[Yanai Yoko]

When she needed to get away from it all she found herself going on walks. At first it was just outside her dorm room, then around campus, but eventually even the safety of UAU became too stuffy. Too many people around, and it was especially tough for her when she wasn't exactly a people person, and still didn't even know if she wanted to be a hero. As far as she was concerned, she had bombed her entrance exam on purpose, but earned a spot at the school through nepotism. Everyone could choose what career path they wanted to pursue, everyone but members of the Yanai family. What made matters worse was that it seemed like Hebiru Yanai, her older sister, seemed to be enjoying her job at UAU and as a pro hero quite a lot.

It was sickening, and on nights like this when it became too much she went for a stroll outside school grounds. Not just to get away, but also because she had found out that there was a convenience store close by. The perfect place to pick up snacks and a pack of cigarettes. All that a short walk from campus. It wasn't uncommon to see UAU students stop by earlier in the day, but that was precisely why Yoko was here now after the Sun had already set. Approaching the store Yoko took out her last cigarette and smoked it out front, savoring the night air as she thought about what snacks to buy. Looking inside she wanted to get a quick head count on the customers, just in case someone like Jun or Kei happened to be shopping. Nerds she wanted to avoid at times like this.

That was when she noticed it.

Masked men wielding guns. She counted them one by one, time slowing to a crawl as she ducked out of sight. One, two, three, four, five... Five gunmen wearing kabuki masks. How bad was her luck? These guys were wielding GUNS! She turned and quickly got out her phone, losing her half-smoked cigarette in the process as it fell to the ground unceremoniously. She had never dialed for the police so fast in her life, her heart racing as she pressed call, only to have her phone kicked out of her hands and stomped on before the call could go through. The man, presumably a sixth masked robber pointed a handgun at her face and squatted down to meet her at eye level. ''Gone and gotten yourself lost, haven't you?'' The armed robber sounded so smug and it was grating on her ears, wanting her to transform all the more, but it wasn't safe. Not only could she not guarantee the safety of any employees, but she wasn't strong enough to just take bullets like it was nothing. ''Get up.'' He demanded, opening the door to the convenience store to let her in.

''There was one more. This is why I always tell you to check the perimeter. This one was about to snitch on us too.'' With his free hand the robber confiscated her umbrella and forced her down on her knees next to the other hostages, none of which she recognized. However, in that moment she could have sworn she saw someone outside. A silhouette, a figure, a shadow. Was it another robber, or a hero? They were so close to campus, surely the heroes were already on the way, right?

''Yanai Yoko.'' The masked man that caught her earlier read aloud from her hero student license. All she could do was glare defiantly and sweat bullets. ''Doesn't that name sound familiar? I think she's from a hero family.'' Said another.

''Yanai... Like that Gorgon. We've caught ourselves some prime bait tonight, boys.'' Bait? Was her and the other hostages bait? For what? For who? She hardly had any time to react before she felt sharp metal stab into her neck, burying deep. In that moment where she struggled to breathe and felt pain assault her senses all she could see was butterfly wings. Then moments later she was back, coughing feverishly on the floor, her hands desperately feeling the place where she was stabbed only to find that there was no wound at all. ''That should secure our escape.'' One of the masked men said, sheathing his knife.

''Now all we have to do is wait for a bigger fish to come along.''

''Hey, it says here that the Yanai kid has a quirk, shouldn't we tie her up?''

''There's no need.'' The man who caught her earlier, and had also just stabbed her in the neck spoke like he was in charge. ''She's just a first year student. Besides, my quirk wins out against transformation type abilities.''

''Big talk from a shithead wearing a lame mask.'' She sneered, causing the robbers to laugh. ''So she does talk!''

The robbers were in position at the convenience store. All that was left was for the threats to reach Farrin O'Rourke.

Earlier that day, whether it was out on a walk or in public, a small centipede would approach Farrin with a simple message that it wrote by contorting and lengthening its own body to degrees it shouldn't be able to. The message read:

''WE HAVE FREJA HELT, COME ALONE TONIGHT OR SHE DIES''

The message specified time and place and didn't give Farrin much time to think. The centipede faded into thin air with the next passing breeze vanishing in an instant.

