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Servant
Ashigara's Lightning
» Nakano Harada
The previous night had been an absolute blast. In a fruitful attempt to avoid drowning within yesterday’s monotony Nakano had gathered up some of her rowdiest friends and together they hit the streets like a pack of rabid animals. Just because she was a hero didn’t mean she had to party like one, and by the end of it all it truly was a night they’d all remember. Except for Nakano. In the midst of all the ruckus she got swept up by the powerful winds of excitement, thus throwing what little caution she had right into the gutter. Sadly just because she was a little bit more reckless than usual didn’t mean she was invincible, and soon she ran head first into a massive problem: Her alcohol tolerance. All that it took were a few drinks during a particularly feisty karaoke session for her to be a complete goner, eventually forcing her friends to drop off an unconscious Nakano inside her apartment.
Fast-forward to the present time, a combination of her third alarm and a light migraine had finally succeeded in waking the grouchy tiger girl up. Still clad with last night’s clothes, Nakano grunted as she incorporated herself from her bed, her headache making it impossible for her to spend any more time laying down. “Ugh…”. It took an aspirin, a warm shower and a meaty breakfast for Nakano to become fully operational again, or at least as operational as she could be during the morning. Surprisingly enough though as she exited her apartment Nakano still had plenty of time to spare before she’d be a late arrival at the agency, so at the very least her walk would be a leisurely one this time.
Nakano’s arrival at the agency was far from what could be considered “early”, but at the very least she wasn’t the tardiest employee. Up until this point she had neglected it, but the moment Nakano stepped through those doors the sudden reminder of an obligatory meeting came rushing back to her mind. What an amazing day to arrive on time. As she crossed through into the lounge Nakano was greeted by the presence of multiple of her seniors lazing about, a good number of which were a horrid sight to behold this early in the day. The usual eyesore that were Ichiro and Tsukuyomi were thankfully balanced out by Gao rambling on about some topic Nakano had been too late to catch. Other than them the usual early birds that were Katherine and Tatsuo had also made themselves comfortable as they awaited the start of the meeting. And who do we have here, well if it isn’t Mr.Ugetsu finally back from that trip of his, Nakano had almost completely forgotten he even existed. Still, now that she was looking at her returned senior again the tiger girl remembered just how much she wanted to punch him right in the face. It’s not like there was some sorta bad blood between them, such as with Ichiro, that fueled this desire though, the guy just had a VERY punchable face. It just looked so pretty and delicate, like an expensive vase. But whatever, there was no time for that right now, and as for greetings all that Nakano said as she entered the room was: “Hah, who let the 5 year old decide what we were watching today?” referencing the cartoons being shown through the TV.
As she walked across the lounge Nakano noticed she had overlooked a face inside the room, and a brand new one at that. The female newcomer seemed to be right around her age, displaying a puny looking build similar to that of Kat’s, but without the pizzazz. Hopefully her quirk made up for it, 'cause Nakano needed more unwilling sparring companions. Despite everything I’ve mentioned though it wasn’t her presence, her appearance or her possible quirk that caught the tiger girl’s attention. No, it was something else. Something that was ticking her off. Nakano stood right in front of the girl, her eyes firmly locked with her face. It looked like she was ready to jump at her. The following words that came out of her mouth had a tint of hostility to them: “Hey, newbie, you are sitting on my spot. Scram before I scramble you myself.”
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Nano
Nano
Britt-21
Omniverse Explorer
Katherine turned her head when she saw Gao, the grandpa of the agency. He mentioned some cinnamon rolls and, yes, even if it did pique her interest, she silently declined those. Mainly because she liked the kinds that were more unique, which was why she gave Ichiro some money to get her pastries...Speaking of He didn't give me my money back...I'm going to have to get that back if he didn't spend it already... she thought "I do enjoy pastries..." (
Maxxob
) replied the hero in her soft tone. Shortly after, Tatsuo (
AriAriAbabwa
) followed in, greeting those that were already in the room. Giving her a nod in greeting and watching as she went on ahead and took a seat, asking about the meeting, to which Kathy nodded. From there, many more kept coming in, Charlie (
leviohsa
), Tsukuyomi (
StealthyShades
), Ugetsu (
Nano
), and Nakano (
Servant
). At least everyone seemed to take today just a little bit more seriously from the looks of it, coming in early was always something Eagle liked to see. Conversation began to form and hearing about Miniskirts coming from Gao, she glanced down at her own before looking back at him, taking no time in whacking him in the back of his head "We don't say that in the workplace, Pervert Grandpa..." her gaze shifted to Tsuki "The meeting is probably serious enough that he came earlier than all of us..." with a soft sigh, she began to look at all the Heroes that actually resided in the current room, there were so many personalities, so many different utilities that could be used. Truly it was a unique agency that they were growing into. Amethysts landed on Ugetsu as he commented not only on Gao, but the meeting as well. "I'm not sure...Though I know for one thing..." she shifted a finger to point -but also poke- the top of Ichiro's head "He may know what's going on...I heard he met Eagle yesterday in the office..." she shrugged slightly and addressed Nakano going on and threatening the new hero "Nakano, you know better than to threaten others, mainly those who've just joined the agency..."
Kathy was like a mother, which made it very interesting due to her nature. "We don't need the recruits thinking we hate them..."
poi
permanent iishanten
&. omoikane
poi
Phayne
[▬▬(ஜ۩۞۩ஜ)▬▬]
~Early Morning Hijinx~
Jin had awoken hours before his alarm was even set to wake him; the rabbit hero finding this particular night to be quite difficult to surrender himself to the comforting embrace of slumber. Like a raging vortex, Jin had found himself to be the victim of his own pent up energy, his body still raring to go whilst his mind protested against the absurdity of it all. Muscles begging to release this stored power that itched beneath his skin, Jin had found himself struggling in vain to find his usual sweet spot in bed and had instead found himself tossing and turning as he fruitlessly played along with this tug of war game.
