[Matsu]

NIGHT RAID - Group 1

Okubo [Shinjuku], 8:25 PM.

A message that traveled through the underground network that explicitly targeted villains. A facility that housed advanced weaponry and valuables was the target of a raid. Thrown together at the last minute to not tip off any authorities, the goal was to quickly gather in a warehouse in Okubo under the watchful eye of Azazel.

It should have raised some eyebrows. A last-minute raid in these circumstances would not appeal to everyone, especially the more cautious villains. However, for some, the allure of getting their hands on rare goods was too good to be true, or perhaps they just wanted to cause chaos. Regardless of their intention, there would be a reasonably sizeable turnout gathered in this unmarked warehouse.

“Welcome to the Night Raid of Okubo; my name is Azazel.” The figure would step out into the light, elevated on a platform so all gathered could see. “The reaction time of local heroes has been sub 5 minutes, so for our goal, we will start the raid quickly and end it just as quickly. Once you’ve gotten your goods, get out.” They were rather blunt with their instructions. “I’m not here to babysit you. I’m after a very specific thing, and no, you won’t get any more details. You are all a distraction so that I can guarantee this item's capture.” They would point to their watch. “You have 5 minutes before we mobilize; in the meantime, I will answer questions or feel free to mingle. I don’t care either way. If you’re unwilling to participate, I suggest you leave while you can.” they would take a step to give those who were either planning to leave or had questions the chance to do so.

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tag: Bakiri Retsu facade King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin

[King of Hearts]

❝

真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

They say familial bonds are the strongest.

Now...

...that was incredibly true in oh so many facets of this particular fellow.

Save for his mother and father, they could rot and make the world a better place by becoming fertilizer.

When it came to their siblings, it was a completely different tale in of itself, they were to be protected and cherished with every fiber of their being. With each stride, his hips lightly swayed to the beat of his own drum...reminding himself why he bothered with some last minute bullshit such as this....

...Murano, Kenji was missing.

With what he was learning about their families and why his fatherly uncle broke away from it all...there was a chance, an opportunity to find Murano. If someone purchased their only friend in this cesspool, there was a chance he'd show up. If he ran away, he may be desperate to garner as many tools as he could to stay away. They would never forget the numerous burn marks upon Murano's body...a story of a boy who was used like a fuckin' ashtray. Shit like that pissed off the brothers sharing an existence upon this world...that's why Yoshimitsu was taking it upon himself to solve the mystery in places Beaumont couldn't.

The world wasn't ready for how much of a nosy bastard he'd become.

Hell, even he was hardly ready for it!

Not once did Yoshimitsu, the King of Hearts, let his guard down as he made his way over...last thing he needed was to get jumped in some sort of trap and cock up this whole...self appointed mission. Beaumont's conscience was out like a light, fully entrusting him on this journey of sorts as though it was a road trip. The drivers take turns, one takes a proper rest and the other is entrusted with getting them to their destination safe n' sound. Sure, sometimes one of them became more like a passenger who would commentate on the various things during their drive...but not this time.

As the warehouse came into view, all six eyes took it in and the trio in one exchanged glances...not completely sure what to expect when they entered the threshold. So...a little insurance was in order...was it not? For now, he stood at a height of about six feet and five inches tall. A few inches taller than Beaumont...but still short enough to leave the element of surprise in the event he needed to...ahem...add on to his stature as an intimidation tactic. Even in a world where quirks were a brand of the norm to enough people out there in the world...a sudden height shift would freak some of em' out.

Besides, it was a pretty useful tactic in the animal kingdom and super sentai...

...okay only when the protagonists did it, but that wasn't going to stop Yoshimitsu from saving that particular ace up his sleeve! Although he hadn't been the most seasoned in gambling himself, he knew well enough that one doesn't simply just show off their hand or give it all away. Stepping past the threshold, he took a few steps and allowed that vibrant grin of his to crack across his lips as he brought his hands up towards the feathery looking neon blue flames accenting his neck and cloak. Those bemused skulls at each side mimicking laughter as he ran his clawed fingertips through it...an arch of red glitter shaped like a heart behind him like some sort of extra ass background before raining down in a line upon the ground like a carpet.

Laughter cackled out of him with the soft accent of static as he dusted off his coat, unceremoniously leaving a little trail of glitter as he made his way to join the crowd. This man walked like he was part of a whole ass fashion show, one hand upon his hip as the other swayed at his side like a metronome. "Well, well, well...what have we here~?" There was an air of bemusement over the whole thing as he looked around to take in his peers with a static ridden chuckle before stopping in place. Lightly shifting his weight as the two skulls hovering over those wide shoulders idly bobbled their heads, almost like they had a catchy tune in their heads and simply vibing.

