World in your hands --- Measurable Evils [scorn, closed]

KK watched the girl with a rather nuetral expression, though he couldn't hide his half-smirk. He was already enjoying himself. As she reached in his bag and found herself some breakfast, he'd simply smile. "Good. Let me know if you'd like more." She was eating. That was a good sign. He couldn't make sense of her slovenly dwelling, or her sloth-like behavior, but eating was good. To procure evil, there were times when one must do a string of good deeds to reach a end goal. It's how he mentally structured the organization, especially when it came to the minors and young minds of the group. Kaytee, November, and ever her, Chihiro, were all souls he needed to nurture.

Like a teacher of sorts, he'd let them know structure, concepts and ideas. And like a father he'd scold them, or pick them back up when they fell. Feeding them, getting to know them, learning their habits... For the sake of evil, he'd be the kindest man, the best male figure he could be. For the sake of evil, he'd lay many steps out for himself and his followers to follow. For the sake of evil, he'd give pieces of himself to each member of team confidence to help them grow...

It was a tireless job for a tireless man. Who was KK? The man with two letters, Kunimi Dorikawa. He was a chess player mostly, he won multiple championships and even in underground tournaments. In totality, he was just a painfully bored man trying to create a chessboard out of the world. With this ever-changing thing we call life, the board never stays the same, and neither do the pieces. So how does one win, at this life chess? Well, he dedicated his own life to find out. He first had to chose a worthy opponent. The hero society seemed like a perfect rival, an engine that pumps out new heroes every year... He'd slay his foe. He was a chess pro, he always aimed to win, but to win...

To win.

Did winning even matter? As he gathered more pieces for himself, he found a strong sense of meaning. He wasn't just playing with his own life anymore, he was playing with his team's... Each piece a blank slate. As he got to know them, a piece would carve itself into a shape and find its place on the board. Chihiro was no different. He'd take great care of everyone he knew. It was only right, they gave him a life he never could have imagined and to his ability, he wanted to do the same... all for a game of chess... in his mind. A chess player through and through. That's all he really was... and all he ever could be. To say he had no ulterior motive would be a powerfully bold falsehood and yet,

"So. What'd I do to earn this field trip?"

"Let's just say, you could use it." He'd reply. He'd dig into the bag once more, before popping a bun, and then another. He doted on her. "Hmmm~hmmm, the sun shouldn't affect you like that. Perhaps if you left the house more." The walk wasn't remotely far. Mainly because he abruptly chose a new location on a whim. He fell silent, realizing how much effort he was about to exert... At least he had his steamed buns.

He'd lead her to an unfinished office building. The elevator hadn't been installed so they'd have to trek all the way up to the 22nd floor. There they'd find Jared Hawkeye prone on the ground with his sniper at the ready. He was gauging a target too far for he or Scorn to see. "For you." KK reached into his jacket and passed an expensive-looking scope to the man gently. "Well I'll be damned. Thanks! Ooooone second!" he quickly attached his shiny new toy to his favorite gun. Taking aim, he-

BANG!

Just like that, his job was done. "Sup Kiddo," He greeted Scorn. This was an ordinary day for a sniper. It's how they earned their living after all. "One of these days, I should teach you how to do this hahaha! Anyway watcha been up to?" He was a cheery guy for a killer. A different evil than KK. A simple evil, all the man needed was a task to do. He got a rush out of completing the incredibly difficult task of sniping people at steep ranges. That was literally it... The two men were good friends because of it.

KK found a stack of wood to sit on. He'd watch Chihiro carefully. She always seemed anxious, but she seemed to be escaping into her mind. While he did owe the sniper this favor, he purposely took this detour just to get her to talk. He quite literally could have given Jared that scope at any time. After seeing her home, and her "enthusiasm" for this trip, well... Perhaps some socializing oughta help.

The blonde would watch the two talk.He put so much work into November and Kaytee, recently. He even put the newbie, Kirishima into position. Many of the other weren't into leadership roles. They preferred being left to their own devices, and he'd respect that. He never got the chance to find Chihiro's niche. She always did what she was told with precision. Because she was so young, he felt the urge to build with her. It wasn't that Chihiro had done anything wrong. No. That wasn't the case at all. Everyone in the group was important, but how important was entirely up to them.

”Apparently the boss wants me for something today. Maybe I’m not getting enough sun.”

