[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The day had been a long one. The chaos of Babel was one sure to be remembered by all, mythologized as the day that the starving underbelly of hero society finally chose to feast on more than just the crumbs they'd survived on. The world of villains had finally united itself to a degree capable of contending with the status quo — though yet equal was the battle between heroes and villains — and, as surely as the heroes would quell the festivities, those inducted into the ENKI system would arise again. For the vigilante, it had been her own personal hell. Not in her actions — no, those were just as she'd always done — but in her association with the greater machinations of Babel. When it was just her lonesome, she could justify her choices as a means of further pursuing her ideal; but this? She was another piece, a turning cog, that enabled such pandemonium to take place. She couldn't help but imagine the day's casualty toll, nor could she escape the fact that she was a contributor to it. Her actions as a vigilante, even when malign, were intended for something meaningful down the line. Perhaps the same could be said for her role in Babel as another person wearing heroes thin. Unlike her efforts, however, she couldn't grasp what her superiors were truly after — she didn't imagine she saw eye-to-eye with either of them, though. Perhaps out of guilt, then, had Grinta dragged herself back to Tokyo Bay. Criollo, as it tended to, stocked the web for intel, prying through message boards and illicit sites to find what was bound to occur. In its pursuit, the Guardian AI came across messages — ones intended to be hidden away in the shadows of the dark web — indicating plans to take place this night at this location. It was such that Grinta rested atop a warehouse, pressing her ear against the metal roof and listening in. The ENKI system was, at the very least, a clear barrier to whom the vigilante could target; those who spoke through ENKI were considered off the table, targets that its fellow members should abide by and permit unless plans conflict. With a clear marking of who she could and could not hunt, Grinta had set out to redeem her day. If she achieved something, anything, that bettered the world today, perhaps the rest of her Babel deeds would be easier to swallow. Now, as she dropped to the sides of the front gate. The lights to her gear had been cut, and her steps were kept as silent as she could manage; she didn't have an idea as to how many people were involved in this scheme, nor did she intend to charge in and find out — she'd prefer to keep her life intact. Summoning her quirk, she sent the impish creature up to the top of the door, with it hiding just away from the opening. "Go into the rafters and keep quiet. Tell me what shou see." "I know already, don't boss me 'round." Pundit tried to slip into the crack at the top of the gate, hoping to blend into the shadows and peer into the state of things. ✉ tag -- Sonya Chernovna ✎ 535 words ※ Peak Inside, And...

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[Sonya Chernovna]

Even if i become Ishtar rarely made a habit of coming out to oversee the transfer of equipment, but tonight was a special occasion. Some of the goods from the raid had already been accounted for. And these particular pieces were special. So she came in person this time, with a few goons she'd hired to add to the weight of her forces while the unmarked armored soldiers of the ASTA corporation stood in various spots. She opened one of the suitcases a goon handed to her and admired the contents. Rows of guns. Each gun was a copy of a particuarly deadly weapon produced for the High-Accuracy Hero, Snipe. They had the same functionality but they had been visibly and structurally redesigned to appear as knock-offs and poorly designed copies. No way to trace it back to ASTA. She closed the suitcase and turned around, her arms behind her back. "Make sure everything is accounted for, I want a full report sent to-" She paused as she looked up, her mechanical eyes noting some movement. Her respirator mask hissed with a low breath, "Well hello there," She rasped, her voice sounded like a death rattle as she took a step forward. The cybernetics beneath her skin kicked into high gear and in an instant she was at the base of the door of the warehouse, peering up at the creature climbing inside. "Curious little fellow," She hissed, still a little testy from having to fight heroes just a few hours before, "Do you want to die tonight?" She demanded, canting her head to the right. the devil himself Jackie Maradona

