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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Late Night Break-in [attr="class","rhythm"] Is it a criminal offense to trespass on private property?  Yes, yes it is.  But was it really so bad though?  It always depended on the context of the situation, and in this context it was...  "Still pretty illegal, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." The internal dialogue of Antonio became vocal as he took a deep breath and felt a hollow, sinking feeling in his chest.  He didn't have too much time left before needing a recharge.  It was so late at night that it was very unlikely that he'd find a hardware or car shop that would have car batteries available, and due to all of his own car batteries looking the same he had taken a dud of a battery when he left his home.   It was close to midnight as Antonio made his way towards the JERA Shinagawa Thermal Power Station that was near the most inland part of Tokyo Bay, with nary a soul in sight.  There were security guards posted at the front and back, so Antonio had found himself moving towards a rather particular section of the grounds where he anticipated a lack of guards. "Rrrgh, hate wasting bursts of energy for this," He grumbled to himself as he aimed a palm towards the top part of the tall wall boundary of the powerplant.  Willing a transformative aspect to his quirk, Mecha-Man created a spring-loaded mechanism within his forearm before launching his hand towards the top of the wall.  Grabbing hold, the man wearing nothing more than a black and pink Hawaiian shirt, a pair of navy black speedos, and a ski mask over his head the masked intruder would clear this wall, landing on the other side with a definitive thud.   Glancing back up at the wall, he grimmaced upon seeing that his grip and body weight left quite the indent in the wall.  Great, evidence that he was here.  Not good.  Antonio figured to get what he came here for and bolt, and get as much of it as he needed. So he ran across the grounds, towards one of the outside garage hangar doors that lead into the main floor of the plant.  The door that was used to transport huge loads and deliveries into the building was definitely locked, but since he was already sure security cameras and his destruction would tip off to the intrusion he figured what was one more bit of destruction.  Pulling up on the garage door, he managed to get the door open up by several feet.  Jamming the door in the process, he lay flat against the ground and rolled under the hangar bay doors before finding himself on the main floor. Feeling extremely drained, Antonio made a bee-line towards one of the nearby power machines.  It hummed quite beautifully as it provided power for greater Tokyo area, and now it was going to give him all the energy he needed for weeks to come. Sitting with his back to the machine, he pulled out an electrical wire he scrummed together and plugged it into the back of his neck.  The other end of this wire would find its way in one of the output sockets of the machines, allowing Antonio to siphon energy from the plant from the very source. Sweet, sweet relief.  He hated the feeling of electricity coursing through his body, but the effects were near immediate as his body started to feel alive once more. (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi

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Normally guys in their twenties spent their free time drinking with friends and going on dates. But Kozue was anything but a normal guy. The dumpster lid swung open with a loud bang, leading to a quiet "Shit" to emanate from inside. This voice belonged to said Kozue, who in his excitement may have opened the dumpster lid with a bit too much force. Why was the dumpster diver so excited? Well he had just hit the motherload with his most recent find. The mostly intact remains of an electrical control panel. While there was some damage, overall it was a great find. Most likely this place had redone some electrical work, and ended up with a new relay, throwing out the old one. Which worked out in Kozue's favor. He practically lived by the motto of one man's trash being his own treasure.
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Now where had Kozue found this amazing find? Why the JERA Shinagawa Thermal Power Station of course? He had done this a few times prior, jumping the fence, sneaking on property and rifling through their trash, so by now he considered himself somewhat of a pro. And this find was probably the best one this pro had ever seen. Peeking over the edge of the now open dumpster, Kozue looked around cautiously, before quickly stuffing the panel into the duffel bag he had brought, along with the other bits of wiring and scrap he had snagged. While normally, this was considered stealing to Kozue, it was just recycling.
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Even if he didn't consider what he was doing wrong, he knew the law disagreed. Double checked again to make sure the coast was clear, Kozue picked up the helmet resting on his head and snapped it into place. With a voice modulator and a tinted visor his identity would be safe. No use in acting stupid and getting himself in serious trouble. As long as he could escape, he would be fine. Now he just had to complete his escape attempt with the goods. Double checking the aluminum bat strapped to his back making sure it was secure, before climbing over and out of the dumpster. With his modified biker's helmet, black sleeveless hoodie, dark jeans, and duffel bag filled to the brim hanging off his shoulder, he looked like a burglar more than a wannabe hero.
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Kozue moved quickly, in the general direction of the fence he had hopped to get in here. The dumpster he had been digging in was near the back, not far from the hangar doors. A fact that Kozue normally saw as a blessing. Less security roaming the back. As he made his jog around the building, his head was on a swivel. If there was a guard, he'd only have a few seconds to react and hide. Again, he was practically a professional doing this "crime." But in this swivel, Kozue saw something new. One of the hangar doors open. But not just open. Forced open. A break in? Along with an excuse to give himself a private tour of the plant? Double win. Adjusting the bag to be hanging across his back, Kozue quickly pivoted, making a beeline toward the open door.
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Passing through the door and into the plant, Kozue looked around, looking for any signs of trouble. As his eyes scanned the room, his attention was pulled to the man in the speedo. When combined with the Hawaiian shirt and the ski mask, he looked fully out of place. Shifting his full attention to the man, he noticed the wire connecting the man's neck to one of the plants machines. With his curiosity now heightened, he spoke. "Hey, uh do you work here or something?" Kozue's voice came out much deeper pitch, with a bit of synth to add a bit of robotic flair, thanks to his helmet's built in voice modulator. Robbery or not, Kozue's interest was piqued.

