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THIS TIME....

THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS TIME, SHE WAS READY!

Armed to the teeth, she was skating down sidewalk with her launcher at the ready and her zapper gun holstered at her hip. A pack of tools and oblong pellets since fuck Rolio ever messing with her ammunition ever again! Right now...things seemed chill enough...which made sense since there was time for Pro-Heroes, vigilantes, civilians defending themselves and...even villains working on cleaning this mess.

Obviously...it was gonna be a while before things were fully taken care of, but she planned on doing everything within her power to help. There was no way she'd just ignore the glaring issues, body counts and all that awful nonsense....she couldn't be someone worth looking up to if she did nothing. Plus, she wanted to help people...protect them and keep them safe...even if she was cast aside from ever going legit.

No one was gonna stop her from being a hero in her own way...

Though a familiar figure in the distance caught her eye and she squinted slightly beneath the visor, zooming in with the camera attached to get a clearer picture and..."...what's he doing out here?!" The dude ran a tea shop called the Bovine, a place she'd swing by whenever she was in the area for a quick snack before working on repair jobs for the day. Never really lingering for long, just always on the go-go-go...but SERIOUSLY, why was he just out here doing what looked like deliveries as if nothing was wrong?!

What did he do, shower in luck before starting the day or what?!

Either way, she never used his delivery service, but she knew it was a thing that existed...but the ground began shaking and she swiftly turned her head towards the direction of the pulses below. A shark that looked as though its flesh was rotting like some sort of zombie was moving with such an insane speed, the parasites gnawing away at its flesh managing to hang tight and....

..........."Ooooooooooh shit! DUDE, WATCH OUT!" Forgetting she wasn't close enough to be heard with ease, it would sound a little muffled and scratchy with the occasional auditory peaks. Deciding not to risk it for the biscuit, she picked up the pace and screeched out, "SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Before slamming her shoulder into the unsuspecting goat man while gritting her teeth to get him out of the way as the rotting shark creature with humanoid features brought its hand back before grabbing her head, tossing her across the way which caused her body to tumble and roll--

--OH FANTASTIC, GOOD START...

At least everything on her could handle the level of impact...it wasn't too too bad...

Using her elbow and shoulder to stop the roll before she could crash into something, she quickly yelled out, "I'M OOOOOKAY, NOW GET OUTTA HERE!" Shoo, shoo goat tea man! Go forth, frolic and be freeeeeeee from the insanity about to unfold!

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Committed to the bit, she noticed not only the siren girl getting a little stab happy at the door...errrrr at least what she could see of it! "MYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR--OI! LES' CHANGE THE TEMPO!" Whatever that was supposed to mean...! Releasing the megaphone as it hung from her wrist, she skated to grab another gun and.....oh yup that's when friggin' HELL'S ANGEL over here burst out and, "Awh sh-" Pulling the trigger with the gun in hand loosely facing some thug close to her, who screeched about their spleen, "-t." Slipping into a squat, she sloooowly scooted across the ground and was slowing to a stop as things felt oddly slow motion...

...sort of like someone should have been playing goofy ass opera music or Ave Maria...something real goddamn dramatic as the grenades were starting to rain down. Though the cry of an all too familiar catch phrase smacked her ear drums while they were all protected from having death rain down from above. Padding the ground she puffed her cheeks while feeling around for another gun and...OOP!

Found one!

Scooping up the pistol as the two bantered for a moment, she pushed herself up to her feet with a hop....the Pro-Heroes were aiming to get the head of the snake and thought the Wired shop lady was the leader...?

Seriously?

This seemed like some rag tag squad, mish mashed like a job interview for villains or something...but she'd have to play along. "Oi oi, luv, no need tah be shy ovah it, yeah?" Smirking to match her cocky delivery with god's most shitty American actor take on the British accent that almost sounded like MAYBE it wanted to be Australian, she winked and began pulling the triggers to the beat in THE LEADER LADY™'s direction, skating with a twirl as she fired towards some other thugs trying to thwart her. All the shots non-lethal JUUUUUUUUST in case since she wasn't here to make a rendition of Slaughter Your World, "UH HUUUH, THIS MY SH-"

Oh yup, she's gotta be consistent and censor herself with stray shots, "-T! ALL THE GIRLS, STOMP YOUR FEET LIKE THIS~!" Wow what great timing! Another random thug charged at her, so she paused the shots and stomped her wheels down with a swoooooop at the guy's feet while wiggling her hips. Clearly she was having a fantastic enough time trying to act like a musically themed Pro-Hero, it was the least she could do to sell the image!

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On her adventure to get ready for the day...one of the alerts on her phone popped off.



