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真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

With every thread he'd lift and tug to see if it would guide him anywhere closer to solving what happened to his brother's not boyfriend, Murano...it felt lighter and lighter. The end frayed and leading to nothing at all...but he was going to keep trying for his brother's sake...and maybe a bit of his own since Murano seemed like a worthwhile existence. Hell, he even helped him get a name of his own...the final piece to a find an identity of your own starter kit, so to speak.

Initially, he was a tool to solve problems that required spilling a bit of blood...but he became something more.

He was his own person...

...and his brother, Beaumont was surprisingly happy for him and his newfound sense of humanity.

As if the shackles fell off and he had an existence developing outside of the objective find Murano or get a semblance of closure. Although this was directly linked to such a task....he figured that it was going to be a different spin on fun than his last outing. Getting to mingle and interact with others knowing he wouldn't have to murder the masses felt like a little break...though he'd recall his brother not really enjoying this sort of crowd.

``...they could probably tell you the exact smell of their own farts, Yoshimitsu.``

Beaumont wasn't always one to have much humor, but he couldn't help but be amused at that exchange they held once upon a time. After all, his brother would nudge him when he had control of the body and could barely stomach the people in their wake...he remembered wondering back then if they really had such a bad case of head up my own ass syndrome. Tonight, he'd find out for himself...as himself. Although he sincerely doubted he'd encounter anyone worthwhile in the long run....he could be wrong.

There was a good chance he could finally get a lead on Murano, perhaps even scout out someone who would make for a good investor regarding the Dreamland Resort chains as a whole? There's no way of finding out until exploring every moment, something he knew all too well. Such as the moments that took place all that time ago with the impromptu raid, there were moments he'd find his thoughts lingering on before moving forward to the present.

Such as how he picked out his attire with care and even went with a peacock mask that had a silver base to contrast his shadowy features, accented by gold and vibrant blue designs. A prominence of green in the choice of feathers so that he wouldn't be lost in azure hues, but rather accent the choice of vines rather than a simple boa draping his arms. "Your invitation...?"

Reaching up to his chest as he dipped his claws within the plume accenting his neckline, he pulled out a nice wad of yen notes and simply dropped it into the doorman's hand with a bemused grin, "There you go~" With that being good enough, he dismissively waved his hand like a beauty pageant queen and proceeded onward...

For a moment, he was lost within the array of colors merely accenting the atmosphere...he drifted through the crowd at about eight feet tall. Honestly, he figured drawing some attention to himself would probably work out nicely in his favor...worked wonders last time, if he recalled the last eventful evening correctly. Mingling about the crowd, it felt like a beautifully boring sea when it came to the substance of his peers, but he plucked up a cute little h'orderve skewered by a fancy little toothpick.

The two skulls in the extra fluffy, vibrantly blue plume squinted at it for a moment before remembering they had to help Yoshimitsu spot either the Murano they were looking for...or someone they could interrogate for information. His own eyes dancing throughout the crowd...elegantly munching upon the slice of foie gras that played a primary role in the skewered h'orderve. Disposing of the toothpick, he lingered about a crowd discussing their ridiculous lavish life styles and...

...oh god, Beaumont was right.

A bemused chuckle escaped him over the sheer absurdity of his newly found peers who went out of their way to purchase paintings that were probably nothing more than high quality bootlegs. At least it blended in well enough since the others where chuckling along because they firmly saw themselves as above the lower class. Perhaps he should....drift in another direction soon...even though they were enamored by his extravagant presence and made him feel welcome in their cluster like some sort of art piece. It helped him blend in...so it was fine and he supposed he could tolerate it since their attitudes were laughably absurd.

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真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

Being scooped up was...

...certainly not an experience he expected from his bucket list to get checked off this evening.

Tilting his head up towards the one who entered his court at the start of such an exciting evening, a grin played across his lips. Much like that of a smug cat who owned up to knocking down a glass of wine on the new carpet, the metaphorical wine being an abundance of glitter and the faces of those who opposed them as a carpet. "Purrrhaps~" Yes, he actually purred out his own pun, it wasn't often he had a chance to playfully banter with others who would see tomorrow...so why not?

In this state, he was very much reliant on the one carrying him...he wasn't about to test his limits tonight and risk gradually getting kicked out of his own damn body. So for now? He was relaxed, this man didn't give him any reason to doubt that he also had his back...let alone that the others who were clearly on the same side of this coin were going to ram knives in their backs. Though two of them didn't seem to have a single quirk to them as far as his gaze could take in...they were competent.

