[Ghouligan]

Megumi was right.

Antoine rooted himself in Japan. He found himself a job, newfound allies, and, most importantly, enemies. The unfortunate, haunting truth that weighed on his soul was that he, alone, would not be enough. Heroes were worse here, somehow. They were a hybrid between mascots and cops. They saved the day, then spouted an ad. The Japanese government was actively brainwashing its people. It had to stop.

Ghouligan stands at the center of a warehouse. An empty, abandoned warehouse. Standard fair. It rested on the outskirts of Japan from some rundown business that was closing shop. Bernard, owner of Bernie’s Burgers and Antoine’s employer, set up this location on his behalf.

It’s a one-time deal. If Antoine or anyone were to show up the next day, it’d be littered with police and heroes alike. But tonight belonged to them. The unsung martyrs of the underbelly.

Rumors spread through word of mouth. A network. An amalgamation of everyone who wanted to do right by the people, irrespective of the law. A secret network that whispered a universal truth for all misfits alike:

You are not alone.

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Welcome to The Undertow! This thread is open to:

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- All vigilantes
- Civilians who will work alongside vigilantes
- Heroes/students/villains who wish to become become vigilantes
- And villains who align more with this group’s overall goals

I’m open to more nuanced plots in the future, but for the sake of convenience, the primary goal of this thread is to:

-Serve as an introduction to the faction (and the faction adjacents).
- Establish an underground vigilante network.
If you wish to join to reject/critique the network and its methods, then please by all means!

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This thread will qualify as a non-threatening mission for November. Plan accordingly. To reach our goal, there will be predetermined phases. You can only post once in each phase and each phase will have a 1 week IRL timer marked by my next post in the order.

Phase 1 ends on October 23rd.

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Phase 1 - Arrivals

You show up! Give us some deets from your character from their appearance to their general perspective or even what brought them here in the first place!

Phase 2 - Introductions

If your character is interested in joining the network, then they state as such, their alias, and give a small summary of what they can provide to the group. If your character isn’t interested in the network, then they can bring up their critiques/alternatives.

Phase 3 - Open Floor

This is where people can now engage with one another directly. They can either reaffirm their position, change positions or challenge another’s perspective.

Phase 4 - Conclusion

The network is established. Or failed to. Everyone gives their perspectives and departs. If you move to a private thread that takes place immediately after the events of this one, then I would love for you to link it in this post!

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Ghouligan

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There's a certain level of audacity that comes with being a vigilante. You're in a world populated by titans and giants the likes of which could crush you like a gnat if they really wanted to, and you decide to, what? Say that you know how to do their shit better than they do? Say that you don't need the years of schooling, you can handle this on your own? Yeah. You need to have some audacity to do that. Sheer confidence, too. Good medical insurance doesn't hurt.

Gabriel has two out of three of those things. By his count? Not bad. Not bad at all.

Word might've spread like a wildfire for others, but the rumors only reached his ears the night of the meeting. Suppose that was what he got as a result of sticking to his neighborhood like glue; going too far from home-base would lead to trouble and deep shit, after all. In the best case scenario, he'd be able to stop a bigger crime and leave without getting caught. In the worst case scenario, some hero would finally catch sight of him going from rooftop to rooftop and decide to put a stop to Warper's little game of tag.

The scenario he found himself in now was firmly set in the middle ground of the two options.

Metallic clank-clank's sounded as his feet finally struck solid ground again. His legs were starting to cramp, rapid-fire warping sending a jolt down his spine. He cracked his neck, then grumbled a few curses as he entered the warehouse.

Oh. Alright. Just one guy here so far, huh? That's kinda sad.

He gave the guy in the center a two fingered salute, then aptly moved to the highest spot he could. Maybe he had to climb a ladder to get up there. Maybe he had to teleport. Didn't matter. If there was a perch, he was getting to it.

Always better to have a vantage. Let's see who else shows up.

Ghouligan

★fai

fear is non-existent. suit up and swing through the city.

[Eiji Harada]

Someone's hosting a fancy meeting for vigilantes? Of course he was going to be there! Not only was he interested in the goings-on in the society he lived in, he was going as a representative for the Hummingbirds of Shinjuku. If a lot of vigilantes was going to show up to this thing, that meant there was a good chance he could make some connections or maybe even find new friends or allies. If it turned out to be a trap? Well, he had been practicing his right hook lately and if he got arrested, it wasn't like he had committed any serious crimes anyway!!

''So this is where the party is?'' Eiji called out loudly, ignoring the fact that barely anyone had showed up yet because he was early. Posing dramatically he grinned. ''You stand in the presence of Guts, beating, burning and flaming Heart of the Hummingbirds!'' He pointed his prosthetic arm to the roof as he posed dramatically, sending a spark of flames through it for a brief second to add to his self-perceived coolness factor. Aside from his one prosthetic arm, the redhead was wearing regular, if somewhat worn and old streetwear. One glance would be enough to tell that he was a street rat and anyone who knew about the Hummingbirds gang, knew that they were doing a lot of good in Shinjuku, but weren't exactly filthy rich.

