[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

Junkyard diving!!

It’d been a helluva long while since I went and I’d be sure to call Taiki later and compare our finds! My car just ain’t the same without the godly mods he’d made. But today ain’t ‘bout my car or even wranglin’ in shit for gear. I was lookin’ for house materials!! Melt down a few cars n’ suddenly you had all the pipin’ you coulda ever dreamed of for your house! Then there was a helluva lot more you could repurpose for kitchen counters, sand down for cabinets and so much more! Ever since I’d learned my wife was pregnant, I was playin’ it extra safe with criminal shit. Not stealing, fightin’, doing my best to bury Zombae. So I was gonna do my damndest best to get our house the “clean” way but I ain’t opposed to gettin’ free materials with a lil extra elbow grease!

“Man, what jack■■■■ even throws away somethin’ like this?! Hella looks brand new!” I huffed, turning a marble slate this way and that with all four arms before tossing the thing in the cart I stole from the grocery store - can’t quit all my bad habits! Then I’m surfin’ the massive heaps of garbage again. Years of Villainy had trained my eye to see what was worthwhile. Anyone who’d been in the game long enough also knew time alone made you a magnet. For danger, distress. I ain’t even doin’ anythin’ really n’ here I already hear it -

A bloodcurdling scream, stifled by a thick punch to the gut. “Here ‘gain, are we now?” You can smell the pungent burn of blood n’ these guys are meters away, up on a crane. Thugaroo and his entourage. “Got anythin’ to say for your sorry ass, kid?”

The kid’s a lil worse for wear. He spits out blood as the words stammer word. “P-Please, another week.” His lip’s busted, bruises where his dimples should be. “I-I’ll get the, the, t-the money in just another week. I have a check comin-!!”

The heartass pushes the kid down, massive military boot crushing the kid’s clavicle. The lanky boy’s dangling, half-on and half-off the hangin’ edge of the crane. Lifeless eyes watch him. Heartless as it sounds, this ain’t my problem. This kinda shit happens all the time. I’ve been both the heartass n’ the kid he’s ‘bout to kill. Hell, maybe the lackeys, too! Not as well dressed tho!!

So why am I runnin’ over to the crane?

Can’t hear my steps over the kid’s ear-rendering scream. But somehow, I hear the heartass. “That’s a week too late, boy. You can thank your mistress of a mother for your death.” N’ there he goes, a sec before flingin’ him over the edge!!

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[Bakiri Retsu]

It had been a while since Retsu had been to a place like this. In her youth she'd wandered places like this often, scouring for scrap metal that resembled the right shape or electronics she could repurpose for her own uses. Eventually after she'd saved up enough to get her own place she got others to do it for her, sourcing materials through middlemen and black market contacts alike while focusing fully on her craft. 

Unfortunately she didn't exactly have access to 'her own place' at present and was stuck shuffling between anonymously hired warehouses and relying on Facade for anything more complex. Which was nice and all but she'd learned better by now than to let her every creation be tracked. The moment someone thinks they know everything about you they stop taking you seriously and Retsu wasn't planning to lose any of her advantages. So she'd returned to her roots to 'finance' her private projects the hard way. Of course she'd keep the majority of them hidden, only revealing one or two pieces of her secret arsenal to hint at the rest. Whatever ideas about her capabilities people would cook up after that were likely to be much scarier than the real deal anyway.

Her scavenging was interrupted by a commotion a bit further down the scrapyard. She shrugged. It had nothing to do with her but she might as well check it out, it wasn't like she didn't have some time to kill anyway. Hells, it might even provide an opportunity for some stress relief.

Shouldering her explosives-and-scrap-materials-filled duffel bag and adjusting her coat for easy access to the pistol holder beneath it she sauntered over just in time to see Chuck barreling towards the crane. She let out a snort when she spotted what was going on at the top. How'd they even manage to take their fight up there?

