[Rui Matsui]

''Yo yo Yag-yo!'' Rui turned around and threw up devil horns with her hand when she saw Yagyo approaching. ''Riiiight? Now I know all the party people are gonna be here!'' There were so many new friends here that Rui hadn't met yet, but she was glad to see her old friends were notorious enough to get invited too. ''Yakshi!'' She exclaimed happily when Umeko showed up, before letting out a ''Whaaaaat'' in protest when she pulled on her robe and urged her to go inside. ''But my bestie!'' Upon hearing that he would feel better once he stopped holding the door her eyes lit up. ''You will?! That's totes fire, Noxie! Oh- and remember!! If it hurts in your tummy, feel free to call Mummy!'' She giggled as she started going inside with Umeko and Yagyo, waving back at Nox one last time before calling out. ''Bestie bye-bye!'' In English.

There were so many different people around, Rui could hardly keep track, not that she was going to either, not when such pretty lights and voices were talking to them, like something straight out of a sci-fi!! ''Is this a concert or something?'' She looked to both Yagyo and Umeko. Maybe there was some additional information Rui had skipped over! When UnKnown took the stage, Rui applauded her at maximum volume regardless of how loud or silent the rest of the room was.

"Big shots in the industry that has been oppressed for so long. Forced to secret back alley meetings. And isn't that just sad?"

''It is bestie! It's the saddest!'' She chimed in, playing up the sadness in her tone and when she finally exited the stage she called out one last time. ''Wooo!! UnKnown bestie!!!'' Rui couldn't pinpoint it, but somehow, somewhere she felt some kind of terrifying presence. She wasn't going to act on it though, honestly where was she even supposed to start looking with this many people?! ''You know what's really going to spice this party up? Alcohol! Maybe there's food too? Let's look around!'' Now she was the one trying to pull on Umeko and Yagyo to follow her. They were told to mingle? Rui was totes gonna mingle!! Maybe if she was lucky a fight would break out too.

Umeko Matsui
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The mindless dribble and meandering reminded him of middling school dances and awkward small talk at the bar. He had put too much effort to let it go to waste. And while he never fancied himself a leader, he could hog the spotlight when need be.[break][break]

Slowly, he clapped. For now, it’d just be him, but he’d walk around and try to get everyone involved. Once they did — or didn’t — he’d stand on a table in the center of the room, and hold one of his knives like a microphone. [break][break]

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I think we’re all here because we’re tired of talking. We’re tired of navigating a goddamn world that doesn’t work the way we want it. So, enough with the foreplay! Let’s raw dog this fucker and say what’s on our minds, yeah?

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Whaddya say, bestie? Tell us how you’d change the world.

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Rui Matsui ur up :)

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Being short was annoying, like how was she supposed to find all the booze when all these tall people were in the way? Like, come on! Help a woman out! She was starting to grow annoyed that the turn out was so big, but quickly forgot about it when she heard clapping and saw her bestie leading the charge! Without a second thought she would start clapping too, cheering Nox as he climbed on top of the table.

''Yeah! We wanna get drunk!'' She chimed in, talking? Who had time for talking! She stopped and looked at him for a moment, smiling under her facemask before taking the knife and getting on top of the table as well. Holding the knife like a microphone because that's totes what it was!! ''You got it bestie! The heroes totes have it too good! My besties are out here suffering and I'm like, what's the deal with that?'' She pointed out over the crowd at no one in particular. It was just a way to act more dramatic. ''That's why the first thing I want to do is become Prime Minister and enact a 100% sales tax against all the heroes!'' She grinned menacingly under her mask before adding, ''No wait, a 500% sales tax! And we can kill anyone who objects!'' An evil genius for sure! She spun the knife around in one hand and smiled up at Nox before looking back out over the crowd of villains. ''Who's next? How would you change the world?'' To whoever took her offer she would hand them the knife and slide back down from the table.

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(let's hear another villain's perspective!!)

