[Callisto Tengoku]

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Amongst those appropriating the King of Heart's hoard, so, too, did it include the man's very same companion. Indeed, as he dashed forward further into the depths, snatching up goods with ravenous eyes, Laoro openly laughed as he plunged his hands into the slithering tendrils of glitter. The bag along his back — large and cylindrical like a duffel bag, but opening at the top like a backpack — held tightly to his frame, and its top remained unzipped towards his head. In his haste, Laora simply kept tossing the items into the open slit he left; he doubted the equipment to be particularly fragile.

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"Clearly," he laughed, "you've never thought about compressed air, lady." As he shoved more and more into his sack, he twisted back to the few other criminals worth chatting up. They had, after all, the intention to speak before, so surely they would have the same withstanding as things went on. "I had this one surfer buddy before; he always got sand in his car, so he used compressed air to blow the dust out — I don't imagine the glitter's any different, ey, Peacock?"

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Who, speaking of the devil, Callisto turned to face, jogging backward as he did.

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"And seriously, no bag? How are you planning to take everything you're getting in your dust? Are you gonna just have a giant, fuck-off ball of glitter? Cuz you're not getting all of it with those pockets, I'll tell you now, and I won't be giving you anything I keep in my bag—"

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As he reached back to slip another item into his bag, he fumbled it; however, something reached out from the bag, nabbing it with a pair of little, stubby paws, before pulling it into the bag with the rest of the man's storage. He paused his hand, which had now been disarmed, before reaching in himself.

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Without a word, Laoro loosened his bag and pulled it around his shoulder. Where he had freed the zipper, he snuck a look into it, narrowing his gaze as he peered into what should have consisted of varying medical supplies and technology. But, as he pulled his face away from his sack, his eye twitched.

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Again wordlessly, he slung the bag over his shoulder. He tightened the straps harder than before.

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"...Hm. So," he inhaled, "if any of you guys are gonna try to kill and betray me for my haul — and I know this is gonna sound so god damn stupid — but can you please do it from the front? Assuming, you know, you do choose that, in which I hope you don't."

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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　

Honestly, with his priorities being a little different from people who came here with every intent to get their mitts on whatever their bags could carry...here he was salvaging a personal agenda. Aiming for smaller pieces that can be used as replacement parts, or salvaged into other bits of tech for those with a creative mind. The versatility of parts flew over the heads of most and that was completely fine by him. Next thing he'd been mulling within his head was where to look next...there were businesses that the Murano family and those close to them ran. Neither of them knew what he looked like and none of them made it past their expiration date when they met, so all they would probably figure is they weren't getting away with their bullshit anymore.

After all, that family ruined enough lives...not just his own.

Yoshimitsu wouldn't stop trying to solve a mystery that was left to rot, he'd either get closure for Beaumont or keep searching, perhaps make some allies along the way and enlist some help in a selfish journey. Who knows, though his attention was torn ever so slightly as a muffled notion about lethal traps was spoken among the hustle and bustle. Eh...not like he was worried, his body fared a lot better than most in extreme circumstances. Plus, it isn't like he'd pushed some goons in the way to be meat shields, made sense why someone else would have a similar mentality. Yet, he just carried on like he didn't hear a damn thing, he and the two skulls floating over his shoulders would glance at one another then bob slightly up as though they were shrugging.

Something would have gone off by now if this place was rigged from the get-go, but that wasn't the case and his main concern would be dealing with caped pigs joining the regular ol' fuzz to handle a robbery. Carefully plucking up pieces from his glitter collection, he then noticed a familiarly bandaged hand dove in to grab and toss things into a duffel bag. Not so soon after getting more or less told that glitter's a pain in the ass to deal with on electronics and parts, which was oh so true in its own right...

...though clean up for him was easy enough.

Had he seen that woman and her buddy as completely useless, he'd do something spiteful for a sick kick...but nah. The feathery fellow knew he could use all of them, a help me help you sort of situation when things would inevitably go to shit. Of course, he did think it was oddly sweet in its own right that someone who hardly knew him swooped in to the defense...not like that happened these days. Allowing an amused chuckle to slink past his lips, he found that surfer buddy rather endearing, too. Having friends must be nice, a shame his own was missing, "Depends on the grade of glitter, really!" Admittedly, he had to get an odd niche of weird glitter knowledge, "Luckily for all of you, I'm good at cleaning up after myself~"

Finishing those smoothly spoken words with a wink, he lifted a hand to snap his fingers and the lingering glitter that clung to whatever his partner grabbed would lift itself off and move back towards the glimmering cluster. Then lightly fanned his hand as the two skulls looked around...bobbing their heads lightly around and about as though they were getting a head count. A task he'd leave them with on outings such as these to keep track of how many folks needed to be eliminated, runners were always such a pain in his ass... "Joining something last minute on a whim will do that~" Speaking with a playful air to his tone, he noticed a fuzzy pair of paws poke out of it...but his companion moved it out of the way before he could get a better look.

....and with that statement, he wondered if this man accidentally brought his pet cat to this fiasco.

Craning his head slightly as though he was trying to get a look over his masked companion's shoulders...he couldn't see with ease so he adjusted his own height by almost two more feet so he'd be at an even eight. Looming over to get a better look, the two skulls eyes widened as they noticed something completely unrelated to their brother's personal search. The pair of skulls nudged at his cheeks and directed his face as he got directed to the crowd... "...wait, we're missing one?" They nodded rapidly and for anyone who could read lips, they could see one mouthed the word cane and the other being man before in unison missing. Bringing a hand to his chin thoughtfully, "...I see, I see..." he got a spark of inspiration from his partner's jab of a suggestion...

Since his clothing adjusted with his body, he stuffed a few more pieces of tech into his pockets and began moving flicking the green glitter around, snapping his fingers to bring it on in until he had a ball that measured around three and a half feet all around. Moving his hands around to shape it enough so it had arms and legs, keeping it on a simple command, "Follow me, okay?" A little clap and it simply followed him around with a clunky waddle after him, he thought about sending it to check on the cane man who went missing...but potentially giving up his position could be a bad move. However, he would keep an ear out for cane man's voice if he called for help.