After all, he could only tap into technology and manipulate it with the use of his quirk, so it was a fascinating feat to acknowledge those who could manually break down code. Those who could break down walls with the right tools and tact rather than some quirk, he'd give credit where it was due on that front for sure. So those two had his respect in their own rights at the very least...

A snickered out snort escaped him as he leaned his head lightly against the other half of this Circus Duo's chest and loosely gestured towards him, "Heh, this is as close as I'm getting to first class tonight, don't you think?" The only uncomfortable thing is he had loot literally pushing into his body, causing it to mold and contort to nestle everything into a sturdy position like a memory foam mattress. "A little turbulence along the way should be fine~" Lightly offering a shrug, he did what he could to hold on since he knew this was going to be one hell of a bumpy ride.

....though he'd definitely make sure the real precious cargo hiding within the bag was safe and sound when they got to their final stop. Poor thing was stuck with a bunch of parts and probably couldn't get too comfortable, so of course there was some degree of concern for the little stow-away. Besides, the trip would give him enough rest to get his body back to normal later on.

When he turned his head towards the woman armed to the teeth...he blinked a couple of times.

.............................maybe if money was something he was struggling with, he'd have actually considered grabbing their crap just because. "Pffft~. They didn't have a good eye for anything, really, the most useful thing was a sawed off shotgun...? Truthfully, those are easy enough to come by...no big loss." Passively saying those words to her, he didn't see himself as being completely dishonest. Plus, what was he supposed to do? Awkwardly lug things around being marketable plushy sized?

Though...

...come to think of it, he really didn't see anything worth taking off of them anywho, so it wasn't a complete lie! Shrugging ever so slightly, it was a bit comical how his voice didn't bother changing with his body to match it more. In fact, it was still low with that air of bass to it and a dash of static.

The offer was one he would have considered, had he been stuck as a solo act, mostly to assure that the two at least had him around to help in case wherever they were going had a trap awaiting. Strange how actually working with somewhat reliable individuals twisted his mindset in such a way...

.........................huh.


Not like he was completely against the adjustment in views here and there, just something he found rather interesting since most individuals he worked with were quite useless, disposable sorts who contributed to nothing. Now, though? It looked like there were several forks in the road and it may cause them to split up for the time being, possibly even reconnect in the future...who knows.

However, the metallic goofus charging like a rhino sure did wonders for a distraction!

"If we don't join you two, t'was a pleasure to meet you and may your path be free of bacon~!" For a moment, he reached up to tip his hat as a farewell before adjusting his grip once more. Thankfully that hat would stick on since...well...it was part of the glitter he made. Part of him was sure they were going in different paths this evening with the way his partner was positioned...

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真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

When he heard the call of gratitude for muting the shitty ambiance of alarms blaring, he simply tipped his chin up with a smirk. Working with others he didn't plan on slaughtering out the gate was a first, but he was certainly warming up to the notion of building social bridges rather than burning them down. Though his presence was always rather temporary, he was simply helping his brother find his not boyfriend, their only friend thus far. Yoshimitsu's self appointed job was to dig through the underbelly for clues since their families played their own roles within, so he found living in the moment was a treat.

Once they found the Murano who wasn't a worthless shit, who knew how often he'd get to exist in his own body.

Yoshimitsu sure as hell didn't know the answer to that one, but this wasn't a valid reason to half-ass his search in the slightest, or drag his feet since a life he and his brother gave a shit about could be on the line. At least it wasn't like he'd stop existing entirely, he did handle the more difficult meetings for Beaumont...just...not in his own body. There were also going to be people who threatened their little sister, Olivia, that would need to be dealt with down the line...so eh...it is what it is.

If he actually developed a social life, he was pretty sure his brother wouldn't mind letting him live as himself in full...ya know, outside of playing clean up problems, permanently. Living in the moment...the here and now had more value to someone like this guy.

Though now he was dealing with one hell of a conundrum...

...there was an innocent stowaway in his partner of the evening's bag.

Although he felt as though those in the group who prominently stood out from the rest of the crowd...they didn't come off as the sorts who would hurt an animal. If they proved him wrong, then he'd deal with them accordingly...it wasn't that deep, really. Now, he couldn't speak for the other faces making up the rest of the crowd who honestly just...more or less blurred together like a mosaic piece of some kind. Folks stood out a little, but just enough to make up the scenery...that was about it, they didn't feel prominent outside of some white noise to fill the damn place.

Maybe that was a shallow way of seeing the majority of his peers, but they seemed like just another punk off the street. Which...he was more wary of, if only because there were punks who hurt stray animals for sick kicks and left them for dead. Now he possibly had to protect a panda who looked up at him with such wonder...a little fella who had much to live for in life.

