[Faith Glazier]

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[attr="class","text-area"]The city was alive with the active nightlife, club music spilling out into the streets, neon lights blocking out the stars. The hustle and the bustle of the city had almost completely eclipsed nature in this part of the city. [break][break]

And yet, it was just perfect for her. [break][break]

A long sigh would slip from their lips as they dangled their legs across the rooftop, looking down at the street a few stories below. Everyone else would keep going about their days, they all had places to be, sights to see. And hand slowly stretched out, looking at the way the lights of the city reflected and refracted through their glass skin. Sometimes it was a little mesmerizing, just watching it all. But tonight, they had one single goal. [break][break]

To feel alive. They didn't need anything else. [break][break]

Standing up to their feet, they'd adjust their dark clothing for a moment, pulling their hood up above their head. Hoisting their mostly empty backpack up onto their shoulders and tightening the straps, it was time to go. [break][break]

She had just watched the owners of a specific, fourth floor apartment walk out the front doors of the building. It seemed by the way they were dressed, they were going to some fancy night out. A good time as any to make her move. They had a large window that led to a small balcony, breaking in would be painfully easy. [break][break]

Unaware if she had any watching eyes, she'd quickly jump across the rooftop to the building next to it, and then leaped straight over towards the apartment building. Grabbing at the edge of the balconies, she'd lift herself up over and over until she'd made it to her target. She was usually in and out pretty quickly that being seen never mattered, but some part of her was always secretly hoping for a bit of a chase.[break][break]

A wide grin formed on their lips, behind the scarf pulled up overtop their face. Faith then whispered to herself, heart pounding away. "Alright, it's showtime." [break][break]

[attr="class","ooc-area"]Open Thread — tag1, tag2

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[Rui Matsui]

On nights like these she loved nothing more than to drink and torment people. She had already been a nuisance today and gotten kicked out of several, so for once she tried something new. She always surrounded herself with people, so much so that she hardly ever had any time alone anymore. Now she was standing on a rooftop, staring up at the light polluted night sky while clutching a half-empty bottle of vodka. She wasn't entirely sure how she got up here, a mix of her parkour and quirk with the alcohol perhaps? Taking another sip, she looked around her. There was no one else up here. It only made sense, this wasn't a place many people could access without a quirk that could do vertical traversal. She knew this because when she tried the door to the stairs it was locked from the inside.

Finishing her bottle, she tossed it over the edge as hard as she could, which wasn't very far, and watched it plummet and disappear onto the streets below. ''That's a long way down.'' She muttered, slipping when she tried to step away, causing her to lose her footing and fall off the roof. With a sickening thud she landed on the balcony of the apartment Faith was trying to break into. Her body lay there, limp and lifeless for a few seconds until her quirk kicked into gear. Any bones that were broken healed themselves in an instant. She also notably, did not spill a single drop of blood. Sitting up with a groan she stretched her arms above her head, pausing when she noticed Faith. She was still a little dazed and not entirely sure what was going on, but gave a casual shrug. ''Okay yeah, hi.'' She stood up and dusted herself off. ''I'm not gonna kill you.'' A phrase she had gotten all too used to repeating to stop people from running away from her. ''Hey, do you have any snacks, bestie?''

Faith Glazier

[Faith Glazier]

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[attr="class","text-area"]Her bare hand had just reached out to touch the sliding glass door, watching it practically merge with her flesh as she absorbed the mass into her arm and swiftly shifted it down into her core. She was just grinning to herself, delighted by finally having an oppurtunity to utilize her quirk when she was rather unceremoniously surprised by an falling guest. [break][break]

With a panicked jump, she quickly rolled in through the small hole she had made, not having nearly enough time to absorb the whole door before she was caught off guard. She just turned back and stared, looking at the poor thin corpse with a frown on her face. [break][break]

What a terrible way to go, but what kind of coincidence was this- Huh? [break][break]

