"Nah, she's fine." Retsu responded to Elias just as Rui was blasted into charcoal once more. Idly she wondered just what it would take to actually put the horned devil down. Not that she intended to do so of course but it never hurt to have a back-up plan. Grenades? Nah, they'd ruled that one out a while ago. Ah well, worries for later. Looking Antoine up and down she snorted at his mirror comment.

"Ah wouldna recommend that, bud. But hey, you do you." 

Checking out some of the nearby gear she started with the one she cared least about and picked up the brick. Giving the description a quick look she tossed it up and down while making her way over to the cage as well.

"Looking's nice and all but ya might as well try it while y'r here, nah?" Retsu added with a shrug, still throwing the brick up and down in her hand. Looking at the other two in turn she addressed them as well. "Ruister, ya figured out that yoyo yet? Elias, did'ya wanna try anything?"

The fact that she was still messing with the brick during her questions had no implications at all, if anyone asked. Offhandedly she wondered whether Facade was around somewhere too. This whole shebang seemed like his kinda thing but whether he came in person or not she couldn't say. For all she knew every other person here was hired by him to gather intel. Her eye briefly flicked to Rui again. Retsu herself wasn't contacted for it after all. 

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Tags: Rui Matsui Ghouligan Elias facade

Retsu let out a snort. Empty flattery already and they hadn't even gotten to the entrée yet. Not that 'entrée' was the word she thought of ofcourse, that was a bit too pretentious for her, but the meaning was the same. She supposed it was to hide his embarrassment yet maybe not. Given the sheer amount of demands he threw onto the request she wasn't entirely sure he had shame.

"Ah ken think of one. The food is just ta die for." Retsu replied with a bit of extra emphasis on the last part, showing him exactly how far his -as she perceived it- attempt to gain control of the conversation got him. Waving him ahead with the barrel of her gun she gave short directions to a nearby Teppanyaki restaurant. The kind that cooked your food atop an iron griddle right at the table. 

Retsu had found it a very useful prop for negotiations. 

The moment they walked in Retsu was greeted with familiarity. A small hand gesture later they were led to a relatively private booth, the chef momentarily arriving to turn on the griddle before leaving to fetch his ingredients. Retsu snapped her fingers as he left and received an acknowledging nod and a half-bow back. Resting her elbow on the table like she owned the place she looked Chirp dead in the eye.

"So. Twenty questions, aye? Ah'll be nice and give ya the first one. Piece a' advice? Make it count."

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A hiss of steam took the place of the usual callout as the more ethereal of the group shouted in despair at seeing his boss lose. Or tried at the very least. The lack of lungs, or physical form for that matter, made it an impossible task. A mistake that was quickly rectified when half of him flew away from his freezing ally, grabbed his mask with a rematerializing hand and slapped it onto his face while the rest of his upper body regained physical form.

"Funmatsucha! I'll come back for you, homie. I promise!"

"F-frederick? What the fuck?"

"Hey, don't use my real name!"

"You can't just leave me here!"

"Don't worry, those hero types don't kill. I'll get reinforcements and bust you out!"

On the other side of the room Gyokuro toppled with a loud thump. Whatever Funmatsucha was about to say would remain unheard. He didn't get the chance to reply before the rest of Sencha abandoned him as well, the heat haze in the air snagging his bundle of clothes from the ground before rushing out of the establishment. Suddenly only two of the combatants remained standing.

Retsu turned on her heel, hand hovering over her holster. She was but a momentary flick away from having the barrel aimed right at Ylva. Hearing the kitchen door creek open once more Retsu came to a split second decision. With her palms up she held her arms by her side.

"We're cool," She tersely explained to the one-toothed owner. "Problem's dealt with."

"Nghn. Drgh whna rgr 'r ashik? On zhous."

"Ah'll... Ah'll take a burger, if y'r offering. Dun' feel lahk a shake at the moment." Retsu answered without batting an eye, as if the man had said anything even remotely understandable. "Kent speak for her though."

Unless Ylva engaged in conversation Retsu would simply wait for the man to return from the kitchen after he finished listening to Ylva's reply. With her free burger in hand she'd leave the restaurant while keeping an eye on Ylva the entire time, not taking the risk of dropping her guard for even a moment. Should she make it outside she'd walk for several minutes before clicking her tongue and pulling out her phone.

"Newcomers 'aven't 'eard, huh? Looks lahk ah've got some calls to make..."

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She heard him coming long before she saw him. For all the good that did her Retsu might as well have been deaf. Trying to swerve out of the way did very little either, making it abjectly clear that he'd run into her on purpose. She was so busy loudly swearing at him in response that she was wholly unprepared for the following sideswipe.

"Ah'll fook you up hair-for-brains you're gonna regret thaaa-"

Thrown off the street she barreled through the railing and onto the beachside road below. Zigzagging in a way that was totally intentional and not just her trying to regain control of her bike she passed by screaming civilians as she pushed her engine harder and harder.

"Fook off, ah'm busy!" Retsu shouted at the giant crab that was rapidly sidestepping by her side, somehow keeping up with the high-speed bike. She leaned left, dodging a claw that lashed out at her and taking the exit back up to the normal street. Keeping one hand on the stirring wheel she pulled her handgun out of the storage compartment with her other and opened fire on Roadhog the moment he came into view. "Let's see you outspeed a fookin' bullet!"

