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Post by junko on Aug 5, 2023 19:16:03 GMT
Junko wasn't the sort to sit around and do things quietly. She could hear movement back in the hallway. Boots, sets of them, moving to the obvious entrances, leaving her with a few moments to figure out what she wanted to do.
Well, she knew what she WANTED to do. But "fly into the mass of them arms flailing and come out victorious" wasn't very realistic as a battle plan.
With a couple quick kicks, she sent a jumble of toppled tables in front of two of the doors, picking up a table and carrying it over to the third, walking so as not to immediately give herself away. And as bullets hailed through all three doors immedaitely prior to two pairs smashing into blocked entries, the third pair burst through- and promptly went flying back the other way as Junko swung the table edge-first like a blunted sword, smashing the shield and sending the pair tumbling back the way they came.
To the other two pairs, the scene got even stranger as the two who'd been struck struggled to get up- only to get plowed straight through the wall behind them as a supervisor's desk smashed into them and introduced them to a new room entirely!
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Post by junko on Aug 5, 2023 18:48:18 GMT
There was more than one approach to skating. Callisto had one. Have fun, be brave, chill and relax.
Then there was Junko's take.
Music blared in her headphones as she exploded into movement, her chains rolling through a slit cut into the heel of her boots, leaving her seeming like she had some extremely stylish combat-boot styled roller blades as she shot into the park, weaving around other skaters without interfering with them. She was a fixture here, and by now the regulars knew to just ignore her presence and trust that she'd avoid their trajectories as she zoned out and SENT it.
She COULD have cheated. She could skate up walls and across ceilings, but here, she declined, playing by the same rules as everyone else as she whipped up halfpipes, curled back down into grinds, twisted and pirouetted on the blades, breaking the rules of physics only to skate up onto the rafters and dangle, chains bit into the metal to hold her as she pulled out a water bottle and opened the nozzle with her teeth, sucking down a mouthful and pushing the nozzle shut with her tongue to keep it from leaking when it left her mouth.
She didn't know everyone here, but she knew a lot of them. Good dudes, even the ones that weren't. This was where it was at. Life and freedom. No corporate wage slavery, no oppressive police presence, just movement and skill and enthusiasm.
Everything else could go fuck itself.
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Post by junko on Aug 5, 2023 18:38:56 GMT
"That's it. I ain't here for you, boy. You're just workin' joes like the rest of us. Unlike this motherfucker. THIS motherfucker right HERE?" Junko roared as she raced in to clash with the asshole losing his cool- and howled as red splash exploded out with the liquid metal she was shedding.
"CLEARLY drank the KOOLAID!!!"
The chainclad punk was already moving to swing a mailed boot across Cog's temple to knock him out as the voice called down to her. "Eh?! Oh, nah. He's just a mook, end of the day. A stupid one buyin' into his boss's hype, but still just a mook." She thumbed at the disarmed crowd. "Y'all can collect his ass and drag it to the hospital if ya want. Or just call in a villain attack if y'don't feel like gettin' involved. Whatever's clever, brevver."
She called out as she marched to the base of one of the loading cranes and peered out into the water, gauging distance and angles. "What's a big shot like you doin' slummin' it down here? Don't get me wrong, I'm fuckin' flattered y'even know my name, but- gimme a sec, it's gonna be LOUD," she added, chains groaning as she revved them up and slammed them into the support beams at the base of the crane, tearing away the inferior material in sparks and splats of molten slag. It took a moment or two, but she broke down the support enough that the crane's weight buckled the beam, sending it leaning towards- over- through the damnable ship she'd come to wreck, sending a clear message to the corporation, and the businesses willing to support them.
That message being "fuck off", naturally.
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Post by junko on Jul 30, 2023 5:11:53 GMT
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Post by junko on Jul 27, 2023 21:06:24 GMT
"Show yourself! Settle this now you little witch!"
"You hear that, boys? Your boss doesn't even care that you're getting thrown around like ragdolls."
Chainlink's voice rang clarion clear as she walked around the corner from behind one of the storage containers.
"That really the sort of guy who deserves your loyalty? Your fuckin' blood?"
No gunfire ensued.
"Didn't think so."
Screeching in rage, Cog erupted towards Chainlink, forming a massive arm out of liquid metal as he swung at her.
Junko's chains ratcheted as she switched gears, the links biting into the concrete to stabilize her as the whine of the transmission dropped into a grinding growl- and she met the titanic fist with her own in a brutally noisy clang of metal on metal! The chains kept whirring, though, and liquid metal splattered in all directions as Junko drove her screaming chains deeper into the gutted metal, trying to find his fist and wrench against his wrist to force him onto his knees!