Right now, he had to stay with his partner and assume the one who drifted from the group would be able to hold his own. Speaking softly, he tried to keep it at a soft whisper, "Look, I could care less about taking your haul...but did you really bring your pet cat or whatever they are here by accident...?" Those words drenched in concern for the safety of the innocent stow-away...which he kept trying to get a better look at to see what in the world kinda animal the lil fella was. Now, the way he positioned himself was to guard the man's bag with a glittery three and a half foot cluster of tech following after them, waddling along. Thankfully, this didn't take much effort at all to keep up since the tasks were simple enough.

✎ tags -- (Callisto Tengoku, Bakiri Retsu, Rei Ijuin || facade, Matsu)
✉ ammo: 24\24
※ notes: who said it was bring your pet to work day?

MADE BY MIZO

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(Throwing down a TLDR for ease!)

Acknowledged the mention of traps, but doesn't care since he figured those would have already gone off roflmao plus he's built different™.

Amused by the glitter convo stuff, partakes and demonstrates how he tidies up after himself UwU

Tee hee I came here last minute so no bag UwU

Omg is that a cat in the bag? Only saw paws, made himself taller to 8' to loom over and look around Cal.

The two skulls notice there's no Rei then eventually get Yoshi's attention so he's aware.

Made a lil 3'6" fella made of tech to waddle n' follow after him, lil clap activates this.

Hush hush words to Cal UwU

Keeping an ear out for Rei in case he calls for back up, more worried about the lil animal in the bag rn ;o; must protecc

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Stupid questions? This guy was really starting to get on Aiden's nerves. It'd be satisfying to see him get knocked on his ass by a hero, but that'd have to be another day. facade had a job to do and he'd do it. Retsu's response didn't exactly surprise him, though Aiden was surprised he got let off the hook. "The workshop? It's just a couple re-fitted ground floor apartments in the middle of a big residential block in Shibuya. There's a blast-proof basement connected to your half. The place is nothing special, but the equipment is. Oh, and what was that look for? You brought up eyes, Bakaretsu~" He hoped that pretty harmless teasing wasn't equivalent to swinging at a hornet's nest. As the doors flew open, Aiden was already in motion. He was keeping up with the group, but not putting in any extra effort to be there first or anything. Perhaps if he had, he might've been able to keep this moron from triggering the alarm. Oh well, this was expected, even if the avoidable result was irritating. He was about to try and mute the alarm on their end, but the King of Hearts beat him to taking action. "Thanks! That alarm was gonna drive me nuts." Cheerier than the usual tone he took as facade, but now was a time to network as much as anything. The much flashier among them seemed to grasp that as well.

Yizoy Devices. Not the company he'd expected to be raiding today, but it wasn't like he was unfamiliar. He'd been in this exact warehouse before, in fact. UVS were currently in a bid to acquire Yizoy in the coming weeks, so how fortunate that this raid came at a time where the damages and insurance would be their problem and not his. Once again, there wasn't much he wanted here that he couldn't buy for cheap or acquire elsewhere, but there was a little stash of the good stuff. High-voltage electronics, X-ray & MRI tech, the stuff you scavenge for rare parts. It was a little further into the warehouse than any of these guys were right now, though. No rush. Instead, he hung back a little outside the warehouse as Retsu and the others entered. "Why the fuck would there be lethal traps in a storage warehouse? That's how get damages to your own stuff and lawsuits from employees." A little of Aiden Markusson's legit confusion and business mind snuck out there, making him take a second to re-center himself as the freelancer, facade. He pulled out a tablet, tapping into the police comms network via a backdoor left over from Operation Babel. "Heads up! ETA: 4 minutes, looks like the supers will get here before the cops do. Bunch of mutant D-listers backing up a couple heavy-hitters, from the sounds of it. I'll stay on lookout, for now." He projected his voice, making sure that information reached everyone in the vicinity. But, just cause those were the ones who answered the police call doesn't mean they'll be fully the ones showing up.

tl;dr
- Informs Bakaretsu about the workshop.
- Hanging back, thanks Yoshi for muting the alarms.
- Has his eye on some good shit cause he's been here before, but not going in yet.
- "Why the fuck would there be lethal traps in a storage warehouse?"
- Taps into police comms network, starts providing accurate ETA and provisional details about the hero response.
Matsu Bakiri Retsu King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin

[Matsu]

NIGHT RAID - Group 1

Azazel and his two bodyguards made it to the room they were looking for, which was off the beaten path. He figured the others would be so absorbed with getting in quickly and getting out quicker that no one would think to investigate more than what was at the entrance and that the chaos would help him slip by undetected. "Tsukuyomi. The door?" taking a few steps back his bodyguard pressed his hands against the secured door and blew it open with a much smaller force than he had used to get inside. Azazel was happy he was going to get his payday without issue.

That was until Rei decided to be extra nosy.

Azazel would turn around before he stepped into the room and his eyes would narrow. "Oh, it's you. Unfortunately, this room is off limits so i'd suggest you turn around. Otherwise...Kirin?" The other bodyguard would take a step towards Rei, putting himself between the two of them. Azazel would give a dismissive wave and enter the room, making his way towards a small circular object on a pedestal in the center with Tsukuyomi in tow. "This is what he wants. Get the things under it and we'll head out. Whatever this DREAM project, it must be important." he would take the orb in hand and place it within his robe while Tsukuyomi would get the rest of the equipment.

Meanwhile, near the entrance Retsu and Facade would find themselves the first to be greeted by a pro hero. Airborne, he would drop in behind them at the entrance, the legendary Kangaroo John. (Note: Kangaroo John isn't legendary) with a lower half that was identical to a kangaroo, pouch included, and a pair of boxing gloves "Are you the boss? I'm gonna need you to drop your stuff and put your hands up!" he pointed, as best as one could with boxing gloves, at the duo. Clearly, a brash young hero who went ahead of the larger group.


For sparkles and sparky, they were encroached upon by another group of villains who had come along for the ride. "Yo, which one of you scrubs is gonna give up your loot or die trying?" the biggest of the 3 of them pointed a sawed-off shotgun in their direction while the others backed him up "Yeah! Don't mess with the Lightning brothers, or we'll shock ya!"
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OOC: I'll be posting next on December 1st we have two more rounds of posting! (As in two more mod posts from me)

tl;dr
- Azazel and his guards (Tsukuyomi and Kirin) are stealing something for someone who is making a DREAM project. (This is what we call foreshadowing for a very important thing in a few months) They threaten Rei to not get involved
- Kangaroo John arrives and is ready to throw hands with Retsu and Facade if they don't give up
- Lightning Brothers are trying to get the loot from King of Hearts and Callisto.

