[Elias]

The Bird of Hermes is    my name                       Eat  My   WINGS   TO   KEEP   ME   TAME Olivia Liang

"And that, gentlemen, is our business concluded,” Elias said, closing his briefcase. Satisfaction clung to his lips beneath the mask. This was the summation of his efforts over the last few months. One piece to the coming two-pronged attack.

The Vox Populi, a group of anti-quirk extremists, were now armed with the arsenal of their dreams. Anti-quirk methods existed, but they weren’t the most accessible. Certainly not mass-produced. That was all about to change. Ouroboros wanted to pressure society, to push quirk-kind over the edge and force the best of them to become even better. Darwinism and all that. 

He didn’t cherish standing in the potential crossfire with these sorts, but that’s why Elias called in one of his many favors. Yingshe was still counted among those rather new to Japan's criminal scene, but she showed promise and was quirkless, which meant if the Vox turned the anti-quirk gas on him, she would remain unaffected.

“The Djinn really does come through,” one of the men snickered, “even if it means turning against your own kind.”

A silent pause gripped the warehouse floor, accompanied only by a wafted low tide odor. They weren't far from the bay. And yet, it wasn't the source of the gut-wrenching feeling creeping through the Wish-Maker. 

"Oh, Matthias, my sweet summer child, there are no others of my kind," he emphasized.   

The deal was done. A few parting words, and he could walk away. But that damn gut-wrenching... it was warranted. A lowly hiss grew into a resounding whine. Something was coming. 

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[Olivia Liang]

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]Sitting around as bodyguard duty didn't exactly suit Olivia. Not only did she not trust anyone enough to sit idly in a space like this she also genuinely didn't care about most peoples affairs. If they left her alone she would usually leave them alone...until they had something she wanted.[break][break]

Still after the mess of the heist that she and Elias had gone through recently she did owe him one and he specifically requested she help him with whatever this project was. Sitting on a high perch with her back to the wall she watched him conduct his business, ready to act the second she was needed. Luckily that wasn't the case for now but the sound of footsteps from the departing wasn't the only thing she could hear. Something was off.[break][break]

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[Elias]

The Bird of Hermes is    my name                       Eat  My   WINGS   TO   KEEP   ME   TAME Olivia Liang

And that growing whine grew into booming thunder. The floor shook beneath Elias's feet, but his gaze was firmly locked onto the Vox. Their faces conveyed fear and confusion. Quick glances were shared, eyebrows were raised, and weapons swayed from one side of the room to another. Anxiety was setting in. There was some comfort in that. Whatever was going on, it wasn't their doing. 

"You! What did you do, freak!" Matthias, the man that headed this cell, shouted, glaring at Elias. 

Fear left little room for trust and even less for logic. If Elias had wanted them dead or captured, he would have betrayed the location of their meeting before ever putting himself at risk with his attendance. 

"Let level heads prevail, Matthias. We'll need them for whatever is coming," Elias responded, fixing his owl mask and eyeing the source of the thunderclap. The far wall of the warehouse. 

It struck again with a resounding boom, and the wall collapsed. Dust was kicked into the air, but a few silhouettes imprinted the haze, several individuals rushing into the warehouse. The newest arrivals broke through the veil of smoke and came clear into view. 

"This is Metalmorphos, of the Hero Association! Lay down your arms and surrender!" 

Metalmorphos. He was a fairly well-known hero. Very by the book. And at his back was a heavily armed squad of police officers and a few apprentice heroes by the looks of it. Their anonymity would prove a boon, for while Metalmorphos was skilled––his abilities were a known variable. He could conceal parts of his body in metal and even create an extra pair of arms that could launch powerful blasts of some form. 

"Like hell we will!" Matthias shouted. 

The fear was gone from his eyes, and that steadfast resolve spread like wildfire among his men. The Vox opened fire with weapons of various sizes and makes.

Metalmorphos launched two colorful blasts, blowing the incoming fire away, then the police returned fire. Elias leaped aside behind a few crates for cover. Why couldn't things ever be easy?  