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Post by junko on Jul 27, 2023 7:57:53 GMT
"LEGENDARY? D'aww, you're gonna make me blush, buddy." Junko threw right back. "But hey, maybe I was wrong. Maybe y'all ARE getting paid enough to throw in for a buncha soulless corporate sharks. Everyone's got their price, ri-"
Without waiting to even finish her quip, Chainlink revved her chains, the links screeching in high pitch as the RPMs shot through the roof and catapulted her behind a set of shipping containers as gunfire unleashed, too late, to track her startlingly fast movements. She hadn't been going particularly quickly when she'd been wreaking havoc, but now she'd picked up dramatic speeds as she shot out of view!
More than once, the gunmen tried to relocate to get a bead on her, but it seemed like every time one rounded a corner, they came flying back the other way on the wrong end of a lariat as one of Junko's chainclad arms released their neck and slung them into a skid back towards their fellows as she disappeared back into the crates. From her vantage point, Ishtar could see Chainlink's relationship with gravity was tenuous at best, and she defied their expectations by skating up and across and over the shipping crates they thought they had her pinned between.
"COME ON, chum! Time to EARN THAT CHECK! Weren't you just rattling on about killzone this and payday that?! Where's all that GOOD TALK NOW, HUH?!"
As a professional, Ishtar could likely see that a properly trained hero could probably overcome her total lack of combat SKILL- but the sheer utility of her quirk's offensive and defensive applications let her pure gumption carry her past the best efforts of the rank and file security gunmen as they tried and failed to earn their paychecks, almost from chaos alone!
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Post by junko on Jul 27, 2023 4:54:53 GMT
Of the things that could be said about the corporate terrorist known as Chainlink, one stood out as simply inapplicable. It was purely impossible to posit that the woman didn't know how to make an entry.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgZAXNiOse8
Maybe she'd been napping in a nook or cranny of the machine waiting for the arrival of the cargo ship. Maybe she was just sneaky enough to get past everyone. Or maybe... no, no it was definitely the first one. Chainlink was utterly without subtlety in approach or execution, a wild card propelled metaphorically and literally by luck of the genetic draw when it came to a suitable quirk.
Overhead, one of the loading cranes screeched as sparks showered down, heralding the arrival of the titanium typhoon as she exploded into motion, her cheap coat's tattered edge's streaming behind her like frayed wings as she shot across the boom of the crane- and into open space, drawing immediate fire from the automatic weapons of the security team below- with what few sprayed bullets connected simply rebounding into netherwhere with a flash of sparks off girding chains as she spiralled around the boom to the underside, skating just as easily along the underbelly of the crane as its top, launching herself off the boom towards-
A massive shower of sparks triggered as a massive metal bolt seemed to appear in flight, smashing her out of the air and sending her careening to the ground below, her landing shredded a lengthy stretch of concrete into a trenched crater, around which the goons rushed to form up while a groan came from inside the dust cloud.
"Anybody.. .get the license plate'a that... hardware store? Faaaaack me, that stung." Outta the rubble came the leather and chrome-clad Chainlink, her oni-toothed cloth mask still covering her mouth as she waved away concrete dust from the air around her as the security agents howled for her to surrender. The chains covering her body beneath her clothing shifted, ground a little as they chewed up the gravel stuck in their links.
"C'mon, boys. You're not gettin' paid enough for this."
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Post by junko on Jul 23, 2023 3:20:20 GMT
Junko gritted her teeth behind the wall of chains guarding her from the world as she saw the guns leveled her way. In her head, she'd seen herself storming past the mooks and diving into the horde of gunmen before they could get a bead, but that clearly wasn't how this story was gonna go.
Even as she had the thought, the clatter of gunfire, ricocheting bullets, and incoming commands and commanded filled her ears as the gunfire drove her back. The handguns popped her shoulders back in pings and clacks, while the impending automatic fire promised much worse than broad bruises and noise. Chains screeching loudly, she hurled herself to the ground as the chains tore her out of sight into a room to the side.
Automatic fire shredded the air overhead as it punched through the walls, leaving the mooks in the hallway alone as the chains roared, as something crunched ominously, as-
Junko erupted from one of the walls at ground level, grabbing the automatic gunner by the ankle as he screamed, smashing a hole in the wall along the floor and dragging him howling out of sight. A moment later, a loud crunch sounded, and his crumpled, stained helmet slid back into view, leaving the mooks stunned for a moment.
Until commands started to rain on them. "SPREAD OUT! Find her! Don't just stand around and get picked off, idiots!"
Rats. She'd actually thought that would work for a second.
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Post by junko on Jul 18, 2023 4:16:10 GMT
It was easy enough to find the battlefield.
It was NOISY.