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[Callisto Tengoku]

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Laoro's jaw tensed with a click, closing his maw with a bite. Whereas his steps continued down the path, his mind paced back through the night's events leading him to this moment, considering when, where, and how he managed something so stupid. He recalled preparing for dinner — his dinner, his mother's breakfast — setting the table, and even taking the first bites out of his plate. What had it tasted like? He couldn't recall; the phone buzzing in his pocket had disturbed him, and with it, took the memory of what he'd been eating to begin with.

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A voice on the phone — another buddy from an old dockworking job — told him of some impromptu job, a robbery-type deal. The man on the other end admitted his own reluctance to participate, particularly citing the abrupt manner with which the offer sprung through the underworld, but given his and Laoro's past work together, he figured the Venetian might have some interest.

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He remembered how his eyes flicked to the time. Cutting it close, he could manage that — but time for patience? He didn't even have the time to clear the spray cans, artbook, and other such items from his bag before throwing it over his shoulder; but what he carried in it now — what he had thought he made told to not sleep in his backpack — was none such objects. No, it was a living thing, a small, black and white, little thing.

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The bag's zipper was constructed in such a way that, on the interior, there was another pull tab, so as to make certain angles easier to manage. However now, sticking a little claw through the zipper's indent, the round face of an animal peaked through. What wondered at the glittering man, whose light flickered in the reflection of the returned gaze, was a panda.

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"Look," Laoro grimaced, "it's... this guy's his own story." He sighed. As he continued to step along, he'd reach his hands back to close the zipper, gently pushing him back inside. "But more to the point, I keep my bag on the floor, and he likes napping in it sometimes. I just didn't think he'd be napping in it tonight when the call came in. And I mean, why should I have? It's ridiculous enough that he likes the bag to begin with, but it's even weirder that he goes out of his way to take everything out just so he can."

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Laoro stuttered to a halt as he, alongside his companion — now "companions," plural — was faced with another trio; an actual trio of supposedly capable duos, as opposed to himself, Peacock, and a literal baby panda, and they wanted their cut of the deal. That is, the circus duo's.

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Laoro tightened the backpack's straps.

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"Hey, Peacock?" He squatted down, placing his hands on his knees. He didn't seem relaxed, however — rather, his legs were tensed, tension curling through them as they tightened. "I dunno how good of a fighter you are or if that glitter's any useful in a fight — and I don't prefer to ask for a truce — but if you're gonna do something," the hoodie's stray strings, accumulated especially along where the sleeves used to go past his elbows, clung to his form as a spark ran through him, "try not to get in my way."

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As Laoro shot up from the floor, a charge of electricity would flicker from beneath the soles of his feet. Combined with the tension freed from his legs as he leaped forward, he cracked the ground from beneath him as he diagonally hurled toward the ceiling. There, with his hands pushing off the top and another charge dissipating from his hands, he descended upon the shotgun-wielding brother with the aim to stomp down the middle of his face.

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From the stomp, he would push himself off further down the path, putting some distance between himself and the trio — and, furthermore, surrounding them by placing himself as the opposite pillar to the King of Hearts, who now had the full room to play.

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9/30 Charges, Negative[break]
-5 Charges (C Negative Self Target, 3 Turns, 1/3)[break]
-1 Charge (D- Negative Outside Target, Momentary)[break]
-1 Charge (D- Negative Outside Target, Momentary)[break]
-1 Charge (D- Negative Outside Target, 3 Turns, 1/3)[break]
= 1/30 Charges (C Self Charge, Negative)

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TLDR[break]
- How did I get here?[break]
-Is little panda in bag, he is here[break]
-Laoro banters with Peacock, explaining the panda's habit of sleeping in his bag and how it likely came to join this escapade[break]
-When approached by Lightning Brothers, Cal uses his strength and his charges to, ultimately, goomba stomp the shotgun-wielding brother from above[break]
-Uses said brother's face as a springboard to launch further down the path, with Laoro putting himself on the opposite side of Hearts

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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　

When he heard the call of gratitude for muting the shitty ambiance of alarms blaring, he simply tipped his chin up with a smirk. Working with others he didn't plan on slaughtering out the gate was a first, but he was certainly warming up to the notion of building social bridges rather than burning them down. Though his presence was always rather temporary, he was simply helping his brother find his not boyfriend, their only friend thus far. Yoshimitsu's self appointed job was to dig through the underbelly for clues since their families played their own roles within, so he found living in the moment was a treat.

Once they found the Murano who wasn't a worthless shit, who knew how often he'd get to exist in his own body.

Yoshimitsu sure as hell didn't know the answer to that one, but this wasn't a valid reason to half-ass his search in the slightest, or drag his feet since a life he and his brother gave a shit about could be on the line. At least it wasn't like he'd stop existing entirely, he did handle the more difficult meetings for Beaumont...just...not in his own body. There were also going to be people who threatened their little sister, Olivia, that would need to be dealt with down the line...so eh...it is what it is.

If he actually developed a social life, he was pretty sure his brother wouldn't mind letting him live as himself in full...ya know, outside of playing clean up problems, permanently. Living in the moment...the here and now had more value to someone like this guy.

Though now he was dealing with one hell of a conundrum...

...there was an innocent stowaway in his partner of the evening's bag.

Although he felt as though those in the group who prominently stood out from the rest of the crowd...they didn't come off as the sorts who would hurt an animal. If they proved him wrong, then he'd deal with them accordingly...it wasn't that deep, really. Now, he couldn't speak for the other faces making up the rest of the crowd who honestly just...more or less blurred together like a mosaic piece of some kind. Folks stood out a little, but just enough to make up the scenery...that was about it, they didn't feel prominent outside of some white noise to fill the damn place.

Maybe that was a shallow way of seeing the majority of his peers, but they seemed like just another punk off the street. Which...he was more wary of, if only because there were punks who hurt stray animals for sick kicks and left them for dead. Now he possibly had to protect a panda who looked up at him with such wonder...a little fella who had much to live for in life.

