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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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There were few reasons to be out QUITE as late as the young May was. 11pm on a monday night seemed a rather odd time for a university student to be walking down sidewalks on half-lit streets. The sky above rumbled threateningly, signally the incoming storm that had been forecast overnight.

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May was dressed in the most curious outfits. A form-fitting leotard adorned with shimmering rhinestones in a flowing pattern down her body. It had a halter neckline and a wide open back which was currently hidden by the slightly baggy sweater she had pulled over top of it. Her lower half was covered in high-waisted tights, also adorned in the same shimmering rhinestone pattern, supportive ballet flats skipped smoothly over the sidewalk as she moved along.

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Her face, while tired, showed signs of previous makeup. A hint of shimmer still playing about one cheek, a singular false lash dangling precariously from one eye and the apparently infallible pink-nude lipstick still clinging to her lips like it was holding on for dear life.

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It had been the end-of-year Circus show at the local performing arts academy May took lessons at. She’d put on her first solo performance ever involving some pretty high-flying acrobatics. She felt like it had gone well, she’d even gotten the cutest bouquet of flowers from her mother and her uncle after the show. Then came the long afterparty and cleanup. Which is why May had proceeded to miss the last bus, the last train and had only realized she’d forgotten her wallet back at the school when she called for a cab.

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So now, after a completely exhausting day. It was a twenty eight block hike back to her school. Her cellphone had died half an hour ago and her feet were incredibly sore as she trudged along, casting her multi-hued gaze at the sky which flashed brightly with lightning, another rumble rolled over her like a threat.

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“I’m going to get bloody rained on too…”

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How could you have one of the best days and worst nights at the same time?

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Adjusting the bow she held over her shoulder, after a recent incident May had gotten mixed up in. She carried it practically everywhere now.

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‘A hero must always be prepared.’

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Something half of her teachers touted on the daily. But for her it was a little bit annoying. Her quirk required her bow and it wasn’t exactly the easiest to truck around a composite bow EVERYWHERE you went. It was a bit wieldy at the best of times. But she’d been speaking to a few different manufacturers recently, hoping to get some sort of collapsible tech-bow made. Something a bit more convenient to carry around on a daily basis.

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But that was for the future. For now she simply carried her bow along with her, huffing and puffing slightly as she turned down a wide alley, taking a shortcut she’d walked a million times in the daylight before. Of course, the alleyway felt much more intimidating at night. Shadows clinging to every surface and flickering lights giving them a life of their own by making them flicker as she walked along.

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…Only twenty two blocks to go. What a night.

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[Rui Matsui]

11PM on a Monday night was the perfect time for Rui to be walking around half-lit streets and creepy sidewalks! She was a villain after all and her prime time working hours were always at night. No matter the day of the week, in a big city like Tokyo you could always find drunkards or helpless people walking around. For a villain like Rui it wasn't a matter of when, but who, who should she pick out to annoy tonight? She was spoiled for choice and while she thought about it, she saw someone walking down the street.

A young woman in a curious outfit. Was she some kind of entertainer? Or maybe a pro hero?! Rui couldn't hope to be that lucky, to have a pro hero just walk into her arms. Her fingers fidgeted a bit as she reached for her knife. No matter who she was, stabbing her would probably be funny. She was laying low for now, then hesitated when May adjusted the bow on her shoulder. Definitely a hero!!

As May got closer, Rui suddenly hopped out from the shadows and ran up to greet her. One hand waving while the other was behind her back. ''Hi bestiee!!'' She called out in a happy tone of voice, brandishing her knife as she sprinted at May, trying to surprise her with a stab before the fight could even begin. ''You're my new hero bestie! ~'' She grinned wickedly, the little demon much smaller than May was.

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[May Twenty-First]

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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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May was tired. Not only had it been an incredibly intense week in her hero courses, but her classes at her performing arts school had been just as intense. She was wiped. She had to reserve what little energy she had for heroing if it was needed. Well, if she was invited anyways. Because it was still very very illegal for her to use her quirk for heroics without a license. Maybe she’d speak to her teachers about working towards the provisional license?

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Walking along she yawned a little bit, stretching her arms over her head as she shuffled along like a bit of a zombie. A beautifully dressed zombie, but a zombie nonetheless.