[Ai Yoshiko]

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Well, she had to admit that she did have the perfect setup from CTRL. He had set the stage so well it was that she had to fail spectacularly to not be able to rouse even the smallest crowd. And with how she had even earned a few cheers before and after her speech, she was more than happy. Especially with him confirming it before he'd walk off.[break][break]

Now, the more astute villains in the crowd had probably noticed it. She didn't say much. She hadn't meant to. There were definitely two points to this meeting. Not only was it to set up and get some of the smaller, part time villains excited. The gangs and mobs. Those that were trying to be more organized but also fell prey to petty squabbles. For some of the changes she wanted she needed the true big heads. And getting them all into one room? That was going to be far different. And this was the perfect cover for that as she would have to make sure to recruit all of them into one meeting in a side room. One that's a little ways away to truly talk about real change. Put some weight to words. It was obvious the bigger villains weren't going to be as impressed with the opening speech. But it was going to be the secondary one that she hoped would rally them a little more.[break][break]

While she had origionally planned to go find Demonkun and thank him again for the door and for getting many of the invites out there, she looked over only to find out that he was trying to start getting a mini event going. One that might have other people she hadn't planned on bringing into the conversation talking. Which she found interesting, but there were still people that she found rather interesting, even if she didn't know who they were. Spotting someone wearing what seemed like a big costume as she'd find that rather interesting, hopping over and just interjecting herself in whatever they were doing as she'd ask. "That's super neat having that big costume! How'd you get that idea and whats your name?" She'd ask in quick succession.[break][break]

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No volunteers? Not a problem!

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Nox grabs the knife from Mummy and tosses it to... that guy![break][break]

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Taro Yamada :)

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[Taro Yamada]

GAME ON!

HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ▱ ▱ 75/100

You know, there were few things Taro found uninteresting. He was seeing the world for the first time after all, and after being trapped in what was essentially a box for the past twenty some years there were new things to see everyday. As he talked to the other patrons at the event though, he couldn't help but think there just... wasn't much to do here.

And a character's only idle when the player's not playing the game.

Though he was surprised when the talking? Knife? Got to him. Were microphones expensive? He never had to buy anything so.

Taro caught the knife from the fellow blue - da ba dee da ba di - man before mimicking his actions, which was to hop up on a table as well. "Change the world? Wouldn't I need access to it first?" He sat cross-legged on the surface then, makeshift mic hung over him from his tail like a very sharp piece of mistletoe. "I'd probably make breaking shit legal. There's a lot of useless things no one cares about, so why is disposing them against the law?" Unbeknownst to most is the fact that Taro found many things to lack a use if he can't use it. Like microwaves. Abandoned houses. Cars that he doesn't own.

That seemed to struck a cord with someone in the crowd though, because before Taro knew it, his face exploded into static.

Once the glitches have settled and the digital entity was in one piece again, there was a new addition to his physique. A handle jutting out of his forehead. He crossed his eyes to look at the item and tapped at it with a finger. "Oop. Reverse unicorn."

The thrower of the second dagger eventually made himself known; a practical skeleton with skin with how thin he was. "THAT WAS FOR SETTING MY HIDEOUT ON FIRE ASSHOLE!" Already the man was pulling six more from his jacket. "YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"

All Taro did in response was blink. "Welp. I'm done talking I guess." Then he tumbled backwards and flipped the table into a barrier as the six knives embedded themselves in it. "Anyone else want a turn?" He'd slide the fake mic along the floor for anyone else to pick it up and speak. Though he wouldn't blame them if the fight that was brewing was a lot more interesting.

₦ØӾ Rui Matsui kanna Kushiki Kioko Umeko Matsui IL Fantasma ctrl Ai Yoshiko CHUCK MCCOY

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No more knives would be launched at the digital devil. The attacker wouldn’t even get to finish his threat. Those closest to him would be able to see him reaching for six more blades, identical to the first; Taro could feel his aim locking into position, his arm reaching back to end his current life; and then the whole room would hear them clattering along the ground, as well as the sound that preceded it. [break][break]

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A lone gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse, shaking it to its core. It tore through the hush of voices just as quickly as it did flesh. The iron scent of blood permeated the room as three of the man’s digits were swiftly separated from the rest of his hand, and without them, the projectiles tumbled out of his grasp. The battle was over before it began. It was a show of force, and a reminder to anyone who wished to follow in that man’s footsteps.[break][break]

Of course, the unsilenced shot was sure to bring a number of eyes to the source. Even the most silent killer couldn’t hide the flash of gunpowder igniting at the squeeze of a trigger. At the rafters, overlooking the measly stage, one could just barely spot the end of a handgun’s barrel, pointed at the maimed man. The moonlight from one of the windows just barely managed to catch it, along with the trail of smoke that escaped from it. [break][break]