Reaching down, he gently brushed his thumb upon the panda's forehead before he was tucked back away into the bag with care. Clearly...his owner, pet father had no intention of letting the lil' guy see so much as a shred of harm. Bringing his hand up to his face for a short lived...soft and calm facepalm, he let out a sigh and rest his gaze upon his impromptu partner, following him along while looming over like a glimmering guardian. Listening intently as he spoke his piece, though an endearing smile graced his features at the thought of this tiny panda just clearing out a bag loaded with crap like it was a bed loaded with misplaced clothing so they could get comfy, "No shit...heh...that's adorable.."

Rather than rip at the guy for a mistake, he just let out a scoff and tilted his head up slightly as he turned to hear an ETA call...they had a little less time at this point, but the amount of back-up was a bit concerning since...well...he didn't ever fuck around and find out with Pro-Heroes. Not even once. Everything he did up until this moment was far more careful, low key...but a lead was a lead and here he was dealing with potential consequences. They needed a plan to throw these bastards off their trail and quick, which he had something in mind to share with the guy who shared a hatred with alarms, but the problem was...an eager Pro-Hero arrived way ahead schedule, so there went that notion...riiiiiiight out the window.

Fuck.

Their look out was in trouble and damn, dude. It was like they were rolling ones in some dice based game, cause before he could so much as flinch to assist the other two who stuck around from afar...the Circus Duo had immediate issues of their own to deal with. With his own steps coming to a halt, he stayed close to his partner...but noticed he was getting ready with the way he tightened the straps of his bag. The two skulls floating about tilted their heads, the odd trio sharing a body shared one thought like a hive mind: The Lightning Brothers...whomst? Squinting at them like they were a bunch of school yard bullies trying to come off as cool with daddy's shotgun in hand, talking like they were hot shit on the playground.

Admittedly, for someone who sure did a lot of killing, he wasn't one who arsed much with fighting...looked like he was gonna have to change that shit soon. At least he was a creative enough sort to work with his quirk...time to put what he knew to work. Thankfully, he was already using one of the more versatile settings his quirk had to offer, so he didn't have to arse with changing the RGB. "Alright, I wouldn't want to give these kids shit anyway...smoke em'~" With those smugly spoken words to play off they were well acquainted, he crossed his arms and the little guy made of parts waddled in front trying to mimic him...and failing since its arms were far too blocky.

If there was one reason to fully invest his trust in someone he didn't know, it fell on the fact that his furbaby was in that bag. After all, he was willing to die for the lil guy and that meant hell hath no fury like a father scorned...the Lightning Brothers were gonna get wrecked. Manifesting glitter beneath his sleeves and within his boots...he was used to being solo and completely fine with it, today he had another in his company plus one. So he had to keep them in mind...plus try to help the duo getting hassled by the friggin' kangaroo. The other two were keeping a keen eye out for others in the mean time so they would be able to react to additional threats, his gaze focusing on the immediate fight and its participants.

Gradually, he decided to add about two more feet to his height...so that would make him a grand total of ten feet tall at the moment. Merely looming over the group as though there was a silent inquiry of you sure about finding out what happens by fucking around...? because although he wasn't some fancy martial artist...he had his ways all the same. A synchronized pair of chirps in unison escaped the two skulls to signify that the other two Lighting Brothers were in motion. Quickly parting his arms, the little blocky fella made of parts screeched with loud static as it split in half at the motion, flicking his hands with a twirl as each half aimed for their respective temples and ears.

Don't fight fair.

Parting his fingers, the parts crackled and began to spread around the remaining two Lightning Brother's heads. Curling those gloved claws, slowly bringing his hand into a fist as the pieces tightened around their heads, those jagged pieces like serrated knifes that had been poorly sharpened...yet still more or less capable of sawing into something.

Yoshimitsu, The King of Hearts was one to fight dirty with whatever he could get his mitts on and they'd find out the hard way. Focusing mostly on where their eyes were, he clenched his hands tightly into fits in hopes of ramming the parts into their eyes for good measure. When the big one got knocked in his general direction, an effort was made to pull one brother off balance and into the big guys gut. Granted, Yoshimitsu wasn't incredibly strong despite looking the part, so if he was lucky, it was enough momentum to fully knock a lil air out of the big guy to loosen his grip on the shot gun. Then he followed that up by dragging the other brother by his head as well towards the bigger guy his partner softened up's knees.

Leaning forward, he stepped towards them and...a plume of glitter that swarmed towards the Lighting Brothers, it was like a green glitter bomb that was creeping into their mouth and nostrils as he opened his hands to snap both fingers. One snap connected to target those spots, the second to clump up and cut their breathing off if at all possible. Reaching beneath his coat, he paced his breathing and brought out what looked like the worst possible weapon to bring out in a fight.

It was a kinda big party gun, but it was modified like crazy so it would shoot compacted glitter shells similarly to a gun with proper bullets. With a quick bit of aim, avoiding the path of his partner, he wasn't going to let the look out who gave enough of a shit to say thanks and offer intel earlier high and dry. There was so little he could do from this far away, but he would still make a quick support effort. Pulling the trigger, he aimed for around the head of the kangaroo shaped wrench...not a kill shot or anything...not like it would. With a loud whistle, the green glitter ball burst into a plume around the kangaroo hero's head like a snow globe to give the look out and his purple haired buddy a little more breathing room. Plus, if fire made contact with it?

Well...that would be a rather explosive experience seeing how flammable that glitter was as is!

The skulls kept an eye on the lightning brothers, making sure they didn't try to pull a fast one...that glowing gaze of Yoshimitsu's returned to the trio of chumps with a smile, "Now if you three could kindly fuck off, that would be greeeeaaaat~" There was no intention of letting them go, even if they squirmed and begged for mercy...he wasn't going to risk the precious cargo being harmed or killed by these assholes. Moving the party gun down towards them, trained on the Lightning Brothers. Ready to fire if they wanted to try something smart.

✎ tags -- (Callisto Tengoku, facade, Bakiri Retsu|| Rei Ijuin)
✉ ammo: 23\24 : 5/6 in the current magazine
※ notes: Lightning Bros fucked around and finding out lol

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TLDR? TLDR! good gawd this is a heckin chonker.

Color coding for primary relevance so you can skip what doesn't apply to your character!

Everyone - Facade - Retsu & Facade - Cal - Combat W/Lightning Bros


- Subtle acknowledgement towards Aiden's thanks! Yoshi will remember this.


-Base level of trust for Rei, Retsu, Aiden, Rei and Cal that they aren't the types to hurt animals...nnnnnnnot so much for the other goons, wary a.f about those fellas.