If he came alone? Perfect. They could skirmish to their hearts' content and find out who Oberon really was. If he didn't? Well, there was a reason they brought a squad of six for this mission, despite the target being a hero student.

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TL;DR: Kabuki gunmen are holding up a convenience store close to UAU. Taking Yoko hostage they decide they can use her as leverage against Farrin O'Rourke, who they are trying to lure out under the false pretenses that they are holding Freja captured.

Farrin

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t was inconceivable—incomprehensible, really. He would go as far as to call it mystifying. Who on earth had the gall to take a student of one of the most prestigious hero academies in the world captive and then use them as bait for another? The author of this grand design was as brazen as they were arrogant, and that arrogance measured to the nth degree.

"Hol' on, Freja," Farrin said, framed in a scowl.

He tried calling his friend, desperate to confirm the nature of the threat, but there was no answer. He hadn't known she was currently flying home to Denmark. As far as he was concerned, this was real. Freja was as capable as they came. Quirk or no, she could swing that bat with all the precision and power Farrin carried in his fists. If they had subdued her, well okay, maybe some small measure of that arrogance had been earned. Just a very small bit. But Farrin was determined. He would not rest until he had rescued his friend.

Indecision stalked Farrin's every move through the day. The clock was ticking, and time was nearly up. All but a few night classes were out, and Farrin finished the bulk of his daily training. He continued on through the night, shadowboxing atop his hill, waiting for an answer to come to him. Ultimately, he called the police, but only just before making his way to the convenience store. He gave the police operator his name, status as a UAU student, and even a plan of attack. He asked that they keep a wide perimeter. Hopefully, Farrin, using the authority inherited by his preliminary license, even if he was stretching it a bit, would see if he could handle the situation. If not, or if they made for an escape, the place would be surrounded if the police went along with his plan and didn't just bring another hero into the mix that was.

With the call made and the time drawing on him, Farrin took off in his hero outfit. The air cracked with each step he took, the sound barrier long ago broken. He kicked off one building, then again off the air itself. The location wasn't far, only seconds away from campus while moving at time-turned speeds. His arrival was marked with a thunderous boom that rang across the skies. Then he landed.

A nonchalant entrance, Farrin walked right in. Six marks, a few visible hostages. Myriad calculations ran through the student's time-turned mind. He could enwrap their firearms, slow the speed of the trigger and ensuing gunpowder ignition, and finally, the bullets' acceleration. But they might have quirks. With six enemies, using the law of averages and modern time's fifty-fifty split between quirked and quirkless, the odds were at least three had quirks. Of course, if they were specialized, members of Ouroboros, or more likely, the Spiders, all six might be armed with quirks.

"Well, lads. Yuh' wanted me. 'ere I am. So, tell me, yuh' rather turn yerselves in now or yuh lookin fer' a trouncin first?" He said with a smirk, "I prefer the former, but I dun' mind the latter if yer keen on it." He needed to get them talking, their focus on him rather than the innocent people kneeling before them.
 

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Yanai Yoko]

Unfortunately even if Freja wanted to pick up the phone and talk to Farrin, she was dealing with her own trouble back in Denmark at the moment. No return calls came, not even a short text.

One of the masked men had tiny centipedes crawl up his arm and whisper something into his ear, just as a loud, thunderous boom sounded to signify Farrin's arrival. ''Seems like our target has arrived.'' Said the man, relaying what his quirk was telling him to the others. ''We could've said as much.'' Answered another guy leaning against the wall behind Yoko. She could only sit back and watch in confusion, her questions piling up by the minutes. Who was their target? Why was she prime bait? And most disturbingly... When had big butterfly antennae grown out of her head and how long had they been there?! Since she got stabbed by that one guy?