“Will that be all?” A pair of blue-eyes peeked from behind the shadows, the full weight of them bearing down on the thug. There was no doubt about it, this was the terrifying presence that haunted the room. It dared him to make another move or say another word. “Good.” Its lips sealed the matter shut with absolute certainty. With that “threat” neutralized, the phantom could finally turn its sights towards the rest of this motley crew.[break][break]

There was no need to announce it, no need to pick up a knife or point any spotlights in its direction. It was this thing’s turn to talk. The way he soundly dispatched of that miscreant, combined with the solemn air of authority it carried itself with made it crystal clear. It had watched on as these criminals squabbled like fools, and now the spirit was here to pass judgment. [break][break]

“Amateurs.” The disgust in the shadow’s words was as apparent as their target. Was this who it was forced to share the air with? “Childish Tax hikes, petty vandalism and infighting.” If Heroes could see this, they would be laughing themselves breathless. “Changing the World?” The question was accompanied by a scoff that could be felt from the back of the room. “Madness. Madness and stupidity.” [break][break]

“I’ve heard enough of your incoherent ramblings.” With words sharper than a knife and more decisive than a guillotine, the crowd could see the shadow on the rafters move towards the light. With the subtle tapping of boots against steel, the faint light would finally reveal who this thing was. “So now you will listen.”[break][break]

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“These are the facts of life.”[break][break]
A tapestry of white bandages covered him from head to toe, fluttering with the breeze that snuck through the open windows. The only thing that lied beneath them were those cold blue-eyes, the glare they shot more powerful than any bullets. On one hand, the smoking gun, and on the other, the hollow jacket, dancing between his fingers.[break][break]
“There will always be a world where law-abiding citizens can lead their lives out in the sun, cowering in fear as they rally behind their saviors.” None could feasibly deny it. They could try, but they would be trampled under the weight of Fantasma’s presence. “No mountain of dead Heroes, policemen or politicians, no matter how high, can bring that foundation down.” Each word that came out of his mouth was spoken with enough knowledge and authority to pass as gospel.[break][break]

“Likewise, no matter what they do, there will always be an underworld, hiding under the cracks of that system, and it will always be confined to these back-alley meetings.” The end of that sentence was coated with a palpable dose of venom, one that was transparently meant for the host. Fortunately for these villains, the truth cuts both ways. One could only imagine how haunting such a prospect was for those on the other side. “It's been that way since before Quirks existed, and no amount of Heroes or laws will bring it down.” Contraband, narcotics, prostitution, gambling, no matter how fast the world progressed, it could never outrun those vices. [break][break]

“To try to change that reality would mean declaring war on Japan. You against one-hundred and twenty-five million.” War against the bottomless pockets of the state, the same one that had gladly burnt an unfathomable amount of money on a single college campus. No matter how you looked at it, the odds were not in their favor. “The weight of both sides of the law would come down on you and you’d be dead before the summer.” After all, how would the yakuza, the triads, or even the Russians react to all these unaligned and unknown freaks attempting to take over their turf? From Fantasma’s experience, they would not look kindly upon this brand of competition. “And no matter what you tell yourselves, the truth is plain to see."[break][break]

“None of you are ready for war.”

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[junko]

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One of those to waltz- or, rather, skate- through the doorway could have passed for a college girl in another life. Perfect, straight black hair, clear skin, big eyes- but she had too many piercings showing,(even with the black leather face mask she was wearing over her mouth), showed too much skin, and wore too much leather to pass for normal. Her feet were bare, but kept off the ground by a set of rotating chains operating as skates as she slid through the doorway backwards, watching the portal change behind her.



"Man. That's wild." She caught the little bit between Nox and his conversational partner, and offered up, "Thanks, blueberry. You do good work."

Mummy, as she introduced herself, was entirely too energetic for what felt like a serious engagement, which felt like a red flag to Junko, who- while casual- was at least taking things seriously. At the very least someone with a sense of urgency was working to get her inside.

There was also a kinda odd fellow up on the roof, waving casually. She wasn't sure what to make of him, but she waved back.

Next after her was some sorta... furry... thing. A costume, sure, but Yag-yo seemed just as weird as Mummy. All energy, no control.

