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facade didn't participate in this raid for the loot. But, that said, he didn't wanna leave empty-handed either. He made a beeline for the safe storage room that he knew had the best stuff in the warehouse, stopping just short of the door as Rei passed him and Azael's crew were getting ready to leave. Aiden couldn't quite see the object, but he had a pretty good guess as to what the leader had taken. Fucker. "Y'all oughta be careful with that, if you're giving it to who I think you are then even a scratch on that device will get you worse than any heroes could do." Did he know? Was the hacker just bluffing? Either way, he decided not to mess with the trio and ran back towards Retsu only to hear the police loud and clear. Fuck. facade took cover behind the wall, pulling out his handgun just in case he needed to use it.

Just in the nick of time, Yoshimitsu came in clutch. facade was right on the border of the glitter wall, so the glare was much brighter than he'd like, but he could still see well enough. Green glitter. That was the same colour that he'd used to mute the alarm, right? Had to have some kind of effect on electronics. This would be the perfect time to strike, then. About a second after the blinding wall went up, every audio device (phones, radios, headsets, etc.) on the cops' bodies/cars would suddenly blast a tinnitus-like feedback noise. One of the benefits of already being in their comms network. To seal the deal, a few of the more vulnerable devices (i.e. phones) would give the cops the same shock treatment that Kangaroo John had gotten. One hell of a flashbang.

facade turned back towards the warehouse's interior to see the King of Hearts and his companion escaping their own way. Those guys would be useful, in future. If either of them possessed a phone or similar internet/mobile-connected device, they'd soon find a new contact bearing his moniker and the number of one of his burner phones. With this set up, facade wasted no more time in turning to Retsu. Her tear gas and noisemaking should've hopefully been enough to feign a frontal assault, so Aiden merely began running a little further into the warehouse. "Yeah, I know a spot. On me!" He lead Retsu to what seemed like a random section of the building. "Right here. The floor should be thin enough to blow through. Basement floor is a little secret area, connects to the parking garage a little up the street." He stood back a little, behind a few crates for cover.

tl;dr
- Sees Azael, presumes he has the thing, makes cryptic smartass line before leaving
- Cops are here, fuck
- Flash! Bang! Cops get combo'd
- Parting gift for Circus Duo
- Time to get goin', leads Retsu to vulnerable floor area
Matsu Bakiri Retsu Rei Ijuin King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku

[Matsu]

NIGHT RAID - Group 1

If one could see the look on Azazel's face it was one of pure exhaustion. Too many people asking too many stupid questions. This was a job, and they go a payday; who cared about the details? He thought about addressing this with a scathing remark, but ultimately, the sound of the bullhorn made him take a swift exit, using his guards to leave from the exterior of the building and skulking off into the night.

On the front end, the various groups of gathered villains were having wildly different reactions due to the police showing up. A few of the less brave were immediately ready to give up, following the orders by bowing down immediately and placing all the stuff they'd gather in front of them to appease the law enforcement.

One particular individual would upset this 'peace' with his skin turning a metallic sheen. He would rush forward screaming, "You'll have to kill me first!" in a clearly unhinged fashion, which resulted in an all-out firefight and pure chaos.

The perfect opportunity to make a hasty escape or perhaps go on a killing spree?

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tl;dr
- Azazel debates commenting further, but opts to leave due to the cops showing up.
- One crazy person charges the police, chaos ensues
- we done!

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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　

Being scooped up was...

...certainly not an experience he expected from his bucket list to get checked off this evening.

Tilting his head up towards the one who entered his court at the start of such an exciting evening, a grin played across his lips. Much like that of a smug cat who owned up to knocking down a glass of wine on the new carpet, the metaphorical wine being an abundance of glitter and the faces of those who opposed them as a carpet. "Purrrhaps~" Yes, he actually purred out his own pun, it wasn't often he had a chance to playfully banter with others who would see tomorrow...so why not?

In this state, he was very much reliant on the one carrying him...he wasn't about to test his limits tonight and risk gradually getting kicked out of his own damn body. So for now? He was relaxed, this man didn't give him any reason to doubt that he also had his back...let alone that the others who were clearly on the same side of this coin were going to ram knives in their backs. Though two of them didn't seem to have a single quirk to them as far as his gaze could take in...they were competent.

