Jan 5, 2024 3:21:21 GMT
Post by yaguro on Jan 5, 2024 3:21:21 GMT
Funding; Money makes the world go round. Whether you’re a big hero agency, or just a small time vigilante trying to get by.
In Yaguro’s case, he was the latter; In his targets case, they were the former.
It had been so long since he’d been hauled off to jail by a hero group for just trying to help, but he could still feel the cold bars of his cells, still hear the jeering from gang members he’d locked away; Now, he at least had a chance to get some compensation for it all.
Word through the grapevine had spread around, and Yaguro had discovered an interesting opportunity; Tonight, some bigwig sponsor was going to be meeting with representatives for a hero group; And the rumors said he was bearing cash, and lots of it. For whatever reason, it seemed like the sponsor believed in presenting cash the old fashioned way, physically as opposed to a digital money transfer; And with it being so late at night, probably was going to present them with a trip to a bar as well.
Gazing at the sponsor from the safety of a rooftop, Yaguro quickly spotted a larger briefcase in his hand; It was like a shark looking at a guppy. This was perfect, the moron hadn’t thought to get any security detail; One would think carrying around a bunch of money would constitute that, but Yaguro wasn’t about to argue with the guy’s bad decision.
Sliding down the fire escape of the building he was on, the punk prepared to make his move.
Did he feel bad about robbing this average businessman just doing his job?
No, of course not; This asshole was just another cog in the machine that was the flawed hero system of Japan. If he didn’t want to get mugged, he should’ve picked a more honest line of work. Its not like he was robbing some honest place of business after all. Still, his attire was completely different than what he normally wore, as to not connect his vigilante persona to this action; God forbid Rayder found out.
Biker helmet on and baseball bat slung over his back, Yaguro approached the sponsor and drew his handgun.
“If you’re smart;” He started, drawing the attention of the thinning haired man. “You’ll just give me the briefcase and walk away.”
The sponsor turned around, and started to backpedal. “Hey, hey, wait, you don’t have to shoot me, I promise I won’t be an issue, but-“
“But nothing. Hand it over.” Yaguro was right up in his face now, with a hand on the briefcase.
“No, you don’t-“
Close enough now that the guy could see his reflection in the vigilante’s visor. “Not asking again. Hands off.”
Before the middle aged man he was targeting could spout anything else out, a flash came out of nowhere, and knocked Yaguro to the pavement.
“You get inside sir;” The blur moved sporadically, only going diagonally as it circled back to the sponsor. “Zig-Zag’s got this covered.”
Yaguro groaned as he heard the name; He hadn’t heard much about this no count, but at least knew the hero name. “Really? Cause you move fast in a zig zag pattern? How long did that take you to think of? Two, maybe three seconds?”
The hero was dressed in what seemed like workout gear, with purple and black diagonal stripes on his outfit. “Hey, it gets the job done doesn’t it?”
Yaguro didn’t bother with a reply. Getting up, he squeezed the trigger of his weapon, and watched as Zig-Zag maneuvered around the projectiles, backing up and keeping his distance.
“Maybe you should just surrender yourself now.” The hero offered. “You’re not exactly the first petty thief I’ve dealt with in my career. I mean, I’m happy to do things the hard way, but…”
Yaguro pointed his gun and prepared to fire off a few more rounds; Just as his piece seemed to explode in his hands. When the smoke cleared, the front of his handgun was completely blown off, and the rest looked worse for wear.
“Zag, lets just take this guy in quickly without causing a scene.”
Looking up, Yaguro spotted another hero on the hood of the buildings entrance; This one covered in black bandages, making him almost look like a mummy were it not for his swift movement and dismount from his elevated position.
“You know I just like having fun, Blast.” Zig Zag stated, crossing his arms (in a diagonal manner).
“This guy is dangerous; You don’t have time for fun and games.” The new hero stated in a blunt tone. “You, villain, surrender now or you WILL get hurt.”
Yaguro sighed, pulling out his baseball bat. Seemed like tonight would be a night for close quarters combat. “You’re Blast Corp, right? Your deal is exploding stuff, right?”
Blast Corp snapped his fingers three times in response, each snap generating a small floating orange ball. “If you don’t want an explosion to happen to you, I’d stand down.”
