[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ From the corners of the once orange skies crept darkness, a shadow poisoning the once brilliant sky with its melancholic blues and blacks; an evening turning to night, as the duties of most were rested again for the morning to follow. For the two key players of tonight, however, dusk was merely the beginning of the game they'd yet to begin. Or, rather, that one yet knew to be brewing. Nebula System Dynamics, or NSD for short: the scene for which the game would take place. As the night grew further and further dominated the sky, those within the building's concrete walls flowed out from the gates, taking to whatever way they preferred — the streets, their own vehicles, or public transport if neither sufficed. Those left behind, however, were those whose duties lied within the late hours of twilight; security. For a facility of technological renown, it was only logical that their security detail prowled the premises, especially when the veil of darkness shrowded those who'd dare intrude. The hours ticked by, as neither intrigue nor concern made itself known. Check-ins between teams occurred along the shift of hours, with their dull dialogues noted between one another before the silence once again fell upon the scene. But now, as the clock stretched further and further towards midnight, and as teams chimed their status, one alone remained radio-silent. "Thirty minutes." Tick, tick, tick. The perpetrator — the one whose presence wrought silence — dragged along the unconscious men who failed to stop her; she was a hooded figure with a visage concealed by an ashen cloak, with only the soft glow of green emanating from their cloak and their neon gaze signifying their identity — Grinta, a vigilante who's presence had grown in recent years. The two left in her wake, now slumped against a near wall and stripped of an access card, hadn't a clue as to her presence until they were blinded by strikes between their eyes; now, though they lay groggily regaining consciousness, the two were gagged and bound whilst their radios laid smashed to their sides. "Get in, get out." The vigilante had eyes aimed at NSD for some time now; more specifically, a piece of technology rumored to be in the works had caught Grinta's notice — a device whose theoretical capabilities would prove useful, both as a framework to expand her knowledge and as a practical tool for her own ends. She initially dismissed the device. Evidence of its production had been sparse, as was to be expected, and even if it was in development, thieving the data would likely have proven more trouble than its worth. Besides, even if it did exist, it wasn't as though its concept was too far from the vigilante's purview. But then, a new piece of leaked data bubbled up to the surface: a self-generating energy source, one whose existence provided the device with the magnetic field necessary to support and navigate itself — though the surrounding components were of minor interest, the true score could be found in that singular piece. If that piece was as rumor told, thought the vigilante, then the reward to be reaped was more than worthy of the potential peril. And so she trekked into the establishment, entering through a sidepath just beside where she'd left the two guards (who still twisted in their restraints). Now, the game could truly begin. ✉ tag -- Yuma Orion ✎ 564 words ※ Let the game begin!

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[Yuma Orion]

YumaKyuubiOrion

I COULD HAVE BEEN A HERO IF ONLY YOU'D GIVEN ME A CHANCE

This does not add up. Yuma was as per usally, at his post, looking at screens and checking the movements and shifts of their colleagues. All was going like the usual, and it seemed it was going to be yet another shift where little happened. Shame he had to cover the night rounds this time, he would have more than liked being outside smacking some criminals.

A light blinked around on the monitor, causing the fox-mutant to throw his feet of off the table to lean in and get a better loop. He saw a security badge entering an area that should not be within its prospected patrol route. Perhaps the guy had found something and was investigating. Yuma would none the less follow protocol and get ready to bolt the moment the alarms would sound.

Security badges were hardcoded to the shifts people took. They were allowed to deviate from their route of course, but only for a limited amount of time, not to mention that there were still restricted places not even security could access without reason. If that badge that was moving around outside of its patrol route had been stolen by a would be thief, the alarm would immediately sound the moment it was used again in an area it shouldn't be in. Other people were covering the entire place, so there was no need for two teams to patrol the same corridor and leave a place unguarded. Not to mention that the higher floors were restricted even further. NSD knew how to keep their bleeding edge tech safe. They weren't in cahoots with DARPA for nothing.

Settling his bulletproof vest on and grabbing his knife, Yuma turned around to look at the monitor. Yep, another door was opened outside of route. By the third that badge would intersect another patrol route. Yuma hummed. Never say never, but the entire building was about to switch into lockdown. He could feel it. Like a huntch.

