[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

Shit was getting serious.

As it hella does for the scum of the world, Villains like us. One minute I’m fawning over my newborn twins who’re lookin’ up every which way with wonder in their cross eyes over the world, not letting go of my wife for a single second, and the next thing y’know ■■■■ Ghouligan BLEEUGH is decapitating me!! Wanna know the worst part?! It ain’t drownin’ in the ocean after that getting feasted upon by all those damn mutated dolphins (naughty fins) - it was that achin’ feelin’ in the back of my neck, a savage twitching over my jaw tellin’ me it ain’t over yet! Whatever storm I’d been thrust into had just begun. Something told me, in the thick of my bones, I was woefully unprepared. For the thunder and rain ready to lambaste me.

There’s a nefarious name heavy around our parts. Of a Villain who’d done some real whack stuff, hijacked a press conference and left her mark upon the world. A master of explosives with sheer proficiency for the tricks of her trade unparalleled. I ain’t know that I know her, but I knew that I’d pay big money to have her design a weapon for me. Something to take on the hellfire right in front of me. My nerves were high-strung; I was gassed from makin’ something myself. So a deep investigation via the ENKI system I borrowed from some thug-ass other Villain’s phone and a trip to an anonymous warehouse it’d be!!

So that’s how I end up before a metal jungle of decrepit buildings, old trash caked to the walls where nature hadn’t yet reclaimed space. Blue, scarred fingertips trace over a skein of ivy as I walk in. “Ohayo!” I boom, opera mask over my face with my bulletproof vest and sleeves on. I wave idly, at what appears to be nothing. “I’m a customer. Maybe a special kind? Wait, ■■■■, that sounds creepy!!” I put both hands in front of me and shake them!! Then clear my throat, loud ass voice still talking! “Legendary BAKURETSU!!”

‘Bout time to forge a new weapon or get flushed.

tag: Bakiri Retsu

[Bakiri Retsu]

Oh gods she recognized that voice. It was one that she'd only heard twice in reality yet had been haunting her nightmares far more often. For one Rui she could barely handle but two? She'd go even more insane than she already was. For that matter, how did he even find her. More importantly how did he figure out her identity? Retsu's eyes narrowed behind her welding helmet. This had Hans's fingerprints all over it. She'd be sure to pay him back twice over.

But that was a concern for later, right now she had to figure out what this guy was here for. Picking her eyepatch up from where she'd put it Retsu took her welding helmet off and put the eyepatch on before she stepped out of the office she'd repurposed into a welding space.

"Oy!" Retsu shouted back. "Stop fookin' screaming! D'ya 'ave any idea 'ow sound echoes in 'ere?!"

Some people...

With a disgruntled expression she crossed her arms, idly tapping her finger atop the handgun strapped to her side. Given that he claimed he was here as a customer she'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now while keeping her guard up. A small scar on the back of her shoulder right next to her neck served as an eternal reminder people's words weren't worth shit. 

"So, four-arms, 'ow ken ah help ya?"

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