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Technically I don't give a damn [attr="class","rhythm"] As Antonio sat against the machine, gritting his teeth through the electricity being forcibly input into his body.  His muscles tensed and felt so sluggish, a pain he had to endure in order to feel alive again.  As he got his charge, that pit in his chest started to feel a lot lighter. The sharp sensation in his chest slowly but surely subsided as the hum of the generators would grow a couple decibels to accommodate for this free-loader mooching off some energy.  The lights flickered a little before coming to a rest at a light level dimmer than its usual. He let himself relax as he was sure he had a good five to ten minutes to siphon off energy before someone got off their lazy ass in order to investigate.  Antonio didn't anticipate another urchin like himself to just waltz through the broken door, squeezing under the door wearing a helmet.  His brows furled quite a bit as the fellow was definitely not good news, as he didn't look like one of the usual jumpsuit wearing workers or suits who manage this power plant and its workers. The synthesized voice coming from the helmet already confirmed it since the guy was hiding his identity, so either someone here to either stop Antonio or stop the power plant.  Not good news either way.  "Oh yeah, I totally work here!" Antonio would answer whilst crooking his neck to the side, accidentally revealing the cord connecting the generator to the back of his neck, "Just testing the output of this machine to make sure it was working optimally!" Lying through his teeth, Antonio was doing his best to ensure that his intrusion and their conflict was as subdued as possible until the big robot man felt charged enough to handle this kid if needed.  He smiled a bit while rubbing the back of his head, before immediately turning it around on Kozue with a simple, "But I didn't get a word about a guy wearing a neat-o-robot-o helmet visiting the the overnight shift.  You on good authority to be here?" All Antonio had to do was buy time, as each second was worth its weight in gold to his life on this planet. (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi,

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Underneath Kozue's helmet, he couldn't help but furrow his brow at the man's response. His tone made it hard to tell if he was telling the truth or not. The man was messing with some high powered generators. Not the type of thing you'd want plugged straight into you. Was it some sort of electrical quirk? Following the same logic, the man's claim did make more sense. He could buy an electrical quirk user being able to test electrical flow. But the more Kozue thought about this whole predicament, the questions he had. Sure, the cord made sense. But the black ski mask? That was probably the most suspect. Why would you need to hide your face if you were an employee?
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But unfortunately Kozue was given a situation where he'd have to find a reason. With attention drawn to his helmet, Kozue's mind began to race. Swallowing hard, Kozue spoke, lying through his teeth just like the man before him. "I'm security from a different plant. I've been transferred over to help cover some gaps in the schedule. The helmet is uh, for your safety. My quirk makes me like super ugly. Like ugly enough to blind you." Was his lie a bit weak? Probably. But he was on the spot here. And if a quirk helped explain this dude's alibi, Kozue could do the same for himself. Plus, lying about his quirk could give him a secret weapon if a fight did break out.
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Wanting to push his own story further, Kozue spoke again, somewhat tentatively. "Do you mind if I check your ID and I'll leave you to it." In his eyes, this would be a relatively easy way to solve this problem. If the guy had an employee badge or whatever, then boom. He could dip out with his prize in tow. If not, then Kozue was even more curious about the situation. If this dude was a robber, was he stealing power or something? Maybe storing it in his body? But he was seemingly hooked up to a lot of juice. Probably enough to fry you if you weren't careful. Maybe he was some sort of eco-terrorist wanting to cause a blackout. But then again, sticking a cord in your neck was a funny way to get that outcome.