After all, he could only tap into technology and manipulate it with the use of his quirk, so it was a fascinating feat to acknowledge those who could manually break down code. Those who could break down walls with the right tools and tact rather than some quirk, he'd give credit where it was due on that front for sure. So those two had his respect in their own rights at the very least...

A snickered out snort escaped him as he leaned his head lightly against the other half of this Circus Duo's chest and loosely gestured towards him, "Heh, this is as close as I'm getting to first class tonight, don't you think?" The only uncomfortable thing is he had loot literally pushing into his body, causing it to mold and contort to nestle everything into a sturdy position like a memory foam mattress. "A little turbulence along the way should be fine~" Lightly offering a shrug, he did what he could to hold on since he knew this was going to be one hell of a bumpy ride.

....though he'd definitely make sure the real precious cargo hiding within the bag was safe and sound when they got to their final stop. Poor thing was stuck with a bunch of parts and probably couldn't get too comfortable, so of course there was some degree of concern for the little stow-away. Besides, the trip would give him enough rest to get his body back to normal later on.

When he turned his head towards the woman armed to the teeth...he blinked a couple of times.

.............................maybe if money was something he was struggling with, he'd have actually considered grabbing their crap just because. "Pffft~. They didn't have a good eye for anything, really, the most useful thing was a sawed off shotgun...? Truthfully, those are easy enough to come by...no big loss." Passively saying those words to her, he didn't see himself as being completely dishonest. Plus, what was he supposed to do? Awkwardly lug things around being marketable plushy sized?

Though...

...come to think of it, he really didn't see anything worth taking off of them anywho, so it wasn't a complete lie! Shrugging ever so slightly, it was a bit comical how his voice didn't bother changing with his body to match it more. In fact, it was still low with that air of bass to it and a dash of static.

The offer was one he would have considered, had he been stuck as a solo act, mostly to assure that the two at least had him around to help in case wherever they were going had a trap awaiting. Strange how actually working with somewhat reliable individuals twisted his mindset in such a way...

.........................huh.


Not like he was completely against the adjustment in views here and there, just something he found rather interesting since most individuals he worked with were quite useless, disposable sorts who contributed to nothing. Now, though? It looked like there were several forks in the road and it may cause them to split up for the time being, possibly even reconnect in the future...who knows.

However, the metallic goofus charging like a rhino sure did wonders for a distraction!

"If we don't join you two, t'was a pleasure to meet you and may your path be free of bacon~!" For a moment, he reached up to tip his hat as a farewell before adjusting his grip once more. Thankfully that hat would stick on since...well...it was part of the glitter he made. Part of him was sure they were going in different paths this evening with the way his partner was positioned...

✎ tags -- (Callisto Tengoku, facade, Bakiri Retsu, Matsu|| Rei Ijuin)
✉ ammo: 23\24
※ notes: hastala bye bye, peace out girl scouts! ;}

MADE BY MIZO

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TLDR!

Getting cozy with the Circus homie

Chill and sees the others as competent

Chatting it up a little with folks

He's goin wherever Cal is, that's his first class ride LOL

May your path be free of bacon UwU

[Callisto Tengoku]

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Laoro body crackled with electric tendrils, slipping up his arms in snaps of light — a violet hue tinting its flash — and down his torso along his back, where it quickly plunged into the earth. Every step became a leap as he stomped along the ground, closing gaps and lunging again as he darted back to their original point of entry. He held the King of Hearts close in his offhand as he did, tightly coiling his forearm and bicep around their figure with his hand resting squarely on the inside curling of their back.

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Over his shoulder, Laoro threw his free hand up in a wave. Though he didn't turn to look back, he shook it just enough before he rounded the bend, leaving the opposite duo and their cane-wielding companion for their own plans and intentions, the latter of whom the man forgot existed until his tally caught up with him. Regardless, Laoro figured the bomb-wielding and tech-dealing pair would sort their situation out for themselves — and what's more, for Laoro's sake, it bought the officers' time and attention, making it a nuisance not on him to solve.

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He didn't need any more than he had, both in trouble and in surplus. The panda was probably safe amongst the equipment, soft enough to ease the jostling against him, but with the addition of more, he couldn't imagine the space would remain breathable enough for the little guy if he added any more. And, if he chose to carry anything further in his arm, he would either sacrifice his balance or acquiesce the spoils to the king. As much as he liked the guy, he wouldn't be carrying anything else for free — he was already doing him the returned favor.