Alas when he did finally manage to scavenge an hour or two of nap time, he would soon be awoken by a plethora of nuisances that would awaken him once more. The sound of his neighbours fighting from down the street, two alley cats deciding to contest ownership over the pavement in front of the local convenience store; a war that lasted hours and finally the sound of some leathered up punk driving their overly loud motorbike down the street in an attempt to piss off all those still enjoying / trying to enjoy their sleep. After a short chase by an unknown early morning vigilante the latter would soon find themselves yoinked off their bike, strung up a tree and the keys to their bike accidentally dropped in the storm drain.
Still, the itch beneath the skin would not dissipate and instead of trying to salvage whatever sleep he could, Jin had instead decided to tackle the problem at hand. Truthfully speaking, Jin knew full well why he had all this pent up energy within himself, the last two incidents being part and parcel of his current problem. Through no fault of anyone else but himself, Jin had found himself to be largely on the passive side over recent events' the hero attempting to see the wider picture rather than zeroing in on the obvious issue. Of course the fire was largely out of his control, the mere fact that his particular skill set was not the best of match ups with the burning building was something he could not help. He'd have done more harm than good if he had simply charged into the flames.
The same could not be said about yesterdays incident; the murder of the villain as well as the potentially attempted murder of his very own colleague Kathy. Why had he not rushed in and apprehended the shooter himself? Why had he explicitly chosen to keep a distance?. Speed was his strongest ally and asset yet he was one of the slowest to react. What was holding him back?
Jin shook his head at the thought of it all, his already sleep deprived mind struggling to even put together a decent string of thoughts, especially when he was already fighting to contain the surging frustration inside of him. There'd be no winner if he tried to fight on both battlefields simultaneously. Instead of self imploding over the matter, the Rabbit hero had instead chosen to tackle the seemingly easier of the two problems he faced, which was the task of ridding himself of his pent up energy and Jin knew just the place to do so.
Returning home just as the night sky began to show a glimmer of light in the far distance, Jin had quickly gathered his essentials for the day; tossing them into a Red and black duffel bag before quickly exiting his home and heading towards his destination. The Gym. There was no better place for Jin to attempt to scratch the itch and release that frustration. Thankfully he knew just the perfect gym to head towards.
Focusing primarily on the punch bag, Gym had found himself unleashing most of his stress upon the inanimate object; the Hero offering a variety of kicks and punches to the large bag, the pressure gauge embedded within it showing the intensity of each and every punch or kick that landed upon it. Eventually it would draw the attention of another early bird Gym enthusiast; another hero and one that Jin had seen several times before yet never once spoken to. Octavius he believed his hero name was and his quirk was the ability to replicate his own arms up to a total number of 6 times, 3 on either side.. An obvious 'Power' type quirk that also had the fortunate ally of speed, though that was only limited to the speed in which his punches landed. He wasn't inheritly fast anywhere else.
Eventually the two would find themselves in the gym's octagonal ring with a small crowd of other gym enthusiasts and staff watching the bout between two known heroes; Octavius probably being the more stand out of the two considering how much longer he has been in the business than Jin. Their fight would last 8 rounds and Octavius would be declared the winner by choice of the crowd, though Jin wasn't really in it for the chance of victory. He knew going into the ring would leave him at a severe disadvantage since he relied more on having the space to utilise his agility and that a confined ring would play more into the hands of the close range Octavius. Jin simply needed a more effective way to release the pent up energy and Octavius had proven to be far more effective than a mere punch bag that couldn't fight back.
With the sparring session over and the two having no hard feelings between them, Jin would feel himself feeling far better than he had done so in the morning, thanks to the adrenaline of the fight and the itch taken care off. Glancing at the time, he begun to make his way to work. Showered and now garbed in his usual work hero attire.
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Arriving just about on time, Jin quickly dashed his duffel bag into his work area and begun to make his way towards the meeting room, a bottle of water in one hand and a Carrot energy bar in the other. Upon entering the already lively meeting room, Jin had just managed to hear one of the newcomers interrogate Nakano; head pats and catnip. Either he was trying to woo her as a future spouse or he just enjoyed playing with fire. Either way, Jin was partially interested to see how Nakano would react. Would she bust his balls for attempting to head pat her, or would she play nice, if only to rob him of any potential catnip they may have had.
"Morning everyone" Jin simply muttered, offering a half wave to those already inside the room, before he made his way towards his chair. "Kathy how are you feeling? Has there been any progress on yesterday's incident?" he questioned, before taking a bite out of his energy bar.
Jin had awoken hours before his alarm was even set to wake him; the rabbit hero finding this particular night to be quite difficult to surrender himself to the comforting embrace of slumber. Like a raging vortex, Jin had found himself to be the victim of his own pent up energy, his body still raring to go whilst his mind protested against the absurdity of it all. Muscles begging to release this stored power that itched beneath his skin, Jin had found himself struggling in vain to find his usual sweet spot in bed and had instead found himself tossing and turning as he fruitlessly played along with this tug of war game.
Alas when he did finally manage to scavenge an hour or two of nap time, he would soon be awoken by a plethora of nuisances that would awaken him once more. The sound of his neighbours fighting from down the street, two alley cats deciding to contest ownership over the pavement in front of the local convenience store; a war that lasted hours and finally the sound of some leathered up punk driving their overly loud motorbike down the street in an attempt to piss off all those still enjoying / trying to enjoy their sleep. After a short chase by an unknown early morning vigilante the latter would soon find themselves yoinked off their bike, strung up a tree and the keys to their bike accidentally dropped in the storm drain.
Still, the itch beneath the skin would not dissipate and instead of trying to salvage whatever sleep he could, Jin had instead decided to tackle the problem at hand. Truthfully speaking, Jin knew full well why he had all this pent up energy within himself, the last two incidents being part and parcel of his current problem. Through no fault of anyone else but himself, Jin had found himself to be largely on the passive side over recent events' the hero attempting to see the wider picture rather than zeroing in on the obvious issue. Of course the fire was largely out of his control, the mere fact that his particular skill set was not the best of match ups with the burning building was something he could not help. He'd have done more harm than good if he had simply charged into the flames.