Reaching down, he gently brushed his thumb upon the panda's forehead before he was tucked back away into the bag with care. Clearly...his owner, pet father had no intention of letting the lil' guy see so much as a shred of harm. Bringing his hand up to his face for a short lived...soft and calm facepalm, he let out a sigh and rest his gaze upon his impromptu partner, following him along while looming over like a glimmering guardian. Listening intently as he spoke his piece, though an endearing smile graced his features at the thought of this tiny panda just clearing out a bag loaded with crap like it was a bed loaded with misplaced clothing so they could get comfy, "No shit...heh...that's adorable.."

Rather than rip at the guy for a mistake, he just let out a scoff and tilted his head up slightly as he turned to hear an ETA call...they had a little less time at this point, but the amount of back-up was a bit concerning since...well...he didn't ever fuck around and find out with Pro-Heroes. Not even once. Everything he did up until this moment was far more careful, low key...but a lead was a lead and here he was dealing with potential consequences. They needed a plan to throw these bastards off their trail and quick, which he had something in mind to share with the guy who shared a hatred with alarms, but the problem was...an eager Pro-Hero arrived way ahead schedule, so there went that notion...riiiiiiight out the window.

Fuck.

Their look out was in trouble and damn, dude. It was like they were rolling ones in some dice based game, cause before he could so much as flinch to assist the other two who stuck around from afar...the Circus Duo had immediate issues of their own to deal with. With his own steps coming to a halt, he stayed close to his partner...but noticed he was getting ready with the way he tightened the straps of his bag. The two skulls floating about tilted their heads, the odd trio sharing a body shared one thought like a hive mind: The Lightning Brothers...whomst? Squinting at them like they were a bunch of school yard bullies trying to come off as cool with daddy's shotgun in hand, talking like they were hot shit on the playground.

Admittedly, for someone who sure did a lot of killing, he wasn't one who arsed much with fighting...looked like he was gonna have to change that shit soon. At least he was a creative enough sort to work with his quirk...time to put what he knew to work. Thankfully, he was already using one of the more versatile settings his quirk had to offer, so he didn't have to arse with changing the RGB. "Alright, I wouldn't want to give these kids shit anyway...smoke em'~" With those smugly spoken words to play off they were well acquainted, he crossed his arms and the little guy made of parts waddled in front trying to mimic him...and failing since its arms were far too blocky.

If there was one reason to fully invest his trust in someone he didn't know, it fell on the fact that his furbaby was in that bag. After all, he was willing to die for the lil guy and that meant hell hath no fury like a father scorned...the Lightning Brothers were gonna get wrecked. Manifesting glitter beneath his sleeves and within his boots...he was used to being solo and completely fine with it, today he had another in his company plus one. So he had to keep them in mind...plus try to help the duo getting hassled by the friggin' kangaroo. The other two were keeping a keen eye out for others in the mean time so they would be able to react to additional threats, his gaze focusing on the immediate fight and its participants.

Gradually, he decided to add about two more feet to his height...so that would make him a grand total of ten feet tall at the moment. Merely looming over the group as though there was a silent inquiry of you sure about finding out what happens by fucking around...? because although he wasn't some fancy martial artist...he had his ways all the same. A synchronized pair of chirps in unison escaped the two skulls to signify that the other two Lighting Brothers were in motion. Quickly parting his arms, the little blocky fella made of parts screeched with loud static as it split in half at the motion, flicking his hands with a twirl as each half aimed for their respective temples and ears.

Don't fight fair.

Parting his fingers, the parts crackled and began to spread around the remaining two Lightning Brother's heads. Curling those gloved claws, slowly bringing his hand into a fist as the pieces tightened around their heads, those jagged pieces like serrated knifes that had been poorly sharpened...yet still more or less capable of sawing into something.

Yoshimitsu, The King of Hearts was one to fight dirty with whatever he could get his mitts on and they'd find out the hard way. Focusing mostly on where their eyes were, he clenched his hands tightly into fits in hopes of ramming the parts into their eyes for good measure. When the big one got knocked in his general direction, an effort was made to pull one brother off balance and into the big guys gut. Granted, Yoshimitsu wasn't incredibly strong despite looking the part, so if he was lucky, it was enough momentum to fully knock a lil air out of the big guy to loosen his grip on the shot gun. Then he followed that up by dragging the other brother by his head as well towards the bigger guy his partner softened up's knees.

