10:00 am - Present
Bakiri Retsu


As the clock ticked to the hour and the police chief walked out of the building surrounded by his escort it was finally go time. Seeing the camera crew give the signs that they were rolling followed by a more familiar part of the camera crew pulling out firearms to ensure they'd keep rolling Retsu started sauntering her way towards the stage. It was just a local broadcast but it'd suffice for what she had in mind.

Oh yeah, she almost forgot.

Pulling a cylindrical device not unlike a pez dispenser out of her pocket Retsu popped open the cartoonish looking cap at the top and pressed the button beneath setting off a cascade of explosions. Her brow furrowed. Not all of them were in the planters the plan had meant for them to be and more importantly, one of them was in the very planter she'd been leaning against less than fifteen minutes ago. Someone would be losing their head for this, she'd make sure of it.

Wasn't it that group with the white van that was in charge of putting the bombs in the right planters? Casting a glance over her shoulder she found they'd already left. Retsu supposed it didn't matter. She didn't have the time to deal with them right now anyway.

Already her subordinates were drawing their weapons and corralling the frightened crowd into the center of the venue, held hostage and only safe so long as the police didn't get in her way. Retsu took a sip of her coffee. Her bombs had done most of the work 'scaring' the crowd away from the sides anyway, it was long overdue that the others earned their pay. But she digressed. Moving up the stairs at the side of the stage flanked by two armed goons she smiled maliciously at the police chief that was about to begin his speech.

"Yo, gon' be crashin' this party. Move or get moved."


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9:21 am - Past
Chief Tamotsu


It was small. So very small. If he closed his hand around it only the red button at the top would peek out. Yet it had the power to decide life and death. Tamotsu's jaw clenched. It had decided life and death in several places throughout the city during the past day.

"Are we sure this isn't just another of that monster's sick games, Chief?" His second-in-command and only other person he'd let in on the plan, Kamiya, asked with barely suppressed anger.

"It isn't." Tamotsu said in a tone that brooked no argument. "Bakuretsu is not one for subtlety or political maneuvering. She got too ambitious and antagonised too much of her fellow scum along the way. Now she'll pay the price for everything she did."

He saw Kamiya's eyes lose focus, his mind clearly replaying the phone call. The one where they got the news that Hideo had perished in a bombing while trying to escort civilians out of a mall.

"That monster has to go down, Chief." Kamiya almost spat before taking a deep breath. "But are we sure we want to bring them to justice like this? Would we not be the same as-"

"There is no other choice." Tamotsu stated. "See the scale of today's events. Such a thing cannot be done without backing. Who knows how long an arrest would keep her behind bars? No, Kamiya, if we do not end her now there'll be more victims like Hideo. We cannot hesitate. We must make a stand before civilization collapses into anarchy. If we cannot safely take her down otherwise the bomb will be our last hope."

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10:01 am - Present
Bakiri Retsu


It was a good thing that the chief had a flair for the theatrical. Getting the fire spouts she wanted for her own speech installed into the back of the stage would've been much harder without it. How the hells Loki's people had sold shaping the remote activator for it like one of the detonators she tended to use she had no idea but she sure wouldn't complain either.

"Ah, 'fore you go hand that thing over will ya."

"You-"

"Shut up. Easy way or the hard way, fooker. How many people d'ya reckon we've gotta shoot 'fore y'll listen? Choose quick, ah ain't in the mood fer delays."

She took another sip of her coffee as she snatched the 'detonator' from his reluctant hands before gesturing for him to leave the stage. He could glare hatefully at her all he wanted, the man wasn't in a position to do anything about it. Not unless he was willing to get blood on his hands and in Retsu's experience the cops never were when it came down to it.

Placing her cup down on the lectern Retsu cleared her throat as she angled the mic to suit her height. She wasn't exactly in a rush -captive audience and all that- nor did she need to get out before the cops arrived -already present- but there was no point in taking her sweet time either so without further ado she leaned close to the mic and began.

"Here ah thought stage fright was s'pposed ta affect the people on the stage." She chuckled. "Good on y'all fer givin' expectations the finger. Ah ken relate ta that, dis ain't what y'all are here for is it?"

Snapping her fingers in realization -and to see the crowd jump- Retsu shrugged theatrically.

"Or ah guess it is? Ah mean, y'r here for answers ain't ya?" Leaning in even closer her grin turned decidedly manic. "Y'll be getting them."

Yeah, this was worth staying awake for. Casting a glance to the side she found that the police chief didn't seem to be very appreciative of her efforts. Can't please them all, she supposed.

"As ah'm sure even the densest of ya have noticed, and ah ain't lookin' at anyone here Nobu, today's been a bit of a shake up of the status quo. Dun' worry tho, that's only temporary."

She snorted.

"Soon, shite like this is gonna be the status quo." Retsu added before pausing for a moment. Just long enough to let her words sink in and for her to take in the ambience. If it hadn't been for the fearful muttering you could've heard a pin drop. Just the way Retsu liked other people, not fooking bothering her or getting in her way.

It pleased her so much in fact that she didn't even bother to signal for her people to shoot the officer rushing towards the chief. One that Chirp would've recognized as a certain Kamiya Tsutomu, albeit looking a lot more bruised and battered since they parted a few minutes ago.

"Fer ya see, all this here? This is just the beginning. Soon, everyone that so much as tries ta go against us..." Retsu said ominously while raising the detonator to head height, utterly oblivious to the look in the police chief's eyes as she pressed the button activating the two fire spouts behind her. "...is gonna go down in flames!"