The same could not be said about yesterdays incident; the murder of the villain as well as the potentially attempted murder of his very own colleague Kathy. Why had he not rushed in and apprehended the shooter himself? Why had he explicitly chosen to keep a distance?. Speed was his strongest ally and asset yet he was one of the slowest to react. What was holding him back?
Jin shook his head at the thought of it all, his already sleep deprived mind struggling to even put together a decent string of thoughts, especially when he was already fighting to contain the surging frustration inside of him. There'd be no winner if he tried to fight on both battlefields simultaneously. Instead of self imploding over the matter, the Rabbit hero had instead chosen to tackle the seemingly easier of the two problems he faced, which was the task of ridding himself of his pent up energy and Jin knew just the place to do so.
Returning home just as the night sky began to show a glimmer of light in the far distance, Jin had quickly gathered his essentials for the day; tossing them into a Red and black duffel bag before quickly exiting his home and heading towards his destination. The Gym. There was no better place for Jin to attempt to scratch the itch and release that frustration. Thankfully he knew just the perfect gym to head towards.
Focusing primarily on the punch bag, Gym had found himself unleashing most of his stress upon the inanimate object; the Hero offering a variety of kicks and punches to the large bag, the pressure gauge embedded within it showing the intensity of each and every punch or kick that landed upon it. Eventually it would draw the attention of another early bird Gym enthusiast; another hero and one that Jin had seen several times before yet never once spoken to. Octavius he believed his hero name was and his quirk was the ability to replicate his own arms up to a total number of 6 times, 3 on either side.. An obvious 'Power' type quirk that also had the fortunate ally of speed, though that was only limited to the speed in which his punches landed. He wasn't inheritly fast anywhere else.
Eventually the two would find themselves in the gym's octagonal ring with a small crowd of other gym enthusiasts and staff watching the bout between two known heroes; Octavius probably being the more stand out of the two considering how much longer he has been in the business than Jin. Their fight would last 8 rounds and Octavius would be declared the winner by choice of the crowd, though Jin wasn't really in it for the chance of victory. He knew going into the ring would leave him at a severe disadvantage since he relied more on having the space to utilise his agility and that a confined ring would play more into the hands of the close range Octavius. Jin simply needed a more effective way to release the pent up energy and Octavius had proven to be far more effective than a mere punch bag that couldn't fight back.
With the sparring session over and the two having no hard feelings between them, Jin would feel himself feeling far better than he had done so in the morning, thanks to the adrenaline of the fight and the itch taken care off. Glancing at the time, he begun to make his way to work. Showered and now garbed in his usual work hero attire.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Arriving just about on time, Jin quickly dashed his duffel bag into his work area and begun to make his way towards the meeting room, a bottle of water in one hand and a Carrot energy bar in the other. Upon entering the already lively meeting room, Jin had just managed to hear one of the newcomers interrogate Nakano; head pats and catnip. Either he was trying to woo her as a future spouse or he just enjoyed playing with fire. Either way, Jin was partially interested to see how Nakano would react. Would she bust his balls for attempting to head pat her, or would she play nice, if only to rob him of any potential catnip they may have had.
"Morning everyone" Jin simply muttered, offering a half wave to those already inside the room, before he made his way towards his chair. "Kathy how are you feeling? Has there been any progress on yesterday's incident?" he questioned, before taking a bite out of his energy bar.
Maxxob
The Overseer
Mr. Fist
Location: Break room -> Hallway
Owww... my sides!
Location: Break room -> Hallway
Owww... my sides!
The old man got visibly content seeing one of his fellow agents get into his nonsensical spiel - “60 denier black tights… mmm… I will remember that” - Gao reinforces his charade, saying it to himself as if to imprint in his own memory. Wait that was… Ugetsu (
Nano
), wasn’t he? Ehhh… wasn’t she? Just knowing who the agent was enough for Mr. Fist, as he was very thankful that his memory was, at the very least, in working order when the subject was the other agents. Suddenly, the old man is violently assaulted by a none-too-pleased Nexette (
Britt-21
).“Ow! Ow! Ow! You are going to mess my hair like that!” - Gao held the back of his bald head in an almost comical way, taking no offense in being called a pervert by the fellow agent. In truth, taking a look around the room, he was glad that his talk, albeit accrued a possible negative view of himself by newer members, could possibly take their mind off and cut through the heavy air he felt a few minutes earlier by the sheer absurdity of it. The old man turned to Ichiro (
Slav
), as soon as it was revealed that he would possibly know the contents of the meeting - “Ahhh… deep into the Eagle’s nest, I see.” - he thought, looking towards karate fighting hero, while his fingers ran along his fu machu styled mustache a few times.However, another event in the break room caught Mr. Fist’s attention: the ‘dispute’, if one could call it that, over the tigress’ (
Servant
) favorite seat. That detail had, unfortunately, simply slipped the old man’s mind that was more preoccupied about his crazy rambling about the mini-skirts. Had he paid attention, he would have advised the new recruit, Haywire (
leviohsa
), to move to another seat. The contention had begun: orders by the tabby tiger girl for the technological inclined hero to move. Well, at least that situation had placated the usual sparring ‘invitation’ from Nanako to the bald hero. He wondered if that would, at some point, evolve to a formal duel challenge, which he would have no choice to accept for his own honor’s sake.Regardless, the very own Nexette interceded in favor of the newcomer. She wasn’t the only one, but also the new agent that was present at yesterday, ahem, shitshow. Masaru, or Slowburn (
Itsui
), had also made his play towards the Sunotaiga. A bold move… very bold indeed - “He was so young and showed so much promise… a pity. A true pity…” - Gao said, looking directly at Slowburn, with clear sadness in his voice, giving small head shakes from left to right. That was not all, however. Another agent (
poi
), a boy who he had no recollection of, entered the room, choosing the kid’s chair. Wait, why was there a chair like that in the break room? Heroes with children? His next comments towards the tiger girl made Gao’s eyes widen in an unusual way, his eyebrows had risen to the top of his head. That broke the last resistance of the old man’s stoically calm face.First, he began snickering. In no time, that evolved a full-blown laughter. It was so uncontrollable, that the old man tried to cover his mouth as good as he could, tears forming on the corners of his eyes - “Hahahahaha, yeah, yeah! Get a foxtail grass and test her reflexes!” - Gao manages to tell the boy, before leaving the break room and standing outside, trying to calm himself down.
