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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The still silence of the air, though once filled with viciousness, now freed from the signs of violence; where there had once been the sounds of bruised flesh and cracked bones now remained a clear victor — Grinta. Though a vigilante making the rounds in rumor, Grinta still chose to anchor herself to the ground level of simple do-gooding wherever she found it possible; for her ideal world, she, too, would need to be readily kind to her greater man. In this instance, her deeds took to a now laid-out ruffian who, for better or worse, chose to make himself a problem for the locals. He was an astonishingly capable one, given his clear lack of connection to a grand organization; a thug who'd taken to demonstrating his ability upon others who'd not fight back. Even for Grinta, he'd left her with a crack across her mask — something the vigilante cursed in benumbed Castellano — though it could not have been more clearly a victory at her behest. "Now fuckin' behave," she'd murmur, leaving the bloodied man. A low growl responded back, though Grinta couldn't grasp its meaning; she'd choose to assume it was acceptance. Besides, even if he did choose to relapse, she was more than equipped to repeat herself as needed (though she'd prefer otherwise). Pulling herself further down the desolate alley, Jackie traced a hand across the side of her neck — moving a hand between her hood — before making a "pop" sound. "Really oughta focus more on makin' gizmos than throwin' hands." The quirk, though manifested and embedded into her cloak's back, chose to speak directly into the vigilante's mind — where she couldn't tune him out. "I can do both." "Can you?" Grinta scratched at her skin. Though she'd prefer to refute the notion, she wasn't yet as capable a fighter as she was a tinkerer; even as was, her quirk and her AI often caught the situation before she did and dragged her to wherever she could be most effective. Though the outcomes often predicated themselves on her ability to defeat an opponent, the process to reach that point wasn't as such. It was frustrating, not even yet being in full control of success — in combat, at least. With a sigh, the vigilante traced a finger along the crack in her mask. "I will." How would she achieve that end, though? She had room to improve her physicality, of course, but what came after that? There would come a point in the inevitable future where her body could go no further — and, when that time found her, what then? What would she be able to do, and what could she even become? "Thinking's 'ard sometimes." "Mm." ✉ tag -- Thea ✎ 458 words ※ Thinkin' can be hard...

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[attr="class","skulloverlap"]How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

[attr="class","skullbody"]Rules never sat well with the Mentat. To her, they were nothing more than the ways in which structures of power fought to maintain themselves. She hated them despite seeing no way forward other than to live and abide by them until she found the gaps she could slip between and do what she felt was right. What all those around her would be unable to do. [break][break]

Patrol assignments were the perfect time for her to exercise her freedom. Turns out it was easy to find incidents when no one could lie to you, even easier to find them when you could simply take the truth from people. It was an invasion of privacy in the worst ways but not something Thea ever paid any mind to when out on the field, or in day-to-day life for that matter. For her to stop and consider it would require her to care about someone. She wasn't the type who cared. Not usually, at least.[break][break]

The school had sent Thea on patrol to show their presence in some rundown prefecture of Tokyo. She already knew the administration intended for her to find some local thugs and report back. She had zero intention of reporting back. So instead, she followed the breadcrumbs to the telltale sounds of violence. By the time she'd arrived, the outcome had already been decided and the mentat could only see as she ran a finger across her mask.[break][break]

Dull clapping echoed through the quiet of the alleyway, muffled as it was by the material wrapped around Thea's hands. It sounded more like a mock punch than the faux applause it was meant to be.[break][break]

"Looks like you did my work for me." She approached slowly. Unlike Grinta, Thea had little in the way of hiding her identity. Her hollow eyes looked over the vigilante once more, committing every detail to memory in case she should need it later. "Now go on," she gestured with her head to indicate the vigilante should leave. "Get stepping before I have to do something you'll regret."[break][break]

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Though her steps continued to carry her down the alley, Grinta's attention rose as the sound of clapping filled the alleyway — or, at least, what Pundit could observe as clapping. Truth be told, the sound that rang was just off slightly, though the vigilante chalked it up to the interloper's garments. Turning back to face the student, Grinta examined the new entrant — though difficult to discern exactly what she was observing, given the mask — staring silently for the briefest of moments. In contrast to Grinta's visage, Mattea was comparably bare, with no efforts made to differentiate herself from a civilian; were they a civilian? No, given the arrogance in their gait, Grinta couldn't imagine them to be one with how they commanded her. They could have been a villain, sure, but if her words were to be interpreted, "her work" could be referring to duties as a hero — but she seemed too young to be a police officer or a fully-fledged hero. So, for the time being, Grinta assumed her to be a student — a mildly irritating one — with whom she held no idea of capacity. Given that she held no notion of motive either, Grinta chose to keep her distance. "I... Alrea'y was?" Though she spoke in query, her intonation (her reaction, really) made discerning it from a statement unclear. If the student hadn't taken the initiative to draw her attention, Grinta would likely have already left the premises by this point, soaring off into the sky. She hadn't made her path unknown, either — an odd situation to be sure, not one the vigilante'd thus encountered. No, in her misadventures, the common demand was "halt," not "flee." "Be'ideas," she'd nod towards the thug who, though he remained conscious, laid bloodied and bruised; at the very least, choosing to be still while in their presence. "'e's awake. If I were shou, given that shou seem law-abi'ing and all, I'd have cops come and pick 'im up — lea't before shou worry too much a'out me." She'd prefer to keep things from spiraling into another brawl; even outside of abilities unknown to her, Grinta'd rather not incur the eyes, let alone the wrath, of U.A. if it could be avoided — regardless of how her bias viewed the character of the girl ahead of her. "Then why aren't ya just leavin'?" Pundit, though he refused to engage in the conversation between perpetrators, wouldn't allow Grinta's train of thought to go unquestioned. "If ya want to leave, then just do it!" "Shut it," she'd think, "I'm too cu'ious to just leave just shet." "...Yer gonna be the death'a us one'f these days." "Don't 'lack off and we won't have a problem." With her left hand adjusting the collar of her cloak, Grinta returned her gaze back to Mattea. "Any more weight shou want to throw around?" ✉ tag -- Thea ✎ 472 words ※ Rules are fun when they work for you, eh?

