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Kamiya Nadeshiko I shall subvert this unwanted reality and replace it with one of my own design

i am revision, the failsafe Routine deliveries. One after another. That was the job.  Pick up the stuff, secure it in the truck, and take it to wherever it needed to go. Don't think about it. Don't ask questions. Don't look at the people, don't peek in the boxes, bags, or envelopes, and most certainly, forget anything and everything about what you do and see. Nothing too special. Good pay, good benefits, generally quite easy. But life doesn't care about making things nice and easy. It doesn't care at all. The single driver of the armored delivery truck, some five years into the gig, never had a problem. It had been boring, quiet, and peaceful. That all ended in the blink of an eye as a massive block of ice suddenly jutted up from the pavement on the overpass and smashed the engine block right back into the cab. The airbags never even had a chance to deploy, not that it'd have done any good.  It had been over so quickly. As traffic stalled and attempted to re-route, and those good samaritans that happened to be around called for first responders, the ice crept up and over the burning and smoking husk of the truck and snuffed out the fire, but the black smoke still billowed out. Another truck pulled up behind it and two individuals hopped out, while a third moved to join them from near the ice. "Sucks to be them," A woman with bright red hair, a plethora of tattoos, and an outright bad attitude commented.  Rebel. She's a lowlife villain with a penchant for violence, bloodshed, and grand larceny. There's nothing more she likes than pain, except perhaps money. With her quirk that melts substances she comes into contact with she had broken into more than one strongbox or bank in her time, and was unlikely to quit unless forced. "It was a quick stop, wasn't it?" Iceman, one of her partners replied. "My timing is getting better." The blue-skinned man laughed, expelling foggy breath as the cold air mixed with the heat of summer. His quirk is no secret. He creates ice from the tips of his fingers and can use it to cover the surface of anything he touches - and more.  As those two bantered, the third member of their crew, an absolute hulk of a man who had to sit in the bed of the truck rather than inside, made his way to the back of the armored truck and took hold of the handles. Metalhead, whose quirk converts his entire mass into metal, adjusted his body to steel and ripped the doors open with a grunt. He was greeted by gunshots which merely ricocheted off of his skin. One of the two guards inside had managed to draw a sidearm and attempted to fend him off, but it didn't help. Metalhead closed his hand around the guard's head and yanked him from the truck, and then tossed the guard like a ragdoll up and over the edge of the overpass. "How's the haul?" Rebel asked as she tapped an electric baton against her shoulder. "I'on't know, boss," Metalhead rumbled. "I'on't see no cash." "What?!" Rebel shouted. "Get out of my way, there has to be something! Why have a truck if there is nothing valuable?" Rebel pushed past Metalhead and slunk inside while her large friend pulled the remaining guard out and flung them back into the street in a heap. She didn't find anything obvious, at least not that she could use.  "Ice - call the contact. Find out why this was valuable and we need to take. This just has a lot of useless junk in it!" Time would be limited. Authorities would eventually show up. If they wanted to make it out of there with the goods, they needed to know what to take. The only problem that remained for them was that they didn't know just how much trouble they were going to be in. Stealing from Mhairi Global was not a wise decision, because when their assets - or profit - was negatively impacted, they sent in the Failsafe, and their track record for problem solving remained pristine.

TITLE: The Failsafe Acts TAGS: Raiomaru Toshigawa PROFILE: Revision

[Raiomaru Toshigawa]

I got something deep inside of me
Courage is the thing that keeps us free

Now, the million dollar question. Had Tokyo really gone this much in the past decade of Leonid's absence, or had he just had really bad luck lately?

Seriously, this was the third time in a short period of time that Leonid had to step out of what was supposed to have been his retirement from field work because he just happened to be close enough to a nearby crisis to be the first responder. The sound of a crashing car had summoned him from what had supposed to be a leisurely stroll through the city, stopped only to pose for the odd photo or sign the rare autograph when he was recognized. Keywords were supposed to be.

Transport robbery, the old lion was able to surmise as soon as he saw the scene before him. He certainly had seen enough of those in his day to recognize one when it was happening. Didn't recognize any of the punks that were ripping off the vehicle in question but, quite honestly, he felt like he knew them intimately already. At this point he had seen hundreds of these kinds of two-bit gangs throughout his life, nothing new under the sun, and just by looking at them he could tell pretty aptly just what he was dealing with. So they had their enforcer, the heavyweight who put himself between the others and any incoming heroes, they had their quirk man, with the powerful enough power to make operations like these possible, and they had their leader organizing the other two. The head of the snake, so to speak.

Striding forward down the road, the old lion was making his presence quite obvious, no effort made to hide himself as he called out to the three. "No need to call anyone, lass! You're not leaving with anything either way!" He sighed softly, rolling his shoulders, warming up old, stiff muscle in preparation. "Right in the middle of Tokyo... What were you lot thinking? Well, not my worry. You care to be sensible about this, or will it end just like it has for dozens of small-timers just like you up until now?"