"Oy, fookheads. Y'r ruining the scrapyard ambience, take y'r dumb fookin' argument elsewhere." She shouted up without drawing any of her weapons, the high collar of her coat hiding her manic smile. If they took offense to her words and decided to take the fight to her then, well, they might have the physical high ground but she'll have the moral one. She wondered how many bullets she could put in them before they managed to climb down from the crane. In the end she supposed the exact amount didn't matter, it was the fall that'd get them anyway if they tried to come after her.

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[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

There’s a certain bite real strong people have to their eyes. You live life as a Villain long enough, y’know exactly what it is, can weigh your life’s worth in their irides like ten-ton measuring cups. That girl, the one way down there - she only got one visible eye and twice the badassery in it anyway!! Heartass smirks, shifting his attention away from the boy writhing out in indescribable pain. “Oi oi, lil lady.” A nerve beats under his aorta!! Which one, iunno!! “So you wanna be a part of the execution, do you?” He flicks his wrist at his dogs and, like clockwork, they pull out a volley of standard grenades and swords, using the latter like bats to fling them towards her.

I ain’t know it was prolly futile. A name had floated around Villain circles, the infamous Bakuretsu, the engineer, the explosives extraordinaire - but in typical Villain fashion, you ain’t really know what anyone looks like unless they were an idiot. I’m kinda one, honestly. “HEY!! I LIKE YOUR COAT! N’ I HOPE YOU AIN’T AN EXHIBITIONIST OR SOMETHIN’!” There my ass goes, climbing up the metal crane!! “Phew, okay son, get the hell up,” I tell the boy when I finally make it, casual as if he got lost at the grocers!!

“You people don’t know how to mind your business.” Heartass opens and closes his fist, bulging veins glowing vibrant blue over his scarred-up hand. Uh oh. “GET LOST!”

I fell to my knees instantly. The most insane pressure overcame me, sensations amplified into a colorless blur as something inside me damn near exploded. According to shounen law, Heartass smirked before explaining his power. Not that I could hear it over the deafening pain. “My quirk, Heartstopper, stops my target’s heart as long as this fist is closed. What will you do now?” I swear I prolly choked up!!

OP ASS ■■■■!!!

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[Bakiri Retsu]

"That's one way ta put it!" Retsu shouted back at the head honcho. "Ya see, ah never fookin' got why y'all sauntered around with those dumb fookin' masks on y'r face but ah get it now."

Pulling part of her collar down with her free hand to reveal an absolutely manic grin as the volley of grenades was thrown her way.

"It's a prophecy ain't it? Y'r heart's on y'r face and what d'ya know? Ah'm gonna rip it out through y'r fookin' eye socket!"

Depth perception didn't come natural to someone used to only exposing one eye but as with everything experience more than made up for it and Retsu had tossed a fair few grenades in her time. Predicting their trajectories was child's play by this point. Not just that, she recognized the designs as well, almost instinctively allowing her to estimate their blast radii once they landed and expertly weaving a course outside of them all the way to a junk heap near the crane. Were her collar still lowered they'd have seen the grin widen further. It was very rare that she fought an opponent so unprepared to face her. When Chuck spoke she sputtered as she coughed in surprise, her grin dying down instantly, both due to his words and a gut feeling.

...Things never went that smoothly. Her eye narrowed even as she shouted back a reply, wondering what flavor of bullshit was coming going to be coming her way this time.

"Ah've killed people fer less!"

Honestly, the biggest reason she didn't instantly open fire over his comment was that it caught her completely off guard. That and the sheer audacity of it. She could appreciate something like that.

If she'd been able to hear the conversation Chuck was having at the top she might've been able to prepare for Heartstopper's abilities but unfortunately even though she was able to avoid getting hurt by the barrage of grenades the sheer amount of blasts left quite the ringing in her ears.

Dashing up the mountain of scrap she only lost her footing once or twice, sliding down slightly and cutting her shins on sharp bits and pieces of metal by the time she made it all the way up. The junk heap was by no means as tall as the crane but in between the distance and angle she now had a somewhat clear line of fire to the people on top. With no idea how long she had before she had to abandon her position to avoid being blown up she drew her pistol and fired at Heartstopper and his friends until her gun clicked empty. Letting her magazine drop to the ground she slammed another home while keeping her eye peeled. If the past was anything to go by, things were going to go wrong for her right about...