Faith blinked in surprise as the person's body seemed to repair itself swiftly. What kind of quirk was that? Intrigued, she remained still to hear them speak. Not gonna kill? Were people scared of their looks often? She supposed she could understand, anyone with a very visible quirk was always treated differently. [break][break]

It was just human nature to treat those different to themselves with fear. [break][break]

It was the question of snacks that truly broke her, however. She downright giggled, standing up to her feet as she looked around the room. It seemed a fairly boring Living Room, all things considered. But there was a fairly noticeable video game console, tucked right next to the TV. Jackpot. [break][break]

"I don't got snacks," She'd reply with a soft voice, sounding like it was echoing through a wine glass, vibrating ever so slightly. "But I am pretty sure they do here, if you're so inclined. Come in, I certainly don't mind." [break][break]

[attr="class","ooc-area"]A Guest! — Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

''They do?'' She looked past Faith and into the surrounding room. With her sneaking in through the balcony, Rui was slowly piecing it together. ''Your voice sounds funny.'' She got up and made her way inside as well, immediately climbing onto the living room table as if she was scouting the place out. ''Isn't this illegal, you breaking in here?'' She started plucking unused napkins off the table and giving them a couple of chews before throwing them on the ground. ''I'm just messing with you.'' She grinned wildly. ''I'm Mummy, and I kill people!'' By now she was fully awake, jumping off the table only to fumble her landing by falling on her face. Although the pain didn't bother her at all and she instantly recovered.

Searching every drawer she could get her little hands on the hunt for snacks was underway. Did this person want her to share with them? Hopefully there was enough snacks for the both of them, otherwise they might have to fight for them. ''But my besties call me Rui! And we're besties now!'' Unlike Faith, Rui did nothing to cover up her real identity. She was far too carefree and reckless to try and live a double life. Besides, her real identity had been exposed years ago since the first few times she got arrested.

''Thank you for inviting me in here.'' She started dragging a chair over so she could reach one of the higher shelves. ''I said I wouldn't kill you, and you believed me.'' With some effort she got onto the chair. ''That's totes bestie behavior!'' She turned back to look for the goodies, but paused as her curiosity regarding the stranger won. ''So, what are you doing here anyway?'' She finally found an apple and sat down as she took a big bite out of it. ''You're not the police.'' Even her smooth brain could deduce that much. ''Ooh!'' She cooed excitedly. ''I know, I know! You're here to kill someone! Can I watch? I'm a good watcher.'' She nodded to herself.

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[Faith Glazier]

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[attr="class","text-area"]This was a very strange person indeed, but she was hardly one to be a judge of character. She supposed they'd be leaving a bigger scene at the crime than she typically did, but where was the fun in being flawless and perfect every single time? Wasn't it fun to let loose, slip a little, and just make a mess for the sake of making a mess.[break][break]

It was then she revealed she was a murderer, so casually, and Faith couldn't help but pause right where they were standing. They didn't seem the brightest bulb in the box, but then again, looks and acts could be quite deceiving. [break][break]

And yet, it was odd. She didn't feel threatened. Perhaps she should have coming face to face with a murderer who apparently can't die, but she didn't even slightly. They actually seemed kind of nice, funny even. [break][break]

"Well, Rui." Faith would begin, slowly kneeling down by the television as she unceremoniously began to unplug the game console that had caught her attention. "I regret to inform you, but I am not here for murder, otherwise I would have absolutely invited you." She shoved the console into the backpack, and once again hoisted it up to their shoulders. [break][break]

"You can call me Frost, dear. It's what I go by, at least." She paused for a seconds, torn between continuing to just search the place and communicating with this intriguing stranger. In the end, they won out. She'd shift along into the kitchen as well, casually grabbing an apple as well. "I'm just here for the valuables, dear. Sweet and simple. As much as I can carry, and then off I go."[break][break]