Leaning forward, he stepped towards them and...a plume of glitter that swarmed towards the Lighting Brothers, it was like a green glitter bomb that was creeping into their mouth and nostrils as he opened his hands to snap both fingers. One snap connected to target those spots, the second to clump up and cut their breathing off if at all possible. Reaching beneath his coat, he paced his breathing and brought out what looked like the worst possible weapon to bring out in a fight.

It was a kinda big party gun, but it was modified like crazy so it would shoot compacted glitter shells similarly to a gun with proper bullets. With a quick bit of aim, avoiding the path of his partner, he wasn't going to let the look out who gave enough of a shit to say thanks and offer intel earlier high and dry. There was so little he could do from this far away, but he would still make a quick support effort. Pulling the trigger, he aimed for around the head of the kangaroo shaped wrench...not a kill shot or anything...not like it would. With a loud whistle, the green glitter ball burst into a plume around the kangaroo hero's head like a snow globe to give the look out and his purple haired buddy a little more breathing room. Plus, if fire made contact with it?

Well...that would be a rather explosive experience seeing how flammable that glitter was as is!

The skulls kept an eye on the lightning brothers, making sure they didn't try to pull a fast one...that glowing gaze of Yoshimitsu's returned to the trio of chumps with a smile, "Now if you three could kindly fuck off, that would be greeeeaaaat~" There was no intention of letting them go, even if they squirmed and begged for mercy...he wasn't going to risk the precious cargo being harmed or killed by these assholes. Moving the party gun down towards them, trained on the Lightning Brothers. Ready to fire if they wanted to try something smart.

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真白な万華鏡　じりじりと　愛しくなる気がして　

Normally, he didn't have any memorable company...

...or rather any recent company that was worth remembering, let alone those he'd allow to remember him. Yet, here he was, keeping in the company of those he had no intention of eliminating later to remain an enigma. Ah..strange how things can change, isn't it? Didn't matter that there was no trust towards him, he wouldn't exactly trust himself either as a complete and utter stranger, really. Besides, neither of them really needed to trust one another much, if at all, honestly, so it didn't ruffle his feathers when his impromptu partner saw no need for such a thing.

Actions were far more profound than words when it came to situations like these anyway.

Words could seem oh so flowery, beautiful and promising, but those could be hallow like the empty cup he started with here this evening. Actions would fill the cup of his words as necessary, that's simply how it was when it came to making meaningful connections, temporary or long term. Such was the game of life...was it not?

"Mmmhmmm...of course~" Bringing a hand up to fuss with the feathery flames accenting the pair of skulls that had a pair of cat-like grins, glimmering bits of glitter sparkled off into the air before dissipating. A little extra emphasis on how he knew his primary role here on this fine evening...

...but he didn't plan on leaving completely empty handed.

Though he did notice that his companion was rather quick, which was a good thing in the long run since it meant the get away wasn't something he'd have to fuss over to keep his end of the deal to him. Though gods, he couldn't help but laugh at how this fellow told him to keep up! "Heh! I'm not worried about that~" Easing into a chuckle as he shrugged while picking up his stride, the tall man's mood easing a bit as he dismissed the day he was truly born into this world. Glitter slid out past his sleeves and this time it was green, with the snap of his fingers, an electrical crackle rolled through before dusting into the air and breezing its way toward the equipment within.

Once the glitter coated some equipment, not slowing down or skipping a step, he motioned towards himself and a cluster of smaller devices made its way to him, mysteriously undamaged by what appeared to be shimmering green electrical currents. Sifting through as he hummed softly to himself, he plucked out a few smaller pieces before tucking them into one of the larger pockets within his coat.

A few troublesome parts that were a royal pain in the ass to order whenever they went out...

Although his focus seemed funneled by the cluster he brought himself, the two skulls were operating like a pair of eyes that guided him in the right direction since he was staying near his companion of this fine evening. Picking and choosing more to stuff in other pockets of his, ones he planned on selling off. Light, easy to carry and certain to make some good money to the right buyer...

...perhaps there was some good in being familiar with medical equipment from seeing it so damn much.

Well, if anyone around them wished to grab anything from the pile he pulled, he wouldn't fuss and actually thin it out more so it was easier to see for curious onlookers. Hell, they could even take from the cluster he made and it wouldn't so much as zap them, completely harmless for those in his company. As far as he was concerned, he got what he wanted and was simply biding his time for now, hanging out with his masked companion on some late night robbery date of sorts.

闇夜の金縛り　びりびりと　包んでしまうのに

TAG - Olivia Favager

NOTES - Casual Drip for this picnic at an abandoned themepark!