- Soff pet w/Yoshi's thumb for the boi, there he is ;v;


- Lil facepalm cause the boi might be in danger


- Thought the details of the boi clearing out the bag like its his bed is endearing + adorable, sweet furry child.


- WAS about to give a plan to Aiden so they could buy themselves more time, but noooooOOOOOoooo, a CERTAIN Kangaroo shaped wrench showed up and the Lightning Bros wanna be tough shit.


- Lets Cal have at the goofus doofus dudes, staying out of the way and waiting for an opening with his blocky construct of parts in front of him. Arms crossed and covertly generating moar glitter up his sleeves.


- Decided to get closer to his own actual height, now at 10 feet tall rather than the earlier 8


- His own two skull bros notice movement from the other two Lightning Bros, quickly uncrosses his arms which triggers the blocky guy of parts to split in half, it screams :c ouchies.


- Smacks spare 2 Lightning Bros not getting targeted by Cal with the blocky guy halves, grabbed their heads with the parts REAL TIGHT.

-Flings the two bros he grabbed at the one Cal softened up, one at the tummy, the other at the knees.


- Steps towards the Lightning Bros, LOTS OF GLITTER @ the Lightning Bros from his boot, absolutely trying to suffocate them with the glitter.


- Takes out THE MODIFIED PARTY GUUUUUUUUN


- Fires ONE glitter shell at Kangaroo John aimed at his head, then a whistle to get his head in a snow globe style of glitter. SUPPORTIN' RETSU N' AIDEN FROM AFAR. Yoshimitsu remembered that gratitude and paid it forward, manners matter UwU P.S flammable glitter wink wink nudge nudge honk honk


- Tells the Lightning Bros to kindly fuck off ROFLMAO breh. Party Gun is now trained on the Lightning Bros, le gasp!

[Bakiri Retsu]

Nodding along to Facade's on their workshop her eye narrows into a squint at his follow-up jest. "What's y'r point?" Retsu coldly replied, her tone containing far more warning than it did questioning. Continuing on in slightly less amicable silence -barring a muted alarm- she stopped dead upon hearing his exasperated question about the traps, freezing for just a moment as she turned to him.

"Y'r tellin' me that this whole thing doesn't feel lahk a trap to ya?" She asked, so flabbergasted she forgot to keep an eye on her surroundings for a moment. Catching herself she couldn't help but wonder how he managed to survive this long. She shrugged. The man probably hasn't been out in the field much.

Even so she trusted the accuracy of his intel -if not entirely the exact timing- and raised a thumb in reply to his ETA, continuing to shove things into her bag with her other hand at the same time. Her eye twitched upon hearing Callisto's comeback.

"Ah'm hearin' a lot a' hot air, that's fer sure!" Retsu shouted back. The absolute nerve of him to question her understanding of how to keep technology working. Slamming another piece of expensive hardware into her bag hard enough that something broke she put the thought aside, what the hells did he know? 

"Ah sure fookin' hope so." She grumbled under her breath in response to Yoshimitsu's clean-up comment. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with someone else's mess, she made plenty of that on her own why thank you. Especially since they were on a bit of a timer. Continuing her hard work of enriching herself at the expense of others she turned to Callisto once more with a raised brow and let out a mocking snort.

"Would from ta side work as well? Dun' wanna shoot through y'r flimsy arse and hit the merchandise on y'r back by accident."

She was just about to reach max capacity in her duffel bag and have to pull out a foldable travel bag out of one of the pouches on her harness when Kangaroo John landed relatively close to her position.

"Four minutes?" She joked in a tone that was as skeptical as it was unsurprised, side-eyeing Facade the entire time. With a sigh she addressed the walking -jumping?- cartoon character, the level of exhaustion that seeped into said sigh making her act all the more convincing. "Ya know what? Sure. Ah'm too fookin' tired for a foite. Here's everything ah've managed ta get mah hands on 'fore ya got here."

Keeping one hand in the air to signify her submission she reached into her coat with the other, pulling out a sticky grenade and tossing it at Kangaroo John with an underhand(ed) throw, the pin catching on one of the hooks she built into her harness for exactly that purpose ensuring the grenade was primed before it even left her coat. She waited until her throw was halfway to its target trusting the gloom and surprise to slow the Pro's thinking enough that he wouldn't catch on to her trick. Then she turned away once more to continue looting, confident Facade had the rest handled. Especially since a ball of glitter passed her by a moment later. Sure, getting hit by a grenade sucked but glitter? She wouldn't wish that on her worse enemy.

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Tags: Matsu facade King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin

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TL;DR:
-Retsu continues bantering with Facade while looting, occasionally firing back at Callisto and Yoshimitsu as well.
-Tosses a grenade at Kangaroo John in an underhanded motion before, ya guessed it, continuing to loot again.

[facade]

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| facade | @freelance_facade
Location: Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: working.
Now Playing: Lovejoy - Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry?

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Aiden understood Retsu's confusion, nay, bewilderment at his nonchalance towards the idea of traps. He'd be a lot more cautious too, if he didn't know for a fact that this particular warehouse was safe. Of course, revealing why he knew that would be essentially a death sentence for the anonymous freelancer. The back-and-forth between Retsu & Cal was entertaining, prompting a quiet laugh from Aiden as he continued to monitor the police comms from the warehouse entrance. The sound of something cracking as Retsu threw things into her bag was especially funny. At the arrival of Kangaroo John, facade initially looked at least taken aback. He'd not expected this 'hero' to legitimately ignore their backup and rush in blindly. Hell, he hadn't even heard this guy talk with any of the others. What a fucking moron. Wait, was this guy that strong that he didn't need backup? Surely facade would've heard of such an A-List hero, right? The concept at least put him visibly on-edge.

