[Bakiri Retsu]

Retsu closed her eye and used her right shoulder and left hand to cover her ears when their assailant triggered the trap. Even so the blast echoed through the room and disoriented her for several valuable seconds. She didn't let it stop her, forcing her eye open and prepping to throw her second flashbang.

So slow. LDG was moving so slow. She'd tossed her weapon out, sure, but it took her so long to get moving that the assailant was able to use her quirk to somehow bring Firebrand back from the dead and use him as a shield. Retsu let out a sharp hiss. She'd never heard of anyone being brought back from the dead even after fifty years of all manner of weird powers being a thing. Her stomach dropped.

They were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. There was no other way to put it. 

If this woman could not only tank all her explosives on the way here without a scratch but also pull shit like this what else could she do? Did it even matter? Whatever it was happened to be way, waaay above their paygrade. She couldn't think of a single way to beat a monster like that. They had to run and they had to do so yesterday.

By the time her mind caught up to her actions the flashbang was soaring halfway across the room and she was running out the door right behind LDG. The moment after it went off she did something she knew was dumb and pointless. She stopped running and peered through the small round window in the door. The woman was just standing right there no worse for wear, not even the slightest bit worse for wear.

Fuck.

Retsu booked it down the stairs two and at times even three steps at a time, her gun aiming behind her the entire time ready to fire the moment she saw anything move. Her other hand reached into her bag and pulled out a smoke grenade. Pulling the pin out with her teeth she let it drop on one of the platforms where the stairs turned direction without slowing down for even a second. She didn't think it'd do much but she had to do something.

"El, screw the chopper. We're gunna have to take our chances. Get the fook back to the boat!"

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Tags: Revision Bakiri Retsu

[Revision]

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

i am revision, the failsafe As Retsu made her way down the stairs, LDG ducked into an "alleyway" between some of the shipping containers and then peeked back out, waving towards Retsu to signal she should join her and take cover. Fortunately, the smoke grenade would provide some cover for their escape, but they would undoubtedly need to cross back over to the other side, and getting through the maze of containers might not be easy. "What the hell is that up there?!" LDG squawked. "That can't be normal..." Yeah, yeah, getting to the boat was all well-and-good, but LDG was clearly not thinking properly. She was focused on just surviving, not necessarily escaping. Retsu at least had the right thoughts. "The boat? R-right... the boat." LDG nervously slapped some more gum into her mouth and rapidly chewed it.  "I think it's this way," LDG replied and turned towards the opposite end of the ship. She scurried along the edge of the container and then peered around the corner, looking left and right like she was crossing the street. "Yeah, this is -" And then she just vanished without a word. Gone, as if she had never been there. Gone, as if she had been erased from existence. Retsu was alone... The helicopter circled above, fires raged on the opposite end of the ship from the explosives that went off earlier, and the ship itself creaked and groaned as the waves rocked the aging craft.  For several minutes, Retsu was able to move about on her own, seeking safety, a route to escape, and then without warning, she was back on the bridge, face-to-face with Revision. LDG was lying nearby, handcuffed and apparently unconscious, likely thanks to the stun baton the woman carried.  "Welcome back," Revision greeted her in a coy tone. "It's time for a chat..."

TITLE: So, About that Plan... TAGS: Sonya Chernovna PROFILE: Revision

[Bakiri Retsu]

Four.

The big number of death, the amount of people they’d come here with and the dimension that was the source of her woes. Or at least so she was starting to assume as she raced across the deck. It'd taken much too long for her liking but now all the pieces were starting to come together into a jigsaw puzzle of Retsu's own making.

See, Retsu knew she wasn't exactly the most educated kid on the block but she'd picked some stuff up along the way and seeing LDG pop out of existence like she'd never been there had set her mind ablaze, thoughts racing through her head like a horse with firecrackers tied to its tail, -and hadn't that been fun a fun night out- all over the place yet somehow arriving at the water barrel that'd let it douse the hot mess she'd gotten herself into. She realized the metaphor fell apart somewhere along the way but frankly she didn't have the capacity to care. That would take too much energy. The counter in her head gradually ticked up as she pushed the stray thought down. She had to make use of every single second she had if she wanted to get out of here alive.