She held up one of her hands, the glass-like skin only growing more obvious as one of her fingers seemed to slowly shift into that of a knife that she began to just carve slices out of the apple with. "If I murder all my targets, then they won't go back out and get new stuff, for me to take when they don't learn their lesson. Besides, the homeowners left for the evening. They won't be back for hours, it would be boring, lying in wait for that long I imagine."[break][break]

Pulling the scarf down, Faith revealed her face for a moment as she just smirked, taking a bite of an apple slice. Completely smooth skin and even slightly transparent. One could even watch them chew and swallow the apple down if they desired. "Dare I ask, are you a paid killer? Or is it something that just naturally comes up?" [break][break]

[attr="class","ooc-area"]A Guest! — Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

''Really?'' She beamed, ''you would? Then invite me next time!'' She insisted, rocking back and forth in her seat as she took another bite. ''I'll invite you too, but sometimes I don't know when it's gonna happen so we just kinda have to hang out.'' Unless they were hired to go on a mission or something of course. One thing was for sure, whoever Frost Bestie was, they were definitely some kind of criminal. Villain? That might be a stretch, but no law abiding citizen just casually snuck into a four story apartment to do a little thievery.

''That's a big backpack.'' She glanced at the backpack in question before looking back to them. ''I bet you can carry a lot in that, Frost Bestie.'' No one had ever called her dear before, but she wasn't about to correct them. Rui was a hard name to remember, she only had it memorized because it was her own name after all! Her attention was immediately grabbed by their skin as she watched in awe. ''How are you doing that with your hand?'' She made the fingers on one of her own hands dance as she asked her question. She opened her mouth to say something, maybe even to try and fire back at them that no, killing people was great, but then the more she thought about it, her new bestie was actually making a ton of sense, so she just quietly closed her mouth again. ''You're pretty.'' She giggled once she pulled her scarf down. ''I don't get it, you look like water even though you're like, solid. And you can do funny things with your hand.'' Lots of things that she couldn't do, but it was clear Frost was a mutation like her fr fr!! ''Paid? Sometimes I guess. I mostly just kill whoever I feel like killing.'' She took another bite out of her apple. ''If they die, they die, bleeders tend to die very quickly and then they stay dead.'' She swallowed the piece of apple she had in her mouth and leaned forward with interest. ''What's it like to be a genius mastermind thief?''

Faith Glazier

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[attr="class","text-area"]Hang out? With a self-admitted casual murderer? She should have been appalled by the idea, turned tail as casually as she could and ran as fast as her legs could have carried her. Anyone reasonable would have probably already, after they first mentioned murder. [break][break]

And yet as these thoughts passed through her mind, she just continued to stand there and swallow another slice of apple without a single worry in the world. She mentally acknowledged how far she was willing to accept, just to have a single friend. [break][break]

But they seemed nice.[break][break]

The praise, the compliments, it was absolutely working for her. It was hard not to smile when they called her pretty, or a genius mastermind thief. Besides, was murder really that bad? Many people probably deserved it anyways. [break][break]

Finally bringing her attention back away from her thoughts, she held her hand back out to allow her new friend to watch as she shifted her whole hand into one large spike, and then back to her normal palm. Fingers slowly waving, the soft creaking of glass on glass filling the air. "It's my quirk, dear. You could slice my hand clean off, and I would regrow it eventually. Not a drop of blood." She paused, only to give a soft smirk. "That is not permission, however, heh."[break][break]

She'd finally step back, glancing about the apartment with a thoughtful expression replacing the smirk. "That said, I wouldn't say I am the best thief, my dear. But I enjoy what I do. It's all about the challenge, you understand?" [break][break]

Faith leaned against the far wall, slowly twirling her fingers as she casually tossed the half-eaten apple into the sink. "I could walk right in the front door of a place, rob it completely blind and leave. I'd be rich, but bored. So, bored. Now, climbing up 12 stories to sneak into the office of some business to steal their computers? Watching them from a distance scramble to figure who did it and how? Swabbing for DNA, searching for fingerprints, only to find absolutely nothing? And then, when they replace the window, do it all over again to mock them?" [break][break]

