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[attr="class","body"]Kozue couldn't help but yawn, as he stared at the clock across from him. It was just past midnight on a Saturday night, and Kozue was stuck at work. And as much as Kozue had things that he would rather be doing, those things didn't really pay. He needed some sort of stable income, which unfortunately meant him giving up a few nights a week working at a local convivence store. The night had been slow, which wasn't as much as a blessing as it seemed. Everything was stocked, clean and prepped. Nothing to do, but wait for the shift to end. He had maybe an hour left, but at the rate tonight was going, he was going to feel like days.

At the very least, thank god he was hooked up to the speakers. It had taken a week of poking and prodding, but he had built his own adapter to override the store's speaker system. Now, the boring and borderline mind numbing ambience has been replaced with one of Kozue's personal playlists. Currently it was a mixture of alt rock and pop punk. He currently had a few scattered parts sitting on the counter he stood behind. Bits of metal and connected wiring, in the rough shape of a glove, albeit whatever it was was an early prototype for a different idea. But if he was going to get paid to stand here, he might as well spend that time doing something. As much as this job blew, in this quieter moments when it was slow and he could just do his own thing, it was nice.

With a soldering iron in his hand, Kozue worked on the glove's frame, attaching wires into place. His head nodded along to the music, mostly on beat. As the song reached its chorus, Kozue switched off his soldering iron and began to mouth to the words. Squeezing his eyes shut, he raised his hand in the air, and he struck a pose, as the song reached its conclusion. He held the pose for a moment, as the final notes played, as he excelled. Before the sound of the door chime, set him into a state of panic. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be doing other stuff while on the clock. Plus, the whole speaker set up wouldn't do him any favors if a boss saw it. Thinking quickly, Kozue leaned forward over the counter, trying to hide as much of the evidence as he could with his arms, in an awkward lean. He couldn't do anything about the music, but maybe the whoever came in wouldn't notice the change.

Opening his eyes, and looking in the direct of the door, Kozue gave his best customer service smile. "Welcome to Family Mart." Still slumped over the counter, he did his best to ensure everything that might get him in trouble would be mostly covered by his body. At least he was in uniform, so he couldn't get in trouble. Even if it was a customer, an complaints made about his service could get him in trouble. He was already on thin ice from ditching the store to chase a purse snatcher last week. If the boss caught wind of the speaker stealing, he'd probably end up unemployed.

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"Cause I'm a bitch~" High above the streets on the roof of a nearby building a figure was skipping along the edge carelessly, singing along to the electropop blasting from a pair of bulky silver headphones hanging around his neck. "Get in loser for the.. JOYRIDE~" As the song ended, Arc spun on his heel with his back to the edge and tossed his arms out to either side. Closing his eyes, he leaned back and felt the pull of gravity and empty space bellow, followed by the whoosh of wind as he let himself fall.
He dropped through the air and twisted his body like a cat until he was looking down at the ground as it rushed up to meet him, but the emotion on his face was far from what you would call fear. Rather, his crimson eyes seemed to almost glow with excitement and a wide grin was plastered to his face as he fell.

As he came within seconds of hitting the sidewalk, two red wing-like constructs shot out from his lower back and slammed into the ground to catch him midair. However it was so last-minute that as he jerked to a stop, Arc's head snapped forward and collided with the sidewalk. Albeit not as hard as he would have without the wings catching him, it was still hard enough that for a moment, not a single thought would form in his head. The wings then dropped him onto his stomach and after a moment he slowly got to his feet with a grunt.
"You're an absolute dickhead, you know that?" Arc hissed under his breath and touched his forehead gingerly, scowling as it came away bloody. Granted, it wasn't enough that his bangs wouldn't hide it, but that wasn't the point. ~Be grateful, the only reason you're not braindead by now is because I don't want to be trapped in a hospital bed.~ A hiss echoed through his mind as one of the wings stretched up to slap him across the back of the head hard enough to make him stumble. ~Not that you have much brain to begin with...~

Arc swiped the edge of his shirt over his forehead and quickly fixed his bangs before sighing and deciding to just leave it at that. He was too tired to argue with Whisp today, and now he had to deal with a ringing in his ears to top it all off. He gave his head a shake to try and clear it a little before adjusting his headphones and heading up the sidewalk in search of something sweet, the red wings seeming to retract under the back of his shirt and vanish from sight as he paused outside of a convenience store window.