...now.

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[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

Ouuuhwee she roasted him hella good!! I was havin’ the time of my life, before my heart stopped, picturing this guy pissin’ himself under the mask!! Coulda swore a nerve of his twitched, eyes narrowing at my newfound… ally? enemy? Hell, you never know with people like us! Heartass n’ his goons are powerless against her as she wove through the grenades, evident skill in every step. So he does that bad guy thing, yelling out random nonsense to make himself feel better. “You INSOLENT little girl!” He draws two hands up and then down in a “X” shape, cuing his two guys to go after her on foot. “Hearts are for the weak! I’ll carve yours out right here and eat it!”

I was grinnin’ hella crazy over what she said. Not quite as manic as her grin then, but with the hella same spirit!! “Kill these guys first, then we’ll talk!!” Then there was a lot happenin’ that I ain’t realize. Convulsing on the ground, ironically safe from the hellfire she unleashed in rapid time, completely useless under Heartass’s spell. It was like a fireworks display of massive bursts from her pistol, raining down over the crane. It got one guy hella good, down n’ out; then it got another guy in the knee, a scream ripped from his jugular as he unhitched the semi from his back and aimed his shot towards her. I swore Heartass had to take a bullet or two. Dark liquid flooded through his suit near his chest, yet his damn hand was still clenched.

Till it ain’t.

I’m heavin’ with an open mouth, eyes rolled into the back of my head. Attractive, I know. For maybe three more agony-inducing seconds, cause right then the spell broke. The sound of a CRACK hit Heartass’s head, and when I looked up I saw it was the kid. Sensations came back together in writhing pain - but it was him for sure, two halves of broken wood in either palm. He’s sweating. All crooked-like, his neck bones are broken. But he’s got bite in his eye too. “I’m DONE,” he starts, “I’m, I’m, I’m done being your victim, me and my mama too!”

I like this kid. Really glad we saved him, or eh, tryin’ to anyways. I was gonna tell him that later, cause the present moment was for running straight into Heartass, deadass crazy, flingin’ us both off the crane with one hand clutching his throat and another three poised to punch. “Brinin’ the fight to you!!” I shouted to Retsu, givin’ this guy a hell of a beatdown when we hit the floor if everything went to plan!!

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[Bakiri Retsu]

"Oh rlly, dun' wanna have a conversation while they're tossin' fookin' bombs around?!" Retsu shouted back at Chuck, not at all hypocritically given the amount of talking she did while tossing bombs around on a day-to-day basis. It seemed like the angle she chose to fire from was a good one, something she'd definitely need to remember. She actually hit more than one person unloading her entire magazine this time. Unlike her own performance however the goon atop the crane chose to scream loudly before returning fire, nicely drawing attention to himself to allow her plenty of time to dodge out of his line of fire.

With a slick feat of agility she hopped to the side, felt the piece of metal she put her foot down on come loose and rolled down the rest of the junk heap in an avalanche of scrap. Her sole saving grace was that the direction she tumbled in didn't allow for a clear shot, the goon's bullet clinking off scrap metal and luckily not ricocheting her way. Keeping her head low she peered over the side of a fridge just in time to see the guy she'd seen charging up the crane earlier rush the heartheaded prick and send them both crashing to the ground. Wait, was he talking to her? 

No normal person would survive a fall from that height, not without an insane amount of luck? Was he suicidal? Or worse, like Rui?

"Fook, what da fook? Fookin' shit, gods dangit."

 Raising herself to a crouch she fired back up at the crane, the majority of her bullets hitting steel but with some luck one or two impacting with whatever would-be shooters were still on there. Repeating the maneuver of letting her magazine drop and slamming home another she swore. She'd only brought three, this was her final one. Well, she still had her bombs. Unzipping her duffel bag she shouted at Chuck while pulling out one of her frag grenades.

"Oy! D'ya got some kinda bullshit healing goin' on?"