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leviohsa
Supreme Overlord
♡coded by uxie♡
StealthyShades
Problem Solver and Causer
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Maxxob
The Overseer
Mr. Fist
Location: Hall near the meeting room
In a long, long time ago... in a prefecture not that far away...
Location: Hall near the meeting room
In a long, long time ago... in a prefecture not that far away...
While he made his way out of the break room, he couldn’t help but hear Haywire firm stand against the “bully” Nanako about moving from the silly Elmo Armchair. Both her and Slowburn sure had a suitable amount of courage - “I guess that is the kind of courage that is needed to be a hero, after all” - Gao commented to himself, sitting on a simple chair besides the door of the meeting room. What a unique, diverse group that was. Thinking about that made the bald hero smile to himself. People of different stripes, backgrounds, personalities all came together for a single purpose. Regardless of the differences they might have, it certainly wasn’t enough to bend and break the unity they had there. Thinking about that, made the old man remember something from his past. He closed his eyes and let himself into memory lane. It happened 8 years ago, when he had just arrived in Japan…
Having a hero license from another country made things much easier for Mr. Fist. Even though he had to go through a validation of his experience in China, to make sure it held to the Japanese standards, it was practically a breeze. The maturity Gao had played its part on it as well. When 37 years of your life was spent fighting villains and terrorists, rescuing civilians and doing all sorts of miscellaneous work, you get experience. Possibly, it was this experience that ended up being his ticket into the Eagle Agency. This story, however, was from a time even before he was a member of it.
While working with a smaller agency, an opportunity presented itself to team up with a bigger, more notorious agency. Ling’s boss at the time didn’t even think twice and accepted the offer in a heartbeat. The smaller agency would not only profit monetarily, Gao had heard that there was a quite sizeable bonus from the usual government pay, but also its status would increase tremendously. Mr. Fist were one of the agents that were chosen to this joint operation. The agents were divided in pairs: these were formed with one member from each agency. Gao was unfortunate enough to be paired with Might Soul.
Might Soul was the typical top hero adored by the public. His popularity was through the roof, because of his extreme charisma. His quirk was quite powerful: it made his body invincible to everything… well, later on he discovered that wasn’t the case. The result of having a quirk like this was a hero that simply charged in. It didn’t matter what kind of enemy he was facing, he simply charged it. That had created the perception that no one could beat him and, surely, that also distorted Might Soul’s very own views of himself and his opponents.
The mission all agents were assigned looked simple enough: there was a group of loosely organized that were performing some high target robberies. That intel wasn’t that reliable and its quality was questionable. During the briefing, there was a clear question in the mind of the agents: why pair up with a such a simple assignment? Truth was, the bigger agency was only looking to expand even more its notoriety and proper search of what they were getting into was not done. And surely, increasing the number of bodies in a mission increases its chance of success, no?
At that point, the old man head was hanging backwards, against the back of the chair. His mouth was hanging open. His hand rested on each side of his body, palms turned upwards. Had anyone just got out of the room and seen that ghastly scene, the only logical conclusion was: Gao had waited so much that he had passed. Gone was the half-century hero. That was… if only there wasn’t a motor-like snoring sound coming from him. One would have to wonder if it was possible for someone to snore as loud as that. And Mr. Fist was the living proof that yes, it was possible.
(Thanks for the blurry tag
Itsui
)
Slav
Senior Member
Eagle
Eagle came in to the room to the sight of...whatever was going on. When did the elmo chair get in the building? I'll have Tsukuyomi throw that out later. Eagle couldn't stop the sigh leaving his mouth. This group never failed to surprise him, especially at a morning hour like this. "Alright! Calm down all of you. I thought this was a UA classroom with how you all were acting. Better start acting like professionals, some of you have been neglecting your duties lately." Eagle turned and looked at Charlie, Nakano, and Omo who were all around the Elmo chair. "Nakano, leave the rookie alone. It's great to see you on time today Charlie, let's hope it stays that way." He didn't think he needed to address them like that, they were adults after all, at least most of them. Couldn't really call Omoikane an adult.
"Anyways, we have a meeting to get to, so let's not sit on our hands." Eagle turned around and proceeded into the meeting room, sitting at the head of the table. Once everybody was seated, he cleared his voice, "As you know, a villain's life was taken in broad daylight and they almost took Katherine's head off to. Yesterday's incident has got some city officials worried that they might make moves on higher profile villains. They are doing a prisoner transport of a villain to a new facility and they want us to babysit. I've selected a few of you to go, the rest will be staying on standby."
He withdrew his list from the pocket in his vest, "Ichiro, Nakano, Katayama, Gao, Tastuo and Charlie, you will be on babysitting duty. As for the rest of you, you will remain on stand by. If there is an emergency, I want some of us to be able to respond." Eagle stood up from where he was sitting, "In this folder is your mission details." He said, sliding the folder over to Ichiro who was closest to him. "If you have any questions about the mission, I'll be in my office." He turned around and walked out, leaving the room. He didn't like the mission but it was a request from the higher-ups. There wasn't much he could do.
(For those of you selected to stay back, you will have plenty to do in a few posts)
Maxxob
The Overseer
Mr. Fist
Location: Meeting Room
The best part of discretion
Location: Meeting Room
The best part of discretion
As the agents started to make their way into the meeting room, Gao’s eyes shot open. It was hard to believe, but the old man actually had a pretty light sleep. Cleaning the drool from his chin, he got up from the chair and also made his way into the meeting room, being the last one to enter it. The bald hero ended up sitting besides Sunotaiga, resting his chin on his hands while he listened to Eagle talk about the new assignment - “Babysit, huh? What are the chances of that?” - the old man thought to himself, as he remembered what he was thinking about just a few moments prior to falling asleep.