From this angle he could see the man behind the counter inside, and an amused smirk appeared on Arc's face as the man struck a pose, likely thinking he was alone.
"Hah, cute." Arc chuckled and headed into the store with a skip in his step, raising his eyebrow as his ears picked up a rush of movement from the direction of the counter. He pulled his gaze from the shelf of sweets as he passed and looked up towards the till when he heard the usual wage-slave greeting, but then he slowed to a stop, tilting his head to the side slightly and regarding the other man with a look that was half amusement, half really?.
"You must be so glad I'm not your boss, eh?"

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[attr="class","body"]In a moment of panic, with the customer service smile still stuck on his face, Kozue did his best to shuffle everything behind his arms. As he repositioned his arm to hide more of the evidence, he nudged the cash register. Atop sat his phone, somewhat precariously, with what looked to be the rough adapter Kozue had made. The phone lost it's balance due to Kozue's influence. As it began to fall, Kozue reacted, snagging the cord connecting the phone's adapter. The phone came loose, hitting the floor with a smack as Kozue felt a sharp shock from the wire he was holding. "Fuck, shit." Kozue quickly ducked down below the counter, picking up his now cracked phone from the ground.

"Please don't tell him. I do not want to give him reason to start checking cameras." Kozue's head popped up from behind the counter, shuffling a section of his glove project out of the way to make space on the counter in case the customer needed to check out. He glanced at the phone still in his hand, turning it on to make sure it still worked. It did, so he slipped the phone in his pockets, feeling a bit relieved. "Like he already times my bathroom breaks when he's here. Dude's a literal psycho." Kozue looked up, getting a proper look at the customer in front of him. He didn't seem like the type to turn out to be a Karen. By now, the customer service smile on Kozue's face was gone, replaced with a more relaxed one.

Taking a second, Kozue began to clean up the counter, mostly stuffing everything into the bag that he kept behind the counter. Everything aside from his soldering iron and the glove. He still wanted to finish the task he had started, or at least finish connecting everything. In theory, the prototype of the glove was almost done, and he didn't want to waste any progress by haphazardly tossing it into the bag, like he had done with everything else that had been piled on the counter. Most of the junk was bits and pieces, along with old electronics Kozue had salvaged from thrift stores and dumpsters. He didn't have a lot of cash to actually spend on parts, so he had gotten somewhat proficient in scavenging for his own. It had always just been like that for Kozue growing up. A part of his norm.

Glancing up, he noticed the bulky headphone hanging off the customer's neck. Having been a bit distracted during the customer's arrival, he fully hadn't noticed the electropop playing from them. Given the headphones, Kozue felt confident that this person would go about ratting him out. A fellow music fan wouldn't stoop so low to stop someone else from jamming. It was just messed up. "Nice tunes." Kozue added, pointing a finger toward the headphones hanging around the customer's neck.

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Arc watched the employee with an amused expression that was somewhere between a smile and a smirk, almost as if he were struggling not to laugh at the other man's expense. He could sympathize thanks to the part-time gig he used to have working as a server, so he figured the last thing the guy needed was getting laughed at by a punk, as funny as it may be.
"Relax, I ain't a snitch." He reassured the guy as he wandered over to a display of chocolate-bars near the counter and looked them over, raising an eyebrow as the guy mentioned how loco his boss was. Frankly boss-man sounded insufferable. He snatched up two bars and approached the till before placing them on the counter and glancing curiously at the glove. Building things had never been in his cards, but he found it a cool skill regardless.

"Why put up with that if you can build stuff like this?" He asked, pointing to the glove. "There's money in that kinda stuff." He couldn't understand working as a wage-slave if there were other options, but then again it was still better than his job, morally at least. He fished his wallet out of his back-pocket and took out cash before holding it out to Kozue, smirking as he complimented his music.
"Thanks, and likewise," Arc's gaze shifted to the speaker set up before his smirk once more seemed to barely restrain a laugh. "Nice dancing, by the way..."

