[enma]

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The greater the beast, the greater the cage. It took a lot to truly put down a monster such as Dracula. It took ingenuity, it took study. Beasts like Dracula were devilish creatures that needed a lifetime of research captivated within the brevity of a mortal's life. The greater the stakes, the motivation -- the spite, even -- the more efficient the search. Answers were needed NOW. The question? How to remove the obstacle stopping whatever force was driven to want to cleave the inheritor Paragon from the world.

After the psychotic cyborg was faulted in his efforts, arrested and shattered, it was back to the drawing board. Masao was given too much freedom by her family it seemed, but no one could account for love. Two strays in a world of social people that made high-octane, artificial connections with the berth of the internet and the inherent necessity of public relations in hero work. The dark manipulator could not have the foresight that the first attempt would be thwarted by this monster of a mortal.

Now, that issue was rectified. There was a facility, well-hidden in Tokyo Bay under the guise of a shipping warehouse. The warehouse wasn't seemingly too large on the outside, but it was a skeleton that was operated by this manipulator. On the inside, it was a complex that descended into Yomi it seemed. At the heart of it, a mechanical well. The laboratory contained within the heart of the complex already extended two sub-levels down, but within the lab was Enma's prison.

Originally, it was built to contain erratic chimera built by this mysterious malefactor. Now, it plunged Enma down 60 meters in a watery prison. Pressure squeezed all around him, a mask providing air and shrouding his senses. All he could feel was a cold cage around him. In this belly of water, his arms were outstretched and clasped past the elbow with large, metal cylinders split into segments used to adjust to the limbs captured.

A girdle was cast around him, attached to a spine with needles digging into his spine all throughout and finally connecting to the mask. This kept him preserved, ripe for experimentation once Masao was dealt with.

As for her, she was left to wait for hours before finally being contacted. It came in the form of mysterious dead drops that hoped to inflate her paranoia and make her steep in fear. She was to come alone to the facility. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. The implied consequence would be the risks to Enma's life, but there was a promise in the dead drops that he would be released if she complied.

Unaware of how they caged him and what to anticipate, who would she call on?

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Masao Ando junsuina

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[Masao Ando]

Masao was pacing back and forth, having found a relatively remote side street in Tokyo where she could calm herself down and think about what to do. First up she needed to resist the urge to panic and just run in without a plan. Whoever had Enma were also strong or capable enough to capture him. That meant going about this alone was most likely impossible, but she couldn't call the whole Heroes Association either and risk any harm being done to him. The dead drops did nothing to calm her down and only wore at her mind. Was he safe? What harm were they doing to him? Who were they even in the first place?

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Why couldn't they have taken her and left Enma out of it?

If she had been kidnapped, Enma would have known what to do. He would probably have handled all this by now. Taking out her phone she pulled up her list of contacts. Misaki and Ylva were both out of town or busy, so she couldn't reasonably ask them to do something so dangerous with her. Scrolling down a little further she got to Jun, her finger hovering over the call button as she began to sweat. Jun and her were both sticklers for the rules, and Masao shouldn't be thinking about rescuing Enma all on her own, she still didn't have a license and she knew it. However, the part of her that was prideful about being seen as a good and righteous hero was being drowned out by the part that was screaming to hell with the rules, I need to save Enma.

Before she knew it she had pressed call.

''Kanjo-san?...'' She paused immediately, unsure of what to even say in the event that she picked up. ''I know this sounds insane, but... Could I ask a favor of you?'' She did her best to sound composed and act like nothing was wrong, but she couldn't hide her emotions in the tone of her voice. She often bore a stoic facade, but Masao had always been bad at hiding her true feelings. ''I need you to come meet me in Tokyo. I will send you the coordinates, it's not too far away. However, it is imperative that you come alone. And... Come equipped.'' Before Jun could really question her about what was going on she hung up, letting out a nervous sigh as she kept pacing and looking around her to make sure no one snuck up on her.

She rested her hand on Raiju's hilt, holding onto it firmly as she waited. It was the one part of Enma they hadn't taken from her yet, and she was going to return it to him once he was safe from whatever this hell was.

enma, junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The universe expanded behind Jun, rainbow streams of light in her wake as she soared through the cosmos. She had the power of the Guardians at her fingertips, she could do anything, be anyone! All she had to do now was- She started as some noise near her head went off, the feeling of a sudden stop deep in her chest as she looked up. Several books were open in front of her, preparing of a test. It took her a moment before her vision cleared and the realization she was getting a call. Was it Yaoyao? Maybe she was reminding her to get some sleep, which would be ironic. "Hello? Oh, hi Masao." She wiped at her eyes, trying to get an idea of what was going on. "Yeah, sure. You alright?" As Jun listened there was...something. An edge. That was an edge, right? The more she talked the more Jun heard it, listening to it more than the request. "Are...you in some kind of trou- wait!" Before she could finish Masao had hung up, leaving Jun alone in the dark. Come equipped? This sounds...sketchy. She didn't have to worry about falling back asleep, a burst of adrenaline had woken her up. Whatever this was, she couldn't come equipped; her hero suit had the harness, and the winches didn't work without that. If she went dressed in that, she could get into trouble. And she'd temporarily risk her old Nightlite persona, but there was no equipment in that outside of a mask and a hoodie, and that stuff was in Osaka. So...she'd have to figure something out and hope that things weren't bad. She debated sending a text to Iphi, and had started to type a message, but decided against that. She had gotten into trouble with her once already, and she didn't want to risk that again. At least...not yet. Getting put together, including with a throwaway ball cap, she headed out towards the rendezvous. Once she had the coordinates she'd calmly approach Masao, keeping an eye on her surroundings. "You cut off too quick. What's going on?" enma,Masao Ando,

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[Olivia Liang]

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A tip was all it took for Olivia to mobilize. After her time with Bakuretsu and The Mummy she found herself restless at the idea of more experimentation going on around Tokyo. She didn't trust people and she sure as hell didn't trust a bunch of shady scientists taking whatever they pleased from whoever they wanted. [break][break]

If that wasn't enough, they had taken something from her that was very, very personal. She wasn't exactly a fan of doing things this way, as in attacking head-on, but she didn't have a choice. No one she could call on for support was available, so armed to the teeth, she made her way across the rooftops towards the area of the bay.[break][break]

Getting closer, she spotted two people suspiciously huddled up near her destination, and her eyes narrowed as she weighed her options. Were they just civilians? or were they part of a patrol? Ultimately, she didn't care if they were part of this 'secret project' if they were they wouldn't want to bring attention to this place so she was free to go all out. Dropping down behind them, she would point the blade of her weapon at them from a distance. "Wanna tell me the name of your boss who took my stuff before I kill you?" She would alternate, pointing the blade's tip at the two girls. "Either way, I'm going inside to kill your boss, so last chance."

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The presence of another person caused Jun to tense up, bringing up one of her arms as she pointed a ring in Olivia's direction. A soft glow came from a gemstone, and as Jun got accustomed to the darkness the gears in her head started to turn. "Wait, does this have to do with-" she stopped, realizing any incriminating statements could turn around to bite them in the butt. So she did what she normally did in situations like this: she improvised. Poorly. "Uh...Saber," she starts, addressing Masao and putting emphasis on the alias in the hopes the other redhead would catch on. "Is...this an ex of yours...? I'm not judging, but uh. She seems kinda verbose. No offense, Miss." She looked over at Olivia, tilting her head. "We're not here to kill anyone. Please put the sword away? And maybe we can discuss this...uh...dang, what was it called...love square...?" enma,Masao Ando,junsuina,Olivia Liang,

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