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Retsu looked him up and down with a wary squint. He appeared unarmed but when it came to those in power that was never truly the case. Not when quirks were thrown into the mix. The very thought soured her mood.

"The mask makes sense ah suppose," she muttered loud enough to be overheard. Of course it wasn't the face mask he was currently wearing that she meant but given how little she cared for the opinions of others whether he sussed that out or not really wasn't her problem. Still, she'd learned from her past interactions. One did not survive for as long as she did without the capability to do so. When in his home base she'd stick to plausible deniability until something really pissed her off.

While her eye still flicked left to right to check for danger Retsu didn't hesitate to follow after Facade. To do so would be a sign of weakness and she knew far better than to do so while in potentially hostile territory. Taking a seat wasn't something she was gonna go along with though. She wasn't that stupid. For a split second, a pause so short it'd be unnoticeable unless you were paying close attention to her, she analyzed the couches. They were utterly assuming. Which likely meant they were the most dangerous thing in the entire building.

Now, how would she kill someone with a couch? An explosive triggered by a pressure plate would be the most foolproof solution. Putting it into the backrest just below neck height would be lethal but if done wrong risked injuring others as well. She didn't know Facade well enough to know whether that was a risk he was willing to take but she had a hunch that it wasn't. Below or inside of the seat was the more likely answer then. Her eye briefly flicked to him. Pressure plates could be set to rather precise weights, did he know hers? She wouldn't be surprised. From a glance it even looked like he might've been lighter than her. Yes, she'd say there was a chance he set it up just right that his weight wouldn't trigger it but hers would, allowing him to graciously offer up his seat to prove that it was safe. 

She wouldn't put it past him. 

The fact that he didn't even sit down properly himself added another point to her theory. Taking a gamble she instead rested her arm on the couch's backrest and studied the projection. Were she more capable of introspection she might wonder why holograms always seemed to captivate her despite her usual avoidance of bright or synthetic light, especially when both of her eyes were exposed, but Retsu had far more important things to occupy her mind at the moment. It was only when the projector was shut off that she noticed her brief lapse in cautiousness. A hint of anger smoldered inside at the realization. 

"What did'cha have in mind for that EMP grenade a' yours?" Their first meeting may have been quite a while ago but she had not forgotten. "Or those other projects ya mentioned?

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Seeing the one-toothed man look like he was going to step out of the kitchen Retsu raised her hand to gesture for him to go back. There were things even she would rather not be in the vicinity off. She'd only seen the man fight once and she'd rather not see it again. If seeing was even the right word for it. She couldn't remember who the last people that pissed him off were and for that matter she doubted their own families could. There was a reason she'd considered it safe to eat here without being bothered.  As the goons kept babbling away she let out another sigh. Just because dealing with it herself was the best option didn't mean she had to like it.

"Ah gave ya a chance."

"What you need to give us is your money you bi-"

A single gunshot rang out followed by the screams of civilians as his head rocked back. The right side of his face was no longer recognizable, a green slurry in the shape of an entrance and exit wound where it once was, the latter blending almost perfectly into his green locks of hair. For all that it looked disgusting and the moist sound it made when he turned his head was like nails on a chalkboard to any sane person's sensibilities it didn't seem to inconvenience him much. 

"Hah! You're no matcha for the Matcha!"

"Yeah, you tell him boss!"

"Quiet, Gyokuro. Less talking more hitting."

With a wave of Matcha's hand all of the grease within the dining room started to morph into a green crystalline powder that rapidly began to vibrate. While certainly an eye catching if seemingly useless move it was Gyokuro's that really started the fight. With the chameleonic eyes of his mask spinning wildly the man let out a roar as he began to swell, muscles expanding to the point his clothes were stretched to their breaking point. The hulk of a man's teeth clacked together as he picked up a table and sent it flying in Retsu's direction.  

She managed to dodge just enough of it that it clipped her shoulder and sent the table off course, spinning end over end as it now flew right at Ylva.

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The very same act that saved Whytide's life likely saved Retsu's as well. She was just in the process of aiming her pistol when Whytide launched her own attack. Without already being in motion there was no way she'd be able to dodge, her instincts defaulting to hurting her enemy more than she herself would get hurt. When both her own movements and those of the torrents of water slowed just before she pulled the trigger, coming out of the exchange unscathed became a much more feasible option.

After all, it was rare that you got even just half a second more to think in a combat situation. Far slower than Retsu would have liked she turned just enough that the torrents would glance instead of putting holes through her. A sideways move of her eye let her confirm the reason. Null had caught up. Retsu had to clench her teeth to stop herself from screaming in pain. Nonlethal as it may now be feeling the torrents tear through her skin in slow motion wasn't a pleasant experience. Sandpaper was the closest reference she could think of. The moment one of the beams finished prying Retsu's pistol out of her grasp the field went down.

"I assure you, cretin. Not answering the radio was a purposeful act of mine. Your plan was not nearly as good as y-"

"Mummy shower drain hair over there is all yours ah'll deal with sprinkler!"

With her knife in her offhand she threw a grenade towards Whytide with her main while she dashed for her gun, moving her further away from both Null and Rui. Retsu laughed. Null would have no choice but to both reactivate her field and follow unless she was fine with her partner taking several bullets to the face. An action that would carry her right into Rui's path if she did. After all, the one throwing bombs was obviously the bigger threat, right? Her laughter grew louder at the thought. Null was in for a nasty surprise.

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Tags: Rui Matsui