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Who knew that the person in need tonight would be her?

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It happened rather quickly as the miniscule creature leapt from the shadows before her.

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‘Hi bestiee!!’

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Why did that sound…familiar? Brows furrowed slightly and before she could react she felt the tip of the blade sinking into her side. Only her quick reactions saved her from getting entirely gutted as she threw her hands up, shoving the other girl back roughly and stumbling, a hand clutching the bloody spot. Not a major wound, but it certainly didn’t feel good.

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“What the hell is your problem? You just go around stabbing people?” She said angrily, tearing her bow from over her shoulder. She wasn’t sure if she had enough energy for many arrows. But it was all she had.

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“You’d best back off.” She warned.

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[Rui Matsui]

Rui almost tripped when she was shoved back, but managed to catch herself. ''That's mee!!'' She grinned proudly. The girl was faster than she had expected. Why didn't she just stand still and let her stab her! Sure, she had stabbed her a little bit, but like clearly not enough! Especially not as she was taking out her bow. Was that her weapon of choice? If so, that could swiftly put Rui at a disadvantage. Now that she wanted to get into more fights, these were the considerations she needed to make. Not that they mattered when her quirk was super cool and awesome.

''What if I don't wanna?'' She was clearly treating this like a game, a game where May's life was on the line. ''Maybe if you impress me bestie!'' She didn't necessarily have to die, Rui could be impressed in other ways too, but she didn't want to give May any hints as she liked to be surprised. ''I'm Mummy! I kill people!'' She gestured to herself before extending a hand towards May. ''And you areee?'' She would let May speak before inevitably dashing at her once again, knife raised, no hesitation or fear of May's bow and whatever mysterious powers her quirk held. ''Can I stab you some more? It'll be fun!!'' She was already flailing her knife arm around way before she was within range of May.

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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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It was likely that May’s both was as much an advantage as it was a disadvantage. Rui focused on close-quarters whereas May was almost exclusively long rang when it came to fights. She’d never had to make use of her bow in close range before and she had little to no experience with hand-to-hand combat of any sort. If this even was combat. Maybe the girl just wanted to stab someone and move along? Perhaps that was being too hopeful. But then, May couldn’t simply let her go off and stab someone else now could she?

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May’s side ached slightly. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it still ached enough to tug her attention slightly. She narrowed her eyes at Rui and tightened her grip around her bow, “Well, then I guess I’ll simply have to put a stop to thee. Stabbing and killing are an injustice upon society.” She stood up a little bit taller.

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“I’m Artemis.” She said flatly, raising her bow and drawing the string in one fluid motion. Ribbons of shadow and light wove together forming a thirty second arrow which she launched at Rui. It was a rapid shot, not aimed for accuracy so much as keeping Rui at bay so she could put some distance between herself and that stabby knife arm she was whipping around like she was about to nene.

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“I’ll give you one chance to drop the weapon.” She warned. Of course, she wasn’t supposed to use her quirk in public so who knew how this was going to go?

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[Rui Matsui]

''A hero bestie?'' Her eyes lit up, no, no that wasn't it, May was too green to be a hero. Perhaps a hero student? What luck! She had found a victim who could actually put up a bit of a fight against her. ''Nuh-uh! You can't stop me!'' To kill or not to kill? She couldn't decide. Part of her wouldn't mind killing a student here and now, but keeping May alive could be fun too and who knows? Maybe she would love Rui once she saw her power. That was it! When Rui showed her the power of her quirk, May would have no other choice but to love her and become an even better bestie!

''Arte-bestie!'' She grinned, her eyes trained on the bow as she drew it. Those weren't... Normal arrows. Not bothering to even dodge the arrow, it slammed into Rui sending her skidding backwards, forcing the air out of her lungs as she wheezed, but otherwise appeared completely fine when she stood back up and continued walking towards May. With a healing quirk this powerful she didn't have to fear anything. ''No! I have a better idea, bestie.'' She continued shambling towards her like a slow walking zombie.

''Put your bow away and lemme show you my quirk! You're going to love it!'' And if she wasn't? Well, then maybe it was worth just killing her after all.

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