[rhea]

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

This was another boring day. Which wasn't awful in the slightest, but the more variance Rhea had the better she could break the monotony and determine a good course of action. Take today, for instance. She was once again replenishing the stores for the apartment, attempting to find something different to cook. Her father, being the freeloader that he was, couldn't be trusted to make sandwiches with any good flavor or texture, let alone a proper meal. While eating out was an option, it was 1). not healthy, and 2). lacking in the foods either of them grew up with.

Thankfully, some of the spices that she needed could be easily obtained in a part of Shibuya. It was time to restock, and while it would hurt the wallet for a time it'd be worth it for a few months. The problem she was currently running into was what to make...her mother, while a decent cook, was the primary breadwinner for a long while and the family had the pleasure of fine dining. Everything Rhea learned was second hand, either from descriptions or from research or from an old cookbook her mother had that Rhea thankfully had the foresight of salvaging before they lost everything. She thought back to it now, trying to remember something she hadn't made in it...pausing at the head of an alleyway. What was going on down there?

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[Vanessa Star]

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"Ya takin' a piss or is that how hard ya hit?"

Vanessa was in another brawl. It was her third that week being on the streets of Tokyo. This time, she was in Shibuya after perusing some musical goods. A lot of nostalgia was sold in this pocket of Japan, but it also meant a lot of tourists and a lot of thugs melting together. This time, she was pressed against the wall with a bloody nose and a bunch of younger thugs who saw her as a vulnerable target.

There were about seven of them, but she kept her fisticuffs high. One came at her with a bar and she knocked him clean out. "See? That's how ye fuckin' hit, got it?" Spitting on him, she'd grab the bar and see a new person enter the fray. "Ye got a death wish too, aye? Here as back-up for this murder of crows soon to be kippin' about?" Gesturing towards Rhea before using the bar as a sort of directional wand to emphasize how the remaining six were going to be knocked out before long, she staggered.

While Vanessa was all for using her quirk, she didn't want to be put up for murder without the right reason or influence. It was only her first couple of weeks in Japan and she didn't know what she was going to stumble into if someone laid dead with their head exploded. "If you're not, let's teach 'em a lesson for muggin' tourists...or homeless or whatever." She was, in fact, that homeless person.

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[rhea]

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

Ah, just another fight between the poor and destitute. It was a brutal reminder that she could have had this after she was stranded, but that was neither here nor there. She was uninvolved, and was just going to keep going. That was, until one of the combatants called out to her in...the most archaic way ever. She had drunks hit on her in more eloquent ways than how she was just addressed. Based on the accent, though, that woman wasn't from around here. And what made this even worse, two of the individuals looked in her direction, one with a wolfish grin on his face. Oh no, even if I run now this won't turn out good for me, she thinks, looking left and right before taking a step into the alleyway. She was not a fighter, relying more on wit and subterfuge to get her way. However, after recent events Rhea had taken to carrying a bit more potent: a Derringer. It was not effective at range, it didn't fit in the hand good, and it wasn't particularly deadly even if it hit the target, but a gun was a gun and it evoked a primal fear in anyone that knew what they were looking at.

Rhea was banking on that as she pulled it from her purse, an evil smile crossing her face as she looked at the first two that started her way and aimed. "Deciding to embrace oblivion, hm? I wonder what your heart tastes like.~" She dumped what she could into her quirk, mostly aiming to intimidate to drive the thugs away. It helped that she did have murderous intent behind the comment; death was no stranger to her, and she embraced that fact.

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[Vanessa Star]

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The thugs happened to mess with the wrong scrappy rocker. They also happened to draw the attention of the wrong siren. There was something that put a smile on Vanessa's face when she heard Rhea's sing-song threat. Something about the beautiful ring, the deadly intent and the delicious confidence of it gave Vanessa a gusto that overrode her annoyance. She also was distracted long enough for a man to punch her gut.

Dropping the bar, the thug picked it up and smacked her a couple times with it. Spitting up a little blood and focusing herself, she began dodging the hits. Another thug wanted to flank her, but she grabbed the man's wrist and yanked the bar from his hands before smacking that second idiot away. With the recoil, she held the thug that took cheap pot shots at her and began smacking him repeatedly until he fell.