For a moment, she had a staring contest with her phone...

...today was the day she promised herself she'd get gifts ready for any new, real friends she made. Moving to Japan was rough and not just because she was a Pro-Hero applicant reject, but it was worse because every real friend she had was in America. All the people who would make time to see one another just because they liked each other's company? Yeah, they were gone, many of them fell out of contact and the time difference didn't do her any favors, either.

Sure, there were folks she was in the process of calling her friends, but she always stuffed that lopsided, one-sided feeling into a box and try not to think about it.

Try not to think about how your sibling will never look up to you.

Try not to think about how your parents are disappointed deep down that you couldn't do better for yourself.

Try not to think about how nothing comes for free and everyone's gonna collect from you.

Try not to think abou--

There were two people she met on her journey here, they were the sorts to get their hands drenched in the blood of others, but they....somehow...weren't terrible people. Both of them had a twisted view on justice and saving people, but the core that made her stomach the tough pill of I'm associated with murderers is because they went after those who wouldn't change. Erasing people who took joy out of harming others to the point of death like a broken record, neither of them liked it...just...treated it like it had to be done to make the world a better place. Sure, of course she had her reservations...but...she saw where they were coming from and found herself helping when push came to shove.

Furrowing her brows at her phone, she figured this was an opportunity to give at least one person a gift today.

Taking up her vigilante phone, she noticed the last message from Ghouligan and offered a half smile...if there was someone who deserved a gift today, she figured he was a good fit and heck, maybe he'd appreciate it? There was enough time to get something together, even if it meant re-purposing a few things! So after she finished tossing on a simple enough outfit and getting her hair red as could be, she'd get to work on putting together a gift for someone she saw as a friend in the works!

There were some other goodie bags she put together juuuust in case she had some time later on, but this one was special!

Getting some snacks most folks actually enjoyed and...well...a picnic sort of lunch since it looked like they were headed off to the boonies or somethin'. Mostly a few sandwiches and hard boiled eggs, but just a bunch of protein bars for herself along with some bottles of water. Once all was said and done, she loaded up her duffel bag with goodies and necessities and got her more civilian looking styled boots on in case she had to get the heck out of dodge in a pinch. Eventually...she'd make those babies fly, but it was a step-by-step process!

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FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S A GOOD THING SHE SCREEN CAPPED A MAP OF THIS PLACE!

With her GPS crapping out at more points than she cared to admit, she was at least making good time and would be a little bit early...right?!

Chances were, Ghouligan wasn't going to be the one hanging around waiting for her to show up...rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiight?

Hopefully! Though the walk...or...well...gosh more like hike, felt kinda isolating? As though this place didn't really see a ton of folks...but that wasn't going to stop the techy who preferred the city juuuuuust a lil more! Part of her was tempted to just putta-put along with her boots in hover mode...but that would take waaay too long. Plus, there was something about it that felt less rewarding...or like she'd miss something?

Updating her map every now and again, she let out a sigh and slowly came to a stop as those golden optics rest upon the screen. "Well this is it...right?" muttering those words beneath her breath, she drifted around...trying to find the exact spot. By the time she got there, it was about 1:55pm...her gaze glancing around and for a moment, if only because the mask...

...was this actually Ghouls or did someone take his shit like a trophy?

Trying to shake off that awful thought, he didn't fully look like the Ghouligan she knew...it was off. "Ghouls...? That you, buddy?" Adjusting the strap on her bag, she figured he would have a way of assuring her that was him...right? Especially if he was gonna take a different appearance...her selling point was her voice, the very one she spoke in when her changer went on the fritz so he'd at least know that despite looking different, that was his ally in the flesh. WELL...if he remembered what she told him, anywho...then that would be easy enough to pass the verification check. Unlike the other vigilantes so far, only he and Dion knew a casual nickname of her's she'd answer to, one she'd answer to no matter the look.

If it wasn't Ghouligan...well...she'd make sure she gave anyone who hurt her buddies some just desserts!

......................or at least make one hell of an effort to dish out the karma!

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STAT RANK: C-
CURRENT DESCRIPTION: Providing the user with skin that has a great deal of elasticity, it leaves the user feeling pretty energetic and they're sturdy as could be! It's like someone turned the saying "I'm rubber, you're glue, whatever you say goes straight back to you" into a more literal sense. Putting her fingers, hands, feet, toes, arms, legs together for prolonged periods of time and pulling it apart will make a thick band that works like a slingshot. Since her skin is more like rubber, it operates as a splendid counter against electricity. Not to mention her bones have a density akin to thick rubber. The user's skin can create varying sized bands, or being pulled up and attached to things such as a bow, as examples of their versatility for using sections and segments of her skin. She can also pinch and move her skin around to make herself look different due to her rubber-like body since her skin has a great deal of elasticity & her bones are akin to thick rubber. Another perk is being able to get rid of, or change her finger prints after applying heat.