She visibly shuddered with joy at the thought, an intensely wide smirk spread across her lips as she locked eyes with Rui. "Being chased down the street by some fancy goody two-shoes, only to vanish around the corner, leaping from building to building? Oh, nothing gets my heart beating nearly as fast. It makes me feel-" [break][break]

They'd take a deep breath in, an almost mad look in their eyes that damn-near sparkled with excitement. "Alive." [break][break]

[attr="class","ooc-area"]A Guest! — Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

She watched with big eyes as her new Frost Bestie stuck their hand out and demonstrated their ability again. ''No way that's so cool! What's your favorite shape to transform into?'' Rui clapped her hands together when she did the thing, then turned her hand back to normal, wow!! She could only imagine how useful that was. ''I won't cut you!'' She grinned, but what she was much more interested was what they said moments prior, how they could regrow parts of themselves if they were cut off. She continued to listen to Frost while she raided the fridge, taking out a pot of cold leftovers and eating them with her hand. ''The challenge?'' She understood! Or did she? Was it because Frost wanted to become the best thief ever and wanted to prove it through the challenge?

''Oh, I get it!'' Her eyes lit up. ''It's the thrill, right? That's totes it! It's like, like- I can kill random people on the street, but it doesn't mean anything compared to killing someone important.'' Frost's energy was positively infectious as she spoke, and Rui returned the smirk with her own big smile. This was a bestie that understood, she got it! She knew what this was all about. ''Alive!'' She giggled, ''like right now!'' It was a concept that was as strangely foreign to the little demon as the concept of death. ''You said when you get hurt you can make it go away, right?'' She put the pot of food down and walked over to grab a kitchen knife. ''And you don't bleed at all!'' She was so excited she could hardly contain it, hands shaking as she stuck the knife into her own neck and proceeded to cut her own head off. The skin around Rui's neck came loose like bandages, but there was no blood, no organs, no other internal things that fell out. All she was composed of was skin and bones.

Her head fell to the floor with a thud, rolling to a halt as her body collapsed shortly thereafter. Within a few seconds however, the bandage skin on her body reconnected with the skin of her head, and soon enough her head was reattached, her body completely regenerating from the experience. Her head spun a full 180 degrees before it had finally popped into place. ''I can do it to others too! My besties never die because I'm kind of super mega awesome!'' She put her hands on her hips proudly. ''I don't know about that feeling you said, feeling alive and stuff, but I think I feel similarly I just call it something else.'' She tossed the knife aside and held her arms above her head. ''It's fun! Doing what you want, when you want, it's so much fun!'' She looked around the room, but focused her attention back on Frost. ''Is this the kind of thing you do to feel fun, or feel alive? Is it the same thing every time or do you experiment? I once pulled the pin on a grenade and ran at a hero with it.''

Faith Glazier

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[attr="class","text-area"]"Blades are quite useful, wouldn't you agree?" She'd smile with that same sparkle in her eyes, watching Rui as they spoke in turn. They seemed to understand somewhat, and that was more than enough for her. And yet, before she could respond, Rui stabbed a knife straight into their neck and cut it right off. [break][break]

Faith took a few steps back to avoid the rolling head, stunned for a few seconds. "... Uh-" Before she could comment on the very out of place and unpredicted suicide, it seemed that her body was swiftly reconnecting itself, healing and becoming normal again. This time, it was Faith's turn to be intrigued by their quirk, leaning in and slowly looking over her new friend. It really made her start to to think herself. [break][break]

Could she do that? What would happen if she lost her own head? Would she be able to regrow it? She well and truly didn't know, and hopefully never needed to find out. [break][break]

Once she had finally collected herself again, metaphorically screwing her head back on right, she began to move back over towards the kitchen cabinets. "You understand more than enough. Nobody can control me, I am my own person, doing whatever the hell I please, whenever I want." [break][break]