Probably not. How likely was it that she'd meet two people like that? Just in case though she asked anyway, if only to get a reply. If he answered he was still well enough to continue the fight. If he didn't she could just throw a grenade and be done with it. If their opponent answered instead, well, same deal. Staying low enough that only the top of her head stuck out above the side of the fridge she kept her eye open for any movement whatsoever while she pulled the pin on her grenade, ready to duck back down and throw it at a moment's notice.

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[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

“Y’know, all these LOUD ASS grenades n’ I still hear your voice clear as day!! Wassat say ‘bout you, HUH?!” I was talkin’ ■■■■ but crazy impressed at the same time. This girl had insane precision, makin’ me wonder if it was quirk-based, genius or hard work. Prolly all three. All I know is, I ain’t wanna wish a long-range fight ‘gainst her on my worst enemy. The shooters on the crane are sitting ducks at this point, one after the other shot down n’ prolly wonderin’ what the hell happened to them at hell’s gates. ‘Sides the guy screaming his lungs off, hella thrilling last few words!! The boy, I ain’t see him, but he’s crouched hiding behind one of the big parts in awe.

I’m fallin’, two arms clutching Heartass’s neck, another two seizing his fists. “You lunatic!!” His eyes are bulging out the chambers. Heart’s thundering outta control under my fingertips. “Can you really be stupid enough to kill us both?! Did I hit you hard enough to give you cardiogenic vertigo?!”

“No,” I whisper, a grin to rival Retsu’s expanding over my ugly mug. “Just you.” Midair, I’d use all my strength to ram his fingers forward, sickening twist in his wrists next so they’d break. Right there and then as he screamed I’d promise myself I’d get stronger, just so I’d have the ability to completely shatter his hands the next time someone like him came across our paths. We hit the ground in blinding pain, bounced upwards so I could punch his bodybag across the a mountain of scrap.

I heard Retsu’s words n’ just had to explain my power!! It’s shounen law! Even as I deeply ached, shock rocketing upwards from the tips of my toes to my head. “Yeah!! My quirk, Dead or Alive, gives me hella fast regeneration!!”I grin! “It’s also turned my skin blue thanks to livor mortis! C-cause it kills me the same!” But I ain’t invincible. Hell, this is bad even for me. Even tho his body took the brunt of the shock, with a fall from that height I’d undoubtedly broken a few bones. There they were, unhinged in my scarred-up body, jagged edges puncturing me. I’d walk ‘bout funny for a few days at least, muscle n’ bone agonizingly putting itself back together, prolly make my wife worry. Heartass tho… I’d do it all over again, a dozen times over!! Just for him!

I shouted for Retsu then as he flew forward, a gut feeling calling to me. I ain’t know she was behind the fridge or where she was at all - but I felt she should have the final dig at this asshole!! “KILLSHOT!!”

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[Bakiri Retsu]

Retsu would've been really mad about Chuck's comment if she could hear him over the ringing in her ears. Fortunately she was too busy to devote all too much attention to figuring out his words, what with all the shouting, falling and rolling. She did catch his reply to her question however, making her swear under her breath. Seriously, what was up with this guy? A quirk like Rui's, an attitude she had no idea how to handle and the kind of insanity she was very familiar with. The kind that made someone very dangerous. If she didn't know better she'd think there was some kind of big conspiracy going on. How likely was a person to ever run into two people like that?

Even worse, this one seemed far more capable of killing her than Rui was, making the approach of just bombing the lot and being done with it far too risky for her liking. After all, if she doesn't get him with her first one she just might not get a chance to try a second. No, as much as she's not a fan of the approach discretion might be the better part of valor this time. 

"Sure, why naht?" She replied to his shout, confident she'd interpreted the meaning correctly. "Ah'll finish the fooker, if that's whatcha meant." Relatively confident.

Sauntering their way after waiting just long enough to be sure no one was gonna be making any more sudden moves she pulled the collar of her coat down enough the man on the ground could see her mocking smile when she looked from the top of the crane all the way back to him.

"Well, that's one way ta lower y'r heart rate. Don'tcha worry a thing, ah know how stressful life can be." She raised her pistol just enough that the barrel was aimed at his chest. "Ya won't 'ave ta deal with it any more."

