The Oasis Lounge exposed Rhea to all kinds of criminality, and on a few occasions she did see the aftermath of a deal gone wrong or a hit in the alleyways. The brutality of it all made her sick, but in a manner it reminded Rhea of a Roman emperor who ate poison to build up an immunity. This situation was no different.

She still couldn't help but feel nauseous as she put the gun away, beginning to step out of the alley at a brisk pace. "Money poorly spent. Not only does alcohol cloud your judgement, I also don't drink." This was a lie, but this woman didn't need to know that. As she walked she looked at her hand, noticing a slight buildup of powder from the gun's discharge. Rustling around in her purse she found a small bottle of hand sanitizer for situations like this. "I wouldn't mind a cut of the spoils, however. You know for my troubles."

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That was mildly disappointing, but Rhea could work with that. Knowledge was power, after all. However, this did leave Rhea with a disadvantage. Without some form of libido to leverage she would potentially have to lean on her quirk, and based on how this woman was Rhea had to tread a fine line; say the wrong thing or push too hard using it and she may catch on she might be manipulated. Don't do enough, and it was possible what few talents she had would not be sufficient enough to get what she wanted. And, to make matters worse, she almost seemed to be of the same ilk of Rhea. A thief. If Rhea intended to steal something from here she'd do it herself, but she was too green; stealing from normal people, maybe even heroes and police, was easy. There was no risk of retribution outside of jailtime. Stealing from villains though, and worse villains that did business with other villains? While there was no code of conduct Rhea always assumed there would be dire consequences for something such as that.

Still, Rhea kept the smile on her face, keeping her bag close. "I normally have something to barter, but in this case I don't think any of the goods I have would either fit or look good on you.~" It was a petty jab, but this woman didn't seem like the type to care. But if there was one thing Rhea noticed, it was what motivated this lady. She took a partial step forward, lowering her voice as she engaged her quirk: "I have come upon a nice sum of money,~" she says, keeping just the right tone while trying to keep out any cattiness or sultriness. It wasn't a big push, but it should at least hit the right button. "If you can procure something small, simple, easy to use and conceal, then I wouldn't mind tossing a few yen your way. How does 70k sound?" It was a stupid amount of money, but with the score from Rui she managed to pay up enough on the bills that she didn't have to worry too much. It was well within her budget, too. She just had to be careful...

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Well, this was unexpected. Rhea was more concerned about getting herself out, but if this small gang was causing problems then they were in for a ride. Rhea was no stranger to different genre's of music, and out of all the more popular kinds rock was something she could at least tolerate. What she wasn't expecting was the entirety of the alleyway to turn into a concert, nor was she expecting explosive dust to start getting on everything. It was a time like this she had to make some decisions, and she didn't like where this was going.

Taking a step forward, she pointed the gun at the first man's groin, timing the trigger pull with one of the explosions further in. Immediately the man dropped, screaming as he held onto what was left of his manhood. In a flash Rhea turned the pistol towards the other, setting the now hot barrel just under his chin. "Do me a favor, darling, and face the wall. You don't want what happened just then at all.~" All color had drained from his face, and did as instructed. She looked back down the alley as the other thugs dove for cover to get away. "You're quite overt," she says flatly, slowly backing up. "Shall I leave the rest to you? I'd prefer to not deal with the police today, I have too much on my plate."

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There were many things in this world that Rhea didn't like, and one of the big ones was guns. They were loud, they were clunky, they attracted too much attention, and so many other things that Rhea could go on and on about. With her getting more and more involved with her criminal side, though...it would help to have something a little more effective than a knife on her person. The incident with the Mummy still had her shook, and she was just glad she came prepared with her disguise like she did. It was a brutal reminder of the world she was getting involved in, and having some kind of equalizer would go a long way. At least, so she hoped.

She had heard of a small black market in the Bay area, so she decided to run a repeat with her suit, putting it on up to her waist, securing the arms around her and putting on tights and a sundress to cover anything else up. The boots and mask went in her purse, along with a spare bag she could tighten around herself and her knife. She didn't know if she'd need any of this, but it was better to be safe than sorry. She had charm, she had looks, and she had a quirk that could bend anyone to her will. Unfortunately, she was just a little garden snake compared to the raptors down in this area of the city. She decided to go for the, "lost, but I know what I'm doing," expression, walking with confidence most of the time but in reality she didn't know what she was doing or where she was going. At least, until she spotted a fairly attractive, but mysterious looking woman. She didn't seem too friendly, but maybe Rhea could change that a little. "Hi! Sorry to be a bother, but I was wondering if you could help me out..."

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Ah, just another fight between the poor and destitute. It was a brutal reminder that she could have had this after she was stranded, but that was neither here nor there. She was uninvolved, and was just going to keep going. That was, until one of the combatants called out to her in...the most archaic way ever. She had drunks hit on her in more eloquent ways than how she was just addressed. Based on the accent, though, that woman wasn't from around here. And what made this even worse, two of the individuals looked in her direction, one with a wolfish grin on his face. Oh no, even if I run now this won't turn out good for me, she thinks, looking left and right before taking a step into the alleyway. She was not a fighter, relying more on wit and subterfuge to get her way. However, after recent events Rhea had taken to carrying a bit more potent: a Derringer. It was not effective at range, it didn't fit in the hand good, and it wasn't particularly deadly even if it hit the target, but a gun was a gun and it evoked a primal fear in anyone that knew what they were looking at.

Rhea was banking on that as she pulled it from her purse, an evil smile crossing her face as she looked at the first two that started her way and aimed. "Deciding to embrace oblivion, hm? I wonder what your heart tastes like.~" She dumped what she could into her quirk, mostly aiming to intimidate to drive the thugs away. It helped that she did have murderous intent behind the comment; death was no stranger to her, and she embraced that fact.

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This was another boring day. Which wasn't awful in the slightest, but the more variance Rhea had the better she could break the monotony and determine a good course of action. Take today, for instance. She was once again replenishing the stores for the apartment, attempting to find something different to cook. Her father, being the freeloader that he was, couldn't be trusted to make sandwiches with any good flavor or texture, let alone a proper meal. While eating out was an option, it was 1). not healthy, and 2). lacking in the foods either of them grew up with.

Thankfully, some of the spices that she needed could be easily obtained in a part of Shibuya. It was time to restock, and while it would hurt the wallet for a time it'd be worth it for a few months. The problem she was currently running into was what to make...her mother, while a decent cook, was the primary breadwinner for a long while and the family had the pleasure of fine dining. Everything Rhea learned was second hand, either from descriptions or from research or from an old cookbook her mother had that Rhea thankfully had the foresight of salvaging before they lost everything. She thought back to it now, trying to remember something she hadn't made in it...pausing at the head of an alleyway. What was going on down there?

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