[Zipper]

Zipper didn’t know.

To her, beaches were harmless. The warmth embrace of the Sun spoke to a softer tomorrow, everyone bathing in it as they took reprieve their monotonous work lives. No one said it — hell, they might not have realized it — but their souls had been worn by work and obligation. Even people like Zipper, workaholics in the prime of their youth, the most ambitious types, succumbed to the rhythm of the waves as they crashed along the shore.

Little did she realize, little did anyone realize, the harmonious marching underneath. They stomped in unison, until their warped, chitin heads poked out from the ground. Someone screamed and they disappeared into the water.

War.

Creatures from down below were waging war on humanity. It was hard to see this as anything other than a side-effect of quirks. Zipper stood there, terrified, as people ran in terror. Bags in hand, she a large crustacean with crab-like claws scuttled over to her. The disparity in their size was evergrowing as he cut the distance between them.

Zipper looked up. Gulped.

“D-don’t...” She choked on her words and flinched.

The creature swung.

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roadhog

[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

A distant engine roared, rumbling the sand beneath this school girls feet, tires screeching across pavement sounding off the entrance of mayhem to the field.

"Yahooooo!" cackled a fur clad freak, motor-mounted flying through the air, having jumped the embankment bordering the beach and come careening down onto this crustaceous cretin, the full weight of the man and the bike aiming to flatten the monster, rubber burning as it spun against its shell, kicking the throttle even now. "Looks like we're having a crab boil tonight, motherfuckers!" he shouted over the roaring engine of his bike, tongue hanging out and fanged maw agape.

On one of his usual rides around town, a particular scent had caught his nostrils. Sure the smell of fishy funk was common place in this shit hole of a city, these folks loved their sea food, but this was particularly rank. Something was up, something out of the ordinary. Possibly something particularly fun. It looks like he came just in time for the action too. Nothing could have prepared him for what he came to see, an army of fishmen that came from the sea. He was JUST thinking it was about time to grab something to eat. He had to give it to them, as shitty as this city could be, Tokyo never stopped being interesting.

[Zipper]

Splat!

All of the sharp, jagged pieces of the shell missed her body — there wasn’t a cut on her. There was, however, an excessive amount of blood and fish guts. It smelled awful. But the fear keeping her still, the same fear that kept her from collapsing, prevented panic. She opened up a single eye and looked at what had happened.

Anyone else might have panicked at the site, but with her mind shutting down she was able to observe what had happened. This stranger saved her life, with a motorcycle to boot, and looked to be having the time of their life. If they had wanted to, they could have crushed her alongside the monster. But they didn’t… was it on purpose?

“I’m Zipper,” She sticks out her hand, fish guts and all. “Thank you for saving me, Miss…?”

She presumed Miss. Hyenas ran on matriarchies. A strong, independent hyena such as her was likely a woman, even if her voice said otherwise.

“Behind you!” She ducks before she can shake their hand, another monster swinging its large pincer in a horizontal arc toward Roadhog’s chest. “Did you contact the rest of your agency?”

Poor, sweet fool.

Zipper thought this a hero with all her heart. After all, heroes were the ones who saved people, right? And without a second thought, she pulled out her phone and started calling the police. The more the merrier. With the horde of creatures breaching the shore, a single hero couldn’t save the day. Even if they had a sick ass bike.

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roadhog

[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

Slamming his fists onto his handlebars, Howie cackled head thrown back. That bastard popped like a water balloon once you got past the shell. His nose stung with the reek of fish guts, enough to make his head swim. If he wasn't having such a good time he might be feeling nauseas. His glee was interrupted by some kid, jutting her hand out to him like this was orientation, to which he stared blankly from behind his welding goggles, curling his lip in confusion to reveal his menacing incisors.

His confusion was quickly replaced with anger as the brat kept yapping. MISS?! Did he look like a god damn miss?! Hopping in the seat of his bike, he jutted out a pointed claw to her, preparing to let her have it, just before another one of those damn sea bugs let him have it. Distracted by this kid, he felt the hammer arm knock him clean off of his bike, tumbling backward into the sand with the breath nearly knocked out of his lungs. "You mother... watch the bike, jackass!" He hissed through bared teeth, leaping forward on all fours, tackling himself into the assailant, barreling it into the sand and clattering his claws against it, chipping bits of exoskeleton off before realizing his normal methods might not be as useful to these armored freaks. Hooking his clawed grip against the fish freak, he attempted to hurl him away from the girl, but most importantly his bike. Heaving his steed up off of the sand, he brushed off the dust and shook his head angrily, before hopping back on.

Finally as if coming to a boiling point, Howie erupted on this girl, baring his teeth as he shouted, "DO I LOOK LIKE A GOD DAMN HERO, KID?! I'm here to kick some ass, not save little brats like you, get the fuck out of the way before you get flattened."

Yanking the throttle, he revved his engine back to life, sending sand flying from his back tire to spew all over the disrespectful little shit, before speeding directly toward the fiend that had knocked him down just moments earlier, popping a wheelie before slamming himself down on top of it, bringing down the hammer once again.

[Zipper]

Nevermind.

They were a monster.

A different kind of monster, but the same kind of unhinged frivolity that threatened the very fabric of heroism. The only solace in meeting him was that her life had been saved and the confirmation that someone like this wasn’t a hero. Not only that, but they’d never be a hero, either. There were some with the same mindset but ambitious for money or status. Those were the few, rarer breeds that she might denote worse than this woman in front of her.

Sand blasts her in the face, she falls to the ground. And becomes a target for another one of these sea creatures who have no interest in anything other than a free, easy meal. Zipper’s not too afraid, she can make a run for it, but that’s when she notices…

Her hat.

The sand that blasted her also blasted her hat away.

