[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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