''Well, could you tell this? He's not alone.'' Continued the centipede guy passive aggressively. ''That means he's smarter than you gave him credit for, Isamu.''

''Isn't that exciting?'' Chirped Isamu, the guy who had stabbed Yoko as he started to limber up. ''I can't wait to meet him myself.''

As if right on cue, the man of the hour walked in and almost instantly the other five that weren't Isamu took aim at Farrin. ''Now, now everyone. No need for that.'' Isamu reassured his colleagues before turning back to Farrin. ''I'd like to take you up on that trouncing you're so kindly offering.'' He put his hands together softly. ''You see, I'm something of a fan of you.'' He casually removed his mask and tossed it aside, no tricks, no surprise attack, no nothing. For some reason the robber just revealed his identity. ''We've all heard of Farrin O'Rourke. Haven't we team?'' He looked over his shoulder at the others and got a couple of nods. ''Since I know your name it's only fair I introduce myself before our bout. My name is Isamu Kato.'' He bowed theatrically. ''Hired sword by trade, and much like you my favorite way to pass the time is fighting.'' He was making assumptions on that last one, but was comfortable doing so. ''Will any of your friends be joining us? Our duel would get awfully messy if you called them in here. Think of the clean-up that would leave these here employees to do.'' He gestured to the employees and Yoko.

Yoko herself remained confused. She had never seen this man before in her life. Farrin O'Rourke? Was he a student? She thought she might have heard his name said around campus, but she never committed it to memory. Standing up straight, Isamu pulled out his knife, which at second glance seemed comically large to Yoko. Almost like it was a miniature sword where the blade was short, but the hilt itself was bigger. ''I'm not so good with words, this is my preferred method of communication.'' He smiled, before dashing at Farrin so fast that Yoko couldn't even follow his movements. Isamu wasted no time and tried to stab Farrin in the throat immediately. He knew his target was the real deal and had a way to counter such a lethal attack.

It wasn't until the first move had been made that Yoko thought to give Farrin a piece of advice. ''Don't let him stab you! That's his power!''

Outside, atop the gas station a giant centipede sat curled around the rooftop like a territorial dragon, watching the police circle hungrily, but remaining dormant.

SPOILER: Click to show

Name: Isamu Kato
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: User can manipulate the traits of another's quirk to weaken them depending on their quirk type. Can only affect one person at a time, and only be triggered if the user manages to injure their target.


Name: ??? (Gunman #2)
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: User can create centipedes of varying sizes that they can control at will.

Farrin

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arrin's golden stare rolled over the room, eyeing the crooks, the hostages, the many shelves stocked with snacks, groceries, and all manner of goods. There was a definitive lack of Freja Helt. Had they lied? Or was she being held in another location? If he were a crook, he would keep his prime hostage off-site if things didn't go as planned. Always keep an ace up the sleeve and all that. 

"Easier ways ta' get an autograph," Farrin commented when this Isamu Kato mentioned his being a fan. 

Had Farrin's reputation overtaken him in the race off campus? His name had circulated around school, that much he knew, but if villains outside of Ouroboros and the other elites out there, like Freja's Spiders, knew his name, then Oberon's name was growing faster than he was. And this was just the first of such consequences. Consequences that would require his attention later. 

Farrin's hands shot up to intercept. Don't get stabbed - got it - that was already the plan. He would snatch at Imasu's forearm to hold the knife there. If successful, Farrin would immediately draw his right leg up to kick at the crook's ribs three times. He was trying to double the man over-- open up sight lines on the gaggle of goons so he could blast at them with his wrist launchers. Neutralize the threat before they could threaten the other hostages. But, to do that, he needed Imasu out of the way. If the fellow was true to his word, an experienced mercenary and one with a keen eye for combat, that might not be so easy. One step at a time. 

Whether the maneuver saw Imasu fall over or not, Farrin would be quick to follow up, "So, am I ta' take it the lot o' yuh dun' have Freja Helt then?" He asked, drawing back a step. Maybe one more brawn than brains would speak up and tell him what he wanted to know before someone else could silence him.  