Great, two on one. So much for a simple smash and grab. As Zig Zag started to charge at him, Yaguro raised his bat, and prepared for the worst.
In Yaguro’s case, he was the latter; In his targets case, they were the former.
It had been so long since he’d been hauled off to jail by a hero group for just trying to help, but he could still feel the cold bars of his cells, still hear the jeering from gang members he’d locked away; Now, he at least had a chance to get some compensation for it all.
Word through the grapevine had spread around, and Yaguro had discovered an interesting opportunity; Tonight, some bigwig sponsor was going to be meeting with representatives for a hero group; And the rumors said he was bearing cash, and lots of it. For whatever reason, it seemed like the sponsor believed in presenting cash the old fashioned way, physically as opposed to a digital money transfer; And with it being so late at night, probably was going to present them with a trip to a bar as well.
Gazing at the sponsor from the safety of a rooftop, Yaguro quickly spotted a larger briefcase in his hand; It was like a shark looking at a guppy. This was perfect, the moron hadn’t thought to get any security detail; One would think carrying around a bunch of money would constitute that, but Yaguro wasn’t about to argue with the guy’s bad decision.
Sliding down the fire escape of the building he was on, the punk prepared to make his move.
Did he feel bad about robbing this average businessman just doing his job?
No, of course not; This asshole was just another cog in the machine that was the flawed hero system of Japan. If he didn’t want to get mugged, he should’ve picked a more honest line of work. Its not like he was robbing some honest place of business after all. Still, his attire was completely different than what he normally wore, as to not connect his vigilante persona to this action; God forbid Rayder found out.
Biker helmet on and baseball bat slung over his back, Yaguro approached the sponsor and drew his handgun.
“If you’re smart;” He started, drawing the attention of the thinning haired man. “You’ll just give me the briefcase and walk away.”
The sponsor turned around, and started to backpedal. “Hey, hey, wait, you don’t have to shoot me, I promise I won’t be an issue, but-“
“But nothing. Hand it over.” Yaguro was right up in his face now, with a hand on the briefcase.
“No, you don’t-“
Close enough now that the guy could see his reflection in the vigilante’s visor. “Not asking again. Hands off.”
Before the middle aged man he was targeting could spout anything else out, a flash came out of nowhere, and knocked Yaguro to the pavement.
“You get inside sir;” The blur moved sporadically, only going diagonally as it circled back to the sponsor. “Zig-Zag’s got this covered.”
Yaguro groaned as he heard the name; He hadn’t heard much about this no count, but at least knew the hero name. “Really? Cause you move fast in a zig zag pattern? How long did that take you to think of? Two, maybe three seconds?”
The hero was dressed in what seemed like workout gear, with purple and black diagonal stripes on his outfit. “Hey, it gets the job done doesn’t it?”
Yaguro didn’t bother with a reply. Getting up, he squeezed the trigger of his weapon, and watched as Zig-Zag maneuvered around the projectiles, backing up and keeping his distance.
“Maybe you should just surrender yourself now.” The hero offered. “You’re not exactly the first petty thief I’ve dealt with in my career. I mean, I’m happy to do things the hard way, but…”
Yaguro pointed his gun and prepared to fire off a few more rounds; Just as his piece seemed to explode in his hands. When the smoke cleared, the front of his handgun was completely blown off, and the rest looked worse for wear.
“Zag, lets just take this guy in quickly without causing a scene.”
Looking up, Yaguro spotted another hero on the hood of the buildings entrance; This one covered in black bandages, making him almost look like a mummy were it not for his swift movement and dismount from his elevated position.
“You know I just like having fun, Blast.” Zig Zag stated, crossing his arms (in a diagonal manner).
“This guy is dangerous; You don’t have time for fun and games.” The new hero stated in a blunt tone. “You, villain, surrender now or you WILL get hurt.”
Yaguro sighed, pulling out his baseball bat. Seemed like tonight would be a night for close quarters combat. “You’re Blast Corp, right? Your deal is exploding stuff, right?”
Blast Corp snapped his fingers three times in response, each snap generating a small floating orange ball. “If you don’t want an explosion to happen to you, I’d stand down.”
Great, two on one. So much for a simple smash and grab. As Zig Zag started to charge at him, Yaguro raised his bat, and prepared for the worst.