Now it was Retsu's turn to poke fun at him. Aiden turned to her, shrugging. "Hey, I said the heroes would be 4 minutes, this guy's just a freak with a death wish." He smirked behind his mask, only half-listening to what the hero had to say. "Hands up? Who-" He was interrupted by Retsu, watching her seemingly comply with this guy's demands. Bakuretsu? Complying with demands? Impossible, there had to be some shenanigans here. Sure enough, there was, as Aiden watched her pull something out from her explosive-laden coat and toss it to the guy. A thought occurred. "Yeah, I didn't get shit either. Lookout and all. Careful with this, it's electronic goods." Without missing a beat, facade tossed another vaguely ball-shaped object at Kangaroo John. If caught (or allowed to hit), it would quickly activate and give the hero a pretty nasty shock. Not enough for any permanent harm, not by a long shot, but certainly good for making people stand still for a sec.

facade is just about to speak up again, when another attack hits Kangaroo John head-on. By the looks of it, the constricting material was glitter, making facade immediately turn his head to face Yoshimitsu with a thumbs-up. "Hey, nice shot, Glitterb-oh holy shit!" This guy was 10-fucking-feet tall? Quirkers could be terrifying, man. Seeing how he'd seemingly made short work of the three guys who'd tried to start shit, facade was suddenly incredibly glad that the giant glitter factory was on their side in this. After that initial shock, Aiden turned his attention inward, towards the area he'd been aiming to go for himself. The small room with the good shit in, which seemed to also have been the target for the leader of this impromptu heist. Wait, could they have been going for... shit.

tl;dr
- She doesn't know :)
- '4 minutes?' Well no, but actually yes
- Get a load of this guy
- About to dunk on Kanga, but Retsu beats him to it
- Dunks on him anyway, shocking the poor guy
- Nice glitter shot, looks over at Yoshi with thumbs up
- Holy shit, that guy's massive
- (Sweating) Good thing he's on our side
- Saw where the heist VIPs were headed... shit.
Matsu Bakiri Retsu King of Hearts Rei Ijuin Callisto Tengoku

[Rei Ijuin]

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Rei grimaces. Going up against three people he knew were sincerely capable of doing harm wasn't ideal, but when was he ever in a situation that could be called such? As far as he saw it, there was no reward without risk— and despite his coming here, he doesn't much care about loot. Just pure, unadulterated strength. The librarian has little to no reaction to Azazel's words, merely laying both hands on his cane as he poised it at his front with the hilt at the ground, ready to defend himself if need be.[break][break]

"Surely you must be joking?" Rei sneers, attempting to goad the villains into irritation. "As if I'd leave without seeing what you have in there. I'll cut you a deal," he says. "give me a small piece of whatever you have there, and we won't have to fight. Don't do that, and we waste our time, and the heroes come after our asses. Sound fair?" He tilts his head, his sightless eyes swimming momentarily with mirth before his expression straightens again. "You and I both know there's more important things to be dealing with here than crossing blades."[break][break]

It's a lie, but it's what Rei's good at— bluffing his own sorry ass out of any situation to get the upper hand.

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tldr; rei basically asks to get his ass beat and bluffs

[Matsu]

NIGHT RAID - Group 1

Azazel sighed as the newcomer just wouldn't let things go. The sphere he had in his possession was the only thing worth a damn in this entire place and for all he cared they could have literally anything else. Why this guy was so focused on him and his group was beyond him; he didn't even look like he had anything on him, which made this approach all the more narrow-minded. "Why you would focus on my own objective is beyond me. If I had an inclination to share, which I don't, I would have called for any of you to follow me. Since I didn't, I'd suggest you leave." he would snap his fingers and Kirin would clasp his hands together. A smaller barrier would appear between the group and Rei. With the sound of sirens now being close enough that they could all hear them, Azazel would direct Tsukuyomi towards the wall. "Time to go. I suggest you turn back around and leave before you get arrested."

The first lightning brother was shocked when his face was stepped on, dropping his weapon in the process as he clutched his now broken nose "Damn it!" he'd drop to his knees in pain, perhaps because he was all show or maybe because sparky was the real deal. The others were set to retaliate until Sparkles decided to go super sparkles, which scared one of them enough that he froze. The resulting collision from Beaumonts attack caused the two lesser brothers to crumple. All bark, no bite, it seemed.

Kangaroo John was putting his dukes up and ready to throw down if they were uncooperative. "Hear this villain I- oh! Thank you!" he was surprised by how willing they were to agree with his request. The boxing gloves made it a bit unwieldy but he caught the grenade eventually. With a delay that would show that Kangaroo John was just a little bit slow, he held the live explosive for a moment before freaking out "That's it! You guys are going dow-" his speech was interrupted as he convulsed from the electricity coursing through his body which only tightened his grip on the explosive due to muscle spasms.


If that wasn't enough the hits kept coming, literally! A face full of glitter was enough to fully disable Kangaroo John and when the explosion went off it was enough to send him rocketing backwards engulfed in flame as he ran hopped around trying frantically to put out the fire. This was just in time for the first few cop cars to arrive, who immediately took a defensive position. "ALL OF YOU DOWN NOW OR WE'LL OPEN FIRE!" the man in charge yelled out at the group as they trained their weapons on the blown out entrance to the building.


So, what now?
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OOC: I'll be posting on December 8th, which will be the last round!

tl;dr
- Kirin puts up a barrier between them and Rei, preparing to leave
- Lightning Brothers are actually lightning chumps and go down hard without much of a fight
- Kangaroo John catches the grenades and gets lit on fire from the explosion.
- Cops arrive and train their weapons on the building ordering everyone to get down so they can be arrested.

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Beneath the slits from where his sight came, Laoro's eyes grinned in a wild, frantic mania. The sound of bones cracking rang through his ear and, beneath the mask hooked over his nose and ears, the Venetian bared a toothy grin with pointed canines unseen; weapons were never any fun, and those who wielded them were even less so. They lacked in refinement — in style — for what the weapons of their body offered them. What good was a "Lightning Brother," then, if he couldn't make sparks of his own fly? Why even bother carrying the name at all, let alone prance so audaciously with a weapon of lead and gunpowder?

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But the gifts of the body? The gifts of his body? Having launched himself off the center man's face, Laoro skidded to a stop on the opposite end of their little group. The bag and its stowaway, who still clutched onto the medical technology, remained unharmed. And, more to the point of the Hearts' glitter onslaught, the criminal watched as the men were drowned in the colors, unknowingly to him being serrated, masticated, in the king's choking grip. He towered above them all, really; the Lightning Brothers, Laoro — he couldn't see anyone rivaling such a stature.

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"Damn..."

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A voice thundered out from the door — the main door, not their makeshift one — commanding the criminals and villains alike to cease. Had their five minutes already been made? Laoro thought he heard someone say they had another 4 left to work with; had he misheard them? No, he was certain he had heard correctly. Regardless of whether or not he did, however, a choice was to be made, and make one he would.