"Y'know? You raise a good point, ma'am. Pretty voice like yours, venomous as it is, is just the inspiration little ole' Star Power needs." Standing with a foot over the gentleman, she tapped her foot like a drum pedal with the bar bouncing off her shoulder in unison. Clearing her throat, she stood straight and began to belt as her foot-taps grew in tempo. "I don't mean to brag," Singing loudly, with a surprising clarity and strong vocal delivery, her song began with a quiet introduction of instrumentals.

Where did those instrumentals come from? The clothes on the thug began to glow with different shades of neon lighting. A rock song began piecing together as the colors intensified. Jumping about and stomping around, the music grew in volume as she continued. "But I got 'em where I..." The bar was cherry-red, like a stick of dynamite. Throwing it at a nearby wall, it erupted with a fantastical explosion. "WANT 'EM, NOW!"

Explosions riddled the alleyway clearing, each coming from the colorful spots and illuminating clothes that touched Vanessa. She didn't stop moving around, the rock music never ceasing either. The thug she knocked out was mangled, but when she met a deadly siren, she knew it was a sign to impress her. The thugs felt everything shift, two of them frozen in fear by the siren that happened to be closest.

Dust obscured the area, created chaos, raised the stakes to life-or-death when they needn't be. All for the beauty of destructive music.

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[rhea]

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

Well, this was unexpected. Rhea was more concerned about getting herself out, but if this small gang was causing problems then they were in for a ride. Rhea was no stranger to different genre's of music, and out of all the more popular kinds rock was something she could at least tolerate. What she wasn't expecting was the entirety of the alleyway to turn into a concert, nor was she expecting explosive dust to start getting on everything. It was a time like this she had to make some decisions, and she didn't like where this was going.

Taking a step forward, she pointed the gun at the first man's groin, timing the trigger pull with one of the explosions further in. Immediately the man dropped, screaming as he held onto what was left of his manhood. In a flash Rhea turned the pistol towards the other, setting the now hot barrel just under his chin. "Do me a favor, darling, and face the wall. You don't want what happened just then at all.~" All color had drained from his face, and did as instructed. She looked back down the alley as the other thugs dove for cover to get away. "You're quite overt," she says flatly, slowly backing up. "Shall I leave the rest to you? I'd prefer to not deal with the police today, I have too much on my plate."

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[Vanessa Star]

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Oh, things were a mess. Such a beautiful, disastrous mess. Vanessa hadn't had such fun letting loose in a long time, but fun was usually followed by consequences pretty quickly. As she used the dusty shroud to weave through the flailing goons that remained, she would punch in various ways like slamming into the gut of one, the jaw of another. Stamping their clothes and watching them rend with explosions and song would put a smile on Vanessa's face.

Rhea shot a man in the groin, which felt justified to her. They tried tussling with the wrong person and learned a valuable lesson. One thug remained after the assault, who tried rushing Vanessa from behind. Slapping him and shoving a metal bar through his teeth, it began to glow. "Oh, lass, let me get you a drink." Taking the money off of the goons, the bar would take a while and she'd gesture for them to leave.

Acting with a rough regality, almost like a noble courting another, Vanessa flashed the yen after. "Let's get outta this bloody hellhole and make use of their penance." Hoping Rhea would agree, they'd leave together and hopefully find a place not too close by to eat as a proper thank-you.

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[rhea]

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

The Oasis Lounge exposed Rhea to all kinds of criminality, and on a few occasions she did see the aftermath of a deal gone wrong or a hit in the alleyways. The brutality of it all made her sick, but in a manner it reminded Rhea of a Roman emperor who ate poison to build up an immunity. This situation was no different.

She still couldn't help but feel nauseous as she put the gun away, beginning to step out of the alley at a brisk pace. "Money poorly spent. Not only does alcohol cloud your judgement, I also don't drink." This was a lie, but this woman didn't need to know that. As she walked she looked at her hand, noticing a slight buildup of powder from the gun's discharge. Rustling around in her purse she found a small bottle of hand sanitizer for situations like this. "I wouldn't mind a cut of the spoils, however. You know for my troubles."

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