''What do you say we take this party to the next level? DJ crank up the music!'' He shouted at no one in particular.

Ghouligan
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[Dion Ward]

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”Shut the fuck up. If you’re not serious, go home.”

His breath was hot and damp as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere from behind the redhead. Dion hadn’t earned the alias ‘Stalker’ for nothing. Despite boasting a massive, hulking figure, his steps were quiet and smooth. It was difficult to see him coming until he chose to reveal himself.

Or perhaps his companions, similarly vigilant as their positions would suggest, had noticed him enter; had noticed him waiting. It wasn’t necessarily beyond their abilities- for people whose eyes were already wide open.

If anyone here recognized him, they’d know rumor had it that he already had half a dozen bodies to his name. Some people even said that he was one of the vigilantes responsible for murdering that massive dragon quirker that went crazy at the rehab facility only a few miles from here.

Ghouligan had proven a competent ally with a useful skill set- someone the tiger vigilante wouldn’t be opposed to working with again, even if only as a fairweather friend. When he heard news that he wanted to put together a network of contacts and information, it seemed too good to be true.

Vigilantes by nature were loners. If they thought and acted like most people, they’d naturally fall into line with heroes and villains. A vigilante, regardless of their creed, was someone who’s personal vision of justice was strong enough to make enemies of law enforcement and criminals alike, consigning themselves to a life of secrecy and always looking over their shoulders.

But perhaps that’s also what made them so pure. It wasn’t about a paycheck or a fucking Hollywood contract. It was about making a difference- about saving lives; even if it wasn’t pretty.

In Dion’s case, he simply took things a step further. Some people couldn’t be rehabilitated or saved. Those who wasted their second chances, those who couldn’t control themselves… Some people needed to be put down swiftly for the sake of the whole.

Dion was a solid six foot five, and covered in orange, white, and black fur. He had the head of a tiger, though the rest of his body was staunchly humanoid, more skin than fur, with easily apparent muscle. Ripped up jeans and a dirty wife beater were partially covered by an old, weathered green cloak. One that had been sewn up and put back together even more than he had.

“Ghouligan, is this serious, or are you playing clout-chasing games with children? I came here because I fingered you as someone competent.” His voice was a low, gravelly baritone.

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ From one man to the next, shouting out however they so figured, Grinta groaned as she entered the foray. Stepping through the main doors — a silhouette of a figure lined and shaped by the neon glow coming from her cloak and mask — the Argentine looked about the scene ahead of her, with her gaze lingering on the two loudest mouths. What began as word of mouth, just like most things, slowly seeped into the back of depths of chat logs and forums. Many hadn't even heard of the location in their posting of the idea — of the few who knew the details, of the nature of this gathering and the place it was held, Grinta had to be in attendance. She didn't trust Ghouligan, per se. She understood this meeting to be his doing, and for what sense she made of him, it didn't seem out of character — even still, to have it so open? She'd have supposed a more precise method of recruitment from him. She'd have figured him to bring together the most capable individuals he'd found for such a project, to filter the attendants purposefully and meticulously for his objective. Had he, perhaps, been interested in bringing the full spectrum of vigilantes to this place? To take in the many, many attitudes among the vigilante "faction" to a single, coherent idea? "Perso'ally," she began, scratching at the underside of her chin, "if neithe' is going to shut up, I'd rather ta'e a loudmouth ove' a cynic." Further stepping into the warehouse, she'd come to a stop nearer to Ghouligan, standing away from the door at their gatherer's back with plenty of space to make for herself. "Even if it's that brat who's doing it." He wasn't the worst she put up with before, even beyond his fragile impertinence. No, that honor went to another entity that, quite literally, lived in her head rent-free. "That's that stop-sign lookin' ass from before, ain't it?" A differing voice, seemingly from the same entrant, cackled. "S'prised he ain't dead yet; I thought he'd bite it by now." "So what, shou we'e wrong a'ain?" Grinta sighed. Moving her cloak open at the front, Grinta crossed her arms under her chest, her hands resting against her sides. "...Not that the twerp 'as much going on between the ears to be'in with, I guess." "See? Ya totally get it." "I wouldn't go so fa' as to assume, though." "Sure ya would," crooned the voice. "Mr. Primary Color over there's plenty ripe for it." ✉ tag -- Ghouligan warper Eiji Harada Dion Ward ✎ 419 words ※ Jackie in Da House

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it had to be done.

There was no other way.

They had No option.

It Had To Be Done.

That was a new mantra to help her cope after the reality of the situation sunk in...it wasn't all that long ago when she took part in snuffing out the light of someone's life. Murder was an absolutely last resort, not something she believed in committing herself...that was the shit villains did, right?