So far...no sign of Murano.

Although part of him felt a sense of relief, there was a bubbling frustration that this was yet another failed attempt to find the one his brother was so fond of....

A soft pulse of red danced about his vibrant green eyes with a twist of blue, trickling through the neon cerulean upon his form as the man's grin grew with what appeared to be glee as the words of being a distraction while treating themselves. This buffet of goodies wouldn't last forever...but it was soon, for now? The appetizer was getting to mingle or ask about the main course... "Mmmmhhhmm..." Thoughtfully offering a sense of acknowledgement...he...really didn't have any questions.

So for now...?

He started looking like he was taking a seat as red glitter accented by bits of pearlecsent white burst from his body to make a throne for himself to sit upon. Resting an elbow upon one of the arms and idly rest his cheek upon his knuckles, the other hand resting upon the opposite arm as those clawed finger tips lightly rapped upon its surface. Crossing his legs with the top foot lightly rocking back and forth....eyeing his peers while trying to figure out what sort of hand he'd been dealt into on this fine evening...

...this throne was a bit much to just sit in and kill time upon, suuuuuure....!

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?

At least he was comfortable!

Besiiiiiiiiides, it was easy enough to tidy up...

✎ tags -- (Bakiri Retsu, facade, Callisto Tengoku, Rei Ijuin, Matsu)
✉ ammo: 24\24
※ notes: Yup, he's just vibing, chillaxin'...but he'll chitter chatter if anyone approaches him!

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A hand traced over a shoulder, etching the tips of its fingers over the outer contour while the thumb kneaded just above the collarbone at the softer tissue. Past the ashen hood pulled up and over, decorated in cyan-blue swirls set to blazing patterns that yet tore at the elbows, and past the white undershirt leaving his arms untouched, the hand rubbed along. Its nails were fine, filed down into neat curves moving along their shape, and the veins traced prominently along the back, quietly pulsing as it rubbed against its shoulder; the knuckles were hidden beneath wraps that traced all the way up his exposed forearm, marking their end as they met the joint, yet the actual fingers remained bare.

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The figure stepped into the warehouse, pressing one flat to the floor after the other. With the opposite, free hand resting in his pocket, he strode through the place toward a place he found free. Albeit, however, at the side of another, who arose in a flurry of sparkles and light as they took the seat of their newly-anointed throne. The figure, from beneath their mask, winced at the illumination suddenly poured onto him, even lifting their hand from their pocket to shield himself.

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As the king's light cascaded onto the figure, their illumination lit up the figure's own mask, dazzling and dotting the specks of his Colombina mask. Blue and golden spots reflected back to the king as the figure lowered their hand, squinting through the radiance and the harsher shadows cutting from it, and their gaiter mask ate at what fell on it.

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"Shit," he groaned, "did you miss the 'night' part?" As he dropped the hand to his side, the man yawned, though his mouth remained hidden behind his choice of dress. "I rolled out of bed for work, not a light show, y'know..."

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With one hand still on his neck and the other left to roam, the latter brushed up against the throne, dragging his index across the armrest and gathering the sparkle along his fingertip. Dancing in his eyes, the blue of his iris disappeared in the depths of the scarlet, cascading and falling over his color as he brought it closer to his sight; he gently ground it between his index and his thumb, watching the gleam as it became more and more dust — more than it already was, anyway.

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"...Least make me a seat or something, if you're at it anyway."

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[King of Hearts]

❝

真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

With his vibrant gaze constantly scanning over the area, he tried to look for anyone even remotely resembling the Murano boy...

--but nothing.

Not a damn thing.

The soft click of his tongue was hidden within a frustrated chuckle as he tallied down yet another failure in their search for the one who pulled at his brother's heart strings. Then his thoughts were pulled away from the morbid realization that they may be on a cold case of sorts, some guy bitching about the glamorous presentation he provided to prove how much of a goddamn distraction he's volunteering to be like some sort of cocky cockatoo peacock. Providing the one who approached his glitzy ass self, he figured it would be as good of a time as ever to inform this guy what he signed up for, "Ahhh and you missed the part that we're all a distraction for that guy, Azazel up there. We can grab what we want, sure, but we're still a distraction all the same."

With an air of idle thoughtfulness, like a bare bones level of courtesy, those words drifted off towards the late arrival. Adjusting his posture ever so slightly, he shifted his arm that was merely resting upon the throne to idly direct his visitor's attention toward the one who brought them all together. For a moment, he held out his hand, blue glitter forming into a cube this time around as he looked at his company. "Five minutes...a little less at this point, but it looks like we'll be heading out soon. Stick with me and I'll cover you if things get messy during this distraction."