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Just as he did before, Laoro pushed off the ground, lunging back toward the King of Hearts at top speed with magnetism further pushing him along. He considered giving what remained of the Lightning Brothers a definitive blackout before they had to suffer anymore, but given that very same suffering and, from what he could tell, the similar result he might leave on his knuckles, he ultimately kept his hands to himself.

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"Oy, big guy," he rushed, "if you can change your size, go small!" Amongst the masses of bodies, the king was, almost undoubtedly, the first in line for suppression if they wished to challenge the greater masses. A hero or two they could handle, surely, but an endless wave of Japan's resources? No one, not as far as his imagination could take him, could yet manage something like that.

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"Party's over!"

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-1 Charge (D- Negative Outside Target, Momentary)[break]
= 3 Charges (C Self Charge, Negative)

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TLDR
-Lightning Brothers? Wack. Guns? Wack. A Lightning Brother using a gun? Wack.[break]
-Me? I'm tight as fuck.[break]
-Wait, damn, Hearts is like, really tall.[break]
-Oh shit, cops! Cal bounds towards the King of Hearts.[break]
-Figures that, if he can go big, Peacock can go small, and so he asks him to do so![break]
-Gotta get out of here fr fr.

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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　

When one problem was resolved, another emerged...

That's how it always goes, isn't it?

Turning his gaze towards the officers, he couldn't help but squint at the amount of guys they brought...why did it seem a bit much for a simple warehouse break in? Besides...they were pretty damn early by a few minutes, perhaps it was something to do with the overly eager kangaroo? Either way, he didn't think their lookout was full of shit to try and sabotage them, that would be complete and utter idiocy on his part since that would be the equivalence of shooting one's torso off.

Clutching his own ridiculously modified party gun, he knew emptying out the chamber was a terrible idea and he wasn't completely sure what the other two were capable of. Let alone how well they could hold up to bullets, especially since they were closer...one shoots, all those guys will open fire, no questions asked. Normally, he wouldn't give so much as a singular shit if temporary help became disposable...but these guys didn't strike him as useless. At least the ones he offered a shred of trust on the surface level since they earned it to some capacity or another.

Their actions spoke loudly enough for Yoshimitsu to consider their well-being and what his role in tilting the scales could play. Maybe if this damn thing had a silencer on it, things would be different in regards to his plans...but he was one to adapt and work with what he had. Though his partner calling out to him caused the two skulls to keep their eyes trained on the officers and their allies. The glowing outline of his mouth stretched out across his face as he turned to look towards the other half that made up their impromptu Circus Duo, "Smaller?!" That singular word was spoken up with confusion, intrigue and at a conversational tone to avoid being heard.

Going small wasn't exactly something he could recall doing...

...like beyond average height small.

Generally, he used his brother, Beaumont's height as a marker to have a general gist of shorter than his usual self...it was just easier that way. Of course, he knew it was possible to break his body down further since it was constructed of glitter...so it absolutely could be done. Though this was absolutely absurd, to practically entrust not only his life, but those of his brothers as well with someone he didn't even know that well. Truthfully, it was actually bordering the realm of insanity, but it's not like he had many choices. If their ETAs ended up being accurate, they'd have been all on their way out at about now, so desperate times call for desperate measures.

Besides...

...this guy trusted him enough to let him in about a particular panda passenger.

Screw it, the guy had no reason to randomly betray him, especially if he was offering a way out rather than throwing him out on the chopping block. All of this was strange, uncharted territory...but he wasn't opposed to it in the slightest. Holstering the party gun...everything on his person was about to become uncomfortable as hell. Sure, he could change his one height, density and all that crap...but anything that wasn't constructed of his glitter was going to remain the same. Holding up his hands, he let out a sigh that ended in a whistle...

...and POOF!

A gust of blindingly green glitter straight up blasted towards the ones standing on the side of justice, rolling the Lightning Brothers along like rubbish. However, when it made contact with the fuzz...there was a good chance their tech would be trapped in a network loop, keeping them contacted only with the other law enforcers in their immediate area. It wouldn't last forever, but if it worked? That would be enough to buy them some time for a proper escape.

At the very least, it would make anyone with hacking capabilities have a much easier time fussing with the law enforcer's tech if they so desired...which at least seemed to benefit one of their impromptu party members.

For the villains side of the green glitter dust wall that cackled with an odd bit of electricity, it wasn't as bright, just obnoxious and tacky at worst!

Emerging from the cloud, he scampered towards his partner with the most awkward waddle he'd ever experienced in his life, the man was built like a friggin tortilla chip as is and now he was the size of a large rooster at about three feet tall. Over-encumbered by the crap in his jacket and the party gun hooked up to his person. Well, he always wondered what it would be like to look like a marketable plushy...and...uh...well...he would have preferred this knowledge in the form of a sketch. "This is a weird ass trust exercise!" He couldn't help but laugh those words out as he literally entrusted himself with his partner of the evening, something he never did outside of a rare few.

God this was fuckin' crazy. At least the glitter left behind would dissolve when they left...self clean up, love to see it.

✎ tags -- (Callisto Tengoku, facade, Bakiri Retsu, Matsu|| Rei Ijuin)
✉ ammo: 23\24
※ notes: haha marketable plushy

MADE BY MIZO

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SOMETHING'S UP...HM.

Negative one problem + new problem = oh look, the fuzz >:I

Welcome to the house of vibes, allies have passed THE VIBE CHECK.

LOL WHAT go smaller?!

Party gun holstered, party done fr :c

Pretends like he's surrendering...

LOL JK GLITTER BLAST! Uses it to push the Lightning Chumps over towards the officers like rubbish

Blinding on the side of the officers, SHINNNNNAAAAAAY, just tacky on the villains side.

Glitter that makes contact with the law enforcers has a chance of getting their tech stuck in a network loop, they'd only be able to contact those in their immediate area. Weakened tech for ez hacks if someone wants to take advantage of that!

Waddle scamper shuffle scuttle 3 foot marketable plushy sized King of Hearts, as per the request of Cal, roflmao weird ass trust exercise r us! we bounce meow

So weird, at least his glitter will dissolve when they leave lol

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Maybe, if his mask had dropped just a tad, the King of Hearts would have seen the baring of a wide, pointed smile, opening wide as it curled up at either corner; a wild, almost laugh of a face seen only in the slight widening of the lower, barely contoured jaw. But clearly, as Laoro swooped toward his partner for the evening, light danced across his eyes. That hue of green, lost into a swirling luminescence caught in his gaze, twinged with the trace of the grin beneath it, lightening as he lowered his arm and, with a quick swipe, lifted him into his arm.

