[yaguro]

Another night of shaking down criminals; The sweet ballet of blood and beatings.



Yaguro was more than used to it by now, but his young partner, Carmen, was still getting used to the whole thing. For starters, Yaguro learned she didn’t even have any sort of alibi, or even a job; Something he quickly rectified by getting her a position at the same convenience store he worked out.

It took plenty of convincing for his boss to bring her on, and even more for him to watch over her pair of ferrets; Their excuse was that there wasn’t anywhere else for the furry creatures to stay, and thankfully his employer bought it.



The next questionable decision Yaguro had helped her fix was to get her a costume; Something to actually hide her identity so she wouldn’t face retaliation. Simple dark black clothes, a hood and a mask were plenty to do the job.



A quick stop to drop her pets off, and they had already hit the streets, and were currently in the middle of delicately extracting information from a kindly gang member, who was polite enough to have a pleasant conversation with the duo.



“Please man, I’ve already told you everything I know!”

A brass knuckle laden fist flew past the gang member, who was dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, and adorned with piercings all over his face. Landing in the brick wall behind him, Yaguro pulled his fist back.



“See, so far he’s only answered with stuff like ‘I don’t know’, or ‘I’m not high up enough to know that’. That means he’s more loyal to his boss than he is afraid of us.”



The lucky gang member was a member of the Eight-O’s. Small fish in a big pond, mostly unruly teens who just wanted to cause trouble for others.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What am I, a training exercise?” The gangster asked, offended that the helmeted vigilante wasn’t even paying attention to him, despite being in his clutches.

“Shut the hell up Mud.” Yaguro quickly shot back, pressing the thug further against the wall.

“Gangs like this think they’re all tight nit buddies, that if they’re in trouble, their crew will come bail them out.” Yaguro sounded like the world’s grittiest college professor, locking eyes with Mud as he continued to talk to Carmen.

“But I don’t see anyone coming to save you, Mud.”

Mud gulped in fear, sweat already pouring down his brow. He looked around the dark alley, almost as if he expected some of the other members of his crew to miraculously appear.

“Yeah, well you wouldn’t get it cause you’re some fuckin reject loser who isn’t even tough enough to become a hero…”

This earned him a swift gut punch as a reward.

“You’ll wish I was a hero by the time I’m done with you. Or have you forgotten what steel tastes like?” Raising his free fist up to Mud’s mouth, he reeled back, ready to punch at a moments notice.

“Fine! Fine! Cue Ball doesn’t hang at Urchin Lair anymore, I think everyones having a get together at a warehouse across town, but that’s really all I know!”

Yaguro sighed, finally content with his answer.

“See? You need to let fear set in. Whaddya think, should I tap him out?” He asked Carmen, letting her look into Mud’s fearful eyes and having her decide the fate of the guys teeth. 

[carmen]

After what felt like forever, the promises Yaguro had made were slowly but surely being kept. When Carmen was hired by the convenience store, She had to hold back laughter at seeing the boss’s eyes nearly popping out of his head at his new punk hire, piercings and all. But, there wasn't much he could do now but hope this teen wouldn’t scare away all of his customers. The shock he felt grew even more when he discovered he would be in charge of watching two ferrets at times. What did he get himself into?


Still, for Carmen, it was a relief to not only have an actual source of money, but a safe place to leave the girls when she would go out with Searchlight for their vigilante work. Tonight, it was more training with taking out more gangs, specifically the Eight-os. Her gang, specifically the teens of it, had a couple run-ins with this gang. Small scale fighting, it seeming more like spoiled kids pushing each other around on the playground for territory. Whatever. The more off the streets, the better. And everytime a gang was taken down, Carmen gained the hope that they’d start to focus on her own gang and to end their cruelty, as well.


Dawned in her new uniform, Carmen stood over a beaten gangster as Searchlight gave her all the instructions as the gangster, named Mud, seemed to be pissed off that this was being used as training. Carmen smirked under her mask. Searchlight was really making sure this punk would speak. Hit after hit was given until his face was a bloody mess. One thing, however, that made Carmen raise her eyebrow was how strongly being called a “hero” affected the vigilante. Still, there was work to be done. A confident hidden smirk spread on the girl’s face once the gang member gave the proper information, and it was her choice whether it was enough for him.