Sometimes...

...those thoughts haunted her late at night, dreams twisting into nightmares, but there was always the grim reminder that more people would have died if they tried to be total pacifists. Sure, she would have preferred if they kept him alive...but...how often did people break out?

How many times did she read about some psychopaths with a bone to pick going on a rampage?

How many times did people throw a murderous tantrum?

Too many times.

Too many damn times.

That's how many.

Someone had to stop them and she met two people who answered that call, people who actually cherished life despite taking it. A pair of grim reapers who would approach those that crossed a particular threshold...they had standards. That's why she didn't harbor a grudge, it wasn't some petty, mindless slaughter...unlike the one they stopped together. With that in mind, she took on this holy mission and had to make sure they never became the monsters they despised.

Make sure it never became worse.

Because it could always be worse.

So she would do her best to be their guiding light...or die trying.

Skating along carefully, she had one hand over her headphone, playing music to distract her thoughts to help her focus as she kept an eye out for her surroundings. Granted, sometimes her ears still rang, but that came with the territory of what she went through. Like damn! At least she was like...Tonka Tough when it came down to enduring lightning, that's for sure...!

Smiling thoughtfully to herself, Jaida knew it was the right thing to answer the call for unorthodox heroes who wanted to make society a better place! Plus, the reminder that she was no longer alone in this line of business, knowing there were others looking to work together were trying to find another quelled the loneliness in her heart of fighting alone. Granted, she was just getting back into it after getting over her failure born of sabotage, but no one got better by wallowing in self pity!

...even though she still had her days where she'd watch dramas while shoveling ice cream down her face and getting waaaaaaay too invested in the story while screaming at the T.V...

...STILL, MOST OF HER DAYS WEREN'T LIKE THAT!

Several songs later, she rooooooolled on through the entrance while lightly booping her headphone to stop the music gracing her eardrums. Activating her voice changer, she got all her shit together on the inside as she grinned upon seeing a small group of people, "Eyyyyy! I made it! Sorry I'm late!" Leaping to conclusions in a single bound, she blurted out, "Holy crap on a cracker! Ghouls, you got loooooooooads of buddies!" Skating around, she weaved around those who gathered, waving like an excitable puppy who was more than happy to see everyone as a delighted squeal escaped her.

Doing a pair of finger guns at the unfamiliar faces as a cat-like grin crept along her violet lips, she spoke with the most honest enthusiasm known to man, "Yoooo! I'm diggin' all these sick looks! Dude! You gotta tell me where ya shop! OOO! Or- or did ya make iii--OH SHIT!" Bringing up both hands to her cheeks for a moment, lightly smooshing her face in the process, she happily trotted in place with her wheels clickity clackiting for a moment.

THEN---!

She ssssssswwwwwwwooooooooooooooooooshed towards an all too familiar grumpy cat, "OH EM GEEEEE! NO WAY! HEY BIG GUY, YA SHOWED UP!" Excitedly opening up her arms, the only warning poor Stalker would get is the lil wiggle of her arms cause wow! When you got revolutionary technology in the form of snazzy boots, clearly it's a waste not to hug someone taller than you around the shoulders!

Quick like a whip, she kicked off the ground and her boots gave her a boost that brought her high enough to give God's Grumpiest Edgelord Tiger Guy™ a tight hug around the shoulders. Yes, even kicking her legs a bit as she hung off of the ground before letting go as she hovered back down to the ground for a soft landing. Her inability to read the room that there was so much as a shred of tension before she showed up was lacking and it was as obvious as her highlighter pink hair styled with spikes, accented by a vibrant blue streak. Shuffling to stand beside the familiar tiger man, she absentmindedly leaned her shoulder against her ally-buddy-bucko-pal-chum in the making.

This was one of those moments that were easily classified as head empty, heart full.

Even if she was pushed or shoved away for being way too friendly for her own good, she was in too good of a mood to have her inner light dimmed like there was no way she couldn't be over joyed about so many people sharing something in common!

[Ghouligan - warper - Eiji Harada - Dion Ward - Jackie Maradona]

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A vigilante gathering was precisely what Sho was looking for. He felt that lately, he had spent more time as his alias, Gyrfalcon, than himself. A group of people being summoned to one location wasn't exactly uncommon when it came to villains, but vigilantes weren't nearly as organized. All around, it was an odd situation as the news had traveled fast, with him learning of the meeting from a contact who did leave a somewhat cryptic warning that it could be a trap. Not that that wasn't immediately what his mind went to.
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Truthfully, he had arrived slightly earlier, taking the time to inspect the meeting place and the subsequent area around it for any traps or undercover officers ready to arrest the group. The last thing he needed was to stage another jailbreak after bailing out his idiot sister. He was hiding out in the rafters of the place, phased halfway through the wall in order to spy on the ground as they arrived. The man with the tattoos was the one who had set up this meeting...Ghouligan? Yeah that was him. From what Sho could dig up on him, he was a transplant who wasn't a huge fan of the direction of hero society. Sho couldn't really disagree as most of the people he ran into were either washouts or jaded people who had been burned before.
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Once he had watched long enough, he would exit the roof and climb back down the exterior before entering the way everyone else did. He entered without a word, with a mask to obscure his features and a sword on each hip, approaching the group that had gathered in the center. He wouldn't speak up until he figured out exactly what was happening. If it happened to go poorly or what they were up to was too criminal, he had no problem cutting down each and every one of them.