Jared chuckled at Chihiro's response. "Maybe he just wants to spend some time with you. I think you forget being a kid gets you on this guy's good side. " He'd nod his head to KK, and whisper to the girl, "He's a softie for hearing himself talk. Teaching you guys lets him talk plenty. "

"Hmm~hmmm, I'd hope you adults wouldn't need my supervision. I place just as much confidence in you as I do them, if not more. Their minds aren't fully developed yet. They still have to figure out their own personal brands of evil." A solid defense, but admittedly, he did enjoy the youth of his group. They were quite literally the future... November, Chihiro, Kaytee, Biba... He'd teach them as much as possible. The kids on the opposite side of the fence had hero schools they could attend. The scales and resources were infinitely in hero society's favor. An unfair disposition for a young villain to be in... He'd balance the scales for all those within his reach.

Back to the sniper though, he'd shoot a cop in the head. Mainly for fun, it was his last shot for the road. There was an immense amount of confusion, but with the distance, they'd never find them in time. He'd toss Chihiro a bullet with his phone number engraved on it... truly one hell of a business card. "ALSO, Kid, if you find some people you want gone, don't be afraid to give me a shout. " He said as he began packing up his rifle. He eyed KK before looking to Scorn. KK passed a look in return as if to say don't tell her.

"Relax man, every piece has its use, or whatever chess bullshit you're always talking about. We know you don't play favorites. *cough* Scorn *cough* But hey if he chose you for a ride along today, just assume it's important. " He'd continue poking fun and laughing.

Jared nodded to Chihiro. What a glum kid? Were they all like that? No... an immediate response to himself as he thought of November. Still... KK always found a way to stretch everyone's talents in just the right ways. Or maybe it was a matter of putting people in the right place at the right time. Jared couldn't question Scorn's presence any more than she could question his. He could tell from the "whatever" her patience was running thin. Unlike KK, the sniper would take the hint instead of watching her squirm(there probably was a method to his madness with that too). "Welp, enjoy your ride along, kiddo." Snatching the last steamed bun from KK's grasp, and swinging his bag over his shoulder. He'd find a hanging wire and clip his belt to it. With one last devious smile at the two, he'd slide down and disappear into the morning breeze in a second. KK glared, but it subsided rather quickly.

"Well, let's get going." He chuckled. He had no clips, so it only meant MORE walking. He planned well enough to have a dark sedan ready for them when they finally did make it down. The interior was spacious despite the exterior. There was a window barrier in between the driver and them. With a now on the window, KK would give a thumbs up and the vehicle would finally take off.

"I'd like you to take things a bit more seriously... for what's to come. "He wasn't blind to the faces she was making when she spoke with Jared. It would almost seem like a father about to scold his daughter, but the tone changed immediately. Or maybe that was never the tone to begin with. "Team Confidence will be going through some changes. I do hope you are prepared... You're a big girl, now after all." That's right, the school had started. It meant she hit her 1st official year with the team. She'd been there much longer, but KK didn't count the days when she was running about with that Naoki boy. He'd have a present for her at end of the ride along, but first! They needed to meet up with someone. Taking the train would be too obvious, so the drive would be well worth it; roughly 30 minutes when it could have taken a few minutes on the bullet train. The destination was Tokyo.

Gunshots could be heard outside the car, as well as plenty of yelling. A police siren would blare by as a car sped to pursue the action. Typical Hosu City... KK eyes followed the action... at least until it was out of view. Things like that were becoming more common with Rubberband's death. The city had a dastardly ambiance already, the news report had only added fuel to the fire. He hoped for a uprising of villains everywhere, but naturally, heroes were gearing up in response.

"It's just been a year. Not like I've done that much. It can't be that important, right?"

"And in a year, the society around us has shifted. This means we must properly adjust as well. " He replied, twirling his finger through his own bang. He tried to push it out of the way, but it'd jolt back into place without mercy. "What's an information brokerage without a proper network... The Deep is already almost complete, Chihiro, we're expanding. The Casino was just the tip of the iceberg. We now have a radio station as well. To be honest, I wasn't sure about new blood in the ranks, but the addition of Kirishima has goaded me into contacting some other old friends and associates. " He'd be transparent with the girl, despite leaving a great deal of bulk information out. He'd spare her the nitty gritty details and get to the point of his conversation.