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"Yeah," he breathed with a laugh, "apologies for the lack of beverages or alcohol, sir. If I knew the passengers of today's flight, I'd have stocked up ahead of time. I hope, however," he grinned, "that you find your seat most comfortable."

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Laoro sharply turned through their previous entrance, tracing his free hand low to the ground, even gripping the corner in his twist, as he sprung down the back-alley path they had come from. He curled his strength in his legs, boosting himself off the ground with a quiet boom as he, alongside the king and stowaway, shot away from the scene.

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He wasn't sure if he would be able to return to his intended sleep, now that he thought about it. As he moved from building to building, he figured he would, at the very least, be tired enough for his body to rest. At the same time, however, the panda's entire presence, as well as the King's now reliance on his efforts, kept his mind racing; though both of these would almost certainly end when he got home, it certainly could have turned out for the worse.

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"Now for your destination... I'll get you there, wherever it is. Just with uh, a few directions, yeah, a couple hints at least."

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TLDR[break]
-Energy go crickle-crackle.[break]
-Leap, leap, leap![break]
-Quirkless duo got the distraction handled, yay.[break]
-Nahhhhh, I'm good on the loot I have.[break]
-Unfortunately, this flight is not equipped with drinks, alcoholic or otherwise (enjoy it regardless tho)[break]
-We out. Love, peace, and taco grease.[break]
-Now, in the battle for sleep, with exhaustion or anxiety be the winner...

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[Bakiri Retsu]

"Y'r loss," Retsu shrugged as they parted from the circus duo. Arriving at the knocked down trio her lips curled into a sneer. They really didn't have much going for them did they? Picking up their sawed-off shotgun anyway she turned to Facade. "Yo, these fooks aren't with us, right?" 

She was aware not all under ENKI were the most competent but there were levels to it. If they were part of the network, well, who knew? Maybe Facade would want the phones back? Shoving the shotgun into her duffel bag with the grip sticking out of the zipper she put the thought out of her mind. It was hardly her problem after all.

"Roite behind ya," She replied to Facade, still not entirely convinced the building didn't have lethal traps. Even if this whole thing didn't turn out to be a trap what kinda craftsman didn't rig their workshop to blow if the wrong people got into it? It didn't make any sense to her. That was how you got people thinking they could steal your shit and get away with it.

Her lips curled into a smile at Facade's suggestion, the motion hidden behind the high collar of her coat. It was true. Why should they limit themselves to vertical surfaces to make new pathways? Why, this added a whole new level -quite literally- of flexibility to her options. Slapping four stretches of breaching strip down onto the floor in a roughly one meter wide square she activated the attached timer, setting it to ten second while she made her way back to Facade and stepped behind the same set of crates. If the floor was rigged chances were that the safe spot he picked was the only one. Once the floor blew out she once more extended her hand.

"After you." 

Of course she followed right behind him, just in case. This robbery had gone far too smoothly -other than the brief stint with the Kangaroo and the cops at the end- and Retsu very much didn't trust it. For all she knew the building would blow the moment Facade was clear. Landing in a crouch she caught her bearings and looked around before raising herself to her full height, ready to react at a moment's notice should something feel off.

As they made their way through the basement floor to the parking garage she couldn't help but wonder just how much Facade had planned in advance. Did he have more info on what place they were gonna raid? Had he predicted they'd end up here? Her eye narrowed. Sure, she wouldn't refuse a ride but she'd be as paranoid as she'd be impressed if the man had a getaway car parked here.

Either way, if he was planning to spring a trap he'd likely have done it by now. Cracking her neck and stretching her back she let out a yawn. Yeah, no point in keeping her guard up any on longer. After all...

...surely no one was waiting for her to let her guard down before putting her six feet under. Her hand hovered near the grip of her new shotgun just in case.

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Tags: Matsu King of Hearts Callisto Tengoku Rei Ijuin facade

[facade]

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Location: Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: working.
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As the pair passed the 'Lightning Brothers', Aiden had turned to address Retsu's question. "Uhhh... Nope. I review all of the ENKI applicants myself, never seen these dipshits in my life. Not our problems." He laughed, well aware that if the brothers came to they'd hear him perfectly. He turned and waved to Yoshimitsu & Callisto, as the two groups diverged. "Seeya later, alligators." He knew that phrase wouldn't work at all in Japanese, so he said it in English. He'd have to make sure to seek that pair out later, the electrokinetic glitter monster especially.