In the hallways between Junko's entrance and the boardroom, her path had become choked by REAL guards. Not the toothless security idiots paid to wander around with flashlights. The gun-toting, vested soldiers on payroll to merk anything trying to bring anything resembling a threat to bear against their employers.
The front line formed up into a line of riot shields as demanding shouts for surrender came from behind them, all of them aimed at the girl in the studded leather jacket, ripped jeans, and defiant oni face mask, the cloth grinning that toothy, demonic grin towards them.
"Surrender?! I JUST BROKE IN, IDIOTS."
In a heartbeat, her chains squealed and hurled her facefirst into the line of shields, where she threw her hands up onto the edges of the one to either side of the third in the cented, the chains on her hands screaming as they ratcheted into high gear and DEVOURED the clear shields, splintering and shattering the shields as she brought her hands down through them like chainsaws, before the howl of her chains turned into a low, hungry roar- and she slammed a foot into the third shield and sent him flying straight back into the gunners behind him as the chains covered her body as she screamed defiance in their faces.
"COME ON, THEN!"
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Post by junko on Jul 18, 2023 4:01:47 GMT
As the wind blasted out from the wrecked control booth, Junko yielded a step nervously. "Yo, uh. Hey, we're cool, right? I made sure I didn't go too wild on ya. You're... not, like, mad... right?"
Take the blame? Junko flashed a thumbs up. "Sure! I mean, I was plannin't'take the rap for it, just not. Y'know. Get arrested in the process..." Her eyes flicked to the sword as it crashed through the concrete. That- probably wasn't great. Bracing herself, Junko's body was abruptly covered in full-body chain "mail", her arms lifted to guard her head.
The punching stance was weird.
The sudden vanishing of all that radical, flaring energy was weirder.
The corny name w-
THe next thing Junko knew was that she was ass-first into the wall of the building behind the warehouse. She felt toasted and bruised all over, and her chains were literally smoking. She toppled forwards, skidding wildly as she fought for her footing, coughing as she waved her hand through the vapor surrounding her.
"God... DAMN."
Then she saw what was left of the warehouse.
"GOD. DAYUM!!!"
Junko whistled approvingly at the absence of the latter half of the facility, nodding to herself. "Respect, Deedee, Respect. You got a hell of a punch. And I'll be honest. I can't take another whallop like that. So I'm gonna go ahead and give-"
Her chains screeched as she pivoted in the spot and dove face-first through the impact crater in the wall her ass-end had created.
"-running-away-a-chance-thanks-for-the-haaaaaaaaand!"
There were a couple crackling crumbles of drywall. A handful of startled shrieks. And a distant tinkle of glass and some honking horns. "YOU watch it!" came distantly back through the wrecked wall as the rattling screech of Junko's chains as she beat a hasty retreat sounded back into the wreckage.
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Post by junko on Jul 9, 2023 21:45:26 GMT
Huge letters proclaiming NAKAHARA DEVELOPMENT DIVISION were sprawled in perfect corporate font over the sides of the trailers on the front end of the work site eating away at the edge of the forest where a certain beast made his home. The site had, previously, been home to a campground that had clearly delineated paths for vehicles and campsites, and aside from one inoccuous hiking trail, hadn't led to much if any encroachment on the territory or hunting grounds of the resident kaiju.
The new owners were nowhere near as willing to live and let live.
A full acre had already been clearcut, with the property's legal edges delineated with stakes and plastic ribbon, eating half a kilometer into the edges of the local hunting grounds. The owners had been forced out by sabotage, crushed and discarded to make way for some pointless development or another.
The owners had also been friends of a certain skate freak, and seeing the elderly couple come home, beaten into submission by corporate nonsense, had put the development on Junko's radar in the worst way.
"MOOOOOOTHEEEEEEER FUCKERS!"
The chain-wrapped form of Junko exploded into one end of one of the trailers and out the other moments later, pivoting to shove a hand wrapped in howling, grinding chains and drag it along the thin metal siding, slicing one side of it slowly in half, leaving it to crumple and bend inwards as the supports were chewed to pieces.
"NOBODY WANTS YOUR SHITTY CAR DEALERSHIP, ASSHOLES! I KNOW YOU GOT CAMERAS! VACATE THE FUCKING PREMISES AND RETURN IT TO THE PREVIOUS OWNERS OR NEXT STOP IS NAKAHARA CORPORATE!" She howled, grabbing the heavy CRT monitor out of the wreckage and hurling it into a security camera. "NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE! FUCK OFF!"
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Post by junko on Jul 9, 2023 21:34:46 GMT
Nakahara Financial's corporate headquarters was like so many other similar buildings around Shinjuku. Ground floor largely surrounded by glass in a literally transparent attempt to broadcast sincerity and openness, while the goings on above the ground floor were hidden behind tinted windows and drawn blinds. In fact, the offices where the real decisions for the business took place were tucked away, disguised within the block of windowless building that served as the primary intake for the building's ventilation systems.