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[Ghouligan]

There were a handful of people here. A few familiar faces, a few strange. More than he could have hoped for, all things considered. And if word of this meeting spreads even further, and more importantly, the work they looked to accomplish, then Antoine might be looking at exactly what he had hoped for. He shouldn’t get ahead of himself — at any moment, everything could change.

“Everyone’s restless,” Antoine drank beneath his mask. For the next ten minutes, he could speak Japanese. “And I understand why.”

The personalities of the group varied from the jovial and lighthearted types to the straightforward and cynical types. Antoine isn’t a spokesman. He’s not a leader, either. He’s a man with an idea and a bit of luck.

“I’m new to Japan. But not too long ago, there was a 24-hour period where criminals ran rampant. No one has gotten to the bottom of why or how. But if the criminals are coming together and mobilizing, we should, too.” He looked to the room, gauging reactions, before continuing. “But we’re not heroes. We don’t have an infrastructure. We don’t have government spending or corporate advertisers to line our pockets. All we have is ourselves, our ambitions, and, hopefully, each other.”

A breath — a real one, from the pit of his very soul. Public speaking sucked.

“What I’m proposing is a network. There are no leaders, there are no orders, no obligations, there is only us. And anyone who wants to help. I’m not here to force your hands. I’m sure we all have our disagreements on what justice looks like. It’s why we operate alone.” Behind his mask, his eyes looked everyone over.

“But some problems are too big. Some problems you can’t solve by yourself.” He thought back to the lawyer and the systemic issues they presented. Then, the dragon, a creature that would have killed so many more had it not been for the help he had on that day.

“My name is Ghouligan. Combat specialist. I dabble in surveillance, too.” Then, the final proposition. “If none of you are interested in what I’m offering today, then you can walk away. But if you ever need my help, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

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Jaida Connor | Jackie Maradona | Dion Ward
Eiji Harada | warper | Shō Matsui

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Sure enough, there's the audacity. Conversations and callouts split the silence and, from the rafters, Warper remains completely silent. The only sound from him for the entire period is a series of clicks and clacks as his metallic gauntlets shift their grip on the edge of the rafter. He ignores everyone's statements, of course. Their business is their business. He's here for the guy at the center.

Sure enough, eventually, the bastard of the hour speaks up.

His head tilts as Ghouligan speaks. His gaze shifts to the side of the room and, quick as a whip, he's there, back leaned against the wall. Silent as a phantom with his arms crossed, Warper seems contemplative for a beat. Then he huffs, clicks his tongue, and shrugs.

"'Kay. I'm in." He finally speaks, voice carrying about as much passion as one can expect from someone who's remained silent and still for the meeting thus-far. "You can call me Warper. Transportation and engineering specialist. I move fast, and make things faster." He taps his visor with the clawed edge of his right gauntlet. "Made this gear myself, for example. Not the best at it yet, but my gear's passable. Guarantee you that it's better than any of the hand-me-down knee-pads and tape-wrap boxing gloves some vigis wear." He takes a second, rolls his shoulder, but keeps his gaze on Ghouligan.

"I'm not much of a tech developer on the coding side but, if you give me enough time, I can probably set something up for us to talk through. A way to secure lines for when we need each other, that way no heroes track us while we're down." He glances to the other vigilantes, violet slits on his mask going from person to person, then back to Ghouligan. He returns back to his lax position against the wall, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the person who called them all here.

Of course, his wording is to be noted. There was not an 'if' they needed each other. It was a 'when'.

He believes, genuinely, that they'll end up needing each other eventually... But, with how loud the crowd has been, he's also curious to see if anyone's stupid enough to get pissed at the notion of needing help.

Ghouligan | Jaida Connor | Jackie Maradona | Dion Ward | Eiji Harada | Shō Matsui

★fai

fear is non-existent. suit up and swing through the city.

[Dion Ward]

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Dion glared at the woman who called him a cynic, but before he could react, he was interrupted by another familiar face.

She was just as loud as she’d been the first time they’d met…but a part of him was glad to see she’d more or less recovered from her injuries. Even with the nature of her quirk, he still couldn’t believe she’d tanked that lightning blast to the face like a champ.

Of course, any semblance of respect he had for her turned to disdain as she leaped towards him, wrapping her arms around him in what could only generously be called a hug.