Saying the last portion of those words softly enough to a near whisper, he flicked the blue glitter block beside his own throne. It was sizable enough to make for a suitable enough seat with proper leg room of that fellow's stature, compacted enough to remain sturdy if he chose to take the provided seat...though he gestured to the freed up arm of his throne. "Pick a seat, any seat..." After that, he rest his arm across the bend of his stomach. "...I'm the King of Hearts, but I welcome nicknames in this little court corner~" With such a light heart gracing the feathery man's tone, the two floating skulls beside him nodded in agreement as he polished those words with a smirk.

Almost like he was playfully challenging the new acquaintance to come up with something clever.

✎ tags -- (Callisto Tengoku || Matsu, Bakiri Retsu, facade, Rei Ijuin )
✉ ammo: 24\24
※ notes: chillin' like a villain & givin' seats away!

MADE BY MIZO

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Rei has an inherent hatred for just about everything normal, stemming from the inability to participate in the normal. Sightseeing, reading through sight, writing, driving, running, colours, seeing how people looked. The normal is not so normal for him, and by god does he hate that, and by god does he hate how many people are around him. All of equal minds, some more spiteful or heinous than his bitter mindset, but he wishes they weren't here, he wishes there was only a few of them. He hates acknowledging that he's just as bottom of the rank as a worker bee in the queen's hive.[break][break]

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Frankly, it's sensory overload, and his sightless eyes are doing their best to focus on the queen bee Azazel as he explains his plan. Anyone around him seems to disappear as he scoffs out loud. Immediately, Rei wants to leave even more. What a ridiculous notion! "We're a distraction?" He hisses, grip tightening on his cane. "And what do we get out of that, jail time? Seeing as you're so confident, I'd like to hear more about what you actually intend on doing for the sake of everyone here. I think I'd be better off just leaving and saving my own hide."

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The man dragged a hand across the cube, leaning himself along the ledge as his arm swept across the surface. Even now, as he watched the sifting particles, his eyes recoiled to shrink, yet, at the same time, the man forced his eyes wide for the glittering sights before him. Dotting through his eyes came through the light, swirling like the inside of a storm cloud as the flakes cascaded along his wrapped arm.

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He rested along his chest and stomach, crossing his arms along the opposite edge and resting his chin upon them. His legs dangled from the opposite end before curling up and inwards, folding them as to better fit himself. The glitter traced beneath his weight, like constantly shifting sands, as he lay there, humming along to the tone.

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"Pretty sure there's a difference between a distraction and a target," he mused airily. "And I'd rather keep my neck out of the chain tonight, thanks; I wanna make good time on this." As to what kind of chains, though, he wouldn't say. Instead, he would simply laze across the cube made for him to sit, offering an extended gaze up to the King of Hearts.

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"But sure, Mister Peacock." The edges of his eyes creased with the shape of his smile. "I'll stick with you, so long as you know what voice to keep with me. And later, maybe another time, I'll see what other seats you have open."

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"Or, at the very least," he'd roll over on the cube, shifting the sands to his back and hanging his legs down the length. "I won't be freaking out over whatever that other guy's got going on."

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The figure cupped a hand over his cheek, shouting over to the voice he heard. As he did, he propped himself up on his elbows, craning his neck up and from the cube in his efforts. "You already heard the offer to leave, man! Don't like the deal, then don't take it; don't think any of us want a guy who's gonna get in the way!"

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3/30 Charges, Negative

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[King of Hearts]

❝

真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

Admittedly, a good part of him expected to be treated with skepticism when simply following through on you want a seat? Okay, bet. Or even the notion of having the back of those who chose to stick with him on this little excursion of sorts. Despite this all being a dead end for him and his personal goals, it would be a complete and utter waste of time to simply show himself out....there was also a single thread of a chance he could get a lead of some kind. Yoshimitsu wasn't one to give up with ease when it came to goals...the warehouse itself could have a clue of some sort lingering about.

Even if it didn't, he could take whatever the hell he wanted, sell it on the black market and acquire more resources. Be it paying someone off for information, an extra set of eyes that only asked what do I get out of this?, or a little extra funds to get his sister a gift for when Beaumont met up with her again...it was a completely salvageable waste of time. Besides...if he played his cards right, it looked like he could potentially rope in an ally or two and expand his own forming network.

Life offered him an empty glass the moment he couldn't spot Murano, but he took that empty glass and took it to the well of opportunity to fill it himself.

It was all about adjusting one's perspective, after all...

...even with his company more or less pointing out that his present approach was being more of a targeted distraction. Chuckling softly as he gently lifted the hand across his stomach to idly sway it to and fro, "Now, now...I wouldn't direct attention towards you..." Shifting his legs as he swapped the position with the top to the bottom, his words carrying a casually polite air about them. All to affirm he wasn't here to paint a target on him...