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ As far as the vigilante could recall her exploits, little had there been times where things went awry right from the beginning. No, she'd notoriously dedicated herself to ensuring a speedy and efficient mission, dedicating weeks at a time to study her targets before taking action. As she remembered it, her success thus far — and her survival up till this point, more importantly — had been predicated not upon her abilities, but upon her willingness to obsess over every detail. But, at this impasse between heroism and villainy, she'd grown weary of her moral standings. She'd become obsessed with her character, about what lengths she was willing to justify herself, and what actions she would take to bury her remorse. Yet, in this obsession, heart judgment had lapsed — she took on an ordeal entirely unknown to her. With little intel or even validity of existence, Grinta had let her guilt tempt her away from her rationality. The creature — an orbicular being, held aloft by seemingly nothing at all — who meant to blend its ashen form into the shadows, found itself immediately pressed upon. Though Pundit could clearly see their form, and perhaps defeat them in a direct clash of speed, the presence of this opposite being struck in it a fear of fleeing. No, unlike so many others, the quirk's presence had been immediately detected, almost as though it sprung a trap. Certainly, a fickle reality the quirk had rarely known. Pundit, with its wide-set grin, set its gaze upon Ishtar. "No more than anyone else, cyborg." Those piercing eyes clearly made not from flesh, but steel, and that speed to accompany their inhuman vision — yes, in the quirk's time observing and hijacking machinery, it was more than familiar with the hallmarks of cybernetic augmentations. Despite the risk, Pundit believed itself to be advantageous — another unknown factor to this scene that, unlike previously, worked in the quirk's favor. Its user, however, was not so keen. In the brief panic she'd felt from her quirk's consciousness, she screamed through their shared mind. "What the 'ell are shou doing?! Are shou trying to get us killed!?" "Yer all worried about feelin' better 'bout yerself, so I'm doin' what I gotta do!" As the quirk lunged through the air at top speed, aiming to fuse with the machinery of the other woman, Grinta lept away in the opposite direction, trying to flee from the door as her idiot of a quirk tried to fill its host's void. For all the time it spent trying to dissuade her from this path, Pundit sought Grinta's wellbeing above all else. Even if she continuously ignored him, and even if the two refused to see eye-to-eye, its priority stood in seeing out its bearer's satisfaction — and allowing her to such despair was something it wouldn't ignore. "Don't go thinkin' I'm some other weak-ass quirk, jackass." ✉ tag -- Sonya Chernovna ✎ 477 words ※ Guilt and Priorities

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[Sonya Chernovna]

Even if i become Ishtar frowned behind her mask, the little creature was arrogant. More importantly, it was obviously the result of a quirk. She'd never seen or categorized a quirker who's appearance was so dramatic. It seemed to hesitate as well and her eyes narrowed, was it communicating with someone? Her mind raced for a moment until she heard a small sound from the outside. That was enough to clue her in on what was happening. "Pest," Ishtar rasped as the creature lunged at her, she brought her arm up and swatted it away with the strength granted to her by her cybernetic amplifications. Without breaking her stride she made her way to the door of the warehouse and wrenched wrenched it open, sliding one door to the side roughly before raising her hand and pointing it in the direction of the sole person she saw in the darkness. Her fingertips glowed brightly, narow needles if light forming in the air behind her, she held her head high and glared down at the interloper. Any other day, she would have killed the fool without a second thought, but this situation was different. That quirk looked useful, "Give me a good reason not to kill you." the devil himself Jackie Maradona

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Beyond the bay doors wrenched open, there stood, glowing in the shadows, a coated figure with an LED mask. Though, as she properly came into focus, and as light flowed in from the warehouse onto the scene, the bloodied visage standing before the villain, as well as the several cracks along her digital mask, became clear to see. The figure standing before her, taller than the admin, but nowhere near as imposing. Her cloak, especially near the bottom, was in tatters, and wires hung out from the few punctures along her form. Along the majority that remained, stains of blood and ash covered her, with the two mixing together like paint. And, from the slightly opened front, the vigilante's figure stood slumped, with their shoulders hunched forward and her arms left to hang. Part of it came from a sense of exhaustion. Beyond just the physical realm, Grinta was left at her wit's end. Everything had progressed throughout Babel to chip away at her, breaking down her will and the morals they guarded; now, she stood here, ragged like a fool, before such a familiar visage. Though she hadn't been present for Ishtar's debut, Grinta'd taken some time to review some of the footage regarding it. In her mind, there was no mistaking the appearance of the "Cyborg Queen," especially not when the person stood right before her. She could only see so much from the recordings; being in the absolute presence, right before them, was an entirely different experience. It was like the air itself was suffocating her, filling her lungs with its frigid grip and snaking down her body. But at this point, she was too tired to care. To tremble in fear was more than she cared to give. "I... I can't give shou that," she'd sigh, slowly lifting her hands as an act of surrender, "but I can give shou a reason shou pro'ably shouldn't." "What are ya doin'?!" The quirk screamed through her mind, with the vigilante seeming to flinch for no discernable reason. Perhaps it was just a spasm. "Fi'ure it out shourself," she'd respond to it, gesturing an apology to Ishtar. With the truth laid about before her, there was little notion in her of rash action — even with the degree of humiliation she was dragged through. Regardless of how she felt, she didn't have the benefit of lashing out however she so desired; she had to resolve this, disgracefully or not. Grinta attempted to stand up straighter, fixing her posture in the presence of The White Queen. "Shou are 'Ishtar,' shes? One of the two admins?" She didn't specify as to what they were the admins of, but she figured her clear understanding of the context to be enough to validate herself. "And shou were the one to call the ASTA raid, shes?" She didn't figure she could just claim herself to be part of the Pantheon. Even to the degree she worked under Loki, simply stating her allegiance was no indicator of loyalty, nor did it necessarily prove a truth. But, through knowledge of the system and familiarity with the plans of Babel, she could immediately demonstrate herself as worthy of the time she was given to speak. She was at the mercy of the villain, after all; every single word she spoke was another given to her through the grace of the admin. "I ask that shou plea'e, plea'e let me explain myself befo'e shou deci'e what to do." ✉ tag -- Sonya Chernovna ✎ 579 words ※ Please Don't Shoot.