”Get off me you dumb bitch.” he growled. Truth be told, even with her far-too-bright-to-look-at personality, he much preferred her and Ghouligan to the majority of people who’d spoken up so far. He just…wasn’t so great at dealing with affection. It wasn’t something he’d exactly received a whole lot of.

Gently, he’d grab the top of her head with a single hand and peel her off of his chest, setting her down next to him.

”It’s not a bad idea. I would’ve walked out if you said some stupid shit like you were trying to form a team, but I think a network for resources and information is perfect. Serves our mutual interests and keeps us disconnected if anyone gets pulled in by the heroes or the cops. We can communicate in symbols and code phrases.”

Dion turned his attention to the first attendee who spoke up— that Warper fellow. The tiger vigilante winced at the comment about the tape-wrap boxing gloves, considering he was wearing that right now, but his points were solid.

”A secure line of communication would be a major asset, but it should be tested outside of our sphere first. Last thing we need is everyone getting burned if someone finds an exploit. I’ve used PGP keys before for secure, encrypted information- maybe something like a rotating public key would serve our purposes.” he offered.

”Since we want to stay anonymous, you can call me what everyone else seems to— Stalker. It’s not flattering, but it’s accurate. I’ve got extreme strength and speed in short bursts, and specialize in tracking down targets and taking them down when the opportunity arises. I mainly patrol Kabukicho, but when I catch wind of a genuine problem, I hunt them down and take care of it.”

With his piece said, he’d cross his arms and lean against the wall, waiting to hear what everyone else had to offer. He may not enjoy other peoples’ presence, but he would take any advantage he could get his hands on.

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Light and shadow are opposite sides of the same coin [break]
“We can illuminate our paths or darken our way. It is a matter of choice.”

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After a few minutes their didn't seem to be any additional people coming to this impromptu meeting. Smart as vigilanties were in a position that opposed both hero society AND villains. Very easily could have been a trap and Sho was sure that deterred more than a handful. Hell he could think of about 10 vigilantes he'd seen in the field that weren't here, likely because they didn't have as much of an effective means of escape as Sho's ability to phase. Regardless he stayed silent as Ghouligan explained his thoughts, Sho flicking glances at everyone to watch their body language. He wasn't sure what everyone here was truly capable of but what he did no is that from this spot some iajutsu would cripple anyone who decided to act in bad faith. Irony at its finest from a professional assassin.
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What the person named Warper came up with actually caught his attention. They really were fully decked out in gear that looking fairly advanced or at the very least they weren't bluffing when they said they had some skill. Stalker following up on the ideas of how to keep a loose network was something he could definitely get behind. He was apart of the ENKI Network after all and even then he didn't respond to any alerts besides Rui's and once in a blue moon, Retsu. This did however prompt him to speak up once more "Ronin." he would use one of his free hands to point to the blades on his body. "Self-explanatory and all anyone needs to know, really." There wasn't any malice in his voice as he was just stating a fact that everyone could understand. He would reach into his pocket and hold up what was clearly a phone that was a little beaten up and once they could identify that it was just a phone and not a bomb he would toss it over to Warper.
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"If a network is what we're after there's no better place to start than with the ENKI Network. It's a channel that only registered members get to use and is where the call to action from the other day originated." he'd point to the phone "That was taken off of one of the petty criminals. It has no password and you're free to keep it, I have no use for it anymore." crossing his arms he continued "Shinjuku i-Land Tower 6-5-1 Nishi-Shinjuku, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo 163-1339." He'd pause for a brief moment to see if anyone could recognize that address and regardless he'd continue to explain for those who didn't "A restaurant. Has a hidden doorway that leads to an underground bunker that stores the servers. Data is encrypted so you'd have a bad time trying to find out names, but if you're skilled enough to reverse engineer something like this," he'd nod at Warper before turning to Dion "We'll have our own encrypted network." another nod before centering his gaze behind the mask at Ghouligan "I also know of an underground doctor who will treat anyone regardless of their allegiance and doesn't take money. Just trinkets and objects that capture their interest." That was as much free info he was willing to give without more trust of the individuals that were gathered here.

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Dion Ward Ghouligan warper Eiji Harada Jackie Maradona Jaida Connor[break]
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[Jaida Connor]

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sling shot

Most people would be outright offended by getting low key snapped at, plus being called a dumb bitch out the gate. But for this twink tank, she figured with how he held himself with the personality of porcupine quills...it didn't sound necessarily venomous? She'd been insulted PLENTY of times, like insults that came right from a genuinely mean place aaaand it didn't hit like that? Plus, it was hard to really cut this optimistic ray of sunshine deep enough to actually feel terrible about herself! Getting peeeeeeeeeled off, that's when she blurted out, "Whoops! Sorry, sorry!" Holding up her hands slightly as if to playfully, silently say oh noooo, I surrender, she lightly fanned her hands with a soft laugh as her wheels plopped upon the ground.