She'd continue to grin ear to ear as she opened the kitchen cabinets, looking at all the glass cups. "Both, you could say. If you're not having fun being alive, then what the hell are you doing? Something wrong, clearly. I say, do what makes you happy."[break][break]

She reached up to casually grab a glass, holding it in the palm of her hand. Suddenly, it was as if the cup was melting, slowly merging into her bare palm. Faith smirked all over again, chuckling quietly. "And where is the fun in doing the same thing every time, huh? Experimentation is the spice of life. after all. Although, I admit, you're braver than I to explode yourself so casually. I don't quite heal that fast, not yet. But you know what? You are inspiring me to do something new."[break][break]

Faith pauses, humming to herself. She didn't really need much more to steal, right? Just one video game console could carry her for a week or so easily enough. "We can have this chat anywhere, somewhere more comfortable. But right now? I am far more eager to have some kind of different fun tonight. Something you can probably help me with, it feels up your alley." [break][break]

The fingers on her right hand slowly shift into long blades, dragging further and further towards the ground as she uses the absorbed mass to extend them. Her heart pounding away in her chest, she reached up to the nearest wall and just began to puncture straight through the drywall, slicing long slashes downwards. "Let's see how long it takes before the cops are called, and we have to skedaddle, shall we? Just, have some destructive fun?" [break][break]

Faith had never quite done anything like this before, her glass heart pounding faster and faster, but it brought such a smile to her face. [break][break]

[attr="class","ooc-area"]Time to Break Stuff! — Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

''Very!'' She chimed in after her quirk brought her back. ''With blades you can cut stuff, because sharp things are sharp!'' She giggled, hopping back onto her chair. ''That's right, bestie! You get it!'' She cheered, kicking her feet as they dangled over the side of the chair, not even touching the floor. She watched Frost with big, admiring eyes. Stars would practically be sparkling out of them if she was a cartoon character. Not only had she come across a really funny bestie with a power sort of similar to her own, but she was so wise too! She felt like she had climbed the mountain to find the wise monk and now they were just passing out free advice, only she had skipped the mountain climbing part! ''Is that what makes you happy, what you're doing?'' She asked it bluntly, but with a sort of blissful innocence. ''What makes me happy changes from day to day.''

She grinned widely as Frost absorbed the glass in their hand and she quickly got out of her seat to grab a glass herself. Maybe with enough willpower she could absorb glass too? She stared at it really hard, like she was some kind of Esper, before smashing the glass into the floor with her hands, laughing to herself. ''Brave?'' She felt a bit embarrassed getting called by such a fancy word. ''Well yeah, it was just an explosion.'' She smiled shyly. ''I can't get hurt, I only really got hurt one time.'' She walked closer to Frost and shrugged. ''But I'm still here.'' New things? She was immediately onboard! ''What new things? Did you feel inspired by seeing my head come off? I can do it again!'' Despite being a stone cold murderer she asked her questions like an excitable puppy. She could hardly contain her excitement. Fun? What fun? She needed to know! No one liked fun more than her! Well, and maybe her new Frost bestie!

She audibly gasped when Frost cut into the drywall, jumping and clapping her hands together. ''Yes yes!! My quirk isn't destructive, but I don't just kill people, I can kill things too!'' She grabbed the nearby TV remote and tossed it at the flatscreen, causing it to crack. ''Die TV!'' She looked around the room, getting a devious idea as she picked up a nearby vase. Looked expensive, perfect for breaking! ''Frost bestie!'' She called out, waiting for them to turn around and see what she was doing. ''Incoming!'' She tossed the vase at them, expecting them to destroy it before it hit the ground.