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[Sonya Chernovna]

Even if i become Ishtar raised her head high and looked at the tattered figure in front of her. The cracked and bloodied woman looked exhausted, ash covering her head to toe, she was a mess. Slumped, defeated, tired, Ishtar frowned behind her mask but kept her thoughts under control, there was more going on here than what met the eye. Rarely things were as simple as they seemed in the world of quirks. She'd learned that early on in life. Still, her ire was present, and she was not willing to let go of it just yet. She waited impatiently for the intruders response only to get a partial refusal and a submissive gesture. Ishtar tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, her death-rattle voice coming out of her mask in a hiss, "Speak faster." A muscle spasm came next? Curious. She added that piece of information to her databank on this new person.  Then the person asked if she was one of the two admins and asked about calling the ASTA raid. Her eyebrows went up at this and she relaxed far more. Instead of bothering to suss out the details and interrogate the person before her, she took a far more simple route. She pulled out her own ENKI device and switched it to Administrative mode, she was close enough to the person that she should be able to detect. Ah! "You are one of Lokis? Hel?" Ishtar asked, suddenly amused. She laughed out loud, "Dearie why didn't you just say so! You're wearing a control ring to use your ENKI aren't you? I can identify you that way!" She slapped the side of her head in exaspiration, "I could have killed you! Heaven's!"  She let out an exaggerated sigh and shook her head turning on her heel, "Come on in hon, don't be shy, you look terrible!" She said, marching back inside, "I want a medic over here right now! Get her patched up this instant!" Ishtar demanded to those inside. The reaction was immediate, a pair individuals wearing armor embazonded with the ENKI star hurried over, one carrying a kit and offered to help 'Hel' inside. the devil himself Jackie Maradona

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The weight should have lifted from her shoulders. Her posture should have uprighted entirely, her spine proud and her chin tilted skyward, but the same, sorry sight remained — the faux that only resembled its creator, Grinta, and the blood of her failure. Her shoulders only fell back to where they had first begun. Though she managed enough of a gaze to meet Ishtar's — perhaps only due to their height differential — her visage remained drooped and bloodied. As the villainess was to examine her, she'd find the thoroughly-clad vigilante's distinct lack of injury. Though her cloak torn, her blades chipped, and its workings exposed, her clothing beneath only shared the occasional wound. Even as her cloak flickered, its neon hue discoloring the remains splattered across her image, she wasn't marked by the scars of her last battle. Yet she still hung like a puppet cut from its strings. Maybe it would have been easier if she'd let death take her. "Only if yer a coward." The vigilante trailed behind, wrapping her arms over her chest. Her hands, gliding across her crimsoned cloak, stopped at her shoulders, with her fingers biting down into her form. Her eyes — wherever they sat on her face — remained downcast as she took each step. "Ishtar-san," she'd murmur, the honorific souring her tongue. Her voice caught in her throat, Grinta coughed up her next words: "The'e is a weak chain 'ere, in this pla'e, at this moment." She strained a look to meet the villain's. She hoped she would turn again to meet her. She wanted this night to end. She wanted to fall asleep, in her apartment where only she lived, and disappear off the face of the world. She wanted for the night to take her away. She didn't want to worry about a tomorrow, or to concern herself with the past — yet the present stood worse than either option. Could she escape to a place that was none of those things — to a place where there was no existence? But — she quaked — could that only be found in an absolute end? "Lo'i's work isn't something I can crack as I am now — I shouldn't know about this place, or e'en this part of the ope'ation." She retreated into herself as the men approached her, sinking in her cloak and away from their reach. "But someo'e 'ere was squea'ing on fo'ums outside of ENKI's protection. Whether they're a foo' or a rat, though, I don't know." ✉ tag -- Sonya Chernovna ✎ 411 words ※ "I Want To Not Be."