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[Olivia Liang]

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]Blah blah blah all these villains were basically comic book characters. Trying to play games and going through power struggles like this wasn't very smart. Everyone was after the same thing and everyone she knew wasn't afraid to kill each other. Was it really that worth it to puff out your chest?[break][break]

Apparently so, since the fighting began with a loud announcement from a Pro Hero.[break][break]

With a quick stretch she would stand and fire a few shots at the incoming heroes and when the retaliation came she would vault off the back of the stack of crates she was standing on, landing next to Elias. "Let's hope you have a plan."

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[Elias]

The Bird of Hermes is    my name                       Eat  My   WINGS   TO   KEEP   ME   TAME Olivia Liang

"Hope?" Elias snickered, eyeing Olivia as weapons and quirk fire were exchanged around them, "we don't rely on such paltry practices in this business, dear." 

That was a lie. Elias hoped for a lot. He hoped for an easy day left to his hedonistic hobbies. He hoped to feel a burning passion pumping in his heart again, that longing to live life to the fullest rather than cross items off the daily to-do list. He hoped his plots and plans survived first contact with the enemy so he could pursue those former two hopes. But, he couldn't reveal that hope held any place in the Wish-Maker's equations. No, he weaved fate as he saw fit. Just as he did now. 

Red threads crawled along the cold floor and inched toward the creates closest to the center of the room, those he brought to the exchange. The briefcase of cash didn't mean all that much. If anything it was a front, money guised his real motivations. 

Guess it was time to test the product early. 

The threads latched onto the crates and then pulled them apart. A plethora of small, silver cylinders poured out atop the foam that held them in place. "If this works, I might lose the ability to use my quirk," he revealed. "I'd very much like to live, so you're going to have to pull your one hundred ten here!" He spoke a little louder over the bullet fire. 

The red threads wrapped around three cylinders and squeezed their triggers. A deep, green gas spewed out from each side of the cylinders. Instantly, the red threads retreated. Metalmorphos heaved, coughing incessantly, as did his apprentices. Four nearby police officers approached the hero, covering him while he was exposed. 

Elias paused momentarily, then sprinted out from his cover and leaped into an office's open doorway. He knew it was working because he felt it coursing through him now, his strength waning. If what Ouroboros said was true, those caught by high gas concentrations would lose the ability to use their quirk for a brief time. Others who only took a whiff would still see their quirks weakened. He didn't want to be part of either group, so it was Olivia's turn to act. 

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[Olivia Liang]

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]"Okay dude. Then let's go with your plan." Olivia rolled her eyes at Elias. Had she not been here to pay off a debt, this would have been the time to bail. Heck, she was almost tempted to, given that Elias expected her to fight, and if he was going to hide, they'd have problems. [break][break]

An eyebrow raised as Elias began to enact his plan. From the shuffles and cracking open of the crates Olivia was expected some sort of high tech weapon or something that would allow them to escape easier. Given their last experience together it was well within expectations that Elias would be creating some countermeasures but much to her surprise they were just filled with canisters...? "This either better some fancy smoke grenades or you're hiding some gas masks in there." She was already on high alert and if Elias was planning on taking her down with him she wouldn't hesitate to take his head.[break][break]

But the gas that makes someone lose their quirk? She was making a large leap in that it was temporary; otherwise, Elias wouldn't have risked it. It did make sense why he specifically requested her, though; Bakuretsu was another option, but she probably wasn't as useful in a melee unless it involved indiscriminate destruction. [break][break]

The gas being deployed was her cue as she took out a thin tube that extended into a longer staff the blade coming out of the top. Engaging the motor, it would begin to swing, resembling a buzzsaw as Olivia lowered her center of gravity and then kicked off her heels, coming around the corner at full speed. With the quirkers being assaulted by the gas, it was easy to get to the first two; with a quick spin, it would bisect the first one and then flip over the second, decapitating him. Turning the fan towards a third she would kick up the speed of it sending more of the gas towards him before she charged in. Elias didn't specify if there were any allies here so she was free to act on instinct, which meant everyone was going to die before they could get to her.

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