" Some will take more traditional rolls like ourselves, while some will simply be contractors roles so that they can continue the lifestyle they prefer. Yes the lifestyles they prefer to live and the goals they plan on achieving... I think that's the best way to put it. Hmmm~hmmm, but this expansion begs the question..." He chuckled, pushing on the window button, to gift the two a proper breeze. His glance rolled to her, "What am I to do with you with all these moving pieces on my board? Or more accurately, what are YOU to do with you?" Scorn was a cherished wild card, but it was high time she got a direct inquiry from the boss man himself.

He had a myriad of ideas for her, but what ideas did she have for herself? KK used her along with the rest of team confidence, but was she using him to the best of her ability? As much as she disliked him, he only ever argue to deliver more offers to her. This situation was the exact opposite... instead he simply wanted to know what she wanted. From there, he'd cook up a game plan on how to achieve it in a way that would also benefit himself. Selfish.

"I... I dunno."

In response he face fell, almost annoyed. She'd been squandering her time whenever she wasn't being told what to do it seemed. No. This wouldn't do at all. He'd stare blankly at her as if to say, AND? He'd remain quiet though. Silence was far louder than any sharp comeback. He'd remain patient, a response was to come. Chihiro seemingly recoiled at the thought of his questioning, but he wanted to continue pressing anyway. So he would.

He'd rebound the response as if to sympathize with her. "Me, either." His lips curled into a soft smile. While he had his own thoughts, ideals, and missions to dole out, it wasn't as if the team existed purely for his own wishes. It was a vehicle for anyone who joined. Surely there was SOMETHING she wanted for herself... otherwise, she was just existing... or maybe that was part of the problem. "Guess I've never... thought about that. You know? Even when I first joined, you seemed to know my life better than I did. So what'd it matter what I want..."

"What's it matter what THIS would want? Huh?" Scorn looked over herself with disgust. "'Boss knows best', isn't that right?! What would I know, I'm just a FREAK!"

His eyes widened but quickly fell back relaxed as she got worked up. Now they were getting somewhere. Lovely! "Yes... quite the freak. We all are, although I'd like to think I'm heaps more normal than you lot. " Could one call his response reassurance... It sounded more like an insult. Though to be fair, she had already insulted herself. If the door were open, he'd walk right through it. "Boss knows best? Hmmm~hmm, I don't know anything. It's why I built the organization in the first place. This isn't a roleplaying game, I can't always be the game master.. as amusing as it sounds." He'd chuckle. He'd cross one leg over the other, as he shifted his gaze out of the window once more.

"So if boss knows best. What exactly does my favorite freak do, should something happen to me? You aren't exactly on my life insurance policy, I have Kaytee for that. " Another joke, this conversation was supposed to be serious! A morbid sense of humor was fine, but not necessarily with this tone of the conversation. He was being harsh, but she required this kind of delivery for it to hit home. If he beat around the bush, she'd choose to ignore him. "It's not like I'm super-powered or anything. I could very easily die or get captured. If something WERE to happen to me, do you just wallow in whatever this is? Do you just find someone else to boss you around? At what point do you listen to Chihiro's wants and needs? What would you know, indeed."

His eyes finally aimed at her, piercing, and honest. The man could tell a million and one lies, but his eyes could tell a story on their own. They wouldn't shed tears, or struggle. They would just stare, purely for the sake of understanding. One could say this was an appraisal of a strong piece of his chess board, but on a more personal level, it was just a sincere line of questioning. From one friend to another, watching someone wallow like that was disturbing, villain or not.

He cracked the windows, ever so slightly. Her smell was pungent, and even the slightest bit of fresh air was a god send. He kept a poker face, so she wouldn't feel offended. "Hmmm?" Was being a favorite so foreign to her? He chuckled before falling silent. He was just as comfortable in silence as he was in conversation.  The driver would roll down the privacy glass, only to give KK a nod that they were still on good pace. They wouldn't have to wait much longer. As the window rolled up, he turned to Scorn once more.  "Well, I pity everyone. I'm a genius amongst dolts. I'm sure you could even pity me, having to navigate with people who can't see the board as I see it. " Enough talking about himself, he'd answer her question. 

"Yes, they DO do more than you. I try to advise everyone in the group, but I'd say you are my truest student. There isn't any ego pushing you away from change. You accept change and adapt as you see fit. It's quite admirable. On top of that, despite being the so young, you're the hardest to mold. "

He chuckled once more. She was a silly girl, but that was part of her charm.