Sept 24, 2023 22:45:04 GMT
Post by Teruko Serizawa on Sept 24, 2023 22:45:04 GMT
Doling-out vigilante justice in your own neighborhood was always a gamble– for if your neighbors knew your face, they could be either your strongest allies or your worst enemies. People talked. And if they saw the brassy bakery owner giving someone a beat-down? That was some juicy gossip ripe for the picking. So, Teruko would hop on her motorcycle and take the fifteen-minute ride up the road to Shinjuku before she got to work. There was plenty of trouble there, and she could have her fun while maintaining some anonymity.
She wore her riding boots and a helmet, her arms and shoulders thick with scales beneath the leather jacket and tank-top. Her tail was held parallel to the street as she zipped along it, lit by the tail-lights of her cruiser. If there was no trouble, then this would just be a joyride around town. And, already transformed, she looked like just another mutant, enjoying a night on the road.
She rolled to a stoplight, placing a foot down to steady herself. The high-rise buildings pressed claustrophobically against the street, painting it in an unnatural white iridescent in the dead of night. Most people had gone home, with only a few stragglers scurrying past– likely heading for a warm meal or bed. The light turned green, and she kicked-off of the pavement, gunning the engine. Her cruiser roared, carrying her down the desolate streets once again. On the left, crouching in the darkened entry of a mom-and-pop electronic store, were a pair of men pressed against the door, bodies angled away from the streets.
A break-in?
One cast Teruko a watchful glance as she rode past, but when she banked left they assumed that she had carried onward, and they resumed their work.
Teruko parked her bike a good half-block away, turning it off and pocketing her keys. She strode with quick, quiet steps in the direction of the store, peering around the corner to watch the pair fumble.
“-how hard is it to bust a lock? What, were ya born yesterday?” one man hissed at his companion.
“It’s pretty f**kin’ difficult with your noxious f**kin’ breath burnin’ my nose-hairs, a**hole– back the f**k up!”
Teruko rounded the corner, her thumbs tucked into her pockets as a show of casualness.
“Psst!” the thief hissed at his companion.
The two looked owlishly at the vigilante.
“Evening!” Teruko said brightly, her tail flicking behind her, “You boys having trouble with your lock?”
“Keep walking, b***h! This doesn’t concern you.”
The one that had spoken moved away from the door, while the other continued his work.
“Man-ners,” Teruko sighed, shaking her head, “If you’re breaking-in to a small business, then I think it does concern me~ At least go for a corporation! They can stand to lose a few thousand dollars~”
“F**k off!”
“I’ll call the cops,” she crooned from behind her helmet, “So what’ll it be?”
Usually, people scattered as soon as they were caught– but these two? They were persistent, she’d give them that! Something was afoot, but what… Teruko couldn’t be sure. So, she egged them on, hoping one of them would slip.
She wore her riding boots and a helmet, her arms and shoulders thick with scales beneath the leather jacket and tank-top. Her tail was held parallel to the street as she zipped along it, lit by the tail-lights of her cruiser. If there was no trouble, then this would just be a joyride around town. And, already transformed, she looked like just another mutant, enjoying a night on the road.
She rolled to a stoplight, placing a foot down to steady herself. The high-rise buildings pressed claustrophobically against the street, painting it in an unnatural white iridescent in the dead of night. Most people had gone home, with only a few stragglers scurrying past– likely heading for a warm meal or bed. The light turned green, and she kicked-off of the pavement, gunning the engine. Her cruiser roared, carrying her down the desolate streets once again. On the left, crouching in the darkened entry of a mom-and-pop electronic store, were a pair of men pressed against the door, bodies angled away from the streets.
A break-in?
One cast Teruko a watchful glance as she rode past, but when she banked left they assumed that she had carried onward, and they resumed their work.
Teruko parked her bike a good half-block away, turning it off and pocketing her keys. She strode with quick, quiet steps in the direction of the store, peering around the corner to watch the pair fumble.
“-how hard is it to bust a lock? What, were ya born yesterday?” one man hissed at his companion.
“It’s pretty f**kin’ difficult with your noxious f**kin’ breath burnin’ my nose-hairs, a**hole– back the f**k up!”
Teruko rounded the corner, her thumbs tucked into her pockets as a show of casualness.
“Psst!” the thief hissed at his companion.
The two looked owlishly at the vigilante.
“Evening!” Teruko said brightly, her tail flicking behind her, “You boys having trouble with your lock?”
“Keep walking, b***h! This doesn’t concern you.”
The one that had spoken moved away from the door, while the other continued his work.
“Man-ners,” Teruko sighed, shaking her head, “If you’re breaking-in to a small business, then I think it does concern me~ At least go for a corporation! They can stand to lose a few thousand dollars~”
“F**k off!”
“I’ll call the cops,” she crooned from behind her helmet, “So what’ll it be?”
Usually, people scattered as soon as they were caught– but these two? They were persistent, she’d give them that! Something was afoot, but what… Teruko couldn’t be sure. So, she egged them on, hoping one of them would slip.