Reaching up to fluff the spikes of her hair with a soft hum, she knew the dude could PROBABLY squish her skull if he actually wanted to be violent towards her. So that was another dash on the tally chart of dude isn't bad, just kinda grumpy! Though once the man of the hour spoke up, he had their full attention...despite pinch her hair's spike's back in place. Lowering her hands, she lightly cupped her cheek and listened intently while slowly blinking...

....he was trying to solve problems that seemed out of the hands of Pro-Heroes...

...which...

...always struck such an odd chord with the vibrant, petite woman.

How do they just...miss the mark on these things and allow it to slip beyond their grasp like a pile of over cooked noodles?

"...geeze....that's not good..." Lightly shaking her head with a slight frown as she leaned even more into hand...it could be worse, but it was still kiiiiinda bad? Like for a surge to go under the radar was riddled with glowing red flags, something wasn't right and they had to at least attempt to do something! They were heroes without a contract, at least that's how she saw it!

At least he was making an effort to figure out a solution in the form of a sense of unity...which was something she could absolutely get behind. After all, she was really tired of trying to take on the weight of numerous burdens all alone...it was a tough pill to swallow, but you know what? She was enough of a grown ass adult with a good head on her shoulders to realize it wasn't the most realistic approach. Especially if maybe one day...she wanted to be someone Riley could actually go to in their time of need.

...though she wasn't willing to accept that may never happen, that day may never come.

That...was something she harbored unhealthy levels of denial towards, but maybe that would change one day.

Taking in a deep breath before letting out a thoughtful sigh...she at least could rest assured that there would be one person for sure who would stand by Ghouligan's idea. The statistics of how many folks were here gave a bit more to invest hope in at least maybe one or two others willing to help make this work. With her eyes darting to the first voice that spoke up, she couldn't help but beam a bright smile, "OH HELL YEAH, LET'S GOOOOOO!" Thrusting her fists up in the air to celebrate in this shared corner, she offered god's most enthusiastic golf clap with a big ol grin as this Warper fella mentioned he made his gear and SEEMED willing to offer that to others, too!

WOW ACTUALLY!

HE SEEMED LIKE HE WANTED TO REALLY HELP THE CAUSE!

Part of her wondered if maybe she could collaborate with the guy, learn some stuff and possibly have someone around to go into her love of gunpla! WOW THAT WOULD BE COOL! Despite having such a warm, friendly personality going for her, she...uh.....didn't have a lot of friends? Folks she was cool with from her repair business, sure! But...she was pretty sure they didn't really see her as a friend? Maybe one day some of the regulars would look at her as friend material, but ehhhh...she didn't hold her breath too much about it since she didn't have much in common with em'. Getting along with folks was more than enough to keep her happy, though...it was good enough.

"That's the spirit! You can TOTALLY figure it out, man! I can help a bit!" Giving Warper two thumbs up, she figured it wouldn't hurt to at least offer affirmation for all that moxy! Then she looked towards the direction of the next voice, she...uh...did notice he winced a lil at the corner of her eye when Warper spoke about ratty pieces of equipment...

...was Stalker the kinda dude who would be okay getting an offer to test out stuff she made which inherently meant an upgrade. Not knowing him well enough to extend such a potential deal, she'd listen to what he had to say first before tossing some positive reinforcement his way. Bobbling her head in a nod when she agreed with the points being laid out, it...hmmm yeah that was a valid concern! Though she wasn't totally sure she could take on something like that, it didn't mean she wasn't willing to make the effort if it seemed like no one else here could!

Lightly scratching her cheek in thought, she figured it made sense that folks were spilling bits of tea about themselves since...well...for one, it'skinda hard to locate folks if you don't know where to find them, right? It's like calling out for help in the void, hoping someone would answer which...really depended on luck. That and what they were capable of was good to know because quirks were a lot like tools, you need the right one for certain jobs and others may not work. Ghouligan mentioned his strengths as well, so did Warper...should she really open up the tin on what she could do?

There was always this lingering fear that someone was gonna dig up dirt on her...knowing what her quirk was, narrowing it down to her and--maybe it was a little irrational? The fear that everyone here would despise her for attempting to be a Pro-Hero once upon a time and the narrative of her failure. Maybe they wouldn't rely on her...

...maybe they wouldn't see her as someone they could count on.

Offering a comforting pat on Stalkers elbow, she spoke softly, "Psst, big guy, you're doing just fiiiiine without fancy pants things. Ya don't need em' if ya don't want em'." After that, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and pondered on what she should share about herself....

During that moment, she heard another voice speak up and she leaned over a bit to have a better look of whooooooomst. Though she'd offer a polite lil' wave as though to quietly say hulloooo for a moment and WOOP, Slapped her hand on her cheek as a gasp escaped her upon the sight of all those blades, "Yoooo, nice...!" For someone with a keen eye regarding metal, those looked like they'd been VERY WELL taken care of!