The bald hero couldn’t help, but look surprised when his name was mentioned as one of the agents that would participate in the villain’s transport. Certainly the man… or better said, the bird himself had good reasons to pick the team members as he did. That was what Mr. Fist thought, as he nodded to himself a few times, as he kept listening. Did that mission have a level of secrecy? For not taking questions right there in the meeting room, that possibility formed into the old man’s head. With that being said, as the Eagle walked out of the room, he turned to the tiger girl (
Servant
) and said, back to his usual kind and calm expression: “It will be good to work with you again, Taiga-chan. The only pity is that I doubt this mission will allow me to see how much you have progressed”Having said that, he peeked towards Ichiro, seeing that the folder was given directly to him. He was certainly curious to know what details of the mission were included in that file. Would the villain be a high-profile one? He missed his chance to know about who exactly was the last target, having charged into the mission a bit blindly, only by the information he had gotten through his intercomm. He started to run his fingers along his fu manchu mustache while he got lost in his thoughts.
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Phayne
[▬▬(ஜ۩۞۩ஜ)▬▬]
~Mountains of Paperwork~
Jin now fixed upon his usual chair had begun to half heartedly listen in on the various exchanges among the other hero's present in the room, the rabbit hero keeping more to himself as he tended too as he casually eavesdropped to the trivial argument regarding the grotesque looking chair at the opposite end of the room. It was definetily something that sounded more like a 'their problem' rather than his and as such he saw no real need to interject in the matter. Whatever the end result of this curfuffle, Jin was pretty confident that his status quo would go unchanged. Chair, no chair. Elmo, Bert or Ernie, it didn't really affect him whether that chair was here or not. Thus, rather than letting himself get sucked into that argument, Jin had instead swivelled his chair to the side and glanced out the window; cloud gazing as he awaited the imminent arrival of Eagle.
The wait would not be long as the feathered hero made his arrival, the avian bird of prey entering the room with a slight ruffle in his feathers as whatever 'boss face' he had decided to wear today would soon be replaced with one of discontent as he lamented the 'professionalism' of the work place. Like a teacher entering a rambunctious classroom, Eagle of course had to get the class hooligans to put bums in seats before he could event attempt to get to the matter at hand.
Jin now swivelled back round so that he was facing the front had placed his right elbow against the top of the desk, his head resting upon an open palm as he impatiently glanced in the direction of the troublemakers, the fingers of his left hand tapping away at the table as he waited to see if they would cause more ruckus before they inevitably decided to behave.
Once the huffing and puffing had finally died down and Eagle finished his briefing, Jin without so much as uttering a word had stood up; tucking his chair under the desk before making his way towards his individual work area. Not chosen as part of the group to babysit the transported villain, Jin saw no need to linger in the meeting room any longer. Whilst he was of course curious as to who was being transported, he was presently not needed in the room and would only be in the way of the chosen few who he assumed would prioritize memorising the mission details.
"Good luck with the mission, fingers crossed it goes smoothly" muttered Jin as he stopped at the door, half turning to glance at Ichiro and the others, before finally exiting the meeting room and heading to his work area. Patrol duty was off the cards today, instead it was paperwork and considering recent events, quite a bit had piled up.
Jin now fixed upon his usual chair had begun to half heartedly listen in on the various exchanges among the other hero's present in the room, the rabbit hero keeping more to himself as he tended too as he casually eavesdropped to the trivial argument regarding the grotesque looking chair at the opposite end of the room. It was definetily something that sounded more like a 'their problem' rather than his and as such he saw no real need to interject in the matter. Whatever the end result of this curfuffle, Jin was pretty confident that his status quo would go unchanged. Chair, no chair. Elmo, Bert or Ernie, it didn't really affect him whether that chair was here or not. Thus, rather than letting himself get sucked into that argument, Jin had instead swivelled his chair to the side and glanced out the window; cloud gazing as he awaited the imminent arrival of Eagle.
The wait would not be long as the feathered hero made his arrival, the avian bird of prey entering the room with a slight ruffle in his feathers as whatever 'boss face' he had decided to wear today would soon be replaced with one of discontent as he lamented the 'professionalism' of the work place. Like a teacher entering a rambunctious classroom, Eagle of course had to get the class hooligans to put bums in seats before he could event attempt to get to the matter at hand.
Jin now swivelled back round so that he was facing the front had placed his right elbow against the top of the desk, his head resting upon an open palm as he impatiently glanced in the direction of the troublemakers, the fingers of his left hand tapping away at the table as he waited to see if they would cause more ruckus before they inevitably decided to behave.
Once the huffing and puffing had finally died down and Eagle finished his briefing, Jin without so much as uttering a word had stood up; tucking his chair under the desk before making his way towards his individual work area. Not chosen as part of the group to babysit the transported villain, Jin saw no need to linger in the meeting room any longer. Whilst he was of course curious as to who was being transported, he was presently not needed in the room and would only be in the way of the chosen few who he assumed would prioritize memorising the mission details.
"Good luck with the mission, fingers crossed it goes smoothly" muttered Jin as he stopped at the door, half turning to glance at Ichiro and the others, before finally exiting the meeting room and heading to his work area. Patrol duty was off the cards today, instead it was paperwork and considering recent events, quite a bit had piled up.
leviohsa
Supreme Overlord
♡coded by uxie♡
AriAriAbabwa
Don't lose Ari~♪ Shine bright Ari~♪
“Hey, newbie, you are sitting on my spot. Scram before I scramble you myself.”
I could use some tea. Come to think of it, they left some bags over on the counter, didn't they? So she silently stood, waltzing over to prepare a cup in the meantime. More and more of her peers arrived, taking their seats. She turned to ask Mr. Gao if he wanted a cup... but each time she looked back, he was either laughing out of control after shooting a remark to Nakano, gone from the meeting room itself, or having a ghastly nap amid the chaos. Sincerely, she didn't feel like waking him up to ask.
"Sorry, but, you do look a bit ridiculous lording over an Elmo chair at eight in the morning... Are you always this desperate for validation? Did mommy and daddy not give you enough attention?"