...not unless his lovely company gave him a damn good reason to do so.

Loyalty was an equal exchange in his guide book to life, he was quick to shove a knife in someone's back if they gave him valid reason to feel like their alliance was as thin as one ply toilet paper. This particular alliance felt more like...maybe two or three ply toilet paper levels of strong, sturdy enough to make it worth his while...but not fall into a false sense of security just yet.

Test the waters, see how it all holds up.

Something they seemed to be on the same page about in their own way.

"Mr. Peacock? That's a new one~" Playfully musing those words out loud, softly beneath his breath...yet pronounced enough to be heard be the one close to him with ease. Though he didn't quite wear it on his glamorous sleeve, it did take him aback that someone who just met him considered arranging another rendezvous. How very interesting this whole exchange was... "We'll just have to see where the evening takes us, won't we...hm?" Those words trailed off as a new voice rang through the air...

Sitting up a bit, his gaze danced about the crowd as someone who actually cared about the details tried to speak up on everyone's behalf. Admittedly, he didn't care much...if it all, about those details since he figured there must be things of worth and value, yet he could level and understand with the inquiry itself at its core. Hearing his companion of the evening remind him, as well as anyone with the same wave of thought that they could just leave. Lightly bringing a clawed digit over his own mouth in thought...he exchanged glances with the two skulls at his side, the two of four brothers who were non-verbal most of the time.

The one with seemingly floppy ears lightly tilted their head and the other with no visible ears to be seen tilted their gaze upward. It wasn't a moment longer until they both looked at Yoshimitsu and offered a couple of nods, they were curious and wanted him to vocalize it for them. "..heh..." Scoffing that out before gently shaking his head with a thoughtful smile, he sat upright within his throne and rested the palm of his hand at the edge of his armrest before swaying his hand away from his face and into the air, directing it towards the one who harbored concerns.

"Why yes, he could just leave, any of us could, really! What incentive are you, Azazel, offering to the little lambs who wish for a quality carrot dangling on a stick, hm? Free goodies 'till our hearts content is fine by me, mind you, but now I'm just curious about your own goals, Azazel~! Keep your secrets on what the mysterious item you're after is, but would you really be giving away too much by sharing a little about the bigger picture before we go~?" How he spoke those words were with an air of curiosity and sense of respect for the fellow who brought them all together, it was damn clear with the way he remained seated that there was no such intent to leave. In fact, he leaned back with a bemused grin and brought his hands behind the back of his head to get extra comfortable, "Please, threaten us all with a good time, Azazel~"

Playfully blurting out those words with an air of encouragement, the glitzy man dressed to the 9's turned his attention back towards that rather cat-like companion of his as that grin of his grew wide. A bemused chuckle breaking forth from him as the two skulls beside him nodded at the extended invitation to have their curiosity satiated. This time, lowering his voice and speaking in a more hushed, thoughtful tone...much like a theater whisper, "Oooooh this is either going to be really good or a pinch bit disappointing~" Shrugging a bit as he got comfortable for the short moments they had left before taking their leave towards phase two, "Wonder which it'll be~" practically humming those words beneath his breath...he wondered if more folks in the peanut gallery would speak and even what sort of answer Azazel would offer.

Honestly, he'd stick around either way...but now he was just being plain ol' nosy for the sake of being nosy!

✎ tags -- Callisto Tengoku, Rei Ijuin & Matsu || facade, Bakiri Retsu
✉ ammo: 24\24
※ notes: spill that tea, or dont!

MADE BY MIZO

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[Bakiri Retsu]

Retsu couldn't help but feel like this whole thing smelled, and it wasn't just the moldy inside of this warehouse. A hint of teeth was bared as she glared at her general surroundings. It didn't matter. She'd just about had it with always being one step behind, whatever got thrown at her today she'd eat it and spit it back out.

Her gut feeling wasn't the only thing tipping her off either. It'd been quite a while since she'd taken any jobs through anything but the ENKI system but a lucrative offer had finally made its way to her ears through the grapevine. Yet who does she see when she gets there? The big man himself. Almost as if he were mocking her, once more one step ahead. Her glare deepened as she continued to scowl at everything around her.

She straightened up right after and took a slow breath, exhaling through gritted teeth as her gaze turned more observant instead of hateful. It was a deadly mistake in a line of work like hers and yet she'd nevertheless been dropping her guard subconsciously due to the people around. Her eye twitched. Seriously, what the hells was up with that? One of them looked like he had to attend a masquerade after this, another like they just came from a carnival -and was that glitter they were dragging in? Now that's real evil- not to mention the last one... was he blind? The cane sure hinted at it.