Once Retsu blew the floor clean open, Aiden hopped down the storey of distance to the basement floor below, knees bent. He looked up through the hole, towards the warehouse entrance where he could hear gunshots from outside. "Heh, looks like the cops are gonna be busy for a while." Once Retsu had jumped down after him, Aiden lead the way towards the parking garage. "Funny thing is, I've stolen from this place before. It's an awful lot easier when you don't trip the alarm on purpose. Left this way last time, too." He wasn't lying, technically. He'd pocketed a few expensive components while touring the place to test the owner's vigilance. There was a short space of silence before he spoke again. "So, why do you think I bothered showing up today? Didn't take anything, and it would've been risky if anyone more dangerous had shown up." He turned to look Retsu in the eyes, flicking something small up into his hand from his baggy sleeve. "I came to this little amateur burglary because a little birdy told me you'd be here, Bakuretsu. Because you don't know how to lay low, I believed them. Needed to tell you something, but you dropped off the face of the underworld." He kept walking, until shortly they were in the parking garage itself.

Stopping, he turned fully around to face Retsu. "You asked about the workshop earlier, so I suppose the offer I made you when your shop went up in flames?" He held out a small paper card, the shape of a business card, for Retsu to take. If reluctant, he'd push it into her hand. It contained an address and a set of coordinates, both leading to the same building in Shinjuku, plus the passcodes to both doors. "Offer still stands. If you need somewhere to lay low, a workshop to use for whatever, you can use that one. It's pretty stacked, plus once you're there we can talk about getting you a new civilian identity." He turned then to leave, stepping towards the exit out onto the street. "Say what you want, but I take care of my own. See you later, Bakuretsu. Or not." Unless forcefully stopped, he'd walk out into the early summer night air.

Funnily enough, he did have a car in that parking garage, but that was registered as Aiden Markusson's car and he didn't wanna risk blowing his cover like that. Instead, he walked a few blocks down the street until he reached an 8-Twelve convenience store and waited outside it. A few minutes later, a car showed up to take him to a hotel. He was gonna spend the rest of this fine night... making a reference to the song in this post's header :)

tl;dr
- These aren't our dumbasses
- Later, gators!
- Going down
- Been here before (literally)
- About that workshop...
- A pedestrian exit (to catch a ride)
Bakiri Retsu Matsu Callisto Tengoku King of Hearts Rei Ijuin

[Bakiri Retsu]

Instantly her hand was on the grip of the shotgun. With the barrel angled in a way that it'd shoot straight through the front of her duffel bag all she had to do if he made any sudden moves was squeeze the trigger.

"Oh? Well den, do tell." She replied while her eye scanned their surroundings checking all possible entries, exits and hiding places for a potential ambush. "Mhmm, what about it?"

Clenching her hand around the grip she warily extended her other and accepted the business card, scanning it over while keeping an eye and an ear out in case it was a distraction.

"Kent say ah'd be against usin' a proper workshop again," Retsu replied. Improvised tools and portable chemistry stations had gotten her far but the lack of proper equipment was definitely hurting her craft. "Dun' need a house though, ah'll manage mahself."

She couldn't deny she was somewhat interested in the prospect of a new identity though. Disguises had worked so far whenever she needed to go out but who knew how long that'd last. Besides, Hans was getting awfully uppity recently. It'd probably be better not to rely on his fashion sense for much longer. She was just about to accept his offer when he continued.

Her eye twitched. 'His own?!' Clenching her jaw she glared at Facade's back. Sure, within Pantheon she was part of his division but...

Anger cared not for rationality. She wouldn't be kept under someone else's thumb. Not if she could help it. Unbeknownst to Facade a manic grin erupted atop Retsu's face, hidden behind her collar. If she wasn't at the top, she'd just have to put herself there, wouldn't she? One way or another.

"Maybe, yeah," She replied through gritted teeth. "Ah'll letcha know if ah drop by."

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✓ What a distraction they were! Great job everyone!! Congratulations to taiihun for reaching the monthly cap on Rei! [break][break]

+ 7.500 EXP!

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Retsu - 10.250 // 17.750[break]
Facade - 11.250 // 18.750[break]
Rei - 10.000 // 17.500[break]
King of Hearts - 2.500 // 10.000[break]
Callisto - 3.500 // 11.000

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