Tatsuo dipped the tea bag in, humming the cartoon's theme song to herself. Well, well, sounds like the rookie stands on solid ground. For all the times Nakano's ear-piercing voice threw off the shrine-maiden's elegant nature like a cheap jumpscare you'd berate yourself for falling for, she only had to commend that. She just hoped it didn't sow any wedges in their teamwork... Then again, Nakano was practically like that with everyone.
Thankfully, the cacophony didn't last long; Eagle had entered the room, appearing just as she expected him to react. Just in time, Tatsuo returned to her seat, gently holding the cup of tea over her lap. Her eyes remained blissfully at ease, partly eased by the brew in hand, taking in each word of the briefing.
Guard duty? And a need for six heroes, at that? The city officials must have uncovered something else to get them spooked. That, or they were in case the high profile villain somehow gets out. An attack on a transport like that could spell any motivation, really.
Tatsuo perked her gaze up at the newbie, Charlie, who made a plain remark about their mission. Still gripping the cup, the Miko rose. "All villains are, are simply victims of a story we have yet to comprehend," she said with a soft smile. Her gaze did not shift away from the surface of the tea, swishing it gently. "It is up to the kami to mete judgement; whether it be cruel and unusual, or lenient."
After another sip, she finally turned to her team, specifically the newbies. "Haywire; Slowburn; I presume?" She nodded to each hero respectively. "I don't believe we've yet had the pleasure. I am Tatsuo Iori, more so known as the Miko. Normally the rookies' integrations aren't as eventful as the past few days have been, and it seems today will be no different."
Tatsuo then followed the direction of the mission file, over to the Karate King. "Now then. What's in store for us, Ichiro?"
Servant
Ashigara's Lightning
» Nakano Harada
"Nakano, you know better than to threaten others, mainly those who've just joined the agency...We don't need the recruits thinking we hate them..."
Katherine’s orders fell upon deaf ears, her words causing no dents upon the wall of cold hostility that was Nakano at that very moment. In Nakano’s eyes Kat was somewhat of stern motherly figure that chastised the tiger girl for most things she did, which is why at this point she had become somewhat desensitized to her reprimands. Plus, in terms of the senior importance hierarchy Kat pretty much sat at the top of it all, which is why Nakano felt a bit of an ego boost whenever she chose to disobey her words. As a result Nakano held down her ground, fully ready to get rid of this newbie invader’s presence one way or the other. She didn’t exactly look heavy, neither did the chair, clearly she had to-
"Sunotaiga, was it? Please I'm sure she meant no harm. I have to agree with Nexette on this one because I am one of the newer members, and don't even think about getting mad at me, really, it's a waste of energy that could be used to do something productive."
Oh? It looked like someone was able to break Nakano’s confrontational stare, though it had the adverse effect of it being redirected right at him. She sized up her new challenger, remaining unimpressed by what he showed off at first sight. Had the agency gone talent hunting at the local pip-squeak convention for new recruits? Were these two truly the best candidates that had cropped up? Whichever the case, at the very least he had the balls to step up to Nakano without showing any obvious signs of fear. The tiger girl applauded his bravery, but that didn’t mean she was gonna go easy on him. “Huuuuh? And who the fuck died and made you the leader, coconut head? You wanna talk about being productive? Gladly, I’ll give you productive, by showing you newbies where you belo-”
“Uwah ~ Toganyan looks so fluffy…! You’re like a cat, right? Do―… do you like headpats, too...?! Oh oh, what happens if someone has catnip? Do you…?”
More so than orders, more so than threats, those words had been the only to fully catch Nakano off-guard. Had she not been so quick to recover she would’ve probably taken a step back from pure shock. Who was this lost child and how had he gotten into agency? For a very, very brief moment Nakano’s more maternal side peered out to look at what was happening. Such innocent words could’ve only come from a young child that had sneaked into the agency to look at his heroes, right? However, said side of her immediately sank into the depths of her being the moment her eyes were laid upon the putrid visage that was the person sitting upon her favorite chair’s armrest. This was no child. This was a punk. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind anymore, the agency was cutting corners and had begun recruiting any schmuck that they came about on the streets. HOW could they allow someone like this inside, HOW!? And so the list of newbies in need of a lesson continued to grow, and Nakano was the eager senior ready to dish it out. And the worst part was that Gao had chosen to insert himself into the teasing. The old man would have to deal with an extra aggressive feline the next time they sparred together. Still, his time for punishment would be later, it was this little twerp’s turn now: “Why you little-”
"Sorry, but, you do look a bit ridiculous lording over an Elmo chair at eight in the morning...Are you always this desperate for validation? Did mommy and daddy not give you enough attention?"
At last, some actual confrontation instead of the cutesy bullshit that had just been dished out. Despite being the target of such a juvenile retort Nakano couldn’t help but ever so slightly smirk at the way this newbie lashed out. How sad would it have been if this Elmo invader would’ve bowed her head and moved away, it would’ve robbed Nakano of the opportunity that she was looking for: An opportunity to throw a punch. After all, what better way is there to weigh someone’s combat worthiness than by putting them in a sudden and immediate hostile situation where their own heads were at risk. Sunotaiga truly wanted to congratulate the Elmo princess and her white knight for showing their spines, and she was gonna do it in her own very special way, by pulling them into a fight right there and then. The cutesy teaser would also be included, though his reasons for getting a beating were completely different. Nakano pulled her arm back, ready for the mayhem to commence, when her warm welcome was rudely interrupted by the worst possible person:
"Alright! Calm down all of you. I thought this was a UA classroom with how you all were acting. Better start acting like professionals, some of you have been neglecting your duties lately. Nakano, leave the rookie alone. It's great to see you on time today Charlie, let's hope it stays that way."
A very straightforward “Tch.” was all that Nakano responded with. How did he always know when to drop by at the exact perfect time!? At that moment Nakano truly was completely powerless to continue with her wishes, any wrong move and she’d be eating the ground all over again. Nakano gave her first target one last look, frustrated at the outcome of the situation. Charlie huh? She would surely remember that name from that day on. She now had a debt that needed to be repaid after all. But enough of revenge movie plots, the meeting was about to commence.