“Wait, I need that…” She looks up at the giant grab claw aiming to slam down on her again and grits her teeth. “Am I going to die here? Like this?”

She grabs her jacket and pockets the zipper. If this hyena really isn’t going to help, then she only has one chance to make it out of here. Once chance to get that hat of hers…

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roadhog

[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

Glancing over his shoulder, through the glint of his welding goggles, he saw her once again, rolling around on her back in the sand while some monster was trying to smash her to bits. Gritting his teeth, Howie tapped his thumb against the throttle anxiously, before grumbling audibly and spinning his front wheel back around, hurling sand in his wake as he revv'd his way back to the little bastard. Coming up behind the crustaceous creature attempting to assail her, he road up its back like a ramp until it collapsed under his weight in a crunchy mess beneath him, extending out his claws and scooping up the kid by grabbing hold of her collar, slinging her up off of the sand and right onto backmost portion of the bike seat.

"You are a fish magnet, kid, you got seaweed in your pocket or something?! Mama didn't teach you how to fight back?! Christ!" 

Revving up the engine, Howie sat for a moment now with her, her hat close by, threatening to blow further away by the second, the sea breeze catching its edges here and there.

[Zipper]

Saved again.

And this time, Zipper was dragged onto the motorcycle — they probably didn’t even have a license for this! Thank god, she wouldn’t be an accomplice. If anything, she was a victim not only to these demented sea creatures waging war on the shore but to this hyena who sought to break every rule society established.

There was still, however, a nugget of good in him. He didn’t come here to save her, but this was the second time he had done it. It was a piece of him that Zipper couldn’t ignore — when it came down to it, he had the heart of one. Even if he had the ethics of an apolitical collegiate.

“My hat!” She calls out. It’s close by, but not for long.

Once she expresses interest in it, a six-foot cephalopod yoinks it off the ground and tries it on. It looks in the water’s reflection and loves the way it looks.

“Hey!” Zipper is yelling, ignoring Howie. “Give it back!”

It’s hard to hear her over the moaning sea creatures and their horrid gurgles as they start to surround the motorcycle. Meanwhile, the octopus scurries off, wanting to leave before those hellish wheels trample over him.

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roadhog

[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

Howie curled his lip in a grimace at her whining about her damn hat, growling at her in frustration, "It's just a damn hat kid, you got a death wish or something?!"

As they argued, the squid kid scurried further away with the girls hat, and his buddies were closing in on them. With a yank on the throttle, the back wheel spun in the sand, Howie hooking the handlebars to the right and beginning to send the bike into a tailspin, slinging sand around them as he skidded in a doughnut to give them a window to escape, before gunning it straight for one of the distracted monsters, aiming to plow through it and continue on out of the fishman dogpile and onto the beach, barreling on after the tentacled thief now donning this brats hat. Anything to shut her up!

[Zipper]

It didn’t matter how many bodies he ran through, Zipper had lost her hat. Unlike the rest of the creatures, mowed down one by one by the machine — two hellish wheels drenched in blood, desperately grabbing onto granules of sand to grip on to — the thief had what they wanted. Like actual octopuses, this creature was smarter than the rest of its comrades. If this were a war against humanity, then while the others focused on violence, this one sought to destroy everything they loved and claim it for their own. The malice was palpable.

The cephalopod dug itself underground, safe from Howie’s wheels. Using the corpses as cover, they lost track of where it was, leaving Zipper with the unrelenting, bitter taste of defeat in her mouth. She looked away from the fish guts and spoke just loud enough to be heard over the roaring engine.

“Let’s just leave…” Despite what Howie said, he tried his best. And regardless of how well-intentioned he was, Zipper couldn’t see him as anything but a knock-off. Didn’t help she couldn’t keep it to herself either. “Last thing I need is people seeing me with you…”

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roadhog

[roadhog]

REV IT UP! (Some theme music)

Howie had had enough of this brat. Saved her a few times and yet all she wanted to do was whine and pout. Gritting his teeth and gripping the handlebars on his bike, he decided it was finally time to ditch this bitch. With another rev of the engine, he kicked the front wheel up off of the ground with a wheelie for a moment, before slamming it down and hitting the brakes, catapulting the back wheel up into the air like a bucking bronco, seesawing this passenger into the air and launching her off into the beach beast parade. With a cackle, Howie watched her get flung, cranking the throttle a few times and offering her one last clawed middle finger, before speeding off back toward the city streets up the embankment.

"Good luck kid! Enjoying being fish food!"

[Zipper]

A wheelie? Wholly unnecessar— Oof.

Zipper didn’t process what had happened until it was too late. The bike slammed back onto the ground, the brakes skidded against the sand, and her grip gave way to the immense force thrusting her off. She flew in the air and landed on a bed of sand that softened her fall. It hurt like all hell, but she’d be able to get up and walk. She stumbled to her feet only for Howie to stick out his middle finger and cover her in the sand again.

“Vigis are no good scum.” She blows the sand out her face and looks back at the oncoming horde. No hat in sight, no ride to get her to safety… there’s only one option.

Run.

Her feet are heavy, the sand is soft, and she’s not in the slightest bit of shape. Heaving for her last breath, ready to pass out with the monsters on her tail, a tall, lanky student steps onto the beach.

“Keep running,” He says. “I’ll talk to them.”

“What?”

“I said run.”

The monsters are closing in and Zipper runs.

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roadhog

[Fanthes]

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✓ So noble of this brave vigilante to come to her aid!- wait a minute... Great job you two!! And great job Nuo, Zipper is now maxed out on MAWS tokens! [break][break]

+ 75 TOKENS!

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Zipper - 150 // 225[break]
Roadhog - 0 // 75

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Tag: roadhog, Zipper

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