She was pretty sure the hyper elegant domme-y mommy was probably Meliora. She hadn't had any dealings with her, but you only operated outside the law so long before rumors of THE Black Arms connection came up.

But then.

Things got real.

Junko couldn't help herself. As her spine rattled, so too did Junko herself, albeit quietly. All that exposed skin disappeared under coils of tightly linked chain, emerging as if makeshift seals on some sort of devil beneath their bindings. So, too, did heavy chains roll out across her knuckles, though she didn't make a move on anyone. She was just visibly unsettled and trying to do what she could to be ready for shit if and when it went down har-

The lights went out, and it was all Junko could do to resist the urge to bolt for the door. This was exactly how some shady-ass cops would start a raid and open fire, kill visiblity, trap their targets- fish in a barrel. FUCK! She'd been dumb as shit to come out for such a shady...

Oh.

She was, to be blunt, more surprised that so many people brought their cell phones. That'd be a hella easy way to get identified. Wouldn't even need a quirk, though it sure seemed like one was in play. Awkward.

The followup was... strange. The girl seemed... well, she seemed a lot like a straight-laced version of Junko herself. She wasn't sure what the fuck to make of that, so she didn't try. That way lay madness. Best to assume she must be just as bad a bitch as anyone else here might be.

A couple people got up to make speeches, little ones, in following, which felt... anticlimactic after everything else. A couple blathers about tax hikes on heroes, whatever the fuck a hero tax would be; someone proposing making breaking things legal? And then someone tried to axe that guy, and got half his fingers amputated with one loud bullet.

Which brings us to the now.

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"Speak for yourself!"

Junko raised her voice and shouted at the much more mummy-like guy on stage. "War doesn't wait for you to be ready. Maybe the rest of these jabronis have the liberty to fuck around and wish breaking shit was legal, or stick it to the man by becoming the man- for some of us, the war already started."

The street punk kept going. She wasn't close to out of steam as she turned here and there to direct her words at the crowd of ne'er-do-wells. "Y'all are pissed at heroes for the wrong goddamn reasons. From the sound of it, the extent of their impact on Y'ALL'S lives is cramping your best villain life." The words dripped off her lips like a toxin. 

"HEROES are a fucking PARAMILITARY OCCUPYING FORCE lined up with the cops to protect the broken-ass status quo that chews up the lower class to feed the fuckers in control. They're here to do exactly what he said," she shouts, pointing at the mummy-ghost-cowboy. "To make sure that reality- the one crushing the literal life of this country into some fucked-up IV drip for the rich and powerful- doesn't change. That's why the cops are here. That's why the heroes are here, doing nothing while people break their backs, or get sick from working and fucking die, or kill themselves because their corporate overlords wanted to bump their quarterly reports or some shit- but absolutely WRECK. YOUR. SHIT if you try to do anything about any of that."

She pivoted on her skates, twisting to face back towards the mummyghost, staring up at him with sincere fury simmering behind her eyes. "I've lost everyone to this fucked up war already. Maybe I'm not ready but I don't see as I got a choice but to fight anyway. You got a better idea?"

[Revision]

Kamiya Nadeshiko I shall subvert this unwanted reality and replace it with one of my own design

i am revision, the failsafe Until the gunshot rang out in the room, she had remained silent, sequestered away in the back and away from the rest. Dubious about the meeting from the beginning, but obligated to see it out. Skeptical about the others that had come and joined, but willing to hear them out because of necessity. But that gunshot, it roused her.  She stepped out of the shadows in the back, posture slouched slightly, hands stuffed into the pocket of her coat, and head tipped slightly askew as if it was too much of a pain to hold aloft. There wasn't much to her, but one thing stuck out due to its bright silver lettering down her left leg:  REVISION One didn't look at her and see a threat, and that suited her well enough, but those with a nose for it would know that this woman is a killer - and a very accomplished one at that. She waited long enough for the strange man with the gun to finish, and for the mouthy girl to brandish her words in response, and then spoke up. "There won't be a war." She let that hang in the air for a moment. "You criticize and you patronize - you speak like you know some truth that is evident only to you, and if that is the case, then it is a useless truth." Revision approached the phantom in bandages with a slow and deliberate gait. "The war you speak of serves no one but those who lust after death, suffering, and destruction. It does not change society for the better, it does not improve society, it merely causes chaos." "Violence will do you no good. It will not lead to any meaningful victory," Revision paused when she felt she had come close enough and turned to the man who had been shot. In the blink of an eye, Revision's influence restored his hand to how it was before he had been injured. He was free to stay, to leave, to do whatever he wished so long as he did not cause further trouble - and if he tried, the full weight of Revision's Samsara would crash down upon him, inverting every movement in upon itself, resetting every action, and leaving him utterly vulnerable before everyone assembled. "If you want to change the world, you need a revolution of ideals. You need to make the current society so unappealing that the masses will turn to anyone able to offer them something better," She turned back to Mr. Phantom. "That is the only war worth fighting, and there's no one here to fight it." She exhaled sharply, as if amused. "Certainly not you."

