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Post by purplepinay on Apr 26, 2023 1:15:17 GMT
Izara was out and about, in her hero clothes breathing in the crisp evening air there was a chill in the air, and the activies of the day were winding down...
That didnt mean, though that the streets were idle and calm. The night life in the streets of Mustafusu was as busy as it was in any city. Izara enjoyed the night patrols, but she was ever vigilant. She smiled at civilians passing by, looking over to her tagalong for the evening every now and then. She wondered how she was doing. It seemed well enough, but she imagined that the patrol part of being a hero was still foreign to her.
"dont think about it to much. We are here to reassure civilians but, between you and me more action tends to happen at night. Maybe, we might run into some fun if were lucky"
She stated, mostly trying to reassure the ex-vigilante. She was trying to channel the energy her mom had with these things. It wasnt a thing she was used too. At least not with grown adults but... she had to learn to be more malleable with them too
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Post by Beriadan on Apr 28, 2023 11:21:19 GMT
It wasn't nerves, persay. Bonnie had been patrolling these streets before her incarceration, though at that stage it had been unlicensed and illegal. Her costume was the same, a sleeveless shift under a frilly apron, a toque blanched and a baked mask over her eyes. It was her attitude that was changed. Momma Bear and her agency had chipped away her Vigilante, hero-hating shell and discovered the determination to do good hidden within.
"I've seen these streets after dark before," she said casually, looking up at Black Bear with passive eyes, "I know what trouble can be waiting for us around every corner."
Then she smiled lightly, eyes softening, turning her gaze to the civilians that waved as they passed.
"Though it's much nicer to be recognised rather than hiding in the shadows. I dislike the media Circus around our profession, but I can see why many get drunk off of it."
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Post by purplepinay on May 9, 2023 23:46:53 GMT
She could see the girls passion, as the smile was not only on her face but within her eyes. Izara could tell these things. She was passionate, she could tell that much and she could sympathize with her regarding the media
"they are the reason why I prefer night patrol. That, and the chance for more action "
She responded back, with an slightly hitched tone.
" my quirks compatibility with the darkness is just secondary "
She would jokingly reassure her..even at night, though there were many civilians out and about. She would wave at them as well, giving them a smile. A few of them talked, even with the program doing as good as it did many people doubted it and it would be obvious to them which doubted the pair of them being together
"even as heros, there will be those trying to paint things negatively. Just do your best and don't let them get to you"
She would reassure her, waving even to the civilians who rushed hurriedly away from them
"regardless of what they think, you've done amazingly. People inherently judge what they don't understand"
She advised. Something she knew all too well, but she didn't divulge too much into that, she was here to support the growth of the ex-vigilante
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Post by Beriadan on May 12, 2023 8:51:07 GMT
Bonnie shrugged at the comments. She tried not to think about them. Hero work, like baking, came with the bad reviews as well as the good. One criticism could spoil a hundred positive comments. Black Bear's comment warmed her, though. Bonnie couldn't help but think about the weeks she had spent in a cell after a botched mission, and how far she had come. What a different route she had taken.
"Every batch has the potential to have one poorly baked cookie. That cookie can spoil the whole process, if you let it. Or, you just put it to one side and focus on the good ones."
She held up her hand, sprouting a cookie from her palm before Black Bear's eyes. Bonnie offered it to her cohort with a smile.
"Merci, for all your belief in me. I feel... like I can finally do some good in this world."
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Post by purplepinay on Jun 15, 2023 2:30:09 GMT
Bonnie was wise, wiser than Izara herself. She was also older as well, which made their relationship odd. To be in charge of those older than her was something she had to get used to, at least for another decade. Her demeanor was refreshing to say the least. Even when she first arrived, there was something on her outlook in life.
She would return her smile, the sentiments touching her heart. Izara felt like she didn't have much of a hand in her transformation though hopefully in the future that would change.
"much of the leg work was all on you. You were pushed in the right direction, and you had help along the way but you're the reason you've successfully became a hero"
Izara would comment to the older female, her expression softening further
"you've earned our treatment of you, nothing was given"
She stated honestly as the two of them continued to walk down the street. More people walked past, some continued to walk past them, or even in the opposite direction away from them. Others stopped them, asking for pictures, some autographs and a couple had asked Bonnie directly if she could make baked treats for them. Bonnie was in the spotlight for many it seemed but she welcomed it, standing back slightly as she shot her a sly smile. She was always there to support her as needed but this was a necessary part of her growth that she was a bit to eager for her to experience. It wasn't often that Black Bear didn't get public accolades from eager civilians and being in the shadows for once was refreshing for a change.
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Post by Beriadan on Jun 15, 2023 20:43:18 GMT
Bonnie was kind to the civilians, but slightly distance. She was still worried about the idea of becoming one of "those" kinds if heroes. She gave out a few treats, took some pictures, signed some autographs. When she wasn't, Bonnie was alert and watching. Her eyes were alert, not letting up for a second.