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[Sonya Chernovna]

Even if i become Ishtar had already turned away, walking back over to what she was doing. She listened intently, regardless, her eyes scanning the room as Hel spoke. Her arms crossed behind her back as she stood in the middle of the area. A medic walked over and noted that she wasn't exactly injured, just mentally and emotionally exhausted. That was still diabled as far as the White Queen was concerned, though. She sniffed once and looked towards a few of those working, "You're right, that is a bit troubling now isn't it?" Ishtar said softly, regarding her subordinates. "Darlings, which one of you were on forums talking about this operation?" She called out to those present, her voice taking on the tone of a disappointed mother. Her expression was not hard, or cold, or even cruel. Just a bit sad, honestly. "You all know that using the ENKI system is mandatory," She added. A few moments passed as no one spoke, then finally one man stepped forward with a pale face and tears in his eyes. He lowered his head and then looked up at her. "Ishtar, I'm so sorry. I was so excited about the job, finally getting to work for you, that I just, I wanted to brag, ma'am." Isthar held her head up high and looked down at her subordinate, "You jeporadized this mission and put your fellow villains at risk, dearie. Do you know what any other villain would do to you right now?" She asked, her presence, her quirk incarnate, death washed over the area. It was if everyone present was standing in front of an apex predator with no defenses. It was like standing on a cliff and looking down at the void below. Death was here. He stammered but finally managed to speak after a moment. "Th-they'd kill me." She nodded, "That's right, dearie, they would, do you know what I'm going to do?" "Kill me?" She scoffed, "Heaven's no! You're one of mine, darling! I protect my children! I assume you've learned your lesson? You'll be off the next assignment with no job pay, only your salary and be put on cleaning duty for a week." She gestured to the others, "Get everything packed up, we'll sort it at the secondary warehouse!" "Yes ma'am!" The gathered minions called before hurrying to reorganize. The minion that had been spared wept on the ground. She patted his arm before turning back to Hel and inclining her head. "Thank you for alerting me to the situation, dearie, although it was by accident I owe you in helping me better my staff," She smiled with her eyes, "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" the devil himself Jackie Maradona

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Grinta, behind her cracked mask, watched the scene unfold before her. Though she stood there limply — her body swaying a tad, even if she remained in one piece — her eyes grew wide, however slowly. She was much too defeated for to quake in terror. If anything, standing on her own two feet was itself a challenge, one entirely requiring her will to continue this charade. Though her fingers, still gripping either arm, tightened without her input, she didn't quake before Ishtar — it wasn't her who sat in the seat of guilt, despite the screaming in the back of her head, after all. More so than terror, however, the vigilante stood in bafflement. For as far as she understood The Pantehon's villains, "mercy" was not a trait she envisioned them having. Though organized in their mission — what that mission was, Grinta didn't know — they didn't strike her as an organization built upon forgiveness, nor had they seemed so apparently gracious towards failures. For that compassion to be displayed, then, for a mere goon was a bizarre sight indeed. Though, as her body tensed at the aura emanating from Ishtar, Grinta felt it not to be an act of mercy alone — it was a mother's public humiliation of their child's failure, lest their siblings think to do the same. Yet, she couldn't deny the reality of their softer touch. "Why?" As Ishtar turned to face her, the vigilante — still hiding behind her cracked countenance — could only stare with a single-minded focus. "'e failed shou, and if anyone with re'ources like my own caught wind of hi' failure, shour ope'ation — the raid I and others risked our li'es for — would 'ave been moot. Shet, shou choose to let 'im off with a 'lap on the wri't?" She couldn't fathom the decision. If a weak link so readily presented itself, practically begging to shatter the whole chain and it all represented, why would she continue to hold onto it? Though she may punish him in another form, and though he may better himself so it never occurred again, would not that chip in his steel still remain? "If I can reque't anything of shou... I suppo'e I want to under'tand shou, if shou may indulge me." Yes... Yes, that was it. That had always been her objective since she'd taken this mantle, had it not? Though still heavy in its sway, her body stood taller, tilting an ear to the admin and her words. Her mask, despite its fractured display, lit up once again, a crossed eye staring intently — she wouldn't miss a word. "Plea'e, explain to me shour rationale." ✉ tag -- Sonya Chernovna ✎ 435 words ※ For what reason?

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