Though the moment that phone was brought out, she lightly tapped her cheek while listening to something about an ENKI network which....sounded handy? Though she couldn't help but wonder how good or safe it was to use since it didn't seem like its creator was here as far as she could tell. Not knowing who's behind something was like taking a gamble with accepting a drink from a stranger at the bar, something she didn't do after seeing what happened to others back in America.

Yet...it sounded pretty handy if it was as secure as advertised.

If anyone should have it, it should probably be with Ghouligan...right?

Bringing her hands up to press her gloved fingertips together in thought, lightly tapping them with a melodic, metallic clickity clack, little to those around her...

...most likely...

She was keying in the address after it was spoken with what felt straight out of left field, connecting with the burner in her pocket to search up the location. Tilting her chin up slightly, she had a visual for herself as Ronin spoke about it..."...huh...ya wouldn't know it by just lookin' at it..." Muttering that thought out loud beneath her breath, she slid her hands across one another to cross them...which on her end, triggered her burner to save the data in her visor for future use. Smiling thoughtfully as she planned to do a little more digging on the place, make sure it's truly safe for everyone...even if it meant visiting the place herself in one of her civilian-ish get-ups.

If it ended up being some kind of weird trap, she figured she was sturdy enough to handle it at the very least.

The vibrant haired woman's smile brightened as she heard the guy talk about an indiscriminate doctor who would help others for shiny clickity clack neat things, "Really?! Hey! That's super cool! Gotta love a person who helps others just because! Maybe you could connect her with the rest of us later, yeah?" Clapping her hands together, she got way too excited to stay on the sidelines! There wasn't so much as a shred of sarcasm in her tone when she spoke earlier, she meant it with all her heart!

"Oh! Yeah! Uh! Right! Hiya ladies, gents and those in-betwen like me! I'm totally in on this thing!" Holding up her hand like she was trying to answer a question in class or a group meeting, though she waved when she said, "Gadget, here! Willing to help even though I really don't know what I can contribute that someone else can't!" Her honesty was certainly right there in the open, lowering her hand before thumb pointing to herself, she figured sprawling out the next red carpet of statements would be a safe enough bet...

"I can take a punch easy peasey, so if ya need a meat shield?! BET! I'M HERE FOR YA!" Lifting her hand slightly, she twirled her hand a bit, "I also make n' code stuff, but I'm still learnin' so heh, bear with me, yeah?" Moving her finger to rest it upon her chin, she thoughtfully spoke up, "That phone thing sounds like it would be a tough nut to crack with reverse engineering, but hey! I'll give it a shot if no one else can and uhhh ya know, wants me to? I'm pretty resourceful n' all so...mmmmaaaaayyyyybeee?"

Crossing her arms, she lightly tilted her chin and looked up in thought, "...mmmmaybe I could figure it out? Not totally sure, but I do know I've made a lot of snazzy stuff from scraps n' junk I found..." Snapping her fingers, she had a straight up light bulb moment and showed off her sharp pearly whites, "So I guess I'm a bit of a scavenger, ha! Y'all need me to help with supplies? HIT ME UP!" Digging into her pockets, she held up a bunch of cards with a cat-like grin, "Take one if ya want for those of ya who want em'!" Granted, it had contact info and all for those who took one with a little drawing of her doing a thumbs up with the word GADGET written on it...

....yup, she did, in fact make business cards special for this meeting.

"I do repairs, too! I'm just kinda traveling around n' all, so who knows! A Gadget could be in your area!" Doing a lil finger gun motion, she playfully added a lil' "Peeewwwm~!"