The crowd shrieked as her henchmen added to the scene by firing their weapons into the air. With a smug grin Retsu pointed finger guns at the camera and mouthed 'boom' just as the broadcast was ended. Satisfied and completely ignorant to how close she'd come to dying she stared straight into the chief's confused eyes -eyes that widened and were accompanied by a shudder as Kamiya whispered into his ear- and gave him a wide grin. 

With a snap of her fingers she signaled her subordinates to pack up and head out. As much as any threats to them would be delayed both by the nearest responders being unavailable and the day behind them having stretched everyone to the point of breaking Retsu had no doubt that some hero or the other would soon show up. She had no intention of being here when they did.

It was high time she got some rest. Going after whichever group had fumbled the placements of the bombs could wait until tomorrow. For now, Retsu was going home and if anyone bothered her for the next twelve hours there'd be hell to pay.


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Some days Retsu was pleasantly surprised by the competence of her subordinates. Today, unfortunately, was not one of those days. If nothing else she supposed his methods were intimidating as demonstrated by the cashier literally shaking in his boots.

"What mah friend here's tryna say is ya better turn this place upside down to come up with some money or we'll be raking ya over the coals."

To be honest she had no fucking idea what Eugene was on about but she figured she might as well roll with it. No point making stuff worse for no reason, right? Situations tend to do that by themselves. Case in point, the shutters at the front of the store suddenly slamming shut the moment she finished speaking.

"Gutentag fraulein. What a pleasant surprise to see you here!" A blond man said while standing up from behind the counter before giving a mock bow which coincidentally brought his pistol into view and away from the cashier's back. "Mein name is Kommando. An alias, of course. I'm sure you two understand."

"Sure." Retsu doubted either of them did. "Now get the fook out of my store."

"Come now, fraulein. Ze Akimichis aren't even cold yet and you're already laying claim to their turf? Surely even a -pardon ze choice of words- miscreant such as you can see ze problem?"

"Ah'm seein' someone itchin' ta meet 'em."

"Please, fraulein. Look around you." Kommando continued with a wide sweep of his arms. "A single bomb in here and you're gone too. Zere's nothing you can do to stop us."

For a moment he stood in place, all dramatic and smug. Then he surreptitiously cleared his throat when nothing happened.

"Damian. Damian that means come out."

From the back room of the store came a large man with gorilla hands -only the hands- and a large scorpion tail. On second look Retsu realized that maybe his hands were just hairy. She supposed she'd find out in time. Or have someone else find out.

"Vell then, vhat vill you do now?"

To that, Retsu had one very simple answer.

"Eugene."

Surely he knew that word, right?

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Tags: Eugene Butler

Character Name: Bakiri Retsu

Skillset: With a C+ in Engineering Bakiri Retsu can create a wide variety of weaponry or utility items. Her true skill lays in Explosive Manufacturing however which she currently has at B. For anything explosive related she's your gal! In combination with her engineering skill she can even make anything explosive related such as rocket or grenade launchers, combustion gas guns and more!

Population: Mainly villains albeit she does not discriminate. Anyone that either has the money or a project interesting enough to catch her attention can get access to her services.

Location: Retsu operates out of several locations including temporarily hired warehouses, her small repair shop Wired or even on location. She can be contacted through one of her burner phones (several numbers are spread through word of mouth should anyone seek to contact her), on site in her repair shop or any other way that suits the plot!

Preferred Contact: Either DM or an @ in plot circle, villain's lair or manufacturer's workshop.

Other: Don't hesitate to reach out for anything!

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Raising one hand to sign for her opponent to wait for a moment Retsu cast a quick glance over her shoulder before looking back his way. With a raised eyebrow and a mocking look on her face she took a step back.

"So, lahk, ya do realize ah dun' gotta fight ya, right?"

"Get back here you ruffian!"

The moment the mustached swordsman ran at her Retsu kicked off and leapt straight into his guard, his hair-sword cutting a furrow along her side that she ignored as she crashed into him, her knife in between them with the point aiming right at him.

"Ah kent believe ya fell for this shite twice." Retsu said as he toppled once more, her eye blinking in disbelief. She shrugged. Not her problem. The well-meaning stranger however definitely was. She was lucky not to be recognized but she didn't feel like testing how much longer that'd last. Best to get out before the smoke cleared, literally and figuratively.

While Retsu made her escape on one side of the cloud the fighting wasn't quite done yet on the other. The bug eyed teen's fighting style was ill-suited to deal with ranged projectiles and the way his pupils dilated made it clear his quirk wasn't ready to be used again. The combination caused him to be hit by the first and get glanced by the second, something that did little good for them as it still hit his companion after sliding past him.

With his inhalation abruptly cancelled by the round slamming into his chest the blond man sputtered, fire spilling out of his mouth and over his ally's head. Unlike the veritable gout of flames it was intended to be however the interruption that caused him to go down resulted in the fire coming out as small, easily dodged spouts as he hacked and wheezed. 

One of them went past Farrin, too far off course to be worth dodging. The moment it hit the smoke cloud behind him the entire thing went up in flames, an intense gust of superheated air blowing through the alley as a result of the gas's combustion. 

When the smoke cleared Retsu was gone, nought but two of the enemies laying groaning on the ground where she'd been before Farrin had gone to deal with the rest.

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