Having LDG vanish on her instead of taking the dinky boat alongside Retsu herself had begun to put the idea into her head -which in Retsu's opinion was the most useful thing that bitch had done all day- but what really settled it was retracing her own steps and nearly stumbling right into one of her own mines.

A mine she was confident she'd heard go off not too long ago. Really, it's probably that thought that set the wheels in motion. LDG hadn't helped for shit, Retsu would refuse to acknowledge such a thing.

The further along she went on her way back to the weapons cache the more intact mines she found, reminding her of an explanation a drunken colleague had once tried to impress her with in a bar. Fucker hadn't even set foot in the field yet thought he was the hottest shit around, sitting behind his cobbled together -or improved as he called it- laptop and editing security camera footage to cover their tracks after a robbery one frame at a time. 

The way he'd explained it to her was that everything had three dimensions. Up and down, forward and backward and left and right. With just those however, everything was still. An object couldn't be in two places at the same time so any motion was impossible and reality would be little more than a picture. Which didn't make that much sense to her to be honest since pictures were flat not 3D but then again the eggheads rarely talked in anything other than riddles. The important part of his explanation though was the dimension with the next number.

Four. 

Like a flip book it was what turned all of the still slices of reality into the illusion of movement, which really didn't make sense to her either but she sorta got it. Drunk prick had gotten all fancy about it too, explaining that by messing with the footage he was basically 'changing the past' and 'editing reality itself'. Something about trees being silent if they didn't fall near him. She didn't remember the exact line but it made even less sense than the rest of his explanation.

She didn't dwell on it, counting each second in her head and lamenting at the fact that it was taking her so long to get to her destination. Especially since she occasionally had to deactivate mines instead of simply running past them, generally wasn't a great idea to get in front of the ones with motion detectors after all. Maybe she could've found a faster route around them but for all that the mines were in one piece again the smoke grenades she'd tossed down the side paths hadn't gotten the same treatment. In the end that was the final puzzle piece that let her finalize her theory.

For all that her incredibly unimpressive colleague had bullshitted about his 'reality control' he was still limited completely to a single thing. The camera's point of view. Sure, he could take empty frames and use them to replace the ones they were visible in but if the camera hadn't recorded anything he could use he'd be shit out of luck. Retsu didn't think her opponent labored under the same restriction, after all she hadn't exactly been in the room alongside them to see Firebrand go down, but there had to be something. Nothing worked perfectly.

The mines had been reset yet the smoke was still floating. Firebrand got brought back but LDG's candy wasn't stopped. The flashbang she'd tossed right after hadn't been reverted either. No, the woman had waited until after it'd gone off to do whatever the hells it was that let her just stand there unscathed. Honestly looking back on it Retsu would've probably lost the moment she peered back through the door's inset window if the woman's quirk relied on vision. She was pretty sure she had the weaknesses figured out now though.

The quirk could only affect one thing at a time and had a cooldown period before it could be used again. There was no other reason LDG, the quirker and probably biggest threat of the two according to the super powered freaks, would be joinked back but not she herself as well. Not to mention that they were clearly outmatched, if the smoke cloud with all its widely spread particles hadn't been something that gave the woman pause she could've just given chase and taken them down. 

Yeah, Retsu was confident her opponent could only 'edit' one thing at a time and honestly, that seemed like a pretty good way for her to handle things as well. First things first she had to take down the helicopter before Doctress Who once again set her sights on taking lil ol' Retsu down. The seconds rapidly turned to minutes and time kept ticking away as Bakuretsu finally reached the stash and frantically searched for what she needed.

Three twenty one. She opened another crate finding boxes full of ammo and tipped it over to search the one below it. Three thirty two. Slinging a holster with a big gun in it over her shoulder alongside several belts of ammo she cracked open another crate and found several lengthy boxes. Three forty four. Slotting the warhead into the RPG she carelessly stuck two more into her half open bag keeping them within easy reach. Three fifty seven. Stepping out of the container she raised her head to spot the heli. Three fifty eight. The RPG came up, her squinting eye looking at the chopper through its scope. Three fifty nine. She reached for the trigger as she inhaled.

Four.