As far as final quips go it might not exactly be the best one but Retsu couldn't say she cared. It wasn't like she went for one liners often anyway. If she hadn't been humoring Chuck she probably wouldn't have wasted her breath on it this time either. Oh, she'd tried once upon a time in her youth. Spoke long enough the guy had gotten back up and given her one hell of a black eye before she put him down for good. A dark stain on her history.

Ever since she'd found it best to make sure the enemy wasn't gonna get back up first. With that thought in mind she fired a round through his heart and two more through his heart... head? Either way, she doubted he was gonna get up after that.

Unless there was a third person with a bullshit healing quirk. Just in case she squinted at him for a solid ten seconds to check for signs of accelerated healing. Confident that he wouldn't come back to haunt her -unless he had some kinda ghost quirk, in which case she'd be really pissed but hardly surprised by now- she turned her head to face Chuck.

"Well, this was fun 'n all but ah've gotta get goin'. Work won't get itself done, much as ah'd lahk it to." Retsu said with a shallow nod, making her way out of the junkyard to find a different looting spot unless Chuck had more to say.

"Wonder what this 'hole deal was about anyway. Ah well, ain't mah problem."

On her way out she'd roll her shoulder, flinching at the painful reminders of her tumble down the heap to the point that she began to limp slightly once the adrenaline died down. Her eye narrowed as she looked at the stain on her lower leg that widened a bit further than the rest.

"Y've gotta be fookin' shittin' me." 

The bullet seemed to have ricocheted into her leg after all. It was only later, once she'd managed to find a safe place to sit down and pull out a pair of tweezers that she'd find out the truth. Sure, the bullet's initial ricochet hadn't hit her. Whatever it hit instead had shattered it however, sending several fragments deep into her calf.

"One fookin' outing. Just one where ah don't get fooked over. Is dat too much ta ask?"

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, no one answered.

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[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

I knew the kid could do it!! Y’know, I ain’t got a shot’s worth of spiritual prowess tho I’ve been alive long enough, suffered longer, to get a sense of someone’s semblance. Most people, y’know, ain’t doin’ nothin’. Living their lives in peaceful bliss, melding through our intertwined daily existence like rivulets down a river. Every now n’ then you meet someone like this chick, someone who’s their whole damn own ocean. Bowl you right the hell over if you ain’t lookin’ in time. Drown you and leave no ships as vestige. That barrel kicks back in her experienced arms, once, twice, thrice, n’ I find myself thinkin’ I better never get on her bad side. Hell, I’m lowkey hoping this is the last time I see her. That’s how much I respect her.

Heartass, seconds before the shots, is hella twitchin’ out on the ground. Even with five broken ribs n’ his sternum cut into a kidney- he could say somethin’!! Hella wasted his chance at his last words, opting instead to peer up at this girl and her manic smile with irrefutable agony. You could say it was a helluva heart racing experience!! I admired her all the more for waiting for that double tap, makin’ sure that ■■■■stain’s dead!!

When it’s all said and done, I nod back at her. “See ya. Thanks for the fun!!” Ja ne sounds funny out of my mouth, upbeat like we ain’t at a murder scene. “I’m gonna get lunch! Kid,” I turn on my heel, “you need a ride home?”

“Y-yeah.”

He waves at her then putters after me. I idly lift a hand up as we walk away, blabbing on with my big mouth about how the kid needs to help me get my pre-kill haul’s worth of shit into my car!! Internally, I’m thinkin’. Once I know where he lives, my girl and I will check up on him from afar, make sure none of these piss-ass’s follow him or try to mess with him or his family ever again. If there’s anyone alive.

It’s only once I’m veerin’ outta his neighborhood at breakneck speed, alone in the car, that I allow pain to visibly flood me. Face cracked into a thousand places with my grimace, numb hands reaching to guzzle painkiller. Regen would patch up these bones but it ain't gonna be pretty. Worth it for what we did, tho!!

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✓ Amazing thread!! This exp still counts for the month of November! [break][break]

+ 7.500 EXP!

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Chuck - 18.500 // 26.000 [break]
Retsu - 25.250 // 32.750

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