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BANG![break][break]

A speech. Counterspeech. Further, opposition. Standard affair for people with different ideologies and experiences leading them to presuppose underlying implications that most reflect their perspective — even if that reflection serves primarily as a foil.[break][break]

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Maybe, it's just me. But I heard somethin' different.

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A luxury of paying attention to what was said. More often than not, people heard what they wanted so they could say what they've been dying to only to be ignored by the very kind of person they were. But kids will be kids, eh? They have that youthful fire that withers and fades over time. It was almost inspiring! Let's aim those embers somewhere a bit more flammable...[break][break]

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He seemed anti-war. I think he's proposing an alternative. Before we all get riled up, we should hear what it is.

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Then, if his idea is shit you can grill him. Sound fair?

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[rhea]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you nah

It was about this time that a rather late party had showed up. See, by day and half the night there would be a serpentine-like mutant that had a strange semblance to a famous singer, one that worked hard and did everything in her power to make ends meet. Few would probably recognize this mutant unless any frequented the Oasis Lounge, in which case they might have seen this scaly lady put on a performance that felt modern, and yet had a quality of early twentieth century music. Though it was more likely she waited on their table. Regardless, she would be hardly recognizable as she wore an elegant dress that she no doubt couldn't afford, and more than likely appropriated it through other means. This kind of meeting was not her forte, but she was intrigued by the whole "change the world" thing advertised.

Though the moment she walked in she was sorely disappointed.

What she saw felt more like a rogues gallery than grand sophistication. Granted, this was all her fault for putting her expectations way up in the air. The guy with the bandages, as well as the masked scary looking giant lady, did seem to be of the breed that Rhea was looking for...maybe not to the sophistication she was hoping for, but she was already being too judgmental. She had caught the tail end of what the blue devil was saying, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Anti-war? She wasn't here to sign up for a war, she just wanted to see if she could enlist some help so she could get revenge. And maybe develop a long-term goal.

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[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

A loud GUFRHRHRAH could be heard from somewhere in the devil’s liar. One minute, you’re talking to Player One who’s hanging cool-cat like a bat out of hell off the ceiling; the next, you’re choking on a chicken bake ‘cause you tried to swallow that shit whole. Blue in the face under the mask (ironic, I know) it was a few obnoxiously loud moments of HACKING MY STOMACH OUT before my regeneration eventually reworked my esophagus back under control. Second it happened, I wheezed. Then took another chicken bake and did the hella exact same thing!!

Lotta stuff happened between that time, tho. Knife being tossed around, the enacting of sales tax against all Heroes, ■■■■’s getting stabbed left and right in a brawl. I was hella fine with all of this; my wife could just charge goods on my card and we wouldn’t get taxed!! Gang, it was mad lit when the boss chick with the skates came out and my one and only mentor, too! I hollered loud after she spoke!

“YEAH BUST HIS ASS REVISION!!! I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!” I had no idea what the ■■■■ she was talking about or what he was on about, either. I turned to individuals around me. “You need a ride home? You, or maybe you?” Don’t know what activated it. Felt like there were lotta kids around and I ain’t really want any actual smoke. Didn’t have a brain either, but if I had to sum up my instinctive purpose for being here I’d say it was this: putting psychotic terrorists on my map to murder later and finding like-minded homies. People who were interested in raising up the weak, not for the sake of retribution but for the purpose of living for maybe the first time in their lives. Wouldn’t hurt to find others interested in putting down the real scum of the world, corrupt officials and bad apple Heroes who used their powers against the innocent. I nodded in respect to the Siren as she came in, then yelled back to the crowd. “IF IT’S NOT WAR, WHAT’S YOUR BIG IDEA, BRO?”