STAT RANK: C+
EXP COST: C (1,500) + C+ (2,000) = 3,500
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OTHER: RUBBER GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR but nawhr nothing new to Jaida's quirk aside from just upgrading the rank? Still does the same thing just improved like an infomercial with Billy Mays.

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STAT RANK: C
EXP COST: 1,500
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OTHER: Shoo bee do whop whop bah bah doo whop!

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Wow this white noise sure made it feel like some sort of horror film or something!

Some of the cats scrambled to their little hiding places and she shrugged it off since she figured some creep would find it difficult to ram a knife into her flesh. Back when she tried to be a Pro-Hero, they had their way of testing blades against her flesh and treating her like god's most difficult pin cushion...no way she could really look at needles the same after all that. Though at least the takeaway was chances are she'd be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! Besides, it could just be the wind, it was rainy, after all!

Probably nothing!



Holding the scoop in her mouth as she blinked a few times before turning her head towards the sound, her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk trying to stash up DEEZ NUTZ for winter or something! "Grrrnnfffgggfffggghhh?" Gawking like a deer in headlights at the silhouette for a hot second...

...was this it?

Was this the day she'd have to beat the shit out of someone in her shop?

Wasn't Miss G supposed to show up?

Would Miss G actually have her back if someone was trying to order her a fresh McMurder?

Probably?

She seemed nice enough, vigilantes did have each other's backs...right?

Right?

That wasn't just a...rare...trait in this budding community of vigilantes...right?

Pulling the scooper out of her mouth, she squinted at the window and licked the ice cream out of her lips while testing the weight of the scoop, oooooh yeah, this bad boy could concuss a mother hubbard for sure sure. Mrs. Sprinkles offered a grand total of zero fucks as she felt totally comfortable, rolling over on her back while purring loudly like a motorboat. Hopping up from the seat, she clicked her heels as the wheels popped up...

...she could clock the slasher with her ice cream scoop and Mss G could help mug em' since she was supposed to be here, yeah! GOOD PLAN! THE BEST PLAN! Then when the all too familiar face lit up, her expression went from I'mma fuck you up BOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII to a big ol grin like a cheerful happy puppy that was overly delighted to see a familiar human! OH BOY! IT WASN'T A SLASHER, IT WAS A FRIENDSHAPED PERSON! Idly flicking the scooper over her shoulder as it ker-plopped into the bucket of frozen goodness loaded with diabetes, she nodded and flailed her hands while pointing towards the door, changing the casual speaking pitch of her voice from usual, "IIIIIIIIIT'S OPEN! THAT ONE, YEAH YEAH!" Skating on over, she repeatedly began clapping her hands like an excited little otter.

"Oh! Oh oh! It's fine! It's really fine! I'm just glad it was you and not some serial killer I'd have to beat up!" Saying that odd combination of words with all the optimism reserves in the world, she held out her hands as though willing to take soggy articles of clothing, but she seemed a-okay! Some of the cats that took refuge in being hidden poked their noses out cautiously to watch the new human with caution.

Shrugging then plopping her hands upon her hips, she let the fellow vigilante roam and check the place out without a care in the world. There was nothing damning she needed to hide, so eh! Those vibrant green eyes of hers sparked with a light of excitement as she asked about the models around, skating on towards the visitor, she let out a delighted squeak! "Really?! I'd get some of these fellas back when I lived in America! Though I gotta tell ya, it's loooooooaaaaaads easier to find em' here!" Reaching to plop one hand around Miss G's shoulders, she used the other to gesture towards the various kits, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllll these guys come from different series, so in a cool way, they all got different origin stories to tell ya!"

Pointing towards one that was designed to look like it had influence from the magical girl genre, prominently pink with white accents and a black visor with green going across it, "But her, I wanna make her for real life one day as a suit I can use m'self! The series she comes from is called Digital Warriors, she's called Eun-U! Not a popular pick in the competitive gaming scene, but she's still my favorite! Oh! Wait here!" Quickly skating away and jumping over one of the cats trotting along, she eagerly grabbed a kit waiting to be built of the mech, Eun-U, skated over and hopped over another cat trotting around. Holding it with both hands, she held it out, offering it over to her hopeful friend in the making, "Here! This is the blue version of her, it can be like having a friendship bracelet, but with model kits! She's high-grade so the girl's built tough like me! I want ya to give her a good home!"

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That was one whole friggin' gold star on the checklist for not making someone uncomfortable in her book, woooooo!