There were more than a few reasons why a contract might be put out on the upper levels of Nakahara management. Crossed lines, backstabbed partners, shorted deals, all of which were off the books and without legal recourse.
And absolutely none of those reasons were why a leather-clad, chrome-accented hooligan was currently screeching her way through open air off the observation deck of a taller building towards the glass windows of a conference room one floor below that fortress of an office block.
The glass smashed as the chain-clad figure impacted it, sending her into the conference room in a hail of broken glass and an immediate howl of alarms. Junko peered out from behind the chains armoring her body beneath the cheap clothing she'd snatched as a disposable way to maintain the aesthetics of her villainous persona and immediately charged into the hallways of the building, bulling her way past the unarmed security of the regular floors of the building in search of a way to get up into the concrete fort one floor above her- completely unaware of just who else might be here to settle some business tonight...
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Post by junko on Jul 9, 2023 21:12:49 GMT
Junko's chains screeched against Gran Mal, sparks flying everywhere as Junko slammed into the wall of metal and careened off it undaunted, whipping around to find Deidran hurling towards her with that massive weapon in tow!
Grinning, the vandal's chains roared, the grinding dropping from a high-pitched shriek to a growling rumble as they pivoted from RPM to torque, and as she closed the distance and swung that titanic blade at Junko-
-the concrete floor shattered as Junko caught it. The weapon's momentum smashing into the chains, halted by Junko's startling new level of strength and pulverizing the floor beneath her as she grinned wildly at Deidran!
To her, this was going great. Extra property damage, and she didn't have to mutilate the sympathetic hero. She was a moron- after all, she WAS working for these dweebs, in some capacity- but Junko's bloodlust wasn't blind or undirected. In fact, the only people she wished actual harm on were the ones at the top, willing to crush the life out of the people and society she cherished to feed their pockets and drip feed their workers just enough to keep them squeezing.
Rather than aim for any actual harm, Junko lifted one chainbooted foot and aimed to Sparta-kick Deidran backwards, intending to slam her heel into the hero's armor and send her flying back into something fragile and valuable! Like that control shack!
"I gotta say, it is SUPER impressive that you lug around that big-ass chopper! Is that what you got going for you as a hero? Some sorta way to ignore physics and whip around giant hunks-a metal? Come on, Deedee, you can tell me!"
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Post by junko on Jun 30, 2023 5:39:51 GMT
Junko rolled her eyes as he retorted, flapping her fingers as he defended himself. "Yeah, yeah, it's super harmless being in love with having bilked so many people of proper wages that you can fund a lavish lifestyle that could keep hundreds of people properly housed and fed. There is no intersection between "ethical" and "rich," my dude. If you got shit-tons of money, it's because you took it from someone else."
Long pause.
"Or you're a counterfeiter, in which case you're shitting on the little guy by fueling inflation, so either way, rich people are scumbags, full stop." She led the way, and shrugged. "Okay, okay, that's fair. Next time I'll, like. Go for a kneecap or something? I'll figure it out."
She blinked as her painkillers vanished, shrugged, and shook two more into her hand to take herself. "See, now you're being reasonable. I got you, dude. Maybe just this once, but unless you turn up in a few weeks with a black card and a Masi, water under the bridge works just fine for me. Now come on. I wanna make some eggs for the noodles."
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Post by junko on Jun 30, 2023 2:28:14 GMT
Junko stared at the kid for a moment before growling loudly, her chains grinding slowly to chime in, before tossing him over to the shallows by shore. "Fuck, dude, you can't just SAY shit like that then. Nobody with a brain wanders around and yells "I sure do love the po-leese" if they don't mean it. Shit gets your face kicked in." She slogged through the water back to shore, and plunked down next to him. "... sorry about that shit. Lead with that next time, alright? Coulda gone real bad if I was having a worse night."
She fished around in her jacket and thumbed open a bottle of OTC painkillers, tossing two into her hand and holding it out towards him, animosity forgotten. "Sorry about dragging you into the river. I know some good dry cleaners who'll clean that up for you so you can bilk some more dumb assholes some other night."
She pocketed the pills and shoved to her feet. "Come on, doofus. Let's get you a towel and some decent ramen. It's instant, but it ain't cup noodles. Got the chili oil packet and everything. I'll spring for a couple hours at one of those privacy booths so you can nap while you wait for your suit to get dry cleaned. But only if you move your ass, you feel me? I got more asses to kick before I call it quits for the night. HOPEFULLY much more deserving asses."
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