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"You actually can!" He laughed, tucking the man in his arm; truly, like a plushie. Truly, of all the things he was stealing away, this had to be the most ridiculous thing. "You actually can go small! Are you like, made of glitter?" Hearts' body felt like the twisting sands of his cube from before; it shifted as he put his hand around them, twisting and almost wrapping around him like the former, impromptu bed he offered before. Unlike the construct, however, Hearts had a softer, almost plumed texture, like a feathery mattress settled between the crook of his arm and chest.

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He settled him close, and he settled him firmly in his hold. He'd have preferred a better, more comfortable hold — one maintained with magnetism — but his tank was running dangerously close to empty. He could only boost himself for so much longer, and his body's own charge could flicker out at any moment. Although he had no actual sensation for when one of his discharges dissipated, he was familiar enough with his quirk to understand how much time it tended to stick around; Facade's estimate from before, however, distorted his perception, and now, he was left scrambling for even a basic guess.

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He pushed off the ground again, hurling himself — as well as the ally he now kept in his grip — back towards their impromptu entrance for the evening. The little panda in his bag kept curled up against him, holding onto the inner side with the goods acting as a blanket — a hard, brittle blanket — around its backside. If not for the jostling, either Hearts or the panda might have found it a comfortable ride.

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"Make sure not to lose that ball, Peacock; I'm still not giving you anything I snatched, so don't go bitching if you fail to keep your stache."

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TLDR[break]

-Holy shit, it's a marketable plushie.[break]
-Swoop in for the boi king.[break]
-Damn resources management, not a comfy ride for either the king or the panda.[break]
-Insert Eurobeat for an escape track idk.[break]

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[Bakiri Retsu]

They say time flies when you're having fun and while Retsu certainly wasn't one to put much stock in the words of strangers she'd never met she had to admit looting had certainly made the small window of time they had vanish like snow before the sun. Of course, she didn't actually have to admit that. Who'd be stupid enough to pick that fight? She'd killed people for far, far dumber reasons. So what if she found that sandwich twenty minutes later behind the cabinet? The guy that swore up and down he hadn't stolen it wasn't around anymore by then. Seeing the audacity displayed by the cops outside aiming weapons their way her eye twitched.

"How'd that go for y'all fooks last time!" She shouted while stepping into cover behind the wrecked entrance. No point being caught out in the open if they were loaded for bear after all. Kangaroo John didn't even register to her anymore, her threat analysis focused solely on the cop cars. She squinted. Something felt off.

As a wave of green glitter passed by her she realized what was bothering her. Facade had clearly mentioned the Pros would be arriving before the cops, yet other than the wanna-be Australian none had shown their face so far. Yeah, she wasn't gonna commit to the fight just to fall for an ambush. Not again.

"It's gettin' late so ah'll be comin' through ta grab a bite. In case any a' y'all were wonderin', ah lahk mah bacon smoked. 'ere ah come!"

With those words she unclasped and threw a pair of tear gas grenades through the open entrance before firing a few rounds through the smoke with her pistol to give the impression that she was going for a frontal assault. Instead she turned to Facade.

"Ah fookin' hate doors. Brought breaching strips with me, what say ya we make our own way outta 'ere?"

She didn't bother asking or requesting anything else. Retsu herself didn't like when others tried to tell her how to do her job and she could only imagine Pantheon's leader wouldn't take kindly to it either. Trust wasn't something she did but nevertheless she was confident he was more than up for handling the cops, whether directly or by making them run around like headless chickens.

"Yo, circus duo. Saw y'all had some trouble in there, d'ya grab their loot on the way back? Ah dun' think dey still 'ave a fookin' roite ta it anymore." She cast a glance back at the entrance. "Exit's all y'rs if ya want it, wouldn'a recommend it tho. Place's like a pigsty out there."

Regardless of how callous she could be to the fate of her 'allies' Retsu wasn't the type to abandon them unless sticking by them might cost her own head. 

"Ah'm makin' us anotha way out if ya wanna come," She shrugged. If they made their own choice to go separate ways, well, that was a whole other matter. "Facade, ya wouldn'a happen ta know a good spot ta leave from?" Retsu continued while waving her rolled up breaching strip about, seemingly utterly unbothered by the fact that there were not only several cop cars outside but also an undetermined number of Pros.

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Tags: Matsu Callisto Tengoku King of Hearts facade

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TL;DR:
-Retsu steps back into cover while mouthing off to the cops, feeling like something is off.
-Realizes there's a suspicious absence of Pros amidst the cops
-Throws out a teargas smokescreen and fires several rounds through it to make it seem like she's attacking in order to keep the cops in place. 
-Pulls out a breaching charge and explains to everyone she's got a way to make their own exit, continuing her war on doors
-Asks Facade if he knows of a good place to put the charges to make their getaway

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no lesser than the greatest

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As soon as Azazel's voice became muffled and Rei heard the distant thrum of energy, he knew that something— a barrier, of some sorts, was dividing them. The librarian clicks his tongue in annoyance, but was ultimately unsurprised that the villain hadn't fallen for his feint. He wasn't exactly a threatening man who would make anyone quiver in their boots, after all.[break][break]

"So cold." Rei commented, but made no attempt to agitate the trio any further, merely taking note of Azazel's demeanor. Whatever he had was far more important, but he had no aim to try and get ahold of it, and they were all running out of time. For the sake of contingency, he decides to let it go— for now, at least. "Well, good luck to you then. With whatever doomsday you have in mind, you might need it. Besides," Rei tilted his right ear towards the cacophony of chaotic noises that came from behind them, noticing it coming closer. "it sounds like they've done enough, haven't they?"[break][break]

With that, Rei would quietly slip away into the shadows on the quickest route away from the tumultuous action, feeling neither satisfied or unsatisifed— but fine with what he'd gotten. Information. Needless to say, he would be keeping an eye on the Undertow in the future.

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Matsu Callisto Tengoku King of Hearts facade Bakiri Retsu

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the smart hawk

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hides its talons

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tldr; rei went 👀😈 and left the scene