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Yanai Yoko]

Wait, wait, wait. What was going on? Had she accidentally walked onto the set of an action movie or something? These guys had mobilized, what six villains? Presumably six quirk users too, all for one UAU student? Whatever business this Farrin O'Rourke had gotten himself involved in she wanted none of it. Unfortunately however, there was no way she could sneak out of here. The other masked men that weren't engaged with Farrin were blocking off every other exit and there was no telling what quirks they might have. Not to mention they were armed. Sure, she could break a window and escape, but could she do all that before getting shot? Next thing she knew this Isamu and Farrin were exchanging blows left and right.

''Oh my! You're quite skilled. ~'' Isamu smiled, seemingly amused by the fact that Farrin managed to stop his knife. He endured the pain as he took one blow to his ribs, but was quick to block the others, trying to grab ahold of Farrin's leg to interrupt the kicking. ''Freja Helt? I haven't the faintest! I've killed countless people, maybe you could help jog my memory a bit?'' He spun his knife arm around to try and nick Farrin on the cheek, any cut, even the smallest one would do. Normally Isamu would target areas that weren't all that lethal to begin with. Most people were willing to trade a cut on the shoulder or arm for a blow against him, not knowing how fatal their mistake would be. Farrin wasn't one of them and even if he was, the boy came equipped in a durable suit. A flashy knight in shining armor!

''Fuck this.'' Yoko muttered to herself, springing up to try and attack the guy that was controlling the giant centipede on the rooftop. However, the second she moved one of the other masked individuals pointed a finger gun at her leg. ''Foul play.'' Once she uttered those words a stone sculpture of an angel with a bow grew out of the masked woman's shoulder, firing an arrow into Yoko's leg causing her to stumble over and bump into a nearby aisle, knocking bags of candy and other snacks onto the floor around her as she writhed. ''Please do try to keep your composure, Yanai-chan.'' The woman demanded calmly, keeping her finger pointed at Yoko, who was silently cursing under her breath and clutching her wound. ''That boy looks scary. Are you sure you've got this Isamu? I could have my 'Correspondent' gobble him right up for you. Would you like that boy?'' The centipede user talked to Farrin like he wasn't in the middle of fighting someone. ''Two against one.''

SPOILER: Click to show

Name: Isamu Kato
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: User can manipulate the traits of another's quirk to weaken them depending on their quirk type. Can only affect one person at a time, and only be triggered if the user manages to injure their target.

Name: ??? (Gunman #2)
Quirk Name: The Correspondents
Quirk Description: User can create centipedes of varying sizes that they can control at will.

Name: ??? (Gunman #3)
Quirk Name: ???
Quirk Description: Her quirk represents the duality between 'hurt and heal'. Saying ''foul play'' let's her fire an arrow that hurts people, while saying ''fair play'' let's her fire an arrow that heals people.

Farrin

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he girl said his quirk was related to the knife. That made the weapon priority one. Chronokinesis possessed no such prerequisites. If Imasu couldn't catch Farrin with the knife, he would have a hand-to-hand combat savant backed by a time-turning quirk to contend with without any equivalent supernatural help. The math was mathing. 

The man caught one of Farrin's kicks, though his arm wrapped around the hero-student's right leg. Even without his quirk, he was skilled. So, Farrin dropped backward. He let himself fall to the floor, drew his left leg toward his chest, and thrust it upward in a hard kick, aiming for center mass. Whether the kick landed or not, Farrin would roll backward, out of Imasu's hold, and leap onto his feet. 

The small barrels of each of Farrin's wrist cannons extended from his glove. He was all lined up and ready to fire. But A yelp and a tumble snatched his attention. Yoko's commotion forced his hand. "Two 'gainst one, might almost be fair fer yuh," he snickered, adjusting his aim and firing one stun round at the woman shouldering the stone angel and another at the centipede speaker.