Taking out her phone she absent-mindedly typed out a note that said 'glitter bomb' while acknowledging Azazel's words with a nod. It was hardly the first time she had to get in and out quick she thought with a vague hint of a smile creeping up her face at the memory of Operation Babel. She'd been in more or less Azazel's position during parts of it and both gotten a lot of money and a few less competitors for her position out of it.

As for being a distraction, oddly enough it actually calmed Retsu down. Betrayal you know is coming is much easier to deal with than the one that catches you off guard. Almost unbidden her hand scratched at her back just beneath her ribs. As far as she was concerned he was the distraction for her escape once she's done turning the place upside down. Agreeing with Ijuin's statement with a hum she added a question of her own while ignoring the ones shouting from the back.

"And wat's the expected resist'nce?"

Her gaze briefly flicks to the more heavily lit area of the warehouse while she awaits Azazel's reply. If Retsu wasn't mistaken the circus pair seemed to know each other, adding another point towards the theory that this whole thing was some kind of conspiracy. She didn't know quite what the goal was yet but hell would freeze over before she rolled over and let it happen. 

Pushing off the wall she'd been leaning against she casually sauntered over to Facade. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, after all. Sure, she hadn't forgotten his assistance during her house's 'remodeling' but Retsu knew there was no such thing as free cake.

"Yo. What brings you 'round 'ere? Something fancy in that facility that's caught y'r eye?"

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Tags: facade King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin Matsu

[facade]

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| facade | @freelance_facade
Location: Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: working.
Now Playing: Rag'n'Bone Man - Human

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facade had been doing his best to remain unnoticed. He wasn't wearing one of his trademark masks today. Instead: a standard lower face mask (the kind that'd been popular in the 20s), some steel-grey contacts, minor artificial facial scars/blemishes and an oversized black hoodie covering everything else.

He'd heard about this opportunity last-minute, but it was the kind that came so rarely in recent days. This was disconnected from anything ENKI or Pantheon, a chance to test his skills as a free agent. So, of course, he'd done his research. Okubo were a firm he'd dealt with before, both over and under the table. They had a few things he wanted for personal projects, and while he could of course just purchase them, why bother when another avenue opens up? The minor detail that they were all diversions here was entirely expected by the freelancer, he'd employed very similar tactics for some of his own operations. Draw in some self-interested and hubristic suckers to keep the cops and capes busy while you get what you want. He wasn't exactly keen to rush into this, cautious as the quirkless villain was, and for good reason. facade was no stranger to honeypots, having stumbled into a few as a less experienced hacker. So, he was content to hang back in this case and play support for the frontliners until he could acquire what he wanted.

There was something that was bugging him, though. "Not to tell you how to do your job, but Glitterbomb over there has the right idea. No details? Your chances of success go way up if we know what you're going for so we can draw people away." Aiden heard Retsu's voice in some of his nightmares at this point, so hearing it by the entrance sent a chill down his spine. Well, better the evil you know, he surmised. As she then approached the hacker in his dark little corner, he realised just how many of his various disguises/alterations she'd seen. There was a barely audible sigh, coming through his voice changer as static. "Evening, Bakuretsu. Honestly, I'm just here for practice. There's a couple things of interest, but you might get them before I do. I get enough kicks out of fucking with sec systems and heroes to make this worth it. What have you got your eye on?" He figured that could've been a pun at Retsu's expense, had he meant it that way. Somehow, he knew she'd find a way to take it that way.

Matsu Bakiri Retsu King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin

[Matsu]

NIGHT RAID - Group 1

The dissatisfaction of the collective group was palpable, much to the irritation of Azazel. Was the promise of free loot not enough? What were they all supposed to come up with a complex plan for this last minute raid? All these chumps had to do was show up, listen, and get a fat payday.

“I don’t trust anyone here, neither should all of you if you’re smart. Why would I give more details than needed? We go to the place, grab loot, and leave. If any of you need more than that, there’s the door,” he would point towards the warehouse entrance. “Now, I’m not taking any more stupid questions.” he would hold up his watch as it counted down. “In 3, 2, 1….”

Azazel’s alarm on his watch would beep as the doors would fly open behind them, with two of his retainers standing on the other side. “Move out.” he’d call out, jumping down from his elevated platform and moving past the crowd to lead them to their destination. It was only a few blocks, but they’d need to move quickly and use back alleyways to reach their destination: Yizoy. Yizoy was a manufacturing company specializing in medical devices. Plenty of stuff to steal that would be valuable in the underground market or be broken down for spare parts. Azazel’s retainer would place a hand on the wall of the building and then push forward, which would blow it open, triggering the alarms. “You have 5 minutes before the police and Pro Heroes will respond to this alarm; get your shit and get out!” he and his guard would head inside and immediately bear left, clearly taking the path towards whatever their objective was.