“As you know, a villain's life was taken in broad daylight and they almost took Katherine's head off to. Yesterday's incident has got some city officials worried that they might make moves on higher profile villains. They are doing a prisoner transport of a villain to a new facility and they want us to babysit. I've selected a few of you to go, the rest will be staying on standby. Ichiro, Nakano, Katayama, Gao, Tastuo and Charlie, you will be on babysitting duty. As for the rest of you, you will remain on stand by. If there is an emergency, I want some of us to be able to respond. In this folder is your mission details."
Finally, a mission that didn’t involve babysitting civilians. No, this was completely different, it was time to babysit a villain. Why was this any different? Because if this baby misbehaves Nakano is allowed to dish out some proper physical reprimands. Does it beat laying around and watching TV in the breakroom? Hard to say, she’d have to wait till after the mission to decide.
“It will be good to work with you again, Taiga-chan. The only pity is that I doubt this mission will allow me to see how much you have progressed”
Despite his earlier teasing, it was hard for Nakano to stay mad at gramps for too long. He was, after all, the best punching bag there was around: Always up for it and ready to dish out punches right back. He was possibly one of the only seniors that had earned Nakano’s full trust and respect. “That may be so old man, I guess I’ll just have to rattle those dusty bones of yours in the fighting ring when we get back.” She responded in a light yet fully serious tone to her eldest senior.
"So, uh, am I the only one who finds it a bit peculiar that we have to protect some asshole?"
Ohoho, it seemed like someone was getting cold feet already. Still, despite it all Nakano did find the whole mission to be quite peculiar. What were the actual downsides of letting something like yesterday happen again, other than removing potential fun from Nakano’s platter. These people who were so willing to hurt any and all in pursuit of their selfish gains, why did they deserve any sort of special treatment? But these were orders from Eagle himself, so she wasn’t about to question them, all that she knew was the fact that it needed to be done. And plus, she wasn’t about to openly agree with Charlie.
“D’aaaaaw, is someone scared of a little villain?” Nakano said in a mockingly. “It’s not too late you know, if you think you aren’t up to the challenge you can just waaaalk out and head back to mommy, the door’s right there.”
What a perfect contrast she was to the Miko’s kind and reassuring words. Despite the different approaches between the tiger and the maiden they did both agree on two things: 1) That the mission needed to be done. And 2) That Ichiro needed to start reading.
“Yeah come on Karate Kid, stop making us wait and get on with it already.”
code by
Nano
Nano
Maxxob
The Overseer
Mr. Fist
Location: Meeting room
Sweet, sweet hot nectar
Location: Meeting room
Sweet, sweet hot nectar
The old man laughed jovially at Nanako’s (
Servant
) response, clearly being content in hearing it. His mind had been a bit of a chaos lately and the exercise would certainly take his edge off - “They sure need some rattling! I will try to save my quirk as much as I can for it” - he said, clearly being up for it. He was surprised he was again into the tigress’ good graces… well, at least as much as anyone could be in her graces anyway. Fist listened intently to the other agents’ opinions about the mission. Charlie (
leviohsa
), Haywire, clearly thought it was bizarre and made no sense that they would be protecting those they were supposed to fight.In a sense, Gao agreed with her. The Agency would end up using part of its manpower to escort this villain. The old man gathered that the possible reasons officials tasked the Eagle Agency with this mission was: 1) To protect the villain from a murderer, which made quite a bit of sense, taking in consideration their last mission. 2) To make sure there isn’t any attack on the transport itself, with the objective of freeing the villain. Fist assumed that that number 1 was way more probable than 2, but it was already protocol that at least one seasoned hero accompany villain transfers.
He couldn’t discount the Miko’s (
AriAriAbabwa
) opinion either. Was it really their place to past rapid judgment on those who ended up being labeled as villains? If large villains organizations managed to achieve their objectives, values would invert in a matter of seconds. Those labeled villains would become heroes and vice-versa. And, as much as Gao hated to admit, villains were needed to create what was the closest resemblance of balance. A world without villains would be a world without heroes and, in consequence, a world without people or one that human nature changed so much, that it became something else.“I am not one to judge. They will meet their karma, sooner or later. Vigilantes have, however, no right of dishing out unsanctioned punishment… to force one to samsara before the correct time is unthinkable. Furthermore, there is always the chance of a rescue operation during transport” - he comments, with a calm and yet firm tone, his eyes moving through all agents that were selected for this mission - “The difference is that, this time, the Agency’s standing will be directly affected with the outcome of this mission” - his words sounded like a warning. Experiences made him perfectly aware on how missions can affect agencies reputations.
Fist took notice of something that really got his attention. He sniffed the air, as if his nose had detected an almost aphrodisiac smell to the old man. His eyes fixated on Tatsuo’s hand, seeing she is clearly holding a cup… a cup with delicious, liquid vitae that would have had fit the bill perfectly as soon as he woke up. Or so he supposed… and expected to. The tea craving elderly man cracked his knuckles, making his way to the counter. His face was washed over with relief when he noticed that, indeed, there were still tea bags left. Honestly, Gao preferred to use leaves instead of bag when he made his tea, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?
The old man made his way to grab a cup and start to prepare the water for his tea. He always put the tea bag in the cup before pouring the scorching water, and today was no different. He couldn’t help, but be amused with the… lighter teasing Taiga was doing to Charlie. As he wondered if Slowburn (
Itsui
) would chime in again, just like he did the last time, Gao started to take sips of the scorching drink he held in his hands - “Ahhhh…” - he let out a sigh of relief as the hot liquid warmed his body. If he wasn’t fully waken before that, now certainly he was. When he finished enjoying the feeling of the first sip of his tea, the turned to Ichiro and chimed in with the others - “How high profile is this villain?” - he raised his eyebrow when asking the question. On the back of his mind, he pondered if he would have “quirk juice” left for his fight in the ring or if he would have to fight quirkless once again.