Farrin then turned his attention on Imasu, but the loudmouth wasn't without skill, there was a fair chance he was already closing the distance. Whether or not that was the case, Farrin would fire an adhesive round for the villain's feet. The adhesives would explode into a blue goo that proved quite difficult for most to escape from. With some luck, he would take out who he assumed was the ringleader early. After that, this could quickly become a mop-up operation.  

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Yanai Yoko]

Isamu let out a grunt as Farrin kicked him back. Despite the blows Farrin were landing, the smile couldn't be wiped from Isamu's face as he seemed to enjoy himself the same way one would while sparring with an old friend. ''Quick thinking, Farrin O'Rourke!'' He praised his opponent while holding a hand over the spot where he was kicked. The hero student had put some distance between them now, but what was the worst he could do with it, retort? Panic? He wasn't exactly a pro, so the odds that he-

Uh oh, he was taking aim at his comrades. Ah well, what could he do? The important part was that it looked like Farrin was having fun too.

The guy controlling the centipede quickly ducked for cover, avoiding the stun round altogether while crying out. ''Holy shit Isamu, I thought you said you could handle him!'' Meanwhile, the woman barely moved from her spot, but simply grabbed one of her nearest allies to use as a meat shield, much to their dismay. ''OW! Damn it! Why me?!'' They protested after they got shocked and dropped to their knees. ''Sorry, you're too slow.'' She said coldly, the angel on her shoulder disappearing as she lifted her other arm to take aim, this time at Isamu.

Yoko was seeing all this and trying to piece it all together as the events played out around her at lightning speed. She had never been in a combat situation before, not a real one anyway, only this simulated school ones, but they were nothing like this. Her leg was in horrible pain where she had been shot, but she wasn't bleeding or anything, in fact, it felt more like a strong phantom pain the longer she let it linger. With some effort, she could probably stand up again and help the other student.

Meanwhile, Isamu immediately swung his knife at Farrin, hoping to catch him while he was shooting at his friends. Unfortunately, his momentum was halted by the adhesive round. ''No shit, you came prepared didn't you?'' Isamu grinned, looking down at his feet, pretending to be surprised while he fished out a hidden razor blade, tossing it at Farrin trying to cut him on the cheek. ''Isamu, heads up.'' The woman said, before uttering the phrase. ''Fair play.'' Another angel statue grew out of her other shoulder, taking aim at and firing at Isamu, but before the arrow could hit him, Yoko sprung up to try and help Farrin, just in time to get shot down by another arrow, sending her flying across the store past the dueling Isamu and Farrin.

Strangely though, it felt as if her injuries were healing... ''Hey idiot! Are you okay?'' She called out for Farrin, unsure of whether she should get up from the cover she had landed behind.

Farrin

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 grade marks, or somewhere close. Farrin's plan was entirely successful. He escaped Imasu's grasp and landed a solid blow, but both his chosen targets were unharmed, even if one's safety came at the cost of her ally. What was more curious was her following actions. Her little angel took aim- at Imasu. A multifaceted quirk? 

With Farrin's time-turned senses, he could shoot the arrow right out of the air at this range. He wasn't the best shot, but things moved slowly in his eyes, and this was relatively close range. So, Farrin led the target. His wrist lined up the shot. He would take it right out of the air, only for the girl attacked earlier to spring up and take the hit for Imasu before Farrin ever fired. Did she mean to, or had she been trying to attack Imasu from behind? Either way, time was running short.

Quirks were nigh-infinite in effect. What proved beneficial for one person might be a detriment to another. She might need help. "Dammit," Farrin cranked up the temporal power, ready to speed over to her. Then the knife spun by. Farrin dipped backward. A miss, right? In the eyes of all those watching, it was clearly a miss. But it wasn't. A wound barely deep enough to bleed, it hardly nicked his cheek as it passed, but hardly nicked was still nicked. 

Farrin's gaze fixed on Imasu, and he charged with a hard right jab aimed at the man's jaw. He had to take him out before his quirk became involved in the fight. If he hadn't been so focused, he might have had the perfect gesture for the girl throwing insults his way while he was trying to protect her. 

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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