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[attr="class","skulloverlap"]How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

[attr="class","skullbody"]"Your accent, I like it. ¿De dónde eres?" Thea hadn't expected to hear a familiar accent this far from home. The prospect of it was preposterous to her, and yet, here it was, somehow another Hispanic was roaming the streets this far from home. "<What brings you all the way out here, well, other than this guy,>" she pointed at the man on the ground, "<I can't imagine he was worth the trouble of breaking that pretty mask.>"[break][break]

Thea continued her approach at a leisurely pace. She'd have to deal with the thug regardless of what Grinta had done to him. She considered just wiping his mind or replacing the image of the vigilante with an amalgamation of faces that would lead the police to no one and nowhere. Leading the police or, god forbid, heroes to the the doorstep of a vigilante was not something Thea wanted to participate in. [break][break]

"<I'll take care of him my own way. You don't need to worry, I won't send the cops after you or anything.>"[break][break]

Time stretched out in front of her. From Thea's perspective, she carefully examined her surroundings in search of tracks or signs that someone else was here or a trap waiting to be sprung. From the outside, the mentat's eyes were darting around rapidly. "<So you're alone. Doesn't look like anyone else has been here,>" she said smugly.[break][break]

"<I'm not throwing any weight around; I'm just amused is all. A masked vigilante shows up, does my patrol for me, and she's Latina. I'd heard rumors of vigi activity here but never in my wildest dreams did I think it'd be, well, someone like you.>" Excitement was clear in her voice as she spoke. Already in her mind, Thea was developing a naive kinship towards the vigilante. Though the feeling was part nostalgia for he home, it was also partly her own arrogance that regardless of what this vigilante did, she'd be able to take care of it. Not that she wanted to fight of course; she'd much rather find out why Grinta was here and where the Latina was from. [break][break]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ A first for the Argentine: another who, despite the oceans that parted them, hailed from the Americas — A Latina, at that. For as far as she recalled, not a single soul she'd known hailed from her portion of the world. Plenty from the United States, sure, but none from Latin America; a bizarre, though welcome, change of pace. "Argentina," she'd respond. "<I 'ear it said that our 'peech is simi'ar to Italians — it's called 'melodic' or 'song-like' by some.>" Beyond melody, it became clear that the vigilante's Spanish was unlike Thea's — though similar enough for conversation to be held — and, instead, the dialogue of her home: Castilian Spanish (or as Jackie would put, "Castellano."). And, beyond language, and even beyond intonation, the way the vigilante held herself was lax. Though her visage concealed behind her cloak, it was evident that she stood with weight on her right, and her head tilted just slightly upwards. Her demeanor was much the same, as well. She didn't believe either the student or herself to be itching for conflict — both more interested in finding mutual understanding than fighting, she thought — and, especially for her position, getting into trouble with a student in broad daylight wasn't ideal. And, despite initial impressions, Thea seemed more amiable now with familiarity found between the two. "<But this?>" She'd reach a hand out from her cloak, rubbing a hand against the crack. "<No, I'd 'ave rather cracked it tripping o'er my own feet.>" The still lying man, now more conscious than before — though still just as agonized — yet made a move. But, now, he waited for any chance to escape the scene. "<I'll give 'im this, though.>" Grinta, nodding to the brute, returned her hand to her capote. The man seemed to freeze with his repeated acknowledgment. "<If 'e really wanted to be annoying while 'e lost, 'e succee'ed.>" At the very least, repairing her mask wasn't Herculean in scope. The technology behind it was simple — much more so than her other inventions — and could be done at her next convenience. It would be simpler for her than a fight would be, anyway. Though she supposed operating alone would be a challenge for anyone. "<I find working with most unnecessary. And annoshing, sometimes.>" She already had more than enough voices in her ear with Pundit alone. To add to that, although providing safety in numbers, it would have to change her preferred methods. "<I take shou to be a 'ero 'tudent, shes? I'm sure shou under'tand the trouble others can be.>" Heroes — and ones soon to be — must have been a headache at best. Or, at least, that's how Grinta imagined it. Though their meeting was by chance, Grinta found her curiosity to have been justified. She supposed the question, then, came to her new acquaintance and their place in this. "<In all fairness, thi' area isn't one I frequent; I ju't heard chatter online and figured I'd see for myself."> "<And shou,>" she'd continue, "<going to school 'ere in Japan; shou must be going to U.A., shes? Where do shou come from, and is U.A. worth being awash from 'ome?>" ✉ tag -- Thea ✎ 522 words ※ Frien'? Frien'!

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