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[IL Fantasma]

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The loudest person in the room is the weakest of them all. Tonight was a stark reminder of that fact, both in terms of appearance and volume. The moment the phantom spoke of those who would not see spring’s end, three of these so-called villains rose up to challenge his claim. No speech of his would have proven his point better than they did. Though their demeanors differed, they shared a fatal flaw. Both so set on what ‘ought’ to be, that they could not accept things for what they were. Passion blinded one, hollow wisdom deafened the other. No matter how loud or how verbose, none of their words could move Fantasma. Neither the socioeconomic nor the spiritual had any effect on him. His gaze followed each speaker, as if he could already read their headstones. [break][break]

Before long, the ramblings would overstay their welcome. He gave these children enough time to let their feelings and ideas out, and they had wasted it again. “I cannot count the number of men and women I’ve seen following your ideas to their graves.” His words were not spewed down like venom, nor did they flow like water, they came down from his mouth to the audience with the weight and certainty of a guillotine. Its sentence was aimed equally at both Junko and Kamiya. It was time for a public execution. [break][break]

First, he would address the more passionate of the two. He didn’t need to name her or lift a finger to make that clear. The full weight of those weathered blue eyes bore themselves onto her. A cold chill ran through her chains, as if she were no more than wild game staring down its natural predator. “If you’re so convinced that war has already begun, then let me ask you this, what wins wars?” [break][break]

He did not give her a moment to retort. It would’ve been cruel of him to expect a coherent answer to that question from someone who had never seen a battlefield. “It’s not Quirks, its not willpower, its not strength, its not ambition.” And for a split moment, his eyes shifted towards the girl with silver-blue eyes. A glimpse of what was to come. “And its certainly not ideals.” Like a bullet, the sentence shot itself from his lips using disgust in place of gunpowder. “Its armies.” The answer was shot with the conviction and experience of someone who had spent more years in battlefields than most here had spent in this world.[break][break]

“As you so accurately put it, heroes already have theirs.” Credit where it was due, the girl in chains had seen those glorified night watchmen for what they were. “And this?” His arm gestured to the crowd. “This is no army." No training, no discipline, no chain of command, and no real purpose to tie them together. "Just a group of individuals, waiting to be picked off.” Four of his five bandaged fingers would furl, allowing him to point at those individuals. “One.” First, he would set his sights on the child who dared suggest that ridiculous tax hike. “By.” Then, at the host who believed herself capable of changing the world through bright lights and empty speeches. “One.” And finally, his hand would shift towards the corner of the room, where a silver-eyed serpent had coiled itself in fear. [break][break]

After what must’ve felt like an eternity, the chill would leave Junko’s body. The phantom had nothing more to say to her, for now. It was time to turn his attention towards his other detractor. “As for you, pacifist.” The contempt behind that sentence dwarfed any rebuttal he’d had for either Chainlink or Agony. “You would do well to spend less time posturing, and more time listening. You stunted fool.” There was no other way around it. For all that the girl droned on and on, it had absolutely nothing to do with anything the phantom had said before. He’d met deaf people with more hearing comprehension than her. “Your revolution of ideas is toothless. No real victory has been achieved without violence. It is no more than a baseless fantasy, one I’d expect from a civilian. Perhaps you’d be better served leading that life.” [break][break]

Then, the immortal one, the one who dared support those ideals without a second thought, would be unlucky enough to be the recipient of his gaze. “By all means, follow her.” An open palm would invite the undead to see where Revision’s ideals led. “You too can preach about improving society as law enforcement culls us by the dozen.”[break][break]

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Three people had risen up against him, and each were met with a cold and uncompromising rebuttal. He had disarmed his critics, but the phantom could tell that wasn’t enough. “You may not be ready for war, but it doesn’t mean you have to stay that way.” He could hear their questions and feel their expectant gazes. “The girl is right, Heroes will not wait until you're ready to bust down your doors.” They didn’t need promises, they didn’t need someone tearing down their foolish ideas. They needed direction. They were tired of hearing what they shouldn't or couldn't do. It was time to show them what they could make of the harsh world around them. "Here's the 'Big Idea'."[break][break]

