Jul 19, 2024 18:24:17 GMT
Post by Akita Fujimori on Jul 19, 2024 18:24:17 GMT
The journey from villain to supervillain was the same one Akita imagined took students to being pro heroes. You needed the skills and the gear. The quirk was important sometimes, too, but honestly most people got by with not a lot of quirk power and a lot of skills and gear. Akita was the opposite. He had a lot of quirk power and very little in the way of skills and gear. He knew, however, he couldn’t skate by on sheer luck from winning the Quirk lottery forever though. He had little to no talent as a thief, and he knew it. He did however have a lot of illegal money and a way to launder it through one of his mother’s businesses: money that would be used to get a hold of someone more than capable of fixing that little issue.
He sought a simple piece of equipment: a key that would unlock things for him. A lot of the world had moved past purely mechanical defense mechanisms against theft, and a lot of systems nowadays were digital or computerized. A key that could unlock some of these digital systems was going to be more than enough for him in most of his work, he was pretty sure. Besides, he was already thinking about the possibility of using it to free someone from some local jail. They wouldn’t work at important, government facilities but a random precinct in Tokyo with some kid whose Mobbed up dad wanted him out? Sure that’d work there.
The possibilities were enormous. I mean, he was thinking about robbing museums, too. Maybe he could start a rock collection with some random dead empire’s crown jewels.
Right now he waited in some alleyway right next to the place they were gonna rob with a getaway driver for the delivery of such a key. He didn’t know what the creator looked like since most of the interaction was done over the darkweb, but he wore some sunglasses, jeans, and a long-sleeved hoodie. It was a very post-modern Unabomber look, with its colors dim so he would blend in better if he was walking down the street, but in his hoodie pocket was a mask and underneath his clothes was his costume. Akita was a little nervous. He was hoping this wasn’t a set up. Having to kill some pro hero on a sting would suck.
This was a pretty shitty place for a research lab, but apparently they had enough stuff of value inside to have a decent enough security set up to test the key out on. What neither of them knew, though, is that the official records didn’t explain everything about the security system and completely left out that it locks in anyone who accesses the storage area without keying in a second code. Regardless, Akita was pretty sure the fact that this was out where they kept the poors was more than enough to prevent the police or pro heroes from getting here quickly.
Akita had his hands inside of his pockets. He didn’t do well with cold weather, and was dreading winter popping up in a few months. Inside of his pockets were chemical handwarmers, which, at least, kept him and his venom sacs warm. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, a orange juice flavored vape in hand, and took a hit before his hand quickly retreated back into his pocket.
He sought a simple piece of equipment: a key that would unlock things for him. A lot of the world had moved past purely mechanical defense mechanisms against theft, and a lot of systems nowadays were digital or computerized. A key that could unlock some of these digital systems was going to be more than enough for him in most of his work, he was pretty sure. Besides, he was already thinking about the possibility of using it to free someone from some local jail. They wouldn’t work at important, government facilities but a random precinct in Tokyo with some kid whose Mobbed up dad wanted him out? Sure that’d work there.
The possibilities were enormous. I mean, he was thinking about robbing museums, too. Maybe he could start a rock collection with some random dead empire’s crown jewels.
Right now he waited in some alleyway right next to the place they were gonna rob with a getaway driver for the delivery of such a key. He didn’t know what the creator looked like since most of the interaction was done over the darkweb, but he wore some sunglasses, jeans, and a long-sleeved hoodie. It was a very post-modern Unabomber look, with its colors dim so he would blend in better if he was walking down the street, but in his hoodie pocket was a mask and underneath his clothes was his costume. Akita was a little nervous. He was hoping this wasn’t a set up. Having to kill some pro hero on a sting would suck.
This was a pretty shitty place for a research lab, but apparently they had enough stuff of value inside to have a decent enough security set up to test the key out on. What neither of them knew, though, is that the official records didn’t explain everything about the security system and completely left out that it locks in anyone who accesses the storage area without keying in a second code. Regardless, Akita was pretty sure the fact that this was out where they kept the poors was more than enough to prevent the police or pro heroes from getting here quickly.
Akita had his hands inside of his pockets. He didn’t do well with cold weather, and was dreading winter popping up in a few months. Inside of his pockets were chemical handwarmers, which, at least, kept him and his venom sacs warm. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, a orange juice flavored vape in hand, and took a hit before his hand quickly retreated back into his pocket.