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Kamiya Nadeshiko I shall subvert this unwanted reality and replace it with one of my own design

i am revision, the failsafe Leonid's presence is a surprise to the trio. They had expected resistance from the guards which had been dealt with according to the plan, and they had anticipated potential interference from heroes, too. However, nothing so quick. It could certainly throw a wrench into their plans, but Rebel seemed confident enough despite that. "Wh- But it's already ringing?!" Iceman lamented when Leonid informed them it'd be a waste of time. Rebel stared Leonid down from the back of the truck and then snapped at her frigid companion. "Just find out what we need to know. Metalhead, you take care of furball." The bulky metal man processed the order for a good three seconds and then smiled. "Aw'right, can do that, boss." Rebel turned back to the contents of the truck and rummaged about while Metalhead lumbered towards Leonid. "Gonna get some ice cream after I'm done with ya." He smashed his fists together to create a loud metallic clank and then bullrushed Leonid. While not the fastest around, the big metal guy proved rather speedy despite his bulk. Metalhead let out a fierce warcry and went in for the tackle. Iceman nervously paced back and forth outside the truck, muttering to someone on the phone, but eventually rushed to the back of the truck. "He says it's a small box with a fancy lock on it. Big enough to fit a bunch of paper into." Rebel looked around a bit and found a suspicious-looking box in short order and pulled it out. "I think I found it. Uh... what's this symbol?" "He says it's marked with uhm... a biohazard symbol!" "What!?" Rebel practically dropped the box. "We aren't getting paid enough for that. Ugh! Whatever, I have it. Let's go before I sprout another arm or something." She hopped out of the armored truck and tucked the box under one arm. With that secured, she began jogging towards their get-away truck. "Time to go!" It was the signal for Metalhead to rejoin them, but he was likely tied up fighting the veteran hero to keep him at bay. He wanted to go, and it provided ample distraction as his brain processed what he should do. Rebel opened the door to the truck and was about to get inside when the box suddenly vanished from her arm. It took a moment for her to register what had happened, but it clicked quickly enough. "What the f-?" "That doesn't belong to you, I'm afraid." Rebel and Iceman turned to face another individual. A young woman with a rather lazy and slouched posture, unremarkable in pretty much every way, slowly approached them. "I suggest you leave, rather than continue with this course of action," Revision stated in a firm tone. "This is not a battle you wish to fight." "Aggghh!" Rebel was about ready to rip her own hair out in frustration. "Ice! J-just ice her or something, I don't know, do whatever it is you do!" Revision tipped her head slightly as Iceman held his hands out and unleashed a storm of icy projectiles in her direction. "Unwise..." As the ice arrived at her position, the immediately reversed and fired back towards Iceman, many bursting apart in splinters and shards as they impacted other projectiles still on their way, but he was promptly forced to evade his own ice while Rebel began searching for the box - unfortunately, she had no idea where it went...

TITLE: The Failsafe Acts TAGS: Raiomaru Toshigawa PROFILE: Revision

[Raiomaru Toshigawa]

I got something deep inside of me
Courage is the thing that keeps us free

Here the big man came. Leonid's brow furrowed, his feet planted down and his body tensed. Just as he had expected, the large, metal-clad lad was the frontman of this little crew, a battering ram meant to keep heroes away while they completed their jobs. As far as heavies went, man looked like he was one hell of one too. But, of course, this was nothing that the veteran had not faced a hundred times before. He knew this. Just take the bull by the horns, get this wrecking ball of a man out of the way, and focus on the actual troublemakers here. Easy.

The tackle came charging in and the lion raised his arms, catching Metalhead by the shoulders with the loud thud of metal meeting meat and immediately, Leonid could feel the raw force being exerted on him. His muscles immediately strained, the lion sliding back a few paces but, after a moment to steady himself, he was able to stop Metalhead in his tracks, the two now locked pushing against one another, hands on one another's shoulders, pushing for control. A "Hnngh..!" escaped between gritted teeth, as the aging hero could feel his body giving away. He was giving as much as he could, but he could already recognize that he was not going to be able to win a pure contest of strength between himself and the larger, denser and younger man before him. Needed to get out of this-

Shifting his weight, Leonid threw himself backwards. Being able to direct the push forward that Metalhead was forcing himself, the more experienced hero controlled the momentum of his opponent, throwing him and above, bring Metalhead up, over and back down, landing on his own back as he sent the villain crashing into the pavement behind him. There was a grunt of pain and a stunned moment that the lion would capitalize on, letting go of his grip on the younger man, rolling along the ground and quickly bouncing back to his feet, creating a few steps worth of distance between the two. Normally, Leonid's fighting style was centered on being bigger and stronger than his opponent, overwhelming them with force. Against someone like this fella, though? That was not going to work. Maybe if Leonid had been ten or twenty years younger, but he was not going to be able out-muscle someone in their physical prime in his current state, even if he kept himself in shape. He would have to rely on experience and technique to make up the difference, here.

