luck she could get some assistance from her fellows as well. She'd taken a glance at them earlier and they didn't seem to be in any trouble whatsoever.

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The battlefield whirled around the vigilante, a scene of howling bullets, crying blood, and raging bodies. A warzone had descended upon the ship, taking all who stood within it into the scene of a raging machine — to think such a place could erupt from utter nothingness, only a distinction of whom their loyalties lay before. For the vigilante, however, the sounds of war fell deaf on her ears. Where gunfire rained and bodies fell, her senses only found the offered escape she now held by the hand. Medic, VIP — whatever practical benefit the villainess had to offer was lost on her. Instead, if for just the briefest of moments, she'd indulge herself in something beyond the pragmatic, beyond the seen, and dance. Though her gaze was turned from the battle, and her ears made little effort to pick the sounds of gunfire from scraping steel, a buzz rang through Grinta's ear. "Swordsman at your back." Before even the vigilante responded to their earpiece's call, the cloak hanging from their shoulders whirled to life in a flurry of movement, with the bladed, teeth-like ends reaching from Grinta's back and up towards the swordsman. Their points aimed to bite down on the blade, to catch it in its grip and halt the bisection before it even had the chance to meet its intended target. Just as it came to be held, Grinta twisted her body on its leg and threw its partner backward with a twist, training to strike the man squarely in the chest with the same brutality as he'd aimed upon her. Even as she did, she still held Rui's hand. "Sure that thing ain't meant to let ya be lazy?" "Criosho is intelli'ent enough to do and 'peak as they're needed — a trait shou would do good to learn." As the vigilante pulled back her leg, her attention turned towards their combatant. She didn't imagine her voice would reach their combatant, nor did she figure even her closeness to Rui offered them much in the way of tactics — not in the roaring sound surrounding them. Her grip on Rui's hand tightened. She better be decent at keeping herself alive. With her free hand, she raised it to the swordsman, her palm pointed toward the sky. Her fingers curled, motioning for the hero to try his best, whatever that best might be. ✉ tag -- Webby Rui Matsui Bakiri Retsu ✎ 392 words ※ Bring it on, swordsman.

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[Bakiri Retsu]

As Retsu had expected the hero refrained from dodging, his remaining functional arm coming up to block her grenade from reaching the security team behind him. The moment a clang rang out he disconnected his arm armor and threw it forward, a piece of quick thinking that would've gotten him out of trouble had she thrown a sticky grenade just as she did before. Unfortunately for him, she hadn't.

The concussion grenade bounced off and went over his head before exploding right behind him. Yet unlike what Retsu had imagined would happen he didn't go down right away. With a ferocious shout he charged catching her entirely unprepared. His damaged armguard caught her in the chest as he batted at her, ribs cracking while she tumbled to the ground with a clatter that made the goons nearest to her look at the grenades still on her person with a healthy dose of caution.

A rattling breath saw her cough up a wad of blood while she watched her foe topple, no longer able to remain conscious now that his last wind was expended. She pushed herself back up with a hiss and gestured for her subordinates to move on to the rest of the ship now that the Pro was out of the way. At least the blow had carried her closer to Rui, she snorted. Something which was very good cause blood doesn't tend to come out of one's mouth when they're hit in the chest. Not unless a lung got punctured that is. 

Yes, she could use some healing before she ended up running out of air. It would be cruel irony to drown while on top of a ship. Retsu wondered what her and the other merc were up to anyway. She didn't exactly have the time to check while fighting. Ah well, she doubted it was anything dangerous anyway.

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Tags: Jackie Maradona Rui Matsui

[Rui Matsui]

''Woah!!'' Rui mused as Grinta's cloak whirled to life. ''That's my bestie!'' She would have clapped her hands together in amusement if she wasn't busy holding Grinta's. Rui wasn't much of a fighter, but she did consider herself pretty great at hurling out insults. Which was exactly what she did when her bestie stopped the sword from cutting them into pieces. ''You suck, a sword won't be enough to kill us, nerd!! You're short and your parents hate you and you smell too!'' She cackled, giving him the middle finger just before Grinta delivered a counterattack. ''We're pretty awesome, aren't we?'' She grinned at Grinta, all too ready to take part of the credit. ''Want more? Come and get it!'' She shouted at the swordsman. Then, she lowered her voice to speak to her bestie. ''Don't worry if he cuts you, I'm like, super reliable and totes awesome, so I can heal any injury.'' ANY injury might be an exaggeration, but she hadn't come across many she couldn't heal.

