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Some idioms are just so wrong. Revenge? Served cold? No thanks! Gabriel had a better, more innovative idea on how to deal with these monster fish that rampaged Tokyo Bay. After his first encounter, being saved from an external force — more on that later — he decided he’d get to the root of what was happening.

And in the meantime, if he could skewer a few shrimp, grill a few salmon, and boil a few lobsters, he wouldn’t complain. See, this time, he brought a weapon with him. A weapon that they specifically inspired.

Originally, he would settle for a taser. But with the need for deadly force on rare occasions, especially against unnatural invaders like these, it was a necessary evil. One he’d only use for emergencies. Like these rampaging monsters.

Still, he’d avoid it until he could confirm they were mindless. If they were people, if they could be reasoned with if he could use his quirk on them? Then, they might be able to reach a non-violent resolution.

Gabe might be undercover, but he still has a heart.

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Aiko

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Aiko

Fishing was something that surprisingly, Aiko knew how to do. When you had to provide for yourself, learning how to fish and how to swim seemed like a natural skill; that was of course, if you lived by water like he had for most of his life. Being in Tokyo now, he forgot that a lot of people just didn't have the knack for such things. They were spoon-fed their fish already ready to be consumed. When he heard of this predicament, it sounded like the perfect time to get some free food to help with overpopulation.

For weapons, well, his fists seemed to be okay. He wasn't agile though, so such brute force wouldn't work in his favor. He'd instead made a makeshift fishing rod, attaching some raw meat to the end of it in hopes that it would give him the results he wanted. It was crude and unprepared looking, but it was totally going to work!

He'd stand at the end of one of the piers, nodding his head to those that passed but otherwise ignoring people that didn't get close enough for him to care. A free meal was more than he could hope for when he still wasn't making as much as he had wished he could. If he could guarantee a seafood feast for himself with a bit of fishing, that was the dream.

Notes

ᐭ Gray sweatpants, red crop top, sneakers.

Aiko CHIRP ♪♪

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[CHIRP ♪♪]

The march.

The beating drums of war, a haunting rhythm that alerted all passerbys that another wave was coming — as the invasion always seemed to. Perhaps it was the life cycle of their species, perhaps there was an established pecking order, or perhaps they were reorganizing after the countless resistance attempts against their onslaught. Heroes and criminals alike saw themselves on the battlefield. Their coordination was nonexistent unless by those of their kin, but humanity did what it always did best. Resist.

Gabriel sees the first of many in front of him. A scout, presumably. They are thin and lanky and look like a seahorse with spider legs sprouting out from their backside. The most cursed seahorse centaur you could imagine.

“Guess you’re up first, buddy.” Gabriel moves his fingers, changing the setting of the arm. “Let’s start with something nonlethal.”

The monster charges and Gabe intercepts — all he has to do is block a straightforward headbutt — and as he makes contact, the creature is electrocuted. Dead.

“Right, you are covered in water.” Gabriel frowns, not that anyone could tell underneath the bird mask of his. “I guess it’s all lethal?”

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Aiko