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OOC: I'll be posting next on November 23rd at the earliest (it's also Thanksgiving so it might be delayed by a day)

tag: Bakiri Retsu facade King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin

[King of Hearts]

❝

真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

A new set of prominent voices draped themselves within the air above the casual chatter of those who didn't feel as though they stood out. A mental note of the different voices that spoke up, a side quest was to match those voices to a face of some kind...which shouldn't be that hard, really. They posed good enough questions that gave the impression of having a decent enough head on their shoulders for, at the very least, a temporary alliance. Having a small group wouldn't hurt in the slightest...especially if things didn't go well.

If there's one thing all of these individuals had in common, it was not wanting to be caught, something he would happily take advantage of! A win/win regardless of what goods they managed to scrounge up from...wherever their final destination was supposed to be. The downfall of not being arsed over too many details and figuring things out as he goes, he supposed~! "Oh ho, Glitterbomb, eh...? He has no idea..." Saying those words beneath his breath with a devilish smirk, he'd show them a glitter bomb when it came to distractions, that's for sure!

Glancing towards that particular voice, he couldn't quite figure out who it could have been, but at least the folks in that general direction looked like they'd be carrying something that could spark a fire. Had he more time, he'd have given them a visit, but perhaps he could make a valiant effort to track down the useful ones for future endeavors. Besides, the one who called him Glitterbomb understood the assignment he, himself was aiming to accomplish for at least one of them.

After all...he was a man of his word!

Well...

...at least until the other party betrayed him or proved to be completely and utterly worthless.

Though his gaze returned to that of Azazel, adjusting his top hat and let out a hearty laugh guided into this world with a scoff, "I disagree, but fair enough, I suppose!" Offering a half shrug, he figured none of the questions from all of them were no where near as stupid as the ones he'd be forced to answer through Beaumont during business meetings. Now those were some dumb questions if he'd ever heard em'!

Winging it was something he fully intended to do, especially since getting leads about Beaumont's not boyfriend were undoubtedly hitting a dead end here.

3

Tilting his head up and moving his hands upward, the seats he made for himself and the masked fellow who decided to accompany him this evening gently pushed them up as thought to carefully help one to their feet, at least if they didn't get up on their own...

2

Motioning towards himself, the glitter that composed of the chairs slithered beneath his sleeves.

1

Holding his hands up to about the level of his chest and slightly off to the side as though he was applauding at a golf game, though the pair of claps were a little louder. The red glitter he left at the door upon entry had an electrical crackle which was an easy enough visual cue that this man was up to something to anyone who saw it.

It was called insurance...or you know, a brand of it!

"Ready?" Speaking that single word thoughtfully to his companion, he kept a keen eye around the place to see where he'd need to fling glitter as a distraction in the event this was about to flip itself upside down. Although he wasn't the most seasoned individual here, he had enough street smarts and wisdom to know something too good to be true could be just that.

The grand reveal took place and...huh....it was good enough to be true...interesting.

Though it wasn't what he expected...

...not by a long shot.

Snapping his fingers, fanning his hand as he flicked it around so the glitter would swirl around the area, heading towards the speakers like a glamorous infection as he took his strides forward. If it worked out as planned, it would lower the sound of the alarms so he and the others could hopefully focus a little better. It was far too late to interrupt the signal for summoning the fuzz and capes, but he could at least make it a little more peaceful. His gaze took in the name...it was the very same company that manufactured some of the things that saved and even maintained Beaumont's own life, their host body.

"Call out for me if you need something, alright?" Sparing a glance towards his partner, he then looked around to see a head count of who was still there. For a moment, turning his attention to the one who started the train of reasonable inquiry, the one he believed to have a cane of some kind, "If you stay, I'll help you get outta here when we're done." With that, he picked up his pace and began scoping out what to collect that could be useful in a traditional and sell this shit sense.

✎ tags -- (Bakiri Retsu, facade, Callisto Tengoku, Rei Ijuin, Matsu)
✉ ammo: 24\24
※ notes: sparkle sparkle!

MADE BY MIZO

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[Callisto Tengoku]

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A last-minute raid, as the name might apply, was no operation of deliberation; Laoro figured, as sudden as the call came at the time it had, it wouldn't be a job for networking, let alone for anything beyond a need-to-know basis. It could have easily been a trap — he imagined it may still be — but in the masses of those he now ranked among, he trusted himself to, at the very least, be faster than the slowest. Moreover, in the company of tonight's disco bell, even he, with his gilded mask of cobalt brilliance, wouldn't stand out enough to be the main target, let alone the first attempted capture.