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]In my other Pants [attr="class","rhythm"] That was a hell of a bluff that Antonio just attempted, one that he didn't even think would work.  It was all just a ploy to buy some time to get some charge, at least thirty seconds bought him enough time for a single day when plugged directly into a power source like this.  And it was working as Kozue seemed to have been caught off guard when the question was flipped back on him, the helmeted man talking about how he was supposedly security from a different plant to cover gaps in the schedule. That was reasonable enough, but the mask ugliness just sounded super farfetched to him to be a coincidence.  Any mask would've done, but something so advanced felt a bit of an overstatement.  That was when he pushed the story further, asking for ID.  "HA, yeah, sorry about that maaaan," Antonio continued the deception, "They're in my other pants."  Taking big pause at such a pivotal moment, his eyes darted around trying to find some sort of continuation, "Coworker used his quirk to steal 'em off of me like a prank" An awkward silence would hold, as Antonio's brow visibly furrowed behind his mask.  Trying to fight a smile before sighing out loud, "Okay, so we ain't buying each other's stories?  We completely full of it?"  Trying to level with the kid, before continuing on, "Yeah, I broke in here, I need to charge up or I'll effectively be dead until someone else recharges me.  Aaaand I require too much energy due to my life til now.  So what's your story?" (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi,

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As the ski mask wearing "employee" confessed that his id with in his other pants, Kozue felt a bit strained. The story was getting less feasible by the second. But at the same time, so if he jumped into a brawl fest this dude and was wrong, he would be in serious trouble. Like pro-heroes might get called in, and that would be a whole ass mess in itself. Plus he still wasn't totally sure on what he was witnessing. Maybe trying to steal data from the plant's systems. But then again, there were probably better access spots than right here. And easier ways than a direct neck connection.
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As the silence grew to be deafening, the dude spoke up. So he didn't work here, but his reasoning didn't seem that bad. I mean, it was a crime and all, but like technically a life or death situation. Kozue crossed his arms for a moment, trying to figure out if this was a crime worth stopping. The more he thought about it, it didn't seem worth stopping. And besides, he didn't want to have risk ditching his newfound control panel. He gave a sigh, admitting defeat. "Shit. I mean, it's like illegal, but I'd probably do the same shit if I was in the same spot."
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He cleared his throat, and gestured to the duffel over his shoulder. "I'm just digging through their trash. They got some good components they're just trashing. Shit would probably cost me an arm and leg normally." Like it wasn't technically a crime. If anything, he was doing them a service. Normally you had to pay for someone to come take your garbage. And not only was he taking it, he was also recycling it.
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"Wait, so you need power? Like do you have a built in pacemaker or something keeping your heart beating?" Like if he was charging up, he was using one hell of a source. Like he had to taking in a lot of juice. So like how much did he need? With there being no immediate threat, he could be a bit more curious about exactly what was going on. Not to mention, he had been doing a bit of experimentation with rechargeable gear, albeit with smaller sources than a fucking powerplant.