She was back inside the bridge. Balancing herself mid-step as she reappeared in the midst of running for the door her stomach dropped and with it the Scorpion in her hands, the loud clatter of it hitting the ground sounding like a gong announcing her defeat. Her eye lost its light and she finished her exhale as a sigh as she took in the scene.

"Yeah, ah reckon so." She replied tonelessly. "What're y'r terms?"

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Tags: Revision Bakiri Retsu

[Revision]

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

i am revision, the failsafe "Terms?" Revision asked as she looked the scruffy, one-eyed woman over. "I believe this was a bit of a misunderstanding." "Someone sent you here to steal some things that didn't belong to them," She gestured towards the woman lying unconscious on the floor. "I suspect at least one of you knows who they are, or has some way of contacting them. So, I am going to find out who." Revision slowly circled around Retsu so she could wander towards the center of the bridge. "They are the one that I am after, because they clearly have information they shouldn't. You lot, on the other hand, are just unfortunate stooges sent in their place." "So, as long as everything is where it should be, nothing is missing, and anything that is missing is returned to where it belongs, I think we can put this behind us without any further complications," Revision turned back to Retsu and smiled. "You, however, proved rather resourceful tonight. Would you be interested in considering a job more worthy of your time? It would certainly be better than vying for scraps in the underworld."

TITLE: So, About that Plan... TAGS: Bakiri Retsu PROFILE: Revision

[Bakiri Retsu]

The light in Retsu's eyes returned so fast it was a wonder it hadn't given her whiplash. She was wrong and she'd never been so happy to be mistaken. Time? A single object? Who knew and who cared? The important part was that from what Retsu had experienced one did not refrain from making demands unless they weren't nearly as secure in their position of strength as they tried to seem. Only if pushing too far might result in a fight that they weren't confident about. Retsu had to push down a grin. 

Whatever restrictions her opponent had labored under no longer mattered. She was confident the woman was all out of steam. If she decided to push this issue, to refrain from engaging in conversation and go in guns blazing instead Retsu was almost a hundred percent sure she'd win. The devil is in the details however and the 'almost' was not something she wanted to risk before she'd explored her other options. After all, while she has much to lose she may just have much more to gain.

"Well shit, old man. Ah ain't gettin' paid enough to deal with this. Sounds like whether or not y'r gonna shut up or not'll be y'r problem ta deal with." Retsu kindly informed Firebrand, none too subtly giving away that he's the one Revision needed. Whether he was conscious enough to hear her or not wasn't something she paid any attention to. She briefly considered trying to figure out a way to put some of the blame on LDG as well before discarding the idea. Wasn't worth being caught lying for.

Especially since a few more things were starting to come together in her mind. It was clear that this company had no intention of stopping their shipments and if her hunch was right and they were the ones supplying the Akimichi family before their sudden demise they were down a distributor. She briefly humored the thought that this entire thing was a ploy to draw her here so they could secure a new one before discarding the idea. That would be a lot of effort for very little gain not to mention a lot that could've gone wrong. No, following that train of thought only lead to madness, much better to focus on the practicalities. Putting 'her' gun down on the bridge's control panel as if just noticing she still had it in hand she shrugged but did little more than narrow her eye at the implied insult.

"Well, ain't exactly scraps ah'm vyin' foh but sure, ah'll hear ya out." Retsu replied while casually leaning up against the controls, coincidentally keeping her arm close to where she'd put down the gun a moment earlier. "Ah happened ta see y've got a bunch of stuff down below that y'r probably not gonna be able to cash out on legally. Now, ya might not'a heard but ah've got me a pretty good network built up on the mainland. Ah reckon we could 'elp each other out there, among other things."

She said while trying to seem disinterested enough to make it look like adding this amount of weaponry to her distribution network wouldn't be a big deal. Her eye stayed fully focused on Revision all the while gauging her reactions the entire time. While she would never admit it Retsu was a bit out of her ballpark negotiating with a group or company as influential as the one Revision was clearly a part of.

"But ah digress. Let's get some solid ground under our feet first. Ah know dis place that has the best fookin' drinks around, mah treat."

She'd figure it out. One way or another she'd find a way to come out on top, no matter what the future brings.

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✓ This was a fun read, and rather long! Good job you both. [break][break]

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