"If you wish to stand a chance against the Japanese government, then you best have an empire of your own at your back. And this is how you build it."[break][break]

“Gather up an army, and find someone fit to lead it. Someone with experience and purpose. Someone who can unite your group under a common cause and bridge whatever stands between you.” With well-practiced precision, the ghost’s heels would click together as his entire posture shot up, like a soldier standing at attention. “Stay under the radar and amass strength. Sharpen your weapons, strengthen your Quirks, expand your arsenals. There are a number of salesmen willing to assist you. For a price.” Once more, his eyes would shift towards the silver-haired woman. She could thank him for the advertisement later. “Finally, you expand. Not by burning the Heroes to the ground, not yet. Carve out your territory, establish a network, and begin to build from there. You’ll find the underworld has enough riches to go around. Only then will you have a chance of winning”[break][break]

“If you prove yourself useful, you’ll hear from me in the coming days.” With his address given out to the public and all the criminals of the country assessed, the phantom had already gotten what he came for. He had no reason to stick around and listen to more of these so-called villains rambling against common sense. His feet began to tap against the rafters as he began to walk away, until they didn’t. “As for the rest of you…” His figure would vanish into the shadows, perhaps never to be seen again in this warehouse.[break][break]

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[Rui Matsui]

Okay so there was no alcohol but Rui was still having a ton of fun! Not like anyone could stop her from hitting up the bar after this whole thing anyway. Who knew? Maybe she could convince a few people to come with her. “Yeah bestie! We wanna break things!” She shouted in support of Taro’s proposal. When his face exploded into static, she paused, holding her breath as if she was watching a magician in action before applauding the reverse unicorn horn, whatever that was. “Is that a fight?” She grinned widely, excited to see her bestie square off against some dude with knives.

Of course the fight didn’t actually get underway, as a shot was fired, much to the amusement of Rui who was pointing and laughing, only quieting down to turn around and see who had actually taken the shot. When the mysterious strong guy asked his first question she stuck a silent thumbs up over her head. Didn’t care if he saw it or not, but he had Rui’s permission to speak. Then he immediately insulted her ideas? Umm hello? Totes rude bestie! “Childish?” She scoffed to herself with her hands on her hips, just quiet enough to make sure she wasn’t going to become the next target dummy.

She tried her best to pay attention, but suddenly they were talking about war and different people were chiming in and saying their piece. It was all well and good but she didn’t know the first thing about war, she just wanted to have fun. Her attention had almost fully drifted, but seeing her bestie Revision out there made her cheer with her arms over her head. “Preach it, bestie!”

“It’s money! Money wins wars!” She shouted, only to let out a “That was totes my second answer!” When her strong bestie finished his hypothetical question. When he pointed directly at her and said one, Rui smiled before cackling to herself as he pointed at her and said one. “The strong bestie said it, you all heard it! Mummy is number one! Heroes suck!”

When he started talking about how they could become ready for this impending war, she was excited for a brief moment, only to become confused again. An empire? How the heck do you build an empire? Thank goodness he clarified. She just had to prove she was totes useful and a winner. Easy! So Rui just had to wait to be contacted! Rui Matsui stays winning and that’s the facts! “Bye bye!” She waved at nowhere in particular as she didn’t see where the spooky strong guy disappeared off to.

“What a show! Is anyone else gonna fight?”

[rhea]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Kushiki Kioko

The bandadged stranger who was center stage sent a shiver down Rhea's spin, even if it was unintended. She didn't directly challenge him, but if the whole 'war' discussion was taking place right before she got there and those three were stupidly advocating for it, then she was glad she wasn't able to chime in. While she never wanted a war, she did want to see all of hero society burn, and while she disagreed with the idea of building an empire she could see merit in amassing and pulling in power...

She'd begin to move through the crowd, staying out of the spotlight as she followed the man's nod towards the silver-haired woman. Out of everyone else in the room, she seemed to be the only person person worth talking to, and she couldn't help but wonder if she knew the bandaged man...at least she hoped. Humming a tune to herself, she'd slip through until finally appearing next to Kioko, setting her hands behind her back. "Not what I was expecting to hear tonight," she says, glancing over to give her a smile. She wasn't going to come right out with what she wanted, not yet. She'd go after the man herself, but with how quickly he disappeared she figured he was done with this meeting.

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