Faith Glazier

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[attr="class","text-area"]While Rui felt like she had found a wiseman, Faith was beginning to feel like she had found a bit of a kindred spirit. Perhaps not someone who completely understood, but someone who was more than willing to listen, to understand, and to follow along and simply engage with her. Were they eccentric? Sure, absolutely. But it was almost because of their extreme sides that made Faith trust them more. [break][break]

It was nice to have someone she could bond with again. Even if it was only for this one night. She would make do. [break][break]

When the vase was tossed her way, Faith swiftly twisted, her claw-like glass fingers slashing straight through the vase as it shattered around her. A laugh immediately slipped from her lips as her other hand shifted into similar claws, moving to slice straight down the wood of the cabinets to leave horrific claw marks. [break][break]

"You know what makes me happy?" Faith began, that same mad smile on her face. "New experiences. New friends to-" [break][break]

She paused, hearing movement elsewhere on the floor. It was likely that there were apartments on either side of this one, and the shattering of glass and the breaking of the TV was drawing attention. Normally, this was the time where she would have leaped away, her body tensing up. And yet, she relaxed after a few seconds, just letting out a laugh. [break][break]

"I suppose that's our queue to get to work then, don't you think?" [break][break]

With yet another excited laugh, her heart pounding away furiously inside her chest, she swiftly joined Rui in the living room, her finger blades slicing straight through the couch. Fabric ripped and teared as fluff spilled out the pillows, but it only made her eyes damn near sparkle even more. [break][break]

"As soon as we hear footsteps, it's time to bolt. But until then?" Her right hand slowly shifted again, twisting into that of a giant spiked ball, shifting the extra mass within her body into the weapon. "Destroy everything, just this once. I don't need to come back here, I have better heist spots." With a spin, she'd slam the improvised weapon straight into the nearest wall, leaving a massive gaping hole. [break][break]

However, with the intense impact puncturing the wall, a few spikes cracked, some of the tips even breaking off. She tensed immediately, feeling the pain like getting bits of your flesh being sliced. It was the closest comparison she had to what the average individual might be able to compare with. With a soft hiss that escaped her lips from the slight pain, she pulled her spiked hand back and slowly restored it, patching up the damaged spikes. [break][break]

She didn't say anything about the pain, only immediately slamming the wall again, almost out of revenge this time. [break][break]

[attr="class","ooc-area"]Time to Break Stuff! — Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

Rui laughed and jumped up and down when Frost slashed the vase into bits and pieces like she had hoped she would. In general she was impressed with just how destructive Frost could be. They made it look so effortless, tearing through walls, vases and ruining the expensive couch. It almost made her wish she could do something like that, grow claws and scratch things and stuff! She looked at her new bestie expectantly, listening for the footsteps once she went quiet. ''No one's home!'' Rui shouted back at the footsteps from a neighboring apartment before giggling to herself. ''You're right, bestie!'' She laughed in turn, tearing stuff out of the scratched-up cabinets to either smash on the floor or throw out the window.

Although she loved breaking things, she was almost more excited about watching Frost work. Seeing a new quirk, seeing how someone used it, she couldn't get enough! She simply had to see her beat someone up with those glass powers one of these days! ''You got it! I didn't know you could change your hand that much!'' She chirped, jumping on the ruined couch like she was a rebellious kid. She watched as Frost paused for a moment, but didn't say anything and simply cheered again when she punched the wall again.

''Are you good at running away, bestie? I'm pretty good at it! I've got someone waiting for me down below.'' She pointed down as if to emphasize that down below meant down on street level. ''She's another one of my besties, she can catch us!'' Rui threw a potted plant over the side of the balcony, before turning back to reach a hand out to Frost, asking them to take the leap of faith with her.