"Barely felt that." The metallic villain boasted as he pushed himself back up to his feet, hero and villain circling now, a lull as they both prepared themselves for the next clash. "Hafta try harder, old man." And then he rushed forward again, like a raging bull, as Leonid rose his guard and lowered his posture. It wasn't about trying harder, son. The lion thought to himself. It was about fighting smarter.

Wild, metallic swings were sent his way and Leonid bobbed and weaved, ducking out of the few initial strikes before quickly angling his body down and throwing a punch of his own, a clean uppercut that landed flush on the brute's chin. There was a crack, metal warped, and Metalhead was clearly rocked by the hit. Not as rocked as Leonid would have liked however, he had expected that to at least stun the large fella, but instead a metallic arm continued to move, swatting into the veteran's side and sending Leonid flying. He groaned in pain, hit the ground rolling and skidded back to his feet. Hoo... Okay, that hurt. Bruised ribs, probably, and he could feel his knuckles ache from the impact on the metallic warrior's head. He had noticed that something else was going on down by the rest of the robbers, but he hadn't been able to assess any details, being all caught up with his given opponent at the moment. Speaking of which, here he came charging back in already, had to think fast-!

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Kamiya Nadeshiko I shall subvert this unwanted reality and replace it with one of my own design

i am revision, the failsafe Rebel wracked her brain for answers. The box was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't in the truck, it wasn't just invisible, and it certainly wasn't with the new person - hero? - that had showed up, either. Where else could it be?  There was only one other place she needed to check, and that was the armored vehicle, so she rushed off to see if it somehow ended up back where it was before. It didn't make sense, but one could never be too careful. She knew she had to be quick, too. Metalhead was taking longer than she'd like and from a quick glance it wasn't going to be over quick, perhaps not even in her favor. Rebel cursed and hopped into the back of the armored truck to look for the box before it was too late. Iceman wasn't doing much better than Metalhead, either. His attack had been turned back against him, something he'd never experienced before. It had been quite terrifying to say the least and his panic was growing. "R-Rebel! What do I do!?"  But there was no reply. He bit at his fingernails and stared down Revision who began slowly making her way towards him. There wasn't really anything else to do. He knelt down and placed his hands to the pavement. Ice radiated outward, then burst up into a massive ice formation intent on skewering the newcomer but the moment it reached her it vanished like it never existed in the first place. "What..." Iceman didn't have it in him to continue. He could tell he was outclassed. He got to his feet and did the only sane thing that came to mind. He ran. He ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Rebel and Metalhead could deal with that monster.  He ran as fast as he could, but suddenly he was face-to-face with the strange masked woman again. "Huh?" She rammed a fist into his abdomen and he could only speculate at the damage before his mind went blank from shock. Iceman coughed up blood and doubled over, rendered rather unfit to continue. Revision looked down at him and then over at the two fighting on the other side of the armored truck. A hero was already on site. This was not ideal. She raised her phone and sent a quick text message. Send recovery. Problem will be resolved. And so Revision would solve the problem. Rebel hopped out of the back of the truck with the box in her hands and saw that Iceman had been defeated. "Give me the box," Revision demanded. "Hah, no!" Rebel shouted back, but seeing Iceman down was not promising, so she did the next best thing she could.  Rebel placed a hand to the pavement like Iceman did and the entire overpass began to melt and give way. The trucks began sinking, Iceman's fallen body became entirely submerged, and it looked like Revision was going to be going down with it, leaving Rebel and her get away vehicle safe to escape. Revision sighed and reached into her coat with one hand and pulled out a handgun while she sunk like it was a tarpit. "You brought this upon yourself." Revision reset the pavement back to how it was and Rebel back into a standing position. Like Iceman, it caught her off guard, and the bullet slammed into her chest a moment later and rocked her off her feet. It wasn't an imminently lethal shot, but it would put her out of commission for a moment. With Rebel down, Revision restored her bullet back to her handgun and re-holstered it, leaving no evidence of the new crime.  With that taken care of, it left just the hero and Metalhead, but they could keep each other occupied, or so Revision figured - but it was unlikely the morale of the metal man would hold up after his friends fell in battle. It might be enough of an advantage for Leonid to push for a clean win. Revision knelt down and plucked the box from Rebel's hands she she cursed and winced in pain.  "You had your chance," Revision reminded her, then hit her with a taser before restoring her wounds so she didn't bleed out then and there.  With the box recovered, it was time to leave. Anything else could be left to the police - but the contents of that box were not something that her employers wanted in the hands of anyone else.

TITLE: The Failsafe Acts TAGS: Raiomaru Toshigawa PROFILE: Revision