leviohsa
Supreme Overlord
♡coded by uxie♡
Slav
Senior Member
≛ Ichiro Kusumoto
Ichiro looked at the folder that was slid over to him by Eagle, pulling out some of the contents to take a gander. He already had an idea of some of the mission details but he wasn't provided any specifics by Eagle. He took of sip of his "coffee" and looked up to Nakano who was probably already worked up since she got out of bed. "I will not be rushed by somebody who smells like a litter box." He looked back down to read the contents some more before sliding it into the middle for all who wanted to view it as well. He turned to candlehead who had commented on his morning drink, "It wasn't just a morning drink, it was morning drinks." He said, emphasizing the plural ending. "Since you all are so impatient, I'll cut to the chase. We are escorting a villain that goes by the name of Magma, you've probably heard about him. The dude can throw up lava on command so he's no pushover. He was the fifth most wanted villain in Japan a few months ago. In a few hours, we'll take the company vehicle and travel along with the motorcade. Some of us will be in the cop escort vehicles to spread us out along the motorcade. Things should go smoothly but if anything happens, I'm confident we can deal with it. The last thing we need is him being killed or even worse, freed." Ichiro said, taking a large drink from his coffee cup, emptying it into his mouth.
"I don't really care how you all feel about this mission, we have been tasked to do something and it is our duty to do it. If you don't feel that way, maybe hero work isn't for you." Ichiro slid back into his chair after saying his piece, kicking his feet up and crossing his arms. "If you have any questions, better voice them now. I know details is hard for you candlehead." He said, moving his thought process away from the more controversial topic at hand. The last thing he wanted was to get bogged up in an argument. He grabbed the flask from his front pocket since his coffee was already finished. He probably shouldn't have been drinking as much as he was but when you are that close to Nakano, it's hard not to throw some down the hatch.
After a long sip from the flask, he put it away and turned his focus to Charlie, "You're going to stay at the back of the motorcade, not really useful upfront." Ichiro said, glancing away to the rest of the group, "As for the rest of you, I don't really care where you are situated, so pick and choose as you please." He trusted the rest of them enough that they'd know their roles accordingly, except Nakano. There was no telling what was running through that girl's mind.
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Nano
Nano
Maxxob
The Overseer
Britt-21
Omniverse Explorer
Despite everything that had been going on around her, she eventually zoned out into her own thoughts. In her mind, she had still been trying to figure out the shooter from yesterday. There was always a reason for everything, a motive even, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Before she could really think about it, however, Eagle busted into the room, his voice booming and causing the woman to turn around, taking a good look at the large bird man. Luckily his words were definitely not directed at her, she was always on top of work she had, regardless. He then headed to the meeting room and everyone followed suit. Nexette took a seat, listening to Eagle as he debriefed all of them with yesterday, but then proceeded to mention today's job. He announced the chosen Heroes to go on out and slid the folder to the one and only Ichiro who was the closest. Then Eagle took his leave and left the group in the room. Some began to talk among themselves, and some took their leave out of the room. Her amethyst eyes watched over everyone and spoke up (not really due to her soft voice) when Charlie
leviohsa
asked about protecting a villain, but stopped as Tatsuo and Fist (
AriAriAbabwa
Maxxob
), followed by Nakano. It seemed that her words were not needed here as they all spoke.Ichiro
Slav
soon had all the eyes on him, and from the look on his face, he took this mission extremely seriously. A man who can throw up Lava on command... I remember hearing reports about him back then...He was definitely someone not to mess with... Ichiro continued to take charge, all the while being careless with his feet on the table. Does he not see how dirty his shoes are... she thought to herself. Moving from her seat, she moved to Charlie and gently patted her arm "It may be your first day but it'll be good experience...Especially with all the action going on the past few days..." giving her a slight nod, she looked over towards the others "You all be careful out there... Remember, we're still humans to a degree..." on top of it all, she felt bad that she couldn't join them...But, if she did, she'd cause too many explosions, risk others with her quirk. So it was best for her to sit this one out unless they needed an extra hand. Despite her destructive quirk, she did what she could to minimize the damage.
StealthyShades
Problem Solver and Causer
leviohsa
Supreme Overlord
♡coded by uxie♡
AriAriAbabwa
Don't lose Ari~♪ Shine bright Ari~♪
Interacting: @TransportPeople
Mentioned: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tatsuo perked up at Masaru's mention of his niece, particularly her current being as a shrine-maiden. "If her road takes her elsewhere, I'm sure it holds only the best for her. But if she chooses to continue as she is, let her know that the Agency's shrine could always use another hand." Before she turned away, though, Tatsuo muttered with a smile, "And please, you can just call me Miko." With that overtly common error out of the way, she returned her focus from the rookies to Ichiro... where everyone took to rushing to.
The shrine-maiden couldn't help but chuckle as everyone dog piled on Ichiro to read the file; she assumed everyone would sit patiently for the man to read. Her laughter fell short, however.
Magma. The name made even the shrine-maiden shift her posture, bringing a tinge of solemness to her face. Of her career, that villain came the closest to wearing her down. While the other heroes chased him around the country, it fell to her to manage the victims and their families. It had seemed that the kami themselves fell distraught; those injured never felt a full moment's peace. Many of the dead's families protested against the necessity for closed coffins. Even with Shinto's beliefs on sincerity, it was impossible to tell them the details. She often wondered if Magma knew what he did everyone caught in his path.
And here she thought that that would be the last the world heard of the villain. Tatsuo didn't realize she'd been fiddling her fingers before Gao's cheery voice snapped her back. The normal, serene demeanor came back to the Miko. Mr Fist was more than eager to ensure his passage between prisons; a more positive light to view it as. For that, Tatsuo had to give him credit.
She turned to the next voice wishing them caution, sensing her unease at not being picked to join them. "We'll be well, Katherine. I can promise that."
Now, for strategy... "I will situate myself in the back, ahead of Charlie. Since a strike would be the least likely to hit there, I'll have time to make myself useful." Much like Tsukuyomi thought, it was better if their supports were in separate vehicles. As for Charlie's curiosity about her purpose... Perhaps if the transport vehicles were electric cars...? If Tatsuo had to be honest, she hadn't the faintest clue, either. The most she could do was send an affirming smile her way and say, "At least if any potential assailant relies on technology, we have the perfect shutdown."
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