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"No use asking questions, see?" He rolled over onto his stomach. Beneath him, like the swirling pool of an hourglass falling down into the lower half, the sparkling cube pooled around Laoro a momentary bed for his late-night accompaniment. "But, if the loot's worth the trouble, I don't see the need for trust."

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And so, the clock ticked down. His seat, his sort of sandpit, tilted him forward, following the count and the uprighting of its creator. He sunk there for a moment, groaning a silent sound for himself, before grabbing the ledge at his chin and lunging forward, launching himself off the cube's top and onto the floor just ahead of it, landing in a squat.

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"Sure." He sprung up to his height, stretching his arms over his head, one hand wrapping around the other's wrist. "Just make sure to be intentionally distracting, big guy."

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He took off with the crowd, sticking close to his glittering companion while trailing behind the greater, arriving upon their target for tonight's heist; he'd heard its name before. Yizoy, yes, he knew of it — it was a medical facility, from what he could recall. Not a hospital, but a business on the cutting edge of developing medical technology. The value of their goods, beyond their practical application, could only be astronomically exorbitant.

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Following the breach, Laoro charged through the opening. With the organizer departing, alongside their vanguard, into the depths of their own objective, the Venetian charged straight ahead, keeping close by his newly acquired comrade — perhaps an accomplice, yet to be trusted as something so dear — though he widened his gait in the effort to keep himself just a bit ahead.

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"C'mon, birdman!" His mask rose at either corner of his eyes. "Actually keep pace, don't just wait around! I didn't promise I'd share if I get more."

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6/30 Charges, Negative

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[King of Hearts]

❝

真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

Normally, he didn't have any memorable company...

...or rather any recent company that was worth remembering, let alone those he'd allow to remember him. Yet, here he was, keeping in the company of those he had no intention of eliminating later to remain an enigma. Ah..strange how things can change, isn't it? Didn't matter that there was no trust towards him, he wouldn't exactly trust himself either as a complete and utter stranger, really. Besides, neither of them really needed to trust one another much, if at all, honestly, so it didn't ruffle his feathers when his impromptu partner saw no need for such a thing.

Actions were far more profound than words when it came to situations like these anyway.

Words could seem oh so flowery, beautiful and promising, but those could be hallow like the empty cup he started with here this evening. Actions would fill the cup of his words as necessary, that's simply how it was when it came to making meaningful connections, temporary or long term. Such was the game of life...was it not?

"Mmmhmmm...of course~" Bringing a hand up to fuss with the feathery flames accenting the pair of skulls that had a pair of cat-like grins, glimmering bits of glitter sparkled off into the air before dissipating. A little extra emphasis on how he knew his primary role here on this fine evening...

...but he didn't plan on leaving completely empty handed.

Though he did notice that his companion was rather quick, which was a good thing in the long run since it meant the get away wasn't something he'd have to fuss over to keep his end of the deal to him. Though gods, he couldn't help but laugh at how this fellow told him to keep up! "Heh! I'm not worried about that~" Easing into a chuckle as he shrugged while picking up his stride, the tall man's mood easing a bit as he dismissed the day he was truly born into this world. Glitter slid out past his sleeves and this time it was green, with the snap of his fingers, an electrical crackle rolled through before dusting into the air and breezing its way toward the equipment within.

Once the glitter coated some equipment, not slowing down or skipping a step, he motioned towards himself and a cluster of smaller devices made its way to him, mysteriously undamaged by what appeared to be shimmering green electrical currents. Sifting through as he hummed softly to himself, he plucked out a few smaller pieces before tucking them into one of the larger pockets within his coat.

A few troublesome parts that were a royal pain in the ass to order whenever they went out...

Although his focus seemed funneled by the cluster he brought himself, the two skulls were operating like a pair of eyes that guided him in the right direction since he was staying near his companion of this fine evening. Picking and choosing more to stuff in other pockets of his, ones he planned on selling off. Light, easy to carry and certain to make some good money to the right buyer...

...perhaps there was some good in being familiar with medical equipment from seeing it so damn much.

Well, if anyone around them wished to grab anything from the pile he pulled, he wouldn't fuss and actually thin it out more so it was easier to see for curious onlookers. Hell, they could even take from the cluster he made and it wouldn't so much as zap them, completely harmless for those in his company. As far as he was concerned, he got what he wanted and was simply biding his time for now, hanging out with his masked companion on some late night robbery date of sorts.

✎ tags -- (Callisto Tengoku || Rei Ijuin, Bakiri Retsu, facade, Matsu)
✉ ammo: 24\24
※ notes: B] Oh boy, stuff! Looky looky!