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Kozue gave a sigh of relief, upon the customers helping further extinguish his fears. Given his recent "infractions" as his boss called him, he was already on thin ice. And the actual leg work of landing a job was super tedious and annoying. But unfortunately, his heroics weren't actually bringing in the money. Not yet anyways. Now, at little more at ease, Kozue quickly finished his soldering, as the customer placed the candy bars atop the counter. Kozue had a steady hand, gained from years of experience. His work was very much a passion project. It didn't matter what exactly he was making, but it was the actual practice of making it that gave Kozue the most. This mindset led to Kozue to pause, a bit baffled by the customer's question.
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Kozue put a lot into whatever he made. Whether it be repairing his mom's broken toaster, or building a new gadget for his vigilante work, Kozue cared a lot for his creations. He poured his heart and soul into everything he worked on. So why would he give those creations away? They were his after all. "Um, I mean. I dunno. I don't wanna start hating it. Working sucks and like, to be honest, I love building shit like this. Like, I'm gonna hate this job no matter what. Why start hating the fun shit?" And besides, he was gonna make it big from his heroics. He didn't care much about the fame, but he could make enough to support himself and his mom. Plus, he would be helping people. His mind was pretty much made up on that.
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"Okay, that'll be 218 yen." Kozue quickly rung in the two chocolate bars, as he still had to do his job. Upon hearing the mention of his dancing, Kozue's face turned bright red. "Please don't remind me. I can get uh, carried away." Glancing at the customer's eyes looking toward the custom audio jack, Kozue quickly added. "That's also one of the reasons I don't want him checking cameras." It was a mostly minor modification, with a bit of rewiring. As long as he was smart when he used it, and took the time to keep it hidden, it wasn't something his boss would notice. If this customer had been a manager, Kozue have been fired for sure.

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"If your work was something you enjoyed that much, why would you hate it to begin with?" Arc countered, genuinely curious about the other guy's perspective. Personally he wished he was good at something he actually enjoyed. The idea of doing something you loved as a job seemed like it would be a good thing, to him at least. Though he supposed other people were typically smart enough to have more options than someone like him in the first place.

As he paid, a mischievous look crossed Arc's features as he noticed Kozue turn red, and he struggled with the sudden impulse to tease him.
"Hey, little more work and you'd be a lady killer with that move." He stifled a grin as he spoke, but he wasn't really lying. If he had learned anything from the women he dealt with, it was that a lot liked men with moves, so long as their personality wasn't shit, anyway. Though Arc had a feeling this kid was too nice to be a dickhead.

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As the customer asked his question, Kozue felt cynical by comparison. The logic made sense in a broad way. If he enjoyed something, it was something he wanted to do a lot. But when he tinkered now, it was because he wanted to. It was his choice. But if working on this kinda stuff was his job, then he lost that freedom. "I don't want to put any pressure on it. Cause then I'll know that if I don't sell or make enough, then I won't eat. I'll linger on it. Like the lack of it being my choice and all just kinda makes it less fun." Kozue expressed himself clearly. This was something he had put a lot of thought into. Because when he failed his first entrance exam, he considered selling things he worked up. But it didn't feel right for a number of reasons. He chose to go in this direction, so he had some pride in the decision.
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Kozue finished the transaction quickly, blushing once there was a mention of him being a lady killer. "No thank you. I ain't looking to kill any ladies. I got enough on my plate already." With his own tinkering, working here, and his late night crime stopping escapades, he was already busy enough. He didn't have time for dating or even most relationships for that matter. The only people he spoke to with any level of frequency was his coworkers and his mom. He didn't more people to lie about where he was or what he was doing.
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With the transaction finished, and Kozue's job officially done he could fix the music. Picking up the adapter that had become disconnected, he plugged it back into his phone. Taking a few seconds to pick a new song in a similar genre as he had been playing, the store would soon fill with the sounds of a song that he had been obsessed lately. While the volume couldn't be too high, it could still be heard, and Kozue was able to hear it wherever he went in the store. So now he didn't have to wear earbuds. It was the necessary of evils.

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A thoughtful look crossed Arc's face as he considered the man's response. It made sense, but it seemed a rather depressing reality to him.
"That makes a lot of sense, rather a shame though you can't make money to live and enjoy what you do." He commented, glancing around casually as if trying to imagine working in a place like this. Personally he couldn't do it. He would likely go mad with boredom during the quiet hours like this. "Still, I can respect it."

"That's rare these days." Arc picked up his chocolate bars and smirked at the man's reply. Granted if more men showed less interest in women, then a lot of the jobs he got wouldn't exist. An alarming amount of his past targets had been men too intent on killing the ladies, and said ladies could be rather scary in return. "You're probably better off though."