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The Tin Man [attr="class","rhythm"] It seemed that Antonio choosing to mellow out and potentially oust the both of them potentially not being allowed here was a gambit with attempting.  The helmeted kid was also here for some rather ill deed, but seemed to have a virtuous chip on his shoulder as he was more concerned with the fact that Antonio was performing a potentially illegal act.  But at least the kid had a heart to admit that he'd do the same in that situation. Soon he would relent to share that he was here digging through trash, looking for trashed components that would probably be expensive to buy on the regular market.  "Nah, you ain't wrong.  Admittedly did the same to build a lil gizmo of mine," Antonio would comment with a wide smile.  The man continued sitting down to let himself charge up, as the realization struck Kozue. "Yeah, like one of them Electric Cars or a toy robot," The ski-masked man would confirm, before the next question came.  Kozue was rather interested in why someone needed so much power, claiming that it was a pacemaker.  "I mean, yes but no.  I made a pacemaker gizmo to give me a small amount of charge in case I run out, however..." Taking pause, the man let out a heavy sigh as a hand would unconsciously finding itself towards where his heart would have been inside his chest.  Palm pressed against his own flesh as he admits, "My heart was a power source to my body, and due to what I previously did I kept needing more and more power.  My heart kept up, until I pushed it way to far and it blew out.  So I have a high demand for energy, but no supply."  Antonio still felt pride within the heights of heroism he was able to achieve within his heyday, however each passing day was becoming more and more of a slog to get through with such a failing body.  And he didn't want to die, so he'd do anything it took to keep extending his life. "I'd appreciate if ya turned a blind eye since I ain't hurting anyone," Which was technically true and false at the same time, as it was hard to gauge what effects he had when siphoning energy through power plants like this in huge swathes. (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi,

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Kozue listened to the explanation intently, thoroughly interested. The man had some mechanical understanding, having at least built and installed himself a pacemaker. But the man seemed awkward as he dove deeper into the function of his heart. As the info came spilling out, Kozue furrowed his brows in thought. A self sustaining power source? The thought was incredible. Was it a quirk, cybernetics, or a mixture of both? But the bigger problem had to be the guy's heart blowing up. What had he been doing to expend that much energy? Given he was requiring a power plant to recharge his batteries now, the upper limit had to be somewhat high at least pre-explosion.
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So if you don't mind me asking, your heart, how did it run? Was it a self sustaining power source or did it require some other factor like food or sunlight to function? " Kozue was curious about the details. If he had a notebook on him, it would already be out, being filled with notes. However the man's heart functioned, it was still a curiosity. One that was worth exploring for Kozue. "How much power were you running to cause the overload, if that's not too personal. Given what you're currently hooked up to, I can't imagine it's not a great deal." If a normal person was hooked up to one of these generators like that, they would have been completely fried now. If anything, this dude seemed to be looking better the longer he was plugged in.
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By this point, Kozue had fully forgotten he had stopped in here to stop a robbery. He had been more engrossed in what could be a learning opportunity. "Nah dude. I'm not gonna go turning you in. It seems kinda like kicking a dude when he's down, ya know. Oh, you can call me Marauder if you want. Forgive me for not giving you my real name or anything, but I'm sure you get it." Kozue put a lot of effort keeping his identity on the downlow. Even if that meant using an alias that felt a little dorky when using it as an introduction. He had enough trouble keeping his two lives separate as it was.

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Fake Names, Gotcha! [attr="class","rhythm"] Antonio was a bit surprised that a random hero-posing person was actually interested in listening to his story.  Well, surprise wasn't the right word.  He couldn't place it at the moment as the Tin Man was more than used to being overlooked or the techno-babble talk was shoveled under the table in lieu of something more interesting.  The guy would even have his own question in regards to how Antonio's odd biology.  "Well, if I have to get technical...  I don't got normal human anatomy as I'm like a Robot Man, and my equivalent of a human heart provided me energy and also regulated how much I needed at a time.  Sure I could run outta juice, but I'd have enough energy to sustain a state of living despite how injured I became," He thumbed his chest right where a visible scar was seen, "However when it blew out, it's aaaalmost like a car with a dead battery kind of situation.  My body goes inert until I get an initial charge, and until I run out of electricity all my bodily functions are at maximum output of energy so I go through it too fast.  And that's before any other fun features concerning my quirk using more and more energy..." He tried to make it sound as understandable as possible, as Antonio didn't know what the stranger's level of technological understanding was.  Though the more they spoke, the more it became clear that the two of them were technologically inclined especially when going to what happened with his overload.  "Still a bit of a sore spot since I blew out my damn heart," He tilted his head, "But it ain't an issue sharing the details like that.  Hrmmm...  Best way to put it, going from full charge to none, it takes me a month to get through the same amount of energy Tokyo goes through in a single day.  Last I checked like Two-Hundred-K Gigawatts?  It's been a while since I was able to properly test my body's capabilities..." Just the fact alone that, as a single person, he can go through the amount of energy Tokyo uses on a daily basis in a month was rather insane.  But it got a bit more wild, as he admitted, "Then during my incident I was holding a building up with all my strength, transformed my body further than it had before and then some...  I essentially Money Shifted my body, and my engine burst, so now I can't generate or properly regulate energy in my body.  Shit's rough." The tragic hero, despite feeling electricity just buzzing under his skin like a hive of bees in the most discomforting ways possible, just saw that as a matter of 'it is what it is.'  He hated the lack of support he got from it, but the guy wouldn't have changed what he did that day.  Thankfully after sharing the sob story, Kozue seemed to lose interest in potentially reporting or stopping Antonio.  In fact, the guy introducing himself as Marauder admitted that it was like kicking a dude when he's down. "Ey EY EY," His voice would raise at the pity he was being given, "Appreciate the empathy, but I ain't gonna let a pitiable statement like that slide.  I have you know I could throw you the full distance over Tokyo Harbor despite the state I'm in!"  He pounded his chest with authority, with a definite metal-on-metal clanging sound reverberating within the facility.  One deep exhale later, he just followed up with, "And if we're going by pseudonym stuff, I used to go by Ironheart......  On second thought, after sharing that story, I realized that's a bad kind of ironic... "I think I'll be going by Fullmetal then, how does that sound?" Inquiring about how good that fake name goes, he'd wait for a response whilst enjoying that sensation of being able to breathe without feeling some sort of odd pit in his chest once more.   (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi,

