[smileyj]

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| Mel Sweets | @Smiley J
Location: Shinjuku, Japan. | Current Status:  

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So.. he might be a bit drunk. He recently had a nice payout on a small heist, some extra money! And with extra money, why not go to one of the various bars that hang close to where he lives and get a bit smashed? Maybe find someone that would enjoy spending a night of partying and fun with him, let his worries go and just enjoy the night! That is, well, WAS the plan. Midway into getting drunker than he might have first assumed, without even having tried to talk anyone up and he was already getting into some trouble in the seedy place that he was drinking at, since he was out without a disguise or a different fashion sense to hide himself.

It didn't take much. Just a passing, gross comment from someone he didn't like (as a person) and wasn't interested in (in aesthetic terms), a rejection that might have come across as too hostile given his inebriation, some loud words from the gross dickhead and, just like that, past gripes and recent sleights bubbled up, all in a nice cocktail topped up by drunken irrationality. Before he knew it, he had smashed a whole Jawbreaker Fist into the man, punching him out of the pub - all the way into the next street. A main street, where the violence could be seen and shock innocent people.

Also alert cops. Before long, a slightly smashed Mel, still angered at being insulted by the drunk asshole, was attacking the authorities that would try to immobilize him, repeatedly shouting random insults, all of which ended up being simple (or adjacent to) calling them 'authoritarian pigs!'. By the looks of it, even drunk, a seasoned fighter with a very well developed quirk is still a dangerous a tad too big for normal methods to stop, so a call was sent to heroes in the immediate area. Who would get here first? Who knows. But for the good of everyone, it might be best to be someone who doesn't fit the 'authoritarian pig' description he so seems to despise!

[Chrysopoeia]

Chrysopoeia

Halt Criminal

Crys was out on patrol by herself while her partner and husband was home with their daughter. As much as Crys enjoyed being a wife and mother with her family, this was truly her element. Stopping crime, protecting people, keeping peace; this is what she had strove so adamantly to be the best she could. She despised the people that waltz around with the title of Hero but held none of the values or virtues of someone deserving of the authority. It was heroic failures like that that had let her father die when she was a child and set her on her path to someday set the standard of a hero. She still struggled to call herself a hero as she felt inadequate to her impossible standards of heroism, but thanks to her husband's influence she had grown more tolerant of her current weaknesses and even the mild incompetencies of professional heroes as a whole. Crys pushed herself to be the best and would continue to do so until either she was the best or at the least the bare minimum for heroes was raised to a tolerable level for her.

Crys' long massive orange-red hair was bound back into a thick braid that kept it contained and off the ground. She had on her hero uniform, her large spring-heeled compression boots and her computerize face visor. She didn't take on an elemental form at this time as she was seeking to make a good appearance for any civilians that might see her. She knew it was important for them to see her at the ready but not using her quirk unnecessarily, if she was in her transformed state it might put people on edge, concerned that there could be a threat nearby. Crys was following a lead right now but it hadn't seemed like anything significant to need causing a panic.

It had been a relatively small heist, in the grand scheme of crime in the city, but Crys was following the trail of a criminal that had stolen some money earlier. She had been following them for roughly an hour. The random locations and departures that the criminal made could be interpreted as a near-ingenious way to lose pursuers and avoid capture... if done intentionally. The chase came to a head as Crys heard a commotion from a few blocks away.

Crys arrived on the scene to find a very loud and drunk man shouting at the police that had come to deal with the disturbance. Crys initially believed this was unrelated to her pursuit, but she couldn't just let this escalate especially as he was attacking the officers while avoiding their attempts to immobilize him. A ping came up on the visor screen of Crys' A.L.C.H.E.M.I. calling for hero assistance on this situation. Crys brought up any intel that the hero alert came with on the target as she charged into the fray.

Crys ran past a number of police men that worried a costumed child was running in at first but she came to a stop a few feet from Mel, taking a defensive stance. She activated the speaker function of her A.L.C.H.E.M.I. to project her voice loudly. "Halt criminal! Cease your actions, surrender and lie flat on the ground. Do not make this any worse." Crys said sternly and coldly, like she didn't care. But to her credit, Crys did care about Mel's well being too in this situation, she just had difficulty expressing anything that didn't come across as emotionless or disinterested.

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[smileyj]

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| Mel Sweets | @Smiley J
Location: Shinjuku, Japan. | Current Status:  

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Drunk off of his mind and rampaging as he half-pleased, it was inevitable that a hero would eventually show their faces to stop him. What would come from that was anyone's guess, as he had never faced one of those types while drunk. Usually, when he knows he's going to stir up trouble, he makes sure to always remain sober so that he doesn't do or say something that he might regret later. But this time, the situation had spiraled out of his control way too quickly - having started when he was already a bit too drunk to make the right judgement at the time. And now? Well.. it really has gone out of his control. He either thrashes everyone in front of him or runs. Sadly, he's drunk enough to go for the worst option.

Even worse still when the worst possible  hero came to try and talk him down. Not a fault of the poor woman, not in the slightest.. but when the drunk and aggressive anarchist heard her talk in that cold, authoritative manner, something seemed to snap in his alcohol-addled mind, as he responded with incoherent, angered screaming - followed by various tendrils of packed granulated sugar, tipped with sharp, extremely pointy cone-shaped hard tips, all of which would fly towards Crys, attempting to stab into her from the front and above! Those tips were more than strong enough to destroy concrete without even a scratch on those tips, showing just how willing he was to hurt her.

Still, those tendrils were uncharacteristically careful to not damage buildings in any relevant way - or strike areas where innocents might be. His anger, his aggression was all focused on her. Finally, something resembling words would come out. "Yeeeoooouuu... FUUUCKIN' BASTARDS! Shouldn't ye bee hauling ass to the rich neighborhoods!? Ya BEEG and POWERFUL clients need their government dogs to protect em! After all.. everyone's equal, but some are just more equal than others!" Mel screamed out, that last phrase being the most coherent and least-slurred out of everything he had said. And of course, going by the grains that were leaking out of his body, he was preparing to throw more at her.

[Chrysopoeia]

Chrysopoeia

Equal Treatment

Crys had tried to approach the drunken Mel and talk him into surrender. She unfortunately did not have a the tone and dialogue of a hostage negotiator. Her lack of clear empathy did not quell the perpetrator but only seemed to drive him into a deeper incoherent rage. Glass-like tendrils formed from him and swiftly snaked towards Crys. Crys shifted her body's composition to a liquid gold to fluidly dodge away from the piercing tentacles. Crys pooled and flowed in and out of the way of the attacks making sure to not move towards any of the bystanders. She didn't want anyone else to get in the line of attack, so as long as he focused on her she would manage.

Crys' A.L.C.H.E.M.I. began to analyze the tendrils as the visor helped her track of the attacks, picking up that they were the composition of candy. Recalling the traces of sugar from the crime scene she had been following earlier, she could quickly deduce that this person was likely connected. With how his candy constructs were strong enough to stab into the street where she dodged out of the way from, it was safe to say she needed to be careful in case any of those attacks moved away from her.

He began shouting drunkenly of the unfair structures of the system that kept the rich safe rather than protecting people equally. His rambling didn't make much sense in the context of this situation, but his inebriation was likely muddying his point. Crys was fast enough to avoid his attacks but because of how erratic they were there was a chance of them outmaneuvering her visor's sensors or strike at someone else. She tried to talk him down again, "Noted. Surrender now and you will be detained as equally as any criminal." Crys was attempting to speak fairly not condescendingly... but that's not quite how it came out.

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