“Hmm… It wouldn’t be good to leave this trash just laying on the street to begin screaming for his buddies.” Grabbing his face, she looked into his eyes. He was scared, a look she had in her own gaze so many times. But now this lowlife felt the same thing, as he deserved. “Knock the bastard out and let's head to that warehouse before they move out.” She tossed his face away, stepping back and letting her “mentor” take the reins.

[Ryota Hada]

Night patrols were not something Ryota did often. He was a flashy hero; the kind who's out in broad daylight saving lives and fighting bad guys, his bombastic persona on display for all to see. Stealth wasn't his MO. But at the end of the day, heroism was a job, and like any other job shifts had to be taken over when someone is unavailable.

In this case, the hero meant to be on patrol was unfortunately sick. Cold season's come in, they were susceptible to it, and they were still bedridden by the time they were supposed to clock in. Now the hero Night Owl was a good friend of Ryota's. Ryota got the call, heard their sniffling and said yes before they even asked if he could cover for them. He was out and about as Vox now, donned in his signature red armour as he leapt across the rooftops of Shinjuku.

It didn't take long before he heard a commotion in one of the alleys. Crouching at the edge, he watched as someone was beating another person's face in, while a likely accomplice watched- and her status was confirmed now by the way she said the man should be knocked out. He couldn't let this continue.

Vox climbed down some of the wall before jumping the rest of his way to the ground level them. If they didn't hear the landing, they'll surely hear his boisterous voice. "Greetings! I have to ask that you step away from that man." Poor guy looked like a mess, he'll have to act fast so he could get medical help he himself could not provide. "By your words-" he was facing the female voice, the one who grabbed the gang member last. "You got what you wanted. You no longer need to continue this interaction."

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[yaguro]

As he was about to follow through for the perfect finish to Mud’s night, an annoying voice rang out, stopping him.

Just great; Nobody likes being interrupted at work; Especially by some do-gooder who thinks they know how to do it better than you. And from the looks of his obnoxiously flashy red suit, this hero was here to do just that.
“Oh please.” Yaguro snarled out, letting his tamer (in comparison) Searchlight persona drop for a minute, and let his disdain out on full display.
“If you heroes actually did your jobs instead of playing Hollywood, guys like me wouldn’t have to be out on the streets cleaning up your slack.”

The lowly gang member, seeing his chance, used his quirk to literally spring out of Yaguro’s grasp, momentum suddenly bursting from his body and springing him free.
Luckily for him, the vigilante had gotten everything he needed, and cared far more about his lecture than some punk, and didn’t break eye contact with Ryota as he continued.
“I’ve heard of your little buddy club, the Maxima Agency; Your stupid outfit gives you right away. All you heroes are the same; You want to hog glory without actually doing anything to help the real issues. Who do you think is cracking down on the drug dealers, gangbangers and muggers while you’re out fighting giant crabs and shit?”
While more than content to let out his pent up anger, Yaguro was laser focused on his new goal; Teaching this showboat a lesson.
“If the government passed free quirk usage, guys like that wouldn’t be a problem; But you’d rather keep the status quo, wouldn’t you?”
Slowly, Yaguro started to reach his right hand into his pocket, while approaching Vox.
“The Eight-Os are just one of the many gangs that’s been flooding the streets, shaking down civilians erratically and tossing any substance they can at whoever will buy. You really want to be a hero? You’d round up your crew and come with us to their warehouse, shut them down hard.”
While it may have seemed like a genuine offer, Yaguro already knew the hero wasn’t going to take it; Trusting heroes got him thrown in jail once, he wasn’t going to let it happen again.
He’d wait a second or two for an answer, but only to add to the faux authenticity; After that, it didn’t matter how the guy answered; Gripping the handle of the gun in his pocket, Searchlight would pull out his SIG Sauer P320, point it right at Vox’s chest, and start pulling the trigger, while simultaneously moving back to get distance.


“Girl, get to cover, and get me some angles!”
Yaguro knew that this wouldn’t kill the flashy hero; As much as he wanted to, killing him wasn’t worth it, but maybe leaving him with a hospital bills would teach him a lesson.
After emptying his clip, Yaguro would toss his handgun aside, and get his metallic baseball out from its sling.
“You’re just another symptom of the virus plaguing Japan; Happy to drink out of the bowl your masters put in front of you. I doubt I can open your eyes to the truth, but I can sure as hell make them swell shut!”
Charging at Vox, Yaguro would attempt to slam his bat right into the hero’s helmet.