Though, before she could get to work by using their small window of time to quickly prep for the gimmick she had in mind, like fully realize it as best as she could...they got unwanted company. When she saw Ghouligan look towards the sky, that's when she fiiiiiiiiiinally noticed the lil drone hanging out. Unsure who it belonged to, she wasn't about to accidentally flip off the fuzz or destroy their equipment! ESPECIALLY when she was attempting to pretend to be a Pro-Hero in the VERY near future. There was no way in hell she'd risk it for the biscuit like that!

So instead, she threw up a peace sign and grinned, chuckling at the thought of possibly being on camera...which was honestly kiiiiiiiiiind of terrifying! But hey, ya know what? At least the way she got herself ready for vigilante nonsense, her face shape was different enough to throw off her family and facial recognition software...so yaaaaay...? No real risk of getting recognized by da fuzz or her family and keep living separate lives without all the drama llamas! A PLATINUM LEVEL PLUS, IF YOU ASKED HER!

Long live being able to live a normal life outside of this!

Turning to look towards the goons threatening them, cause oh boy howdy she couldn't just ignore them, could she?! The scrawniest tank known to herself cleared her throat and tossed on a British accent before saying, "PEACE OUT, GIRL SCOUTS!" Smacking her boots as the wheels popped on out as she got the heck out of dodge to head into the fray. Rapidly moving one leg in front of the other to pick up momentum as she zoomed around, past the officer and downed Pro-Hero heading to the alley way she was literally just in to nab a megaphone from a downed officer and their gun. What kinda bullets it had, she didn't know...but she really hadn't the intention of ordering up a fresh McMurder for anyone unless there as a last resort.

No no, this was going to be used as a tool in more ways than one.

Non-Lethal shots were the name of the game when using it to censor herself and self-defense...that was acceptable for Pro-Heroes as far as she was concerned. This was a whole lot of chaos in a hell basket, more than she was used to, but she had to be insanely distracting so that meant meeting the energy surrounding her and then some...which made her crazy ass plan all the more better. Skating around, bobbing and weaving, pivoting while adjusting the strap around her wrist so the megaphone wouldn't fall off, she felt the rhythm in her head and would ride the wave for all those who needed her to keep all that shit together.

Picking up moment to shoulder check some thug off balance, she booped their ankle with the tip of her foot and when they fell on their back like a turtle, she held up the megaphone, practically screaming into it, "ELLO, LOVES N' THUGS! NAME'S PUNK BAE, YAH MUSICAL UNHINGED HERO! LET'S F--" Popping a cap into the downed thugs shoulder, point blank to censor herself, "--KIN GO WI' 'IS CONCAHT! FO'GOT MY GUI'AR, BUT F--" A stray shot to some random thug's leg "-K IT! WE BALL, YAH?! C'MON!" Skating around while doing a whole ass guitar, a moving and difficult to hit target who was dancing around with absolutely no reason...but she certainly had some solid moves at least, "MMMMAH-NYA-NNNA-NAH-NAH-NA-NAH! BAH-DAH-D-D-DAH-NYYYYYYYRRRRRRRAAAAH! MMMMAH-NYA-NNNA-NAH-NAH-NA-NAH! BAH-DAH-D-D-DAH-NYYYYYYYRRRRRRRAAAAH!"

What was the song she was gonna sing for the crowd? They'd find out soon enough cause that was just the intro!

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Normally, when it came to messages it was either a job request to do a home visit or schedule an appointment at the shop. There were multiple phones at her disposal, one was set aside explicitly for the vigilantes she gave her contact information to. The GPS disabled at default, but on when she was out there on the streets trying to make a difference or...if shit felt like hitting the fan. That particular phone didn't really pop off much at all, but she still kept it near by just in case someone actually needed her help...ya know?

Rolling over in a mess of blankets and a bunch of random stray cats who dubbed her as their designated human, she was mostly taking a day off for herself to chillax since all three of her parents were pointing out she'd been overworking herself as of late. It couldn't be helped, though...she needed to make them proud and try to get something together for the tech team, have something to show...all she wanted to do was make em' proud of her.

...the buzzing from a dinky looking flip phone that had a custom case with cats all over it stirred the slumbering goofball as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. This was like what? The fifth nap she took today since the cats practically bribed her with cuddles! Wiggling on out of bed, she scooped up her phone and blinked a few times...

...a message from Ghouligan?

Was he okay?!



Rapidly sending those two texts as quickly as her sleepy fingers would let her, she started getting ready while being at the ready to respond to another text. Even if she didn't have the day off, she would be drop stuff at the drop of a dime to be there for those who reached out to her, that's just the kinda person she was, after all!