False Prophet --- Remember me? [Hiretsu]

"HA-HAAAH! Fuckin' KILLER show y'put on there, Snake-Eyes! A'ight, leg yer ass back t'base for now!"

An eccentric, sharp voice was laughing behind his multitude of screens within a control room, banging a hand upon the desk repeatedly as he was positively wheezing from both his laughter, and the lack of oxygen due to smoking a blunt hanging from a pair of digital fangs projected from his screen-head. One of his hands were hooked into one of the many PC's in the room, electric claws digging into the frame of it, but not causing it harm, as if the claws had phased through it. Suddenly, one screen erupted in the same 'goop' as with the data-pad, and out of it rushed Hiretsu, stepping into the office space and dusting himself off, only to grunt loudly as he felt his leg ache and... stick to the floor? Why was it so heavy to move all of a sudden? Damn it, Nocturne must've struck him earlier...

"Yo, 'Retsu. Why th' long face eh? Finally startin' to grow a snout?"





"Hmf. You should quit while you're ahead, Vox. It's not wise to tease a serpent."

Hiretsu merely huffs at his co-worker as he'd try and shake the feeling in his leg off, but whatever Yoo's quirk had done to him, it was not going away. His leg felt weighed down like he had a bag of bricks strapped to it, but he'd endure it for now. He'd just reach onto his suit and pluck something out of a front pocket of it; a barely noticeable portable camera which he's had on during the whole thing. He'd chuck it quickly to Kirkishima, who'd catch it quickly.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck man, no shit! Y'really did catch all o' it! Dang, I was startin' to be worried!"

"What, of me? Oh Kirishima, I didn't know you actually bothered to care! How... touching."

"Nah, not you dumbass. Was worried 'dis 'ere camera was gettin' scuffed! 'Dis piece cost I'unno how many thousands o' Yen, y'know! They don' make 'em like they used to, swear t' god..."

Hiretsu just frowns a bit at Kirishima's lack of actual care, but who could blame him? The screen-head was only bothered about what things he could capture on film and make scoops out of, but that's why Team Confidence gave him such a high budget of gadgets and tools at his disposal.

"Well, I'll be staying here for a bit. Inform KK of my location, won't you? I'll be relaxing in the common area for now."

"Yea' yea' whatev's pal. Jus' don't steal any o' the energy drinks, they're all mine! But help y'self to any o' the take-out leftovers."

Kirishima dismissively waves Hiretsu off as the man slinks towards the common area, whilst he himself was focused on both uploading the data from the camera, as well as shooting KK a quick message over their encrypted chat system to let him know of their floater agent's location and status. But he was DEFINITELY more concerned of the content of the camera... this was gonna hit the big time headlines alright!