Not the first time a small time thief tried to sneak in unannounced.

@jakie

Quirk: Transformation (A) - Copy people/quirks by ingesting their blood.
Awareness: C Dexterity: C Strenght: C Speed: C Presence: C Constitution: C
Knife Fighting: C-

[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Grinta was no fool — just like any other establishment of the same vein, the vigilante came prepared for the security measures put into place, studying her targets for weeks on end before ever making a move. When presented with the opportunity, Grinta would never waste a moment picking apart her target; no, she would learn everything necessary to understand her prey, striking their vitals and vanishing just as quickly as she'd arrived. Passing through the second door — using the security badge of the second guard, after having already spent the first's — Grinta tucked away the cards into her cloak. She had no more use for them at this leg of her efforts. She could have begun with her quirk as her means of infiltration, or have even combined it with her guardian AI's abilities — which, even at its current stage, matched up to what most considered the human limit — but this method provided even just slightly more of a benefit. "Least by using those two cards, even if those guards manage to free themselves, they won't have the means to get inside." "Ain't that only gonna slow 'em down if they do get outta yer bindings? You've already tied 'em up, so why worry 'bout a safeguard that's so minimal by comparison?" "It's be''er to 'ave a safeguard than not have one at all. Besides, that could be a whole few minutes of extra time — pretty critical if shou ask me." "I guess. Gotta be quick either way, though." "Be'ides, it's just ever-so-'lightly fa'ter to use two cards than using shou to breach every single door." Summoning another one of her familiars, Pundit's form would embed into the next access port, moving through its mechanisms and software to open the next door. As she waited for her quirk to perform as intended, the vigilante would stretch her arm up, groaning slightly as she stretched. "Criosho," she'd murmur aloud, "we're going to confront that nest group, shes? The timing has them coming here if I recall the schedule." "Yes, Lady Grinta." The AI, speaking into the vigilante's earpiece, was stored both outside of the premises and remotely on her equipment itself. Though they maintained contact with their outside resources at this level of security, Grinta was sure their connection with the outside would falter as they progressed — at that point, she could only hope her AI would recall all it needed to. "Once Pundit is finished, they should be on your right." "Don't forget to match shour move'ents with mine." "When have I ever been one to fail my prime directive?" "No clue; guess shou should thank shour creator for being such a genius, eh?" "My creator already knows how thankful I am." "Hm... Nicely played, nicely played," she'd chuckle as she watched the door before her slid open, with the appendage of her quirk disappearing. Darting out from her pathway, she'd immediately lunge for whoever the first man in the lead was, utilizing the flight granted to her by her quirk to move at her absolutely strongest — with a thrust kick hoping to incapacitate her mark right from the jump. Now, how would the game proceed? ✉ tag -- Yuma Orion ✎ 524 words ※ Floor 1: Begin

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[Yuma Orion]

YumaKyuubiOrion

I COULD HAVE BEEN A HERO IF ONLY YOU'D GIVEN ME A CHANCE

The first man went down. But the second was quick on their reactions, third too. They immediately reached for their radio and an alarm started blaring at the press of a button. Tha was all Yuma needed to get out of his post and down on the stairs towards the thing he most likely knew was the intruder.

Go time baby.

The fox literally slid down the railing and rolled into the door as it opened. How nice of him to upgrade his card with a RFID so that it would automatically ping and open stuff for him during emergencies. Then again, he was one of the few supposed to just rush down the bad guys and take them in.

From the looks of it, he arrived just in time, seeing as he had to duck under a flying guard being launched further down the corridor. Ah. A quirk user. Of course. Well the police was notified and the Hero Association would soon send one of their village idiots there too. Still, he could have a little fun until that time was up.

"Hey there! How nice of you to join us tonight." He shouted at the weird... lady he guessed? He didn't care too much what they were, at the end of the day they were an intruder now under arrest. "How about you drop on your knees with your hands up before I make you do so myself?" He challenged, knife in hand and at the ready.

He knew it would never be that easy. Never is.

Jackie Maradona

Quirk: Transformation (A) - Copy people/quirks by ingesting their blood.
Awareness: C Dexterity: C Strenght: C Speed: C Presence: C Constitution: C
Knife Fighting: C-