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Grinta watched on as the many vigilantes — more than she'd anticipated — went on about their pieces. First, as both this show's beginner and epicenter, Ghouligan called for their gathering — their purpose in his objective — speaking of unity in this place he laid. Where the predominant front, the pro-heroes, had once reigned supreme in their resources and cooperation, now too had villains managed the same; she couldn't deny what ENKI wrought, of what greater organization lay just beneath its creation. No, that day wouldn't be the end of it. Days more vile than that would surely come. Grinta bit down on the inside of her cheek. The second man to take the stage, a man adorned in vibrant, neon shades of violet, immediately clamored for a role; so quick? She supposed it wasn't yet a commitment to anything, but to so brazenly accept it? To take one listen and immediately bet on it? That couldn't have been a normal response, not even normal amongst the freaks at this show. And to so blatantly state his part, to throw together something he wasn't even sure he'd achieve — such people were the ones to respond to Ghouligan's call. Not a surprise, she supposed. No, as the cynic then claimed his spot, it would only further sink down her back. From her shoulders down to her spine, like a chain clamped around her neck pulling her down, she bit harder on her cheek, the faint taste of metal filling her mouth. Were they all so emboldened as to immediately take up the offer? And he, just like what came before him, dropped everything that marked him; for him, as "Stalker." But, as Ronin stepped forward from the shadows, opening his lips and speaking as he did, Grinta's gaze focused. Where with the other she peered in their general direction, her luminescent gaze now honed intently in on the swordsman, seldom straying from its focus. Even as he tossed the phone to Warper, her gaze fixed on Ronin. Even as Gadget went on in their amusing display of bubbly optimism, Grinta didn't shift away. She stood there, rigid and unmoving, as she examined him, listening to the present rant. Were her gaze elsewhere, Grinta might have melted in laughter; no, she almost certainly would have. But something else, something in Ronin's words, grasped at her, strangling her with only a few words left to fit through her throat — only so many things she could say from it now. "'ow 'trange shou a'e." Pulling an arm from her cloak — her gaze having lifted away — Grinta traced a hand inside her hood, scratching at the back of her neck. "It 'as no password, shou say? That means shou've alrea'y opened the phone befo'e — but if that's the case, and if my eyes 'aven't de'eived me, I didn't see its control ring." "Now, per'aps shou simply tried it fresh after collecting it; shou would 'ave been clo'e enough, certainly." Her hand arm lowered. With it, in its return to her side, her cloak would fall closed again. "Shou know enough of 'ow the sy'tem works, but shou don't bring the tool ne'essary to access it? Shou bring a device capable of pinging ENKI users — crimi'als and villains alike — to its loca'ion, and shet shou leave out such a cru'ial part?" She tilted her chin up. "Sounds a bit 'trange as an offer, doe'n't it?" ✉ tag -- Ghouligan warper Eiji Harada Dion Ward Jaida Connor Shō Matsui ✎ 566 words ※ Lil bits of mystique~

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[Ghouligan]

Some were eager, some were hesitant.

Whether or not it reflected on how trusting or how needlessly suspicious these people were, it took all kinds. The strength of diversity was perspective. Some saw the opportunity and wished to capitalize while others preferred a more thorough, regimented approach. Both of which were valuable and both of which would be explored in the future. But in the present, with the limited time they had amongst themselves — a Ghouligan’s inability to speak Japanese with his slug — it was important to streamline the discussion.

“A reminder that today is about introductions. This warehouse is safe for the moment. But anyone of here could be our downfall,” It was important to acknowledge the risk they were taking. “I’ll take that risk on behalf of everyone. If words get out of a traitor or a mole, I’ll deal with them accordingly.”

This wasn’t an ego trip. This wasn’t him thinking himself above the rest. This was a reassurance to those who needed it. He’d take responsibility for any harm that’d follow them out of this warehouse.

“There’s been some good ideas, too. An encrypted network, code words and symbols, rotating safe houses, and more. We even have you to thank, Ronin.” He nods in their direction. “I came across a couple of those phones but couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Hoping I can count on a few of you to get the ball rolling.”

Antoine scanned the room. There was something off, but it might be his senses going haywire. He’s used to working alone. Comradery was unfamiliar. It might be the tension getting to him. Or maybe it’s the slug forming in his stomach, eager to crawl out once it has solidified.

“I’ll be following up with you individually — with anyone who wants to join the network, that is.” He said. “If you don’t, then speak your peace. I’m not interested in wasting anyone’s time.”

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Phase III ends November 6th.

Jaida Connor | Jackie Maradona | Dion Ward
Eiji Harada | warper | Shō Matsui

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He listens. Might not look like it, but Warper takes careful note of every little shift and piece of information offered up. People seem to be on board with an encrypted network, and some are offering the idea of reverse-engineering something akin to ENKI for their own benefit. He won't lie: It sounds hard as hell, and it'd no doubt take time... but then that Gadget woman speaks up, and a small weight is pulled off from his shoulders.

In blunt honesty, if he was going to be the only one here with an idea of how to get into tech, he may have had to consider actually charging Ghouligan for his services.

Course, then there's the other figure, the one with the blade and the cloak that starts talking. Frankly, he's barely paid attention to their names. By all accounts, he should be committing each one to memory - but, for now, he's more concerned with what they're bringing to the table and saying than what they want to go by. Those casual things can wait. Right now, he's in business mode.

"Gadget, if you're into tech, you and I could probably figure something out for a network." He huffs, though he sounds less angry or annoyed and more resigned to his fate as an introvert possibly now in-leagues with what appears to be an extrovert on at least one type of stimulant. "Anybody who wants to help with that, actually... Hell, we could make a tech-team for it. If we all want an encrypted network, the more hands we get on getting one set up, the faster it'll get done."

He turns his attention to Ghouligan. "Like I said. Count me in for all of this."

Ghouligan | Jaida Connor | Jackie Maradona | Dion Ward | Eiji Harada | Shō Matsui

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