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Since he was currently free from his work duties and he was back in control over the music, Kozue was pretty relaxed now. Not enough to start busting another move, but enough to take out a few pieces from his bag to fiddle with. He still needed to work on the frame for the battery pack, which wasn't fully planned out yet. A half smile was present across his face, as he listened to Arc. However, something caught his attention. From the corner of his eye, something moved in a blur just outside the convenience store.
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As the old woman waiting outside the convenience cried out for help, Kozue was already sliding over the counter. The parts he had been fiddling with dropped hastily on the counter. "Dude, can you like watch the store for like a few minutes. I swear I'll be right back." Kozue didn't wait for Arc to respond, as he quickly bolted out the door. His target was the purse-snatcher making a run for it, with the old lady's purse in their hand.
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"Get back here ya stinky dirtbag!" Kozue gave a battle cry as he chased the robber. He lowered his body as he ran, to help cut back on wind resistance. He was determined to give this dude a thrashing. Robbing an old lady right in the open like that? Unforgivable! A beatdown was pretty much necessary. Plus, he could get the purse back for that lady.

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Arc quickly stepped back as the other man slid over the counter and sped for the door, both surprised and also mildly concerned the guy was that trusting of a stranger. After eyeing the register for only a heartbeat, Arc sighed and checked that no one else was inside before jogging to the door. As he stepped out he closed the door behind him, a thin red construct slipping under the door from his ankle and locking it from the inside before he took off to follow the direction Kozue had gone.

Truthfully he was more interested in seeing what happened than stopping the crime itself. He wanted the old lady to get her bag back, sure, but this stuff happened all the time so he was pretty good avoiding it if someone else was willing to help her instead. Currently he was way more curious about the crazy till worker that just booked it from his job after a criminal.

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The robber continued to run, as Kozue gave chase. The distance was shrinking, as the robber struggled to try and duck and weave the furious part time worker. The crook moved through the crowd, and tried to duck into an alley. But Kozue was an experienced bad guy chaser, and was able to follow. Kozue turned the corner, and dug deep, putting even more power into his mad dash. Kozue's right arm began to glow with a faint red light, and the corresponding sleeve began to caught fire, burning away to reveal the arm. The distance shrank even quicker, and before the crook could make it out the other end of the alley, Kozue was right on him.
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"Hey shithead." Kozue gave a taunt, with a wicked grin on his face, as he fired off a punch square into the back of the crook. Kozue's fist burned a hole through the man's shirt, leaving a fist shaped mark, as the man hit the ground hard. Kozue skidded to a stop, as the heat faded from his arm. Snagging the purse, Kozue taunted the man again, giving him a quick kick to the ribs. "Next time, don't steal from an old lady. You're lucky I'm on the clock, or I'd really kick your sorry ass." He was breathing heavy by this point, but there was still a shit eating grin plastered on the cashier's face.
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With the purse in hand, Kozue began to make his way back to the shop, moving at a brisk pace. Not a full dash, but not exactly walking either. However, once he saw Arc, he'd panic a bit. "Shit, please tell me you blocked the door or something. If we get robbed again while I'm off doing something, I'm definitely gonna get fired." But despite heading back, he didn't up his pace or anything. Besides, he still had to find that lady and return her purse.

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[Arc Bishop]

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As Kozue ran after the villain up ahead, Arc slipped into a space between two buildings and used his constructs to throw himself up onto the rooftops to follow. Watching the two cut into an alley from above, he slinked along near the edge to peek over and watch curiously. He had wondered if the guy was a Student at U.A, but he doubted it after watching how he handled the purse snatcher. He seemed closer to the do-gooders that bent the rules and did what they wanted to get things done, but maybe a bit soft still.

His curiosity satisfied, Arc retreated and dropped back onto the street, trying to look casual as Kozue reappeared but now wearing an amused smirk.
"It's locked up, but I can see why robbery is an issue." He mused. "You realize I could have done so, right?" It had been tempting for sure, but what was still left of Arc's morals had stopped him. Still, if he hadn't taken a liking to the strange guy and not wanted him in trouble, the cash register would be empty. "Do you always dash off after bad guys mid-shift?"

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Kozue Yoshi ,