Sept 7, 2023 21:04:46 GMT
Post by Yue "Bun" Tuzi on Sept 7, 2023 21:04:46 GMT
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The Moon Rabbit!
SHIT!
How the hell was she supposed to save these living piggy banks?!
Okay, okay...they were...they were all more than just a bunch of wallets or whatever...
She just had to save them somehow...
Gritting her teeth as she took in yet another sharp breath of air, the fibrous ropes were slipping past her arms as all too familiar screams danced about the air and echoed in her head. This wasn't...anything new...people suffering and all that awful shit while she tried to stop an all too familiar history from repeating itself. Some asshole just out to hurt folks for some twisted agenda...right? That's what this was...wasn't it..? "I-I...I just wanted it to be different this time...!" Straining those words beneath her breath as she struggled to pace her breathing, she was losing her grip...but not her hope. There was no way in hell she'd be giving up!
Last time she got herself in one hell of a mess, well...it went as okay as it can possibly go, she guessed. Though it was obvious as the sky being blue on a sunshine ridden day that there were casualties...again. One day...she'd get good enough to lower the body count total, that was the goal...
...become the most damn marketable hero out there, or close enough to it.
If that goal was reached, she knew she was on the right track.
Don't let go
With a flare of instinct, she snapped out, "I won't..! That stubborn nature drenched words that sprawled out of her mouth on autopilot as she tried to ignore the sheer pain from hanging on, refusing to let go.
Feeling the rope burn against her skin, not giving up despite taking on way more than she could handle, that's when she noticed the load lighten... "B-bwuh..?" The tears of frustration starting to puddle up near her lavender optics blinked a few times as she watched a strange, translucent hand grasp upon the ropes and bring them together. With a tired sigh of relief, she fought off the pit of despair in her stomach and figured whoever this was would be helping her with...whatever the hell this was. Glancing over with a slight smile to look up at the guy who helped her, at least now she wasn't alone.
Parting her lips, about to answer his questions and thank him for his help, someone else popped up and---
---whomst the hell was this pink haired lady and why didn't she do somethin' earlier?!
Whatever, she seemed willing to snap the back bone of rules with em' and that's all that mattered.
It meant she could do something...otherwise she wouldn't offer, right?
"I'll care 'bout rules later, screw em' for now...we got a big fish to fry." Snapping those words out with a somewhat bitterness to them, she glanced back and tried to figure out where the source of purple destructo-sparks was. Normally, she played the cutesy damsel in distress angle to lull people into a false sense of superiority. Pull them into the feeling of needing to protect her...but right now, they all had to rely on one another.
Right now wasn't the time for that bullshit, even she knew that.
The mask of emotions could slide back into place later.
The glow caught her eye and she let a frustrated grunt beneath her breath and...oh...yup. That guy who wreaked of this don't bother me none was probably the man behind it all. Guilty people were either proud of what they did, much like Mr. Goodfellow, felt remorseful, shame, or a mix. He wasn't in a panic, the polar opposite of it, really. Though her gaze traced to where his attention was for a moment...he didn't know who the hell those people were, but with how much I'm not taking your shit, asshole energy that masked woman had? Bun's best guess was either a hero or vigilante of some kind...definitely not some student or Joe Schmoe off the street conveniently stepping up to the bat of responsibility.
Not able to put her finger on what they were talking about, more so cause it was a bit muffled from her ears recovering, hearing all that destruction as close as she was didn't exactly mean my hearing's perfectly fine! Letting out a lil huff, she muttered "He's distracted, quick l--bweep-wait...where'd he go?" Squinting as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. Poof, he was gone...just like that and--
--a voice behind them?!
Feeling a hand rest upon her head, her eyes widened.
It was in that moment, she knew they were in waaaaaaaaaaaay over their heads.
A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek as she tried to come up with something to at least buy everyone else time to get the hell out of here. Forcing on a sweet smile, she could just about climb on a soap box and smack the silly out of him for calling her a kid! Pivoting on her heel, she lowered her hands to fuss with her pants, seeming nervous... "Oh! Um! Not a kid, b-but I am lost...!
How was he so close, yet so far away?!
Could he teleport?!
WHATEVER, THIS PIECE OF COMPLETE AND UTTER CRAP CALLING HER A KID JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST BECAUSE SHE WAS SHORT! Despite being a short bundle containing an awful lot of fury over the assumption, she managed to sound sincerely sweet and concerned at the drop of a dime. Wait, he said he didn't like this any more than the rest of them?
...something definitely wasn't right here.
Was someone forcing him to do this, or was there more to the situation?
Those lavender eyes darted around to see if maybe there was someone who seemed like they were helping him...but as far as she could see, he was alone. What if someone forced him into this, one way or another...it didn't sound like something someone who wanted to do all of this would say. The thought train was derailed as she felt a tug on her body and tried reaching into her pocket--but the force meant no dice on that front. "BACK OFF!" Although it sounded like she was saying that to him, she shot the pair a concerned glance, almost like she was trying to warn them, really drive it home in a passive way that they needed to stay away, avoid becoming an example like she did.
Last thing she wanted was the people in her corner getting screwed over!
There wasn't a lot of time and last she checked, that white haired woman seemed like she was preparing for an attack.
If that was a hero, maybe her life actually mattered...
...but if it wasn't?
Well shit, she'd be going down with this guy, wouldn't she?
Acting on instinct, driven by the will to survive...or at least help others survive, the fibers upon her upper arms rapidly formed a pair of wooden bridges with rails, ripping off both of her sleeves to reveal the girl's hands were scarred to high hell and back with old, deep gashes that trailed up her arms. Those bridges, however...were coming to an end into a nice, sharp point like a triangle, similar to an arrow. High enough to guard her head and upper body, at least until her waist. OR YOU'LL GET THE POINT! Trying to lean back so she could tumble backward to detach from the bridges and roll away if there was a window to do so, at least!
...that was a terrible pun, but hopefully she was being a good enough distraction for whoever could do a bit more in the situation. Although she was sure as sunshine her attack wasn't going to work out, she at least hoped it would serve as a big enough window for the others in her corner.
(AAAAAA tried rushing this out asap to keep the event train moving! TLDR TIME!)
(Bun makes observations and such. Bun is targeted and decides to be a distraction, uses her quirk to make 2 wooden bridges into an arrow shape in front of her & aimed at her attacker.)
(Takeo Hoga, you're next! Obligatory beep boop ping to Matsu, May Twenty-First, Sonya Chernovna & Revision)