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Kozue followed along, nodding his head in best attempt to seem sagely, as the man explained his biology. Since his heart was mechanical, it made sense to have a limiter. One that had been overclocked by this dude when his heart exploded. Without that built in safety net, he’d be losing charge constantly. And that was just from normal functions. Kind of a shitty situation overall. Plus, since the heart was due to a quirk mutation, it made any repairs almost impossible. Like if the dude had built the heart and installed it himself, in theory, he could rebuild it with a limiter. But that wasn’t the case here. Plus, tinkering with it came with the risk of death. A real shitty situation.
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The man continued, giving bits of insight on the actual amount of power he went through. Kozue’s jaw dropped, though it was hidden underneath his mask. Two hundred thousand gigawatts a month was insane. In hindsight, it only made sense that this dude broke into a power plant of all places. It was probably the only place he could get a full charge.
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The man had mentioned being able to hold up a building, which was an impressive feat. One that Kozue doubted he could pull off. But the more he listened to this man, the more his story didn’t sit well with Kozue. He didn’t doubt the man or anything. He had no reason to. Ever since they both admitted they weren’t employees, this guy had been pretty forthcoming. The dude’s story felt vaguely familiar. Like he had heard about something similar happening before. He wasn’t sure what details were familiar or why. But something about this whole thing felt familiar in a way he couldn’t put his finger on.
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Kozue was pulled from his thoughts, as the man gave a playful threat. Given the amount of power running through the dude, Kozue didn’t doubt it. Albeit, Kozue liked to think he’d be smart enough to avoid being thrown in the first place.
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Upon hearing the two names, something clicked into place in Kozue’s mind. He now knew exactly why this dude’s story had felt so familiar. He had read about it happening years ago. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second. Ironheart? The Fullmetal Hero? Like from the US, right? No fucking way." Kozue quickly checked his pockets, looking to see if he had a pen on him. He needed an autograph or something. Any attempts to seem cool would quickly fade, as he began to fanboy. He began to pace back and forth, moving his hands as he talked. "Dude, I was a huge fan when I was a kid. I even had an action figure of you. Sure, I made it and it was a pretty poor resemblance, but I thought you were the coolest. Shit I didn't even know you were in Japan now. Dude!" He had come across Ironheart on an engineering forum. Some debate about the recent property damage the hero had caused and how he was a bad representation of what mechanical heroes could do or some shit like that. But Kozue didn't care about that. He was a tech obsessed kid, who just saw the cool robot hero. And like that, he was a massive fan. He did his best to follow the hero, but with Kozue living in Korea, information and merch was hard to come by. Most of what Kozue had seen and heard through the internet grapevine. In a way, Ironheart had been Kozue's gateway into heroics, combining it with love of machines.