Faith Glazier

[Faith Glazier]

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[attr="class","text-area"]"I can do far more than just my hands, friend." Faith replied with a grin to her face, even as her hands swiftly shifted back to normal with a flick of the wrists as the mass shifted internally. It was time to get going, no doubt the police had already been called. [break][break]

It wouldn't be too out there to presume that perhaps even a hero would be on the way. It seemed like there were always a few on the prowl everywhere she went, at least one active in each major district. It would be foolish to presume there wasn't. [break][break]

And yet, the idea of being chased got her heart beating heard inside her chest. [break][break]

"Better than most! What, you already got someone?" Who was this mysterious woman? She was caught off guard for a moment, and the idea of just leaping straight down 4 stories to the ground seemed almost too foolish, even for her. Maybe she wasn't thinking clearly, maybe it didn't really matter. [break][break]

She was doing a lot of stupid things today. [break][break]

"One second!" She swiftly reached towards the rest of the glass door on the balcony, her fingers placing atop the glass. It swiftly seemed to stick to her fingers, only to fuse to her glass skin. Like a sponge soaking up water, the door's mechanics fell apart as she absorbed every ounce of the mass. Shifting it down to her legs, they visibly bulked up as she finally grabbed Rui's hand. [break][break]

"Alright, I-" She stumbled with her words for a second, but found herself meaning what she said next. That trust seemed almost more terrifying than the drop. [break][break]

"I trust you!"
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[attr="class","ooc-area"]Jumping! — Rui Matsui

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[Rui Matsui]

''You should show me sometime! I'll show you all the things my quirk can do too! It's really impressive, and like a lot of things and I learned them all myself!'' In fact, her quirk was the most versatile in all of Japan. She could heal, heal, heal some more and in a pinch she might even heal! Her and Frost had oodles in common. Weird mutation quirk powers, check. They both liked to have fun and they could both walk and breathe air, triple check!! ''I believe it, bestie!'' She grinned, nodding her head aggressively. ''Yeah! Amy! She's waiting for me down below!'' She pointed down at the streets once more before holding her hand out again, still waiting for Frost's answer.

''Woah!'' She exclaimed as Frost just casually ate the glass door with her hand. Could she eat them with her feet too, or her mouth? Rui had so many questions, but no time to ask them. ''That's a good choice, bestie!'' She took Frost's hand and held on as she took a couple of steps back. ''I trust me too!'' She laughed before screaming with excitement as she took the plunge, making sure to hold onto her bestie so that they didn't get separated.

Meanwhile, down below, the red-haired woman Amy was enjoying a cup of instant coffee leaning against the getaway vehicle. Watching people leave their offices to go home for the day she couldn't help but wonder where she would be if she hadn't gotten into all this criminal business. Looking up her eyes widened with horror. ''R-Rui-sama?!'' She tossed her coffee aside and immediately pressed a fist up against her palm to use her quirk. ''Stage 5, UNDEFINED!'' Calling out her quirk's name, a giant tortoise popped into existence from out of thin air, letting out a lazy growl. ''Johnson, catch them!'' Amy ordered, pointing a finger at Rui and Faith. The tortoise looked at the two villains and unless Faith objected, both her and Rui would be snatched up by the tortoise's mouth. It wasn't exactly pleasant inside of Johnson's mouth, but their landing was soft. Rui didn't appear too bothered by it, and was laughing the entire way down. ''Okay, release.'' Amy commanded, the tortoise putting its head down and opening its mouth to let the two villains out. ''See, what did I tell you? We're fine! You did a great job trusting me, bestie!'' Rui beamed, covered in tortoise saliva. Turning around to address her other friend, Rui immediately held her hands out. ''Ooh! Amy!'' Before she could finish her request the woman sighed. ''I know... Stage 1, Undefined.'' And with a small twist of her fist Johnson shrunk into a regular sized tortoise Rui could nestle in her arms.

''You didn't say anything about meeting up with friends.'' Amy looked at Faith a little skeptically.

''That's because I just met them! Frost Bestie this is Amy, Amy, Frost Bestie!'' Rui giggled while caressing the tortoise.

''Hey, sorry. I'm Rui's...''

''Bodyguard!''

''...I was gonna say nanny.''

''What's the difference?''

Amy rolled her eyes and stepped a little closer to Faith, offering a friendly handshake. ''Sorry she's... A lot. We're gonna get out of here before the police surround us.'' She pointed back to the car where Rui was already failing to open the door to the backseat. ''Are you coming with?''

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