Meanwhile, as Retsu was getting knocked around, Rui finally took note of her when she looked over her shoulder. ''Ooh, hey, hey look! That's another one of my besties!'' She pointed behind them and pulled on Grinta's arm, as if encouraging her to look away from their enemy was a good idea. ''I think she's gonna die if I don't heal her. Hey Bomb Bestie!!'' She called out to Retsu. ''You're bleeding pretty bad! C'mere!!'' She unwrapped the skin on her free arm and threw it at Retsu like a whip, wrapping it around her ankle to channel the healing pulses through her. Within seconds she should feel right as rain again.

Bakiri Retsu
Jackie Maradona

[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ With a cracking sound and a click that resonated out from her foot, Grinta sent the man reeling with a blow to his sternum, knocking the air from his lungs and, with his strength departing alongside the wind, and the blade from his grasp. Its clattering sound was swept away as the cloak snatched it up, gripping the hilt between its teeth and lifting it up to the new wielder's chest level. It twisted the weapon, light glinting along the flat of the metal, as it offered the sword to Grinta's free hand. "Don't worry," she hummed, reeling her leg back, "a sword'man doesn't 'care me; gunmen, mo't of the time, a'e much the same. Bullets, bla'es — I'm 'tarting to think they're both becoming primi'ive." As she twisted her look back towards Mummy — having momentarily wrenched it away for her counterattack — she offered her the same smile as before. Hua righted himself onto his feet. "I think we'll li'e to see la'ers become real, everyday weapons. Wouldn't that be 'trange?" The hero's gloves, with the tightening of his grip, unsheathed the shortsword from either shirt sleeve, dropping them into his hands and training them upon the two. "Wait—" "Would be a shame to lo'e them, shes." She held on with one hand, watching as Mummy's arm unfurled and swung off to their ally — her body was made from bandages; how would that heal anything? Did they not just stop blood and protect wounds? She couldn't imagine, in the case of their battle, they were much of anything against blades or bullets. "Do your wrappings 'eal people?" The swordsman lunged towards the pair, who still held their relevant attention elsewhere. His eyes beat like red as he closed the gap, a flash in Pundit's view as Hua, lifting both of his blades, planted his foot right before the vigilante. "Jack—" "Or I suppose shou might ju't be weird, too. It could be that too." Her cloak darted up from her shoulders, reaching up and over her as the blades reached down and halting them. They snaked down his arms as his momentum slipped, leaving his arm to trail the back while the cloak's blades plunged towards him — before they plunged into him, piercing his chest all the way through the other end. Blood gurgled deep from within his throat. His arms tight, his lungs pierced, and his ribs shot through — he couldn't move. His body went rigid, unable to lift his feet from the ground or crane his neck towards the vigilante. Even as blood dripped off his lower lip, he couldn't show her the vitriol burning in his brow, nor the terror in his eyes. "Jackie, stop—" Jackie grabbed her cloak as it hung inside of him. She reached harm up along the inside, tracing her bracer along its length, before gripping the interior by its fabric. "If we deal with the'e guys, eve'yone else on the ship shouldn't be a trouble, shes?" Her grip tensed. "Eve'yone else they 'ave will mostly give up, shes?" "This isn't what you wanna do!" She, along with the efforts of her cloak, tore the blades through his body, yanking them through his sides in a bloody mess of a man now cleaved in half. Hua's expression froze as his upper half tipped off of the rest of him, falling backward onto the deck as the life left his eyes. Not that Grinta chose to see for herself, though. "...Then we'll get the 'ard part out of the way now." ✉ tag -- Bakiri Retsu Rui Matsui ✎ 579 words ※ End this quickly, don't let the sight into your eyes.

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