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]I'm an Idol? [attr="class","rhythm"] After regaling his tale to Marauder, it seemed that the tension of the air shifted.  There was a pause of silence between the two that felt completely palpable especially after the threat, only to be ended with Kozue putting two and two together.  It seemed that Kozue started to recognize the story, and even remembered him.  The Tin Man seemed a little taken aback that he was even remembered despite decade after a forced retirement.  "No shit?"  The guy, who was more than likely a young kid compared to him, was geeking out and was fumbling for something or another.  Even talking about having an action figure of him when he was much younger, one that was hand crafted by him.  "Well, color me surprised then!  Don't blame ya since the mask did a good job hiding my identity!" His large teeth beamed brightly behind that mask he currently wore, though in reality his figure was vastly different from his old days when he had cybernetic armaments and equipment. "Yeaaah, I'm in Japan now.  Forced retirement and the fact that America couldn't handle the drain of energy I caused." Pausing, Antonio would soon get up from his spot after having spent a good amount of time charging him.  Unplugging himself from the power plant port, he could feel himself having several weeks of a charge.  Didn't want to spend any more time here than he could afford in case authorities were alerted to the destroyed door property, especially with the fact that the two were on some sort of security feed. "Hey Kid, how 'bout we get out of this joint before the authorities arrive?"  He offered, hoping to get out of here as soon as possible since he didn't want to drag someone else into his mess of a lifestyle, "We can go somewhere, get a bite to eat, somethin' to drink, and I can tell ya some stories.  Tickled pink that I still got a fan after all these years, ya know?" Passing by, he attempted to pat Kozue on the shoulder whilst heading in the direction of the shutter doors he forced up earlier. (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi

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It was kinda crazy to run into a childhood inspiration in a place like this. Especially given they had both broken in here at the same time, albeit for different reasons. Kozue listened, doing his best to keep his excitement in check. Sure, the man looked different than how Kozue had remembered him, but that had been almost a decade ago now. Plus, given how the man's heart had exploded, it made sense that he would have to undergo a few physical modifications to save power. The switch from heroic work to civilian life, probably was a big shift, with his body always running at 100%. Especially when he had the strength to hold up a building.
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Kozue waited, as Ironheart disconnected himself from the power supply, seemingly getting ready to leave. Kozue figured it was probably best to do the same too. Sure, he had only really been dumpster diving, he had still broken in. That would be a pain in the ass to deal with if the cops were called. Or even worse, heroes. Ironheart seemed to have a similar mindset, suggesting the two dipped. Even suggesting the two hang out afterward. Kozue gave an excited nod. "That sounds awesome. I'm totally down. Definitely don't wanna risk losing this baby. And I mean, jail or whatever."
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Plus, he could probably get a few tips and pointers from Ironheart too. On heroics and all that kind of stuff. He was mostly relying on his own research and forum posts for most of his understanding of heroic work. Getting advice from a former pro-hero would probably be super useful. Plus, he had a number of questions regarding the cybernetics the man had used during his hero work. Either way, he could save the wave of questions he had for when they reached wherever they were going. When they were in a safer spot to talk.
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Looking toward the opened shutter door, Kozue felt a pang of guilt for the damage that had been caused. "Should we close that on our way out or something?" The question felt a bit silly, but he kinda hoped the door wasn't totally messed up. If security were to tighten, it would make snagging more parts from their dumpsters all the harder. He wasn't sure how well it would work, but it was better than nothing, right?

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[Antonio Martinez]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Out of this joint to go to the Joint [attr="class","rhythm"] Marauder seemed to be up for blowing this joint before the authorities got here, which was just perfect for the both of them.  Heck, he was very much down to go and get a bite to eat and enjoy his new bit of gizmo.  Antonio didn't waste any time to really observe it, as he went on.  Marauder even wondered if they should close it on the way out, to which earned a simple, "I mean I'll give it a try." With a shrug, he would allow Marauder to get on under the shutter.  Antonio would follow suit as he rolled under the shutter and attempted to pull the door down, only for his now charged up strength to quite literally rip a chunk of the door off of the metal.  Making the hole even larger, with Antonio holding a shutter door handle like a jackass. Dropping it, he would utter a simple "whoops" before running off towards the outer wall of the facility.  Letting loose an extendo-arm launch, Ironheart would pull himself over and would wait on the other side for Marauder.  "Okay, there's a good joint in Tokyo proper called The Lively Bar.  A nice place for cocktails with a phenomenal shrimp appetizer and good seafood.  See you there?" (tagged)⏤ Kozue Yoshi,

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