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Rei continued to be confounded on the blatant disregard displayed by Azazel, and even more so with how fine everyone seemed to be with playing the goons to his mindgames. The librarian gritted his teeth as the main villain's presence moved from where it was to the entrance of the warehouse, finding it increasingly difficult to pinpoint his exact location. With this many people surrounding him, his senses were completely overloaded. The only thing amidst the chaos he could hear with certainty were the words of the person next to him.[break][break]

"What have you got your eye on?"[break][break]

Rei knew he wouldn't be satisfied, being one-upped like this. He knew exactly what he was going to do.[break][break]

The blare of the alarms was a startling shriek in his sensitive ears, making the quiet, seething librarian stagger for a short second before following everyone else out of the doors, a sheer stampede like wildebeest running from a lion. But amidst the chaos, his keen senses singled out Azazel once more, banking off from the group at a reasonable distance to follow the lead villain.[break][break]

You're at least going to give me some idea of why everyone's risking their necks here.

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[Bakiri Retsu]

Many would say Retsu was too proud to admit her shortcomings but if you'd ask her she'd say that was lies, slander and ask you who the hells had the audacity to say that. It just so happened that the majority of problems she ran into were ones that could be resolved with a bit of percussive maintenance or a few grenades. Retsu was fully aware of her weaknesses. For as great as her offensive power was she couldn't kill what she couldn't hit. 

Yes, recent events had bestowed her with a healthy dose of wariness. Because rare as such things were they seemingly kept popping out of the woodwork just to screw with her day. One after the other as if someone had slapped a piece of paper that said 'kick me' onto her back. But she digressed.

Yes, Retsu was well aware that something had to bleed for her to be able to kill it. Which made people that were able to become intangible like Gyrfalcon or that were able to fuck her over from vast distances like Facade the worst opponents for her specific set of skills.

Under certain circumstances.

This was not one of them. Adjusting the high collar of her coat to hide her smile she let out a snort. Unless Facade had some kind of bullshit quirk chances were that at this range she could put him in the ground. To insult her in that situation, well, that took balls. Especially considering the fact that given his skills he's likely capable of finding out what happened to the last person that made her eye the butt of their joke. Even she herself would be hard pressed to justify the extent of her retaliation. It marked both the first and the last time she used mustard gas and the less said about it the better. Her respect for the man increased just a little for going through with that joke in spite of the facts. Moreso given that it wasn't like she wasn't exactly unarmed either, she very much came loaded for bear.

Beneath her long coat she was wearing a harness full of straps -each of which held a grenade- in addition to a handgun holder just beneath her shoulder. Additionally she carried her trusty duffel bag with her -the very same one she'd threatened Facade with last time- albeit this time it contained naught but her assault rifle leaving plenty of room for ill-begotten gains.

"Makes two a' us ah guess," She chuckled. "Kent lie though, 'ere for the cash as much as de fun. Wouldna mind some fancy parts fer mah new projects either."

Taking a look at the warehouse around her she had to refrain from curling up her nose at the surroundings. Both the animate and inanimate ones.

"Come ta think of it, what kinda place didya get for dat workshop we 'ad planned?"

With the upcoming influx of components Retsu would likely have everything she needed to truly give her arsenal some extra kick. A manic grin made its way unto her features. Oh, she had ideas alright.

Ideas that ran into some difficulties when the company they were raiding turned out to specialize in medical technology of all things but she'd deal. She always did. When they finally reached their location Retsu hung back just enough to be behind the others, her eye briefly flicking towards Rei as he set off after the 'boss' before ignoring it. It was hardly her problem after all. Seeing the circus duo make their way into the place they were actually supposed to be she muttered to herself.

"Dun' seem like dere's any lethal traps." 

That was good enough for her. Now that the meat shields had tested it out it was time for her to go in as well and grab her haul before shit inevitably went wrong. It always fookin' did.

"Come on, let's snag some shite 'fore dey get fookin' glitter a' all things all o'er it." Retsu pointedly said with a raised voice. "Takes fookin' ages ta get that shite outta electronics."

Snagging anything that seemed even remotely useful and tossing it into her bag she moved through the area with professionalism and speed, checking every corner before she went around it, scanning both the floor and the ceiling -too many people forgot to look up- for dangerous traps and most importantly staying on the move while she continued looting.

Whatever mess came their way, Retsu had no intention of being a sitting duck when it arrived.

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TL;DR: 
-Retsu laughs at Facade's jab and asks if there was any news in regards to their workshop plans
-Brief explanation of the outfit and gear she's rocking
-Lets Callisto and Yoshimitsu go in first in case there's traps
-Throws a (vocal) jab at Yoshimitsu
-Gets to looting, checking everywhere she goes for danger first and staying on the move the entire time

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Tags: Matsu  Callisto Tengoku  King of Hearts  facade  Rei Ijuin