"It seems strange... not long ago, I was in a different life. I ways wanted to do good for people. I'm glad I got another chance."
Bonnie was snacking as they walked, a constant stream of food going into her mouth over their patrol. She offered Black Bear some fresh blueberries.
"You've been with the Den for a long time, no? Will you tell me how you came to be a part of this agency?"
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Post by purplepinay on Jun 21, 2023 19:03:19 GMT
Black Bear smiled as Bonnie talked of how weird it was. She was ever vigilant, of course but she didn't mind having a little bit of conversation
"I know about such a feeling, more than you know"
She stated, somewhat coy hinting to a past enough to get Bonnie thinking. Izara started to get introspective shortly after. If it wasn't for Momma Bear, her life could have been much different and for that, she was grateful and why she was as willing as MB to partake this program, outside of supporting her mother at least.
Then Bonnie had asked another question, about how she came to the agency in the first place. It was known through out the agency, and to the world in general that she was Cahyahs daughter. Still, she would think for a moment before giving an answer.
"Well, as you know I am Mother Bears daughter. What you don't know is, I was adopted. One of the first ones in mother bears agency. She is really the reason I am here today, and it only make sense for, when I graduated and became a proper hero."
She answered. It was clear that she had both gratitude and a fondness for mother bear and the program she has started.
"mom changed my life for the better. Without her, I don't even want to think of where I would be today "
She noted, not going further into the issue. It was a point of tenderness for her, something that made her feel vulnerable but Bonnie had asked and she was someone she could trust to an extent
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Post by Beriadan on Jul 2, 2023 16:21:03 GMT
"Oh, I did not realise."
Bonnie looked up at Black Bear. She supposed that their appearances were quite different, but it hadn't crossed her mind that this woman had been the first of Momma Bear's orphans. She gave a small smile, noting Black Bear wasn't saying more than she needed to. That was fair... but Bonnie felt like there had been a line crossed.
"A year before I became a Vigilante... my parents were killed."
Bonnie looked away into the darkness of the night, breathing out a lot of tension from her body.
"They... were killed by a villain, in fact. It is why I decided to start fighting them. I think, without Momma Bear, I would be still rotting in a prison for breaking so many laws. But I couldn't sit and do nothing, not while people still suffer at the hands of villains... and the society that tempers them."
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Post by purplepinay on Sept 23, 2023 14:49:30 GMT
"it's not exactly publicized. Rumors and assumptions exist but to the public, heros are a shining light. In time you will be seen as such, your own shadows being just that. The public will forget your shortcomings even though we ourselves always have them on our minds"
She advised, looking down to bonnie. Being a hero wasn't easy but they were each others support system, they would be the only ones there for each other at the end of the day.
Then Bonnie shared her story, there was silent understanding between the two of them. Of course, it was in her file but the exact details, her feelings on the matter were not. She placed a hand on the other girl in comfort for a moment
"society being fractured isnt a new notion. Many suffer in the cracks of them even as we attempt to repair them all. Even as we try, it's all going to take time and effort. Your pursuit was always noble. I sympathize with many vigilantes in that respect however fighting the good fight can't be done behind bars."
She would sigh, as they continued down the street. As they walked, they would happen upon some teenagers in a park, partying. It was off in the woods, notable only by the lights that were emitted. BBs eyes glanced over, a smile on her face somewhat envying the simpler minded folk. No doubt, some quirks were likely to be of use at such a party but there was no urge to end their fun. She lingered by, as part of her wished for simpler times and the ability to make careless, stupid fun mistakes
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Post by Beriadan on Oct 9, 2023 11:21:48 GMT
Bonnie stopped beside Izara, watching the dancing lights and hearing the joyous chorus of youth. She smiled, remembering such times herself. School, as a half-Japanese girl, had been tough. Yet Bonnie's determination, plus her people-pleasing quirk and tenacious attitude, had won plenty of hearts. She remembered the good times just as well as the bad.
"We always said that we were fighting the fight that the heroes often overlooked. The crimes that occurred in the shadows, or that didn't look good on the news for certain Heroes."
She was constantly wondering if her path was noble. Vigilante, Hero... it did make some difference, after all. Vigilantes couldn't comfort people like Heroes could, or inspire the same fear in villains. People like Strive brought peace just by being there. Could people like War Machine say the same?
"To be young again... life was simpler then, non? There was a freedom that old age doesn't allow."
Bonnie chuckled to herself. Neither of them were old, but sometimes it felt she had decades on her actual age. She shrugged, perhaps to herself, perhaps to the world at large.
"Sometimes I wonder if society wants to be fixed. It's, mm, it's like a default, I feel. Heroes, villains, always a cycle of good versus evil, and not one that will ever truly conclude. It's, ah, excuse the pun , but it's the way the cookie crumbles!"
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Post by Bixir on Oct 19, 2023 7:00:09 GMT
"Look, it's... this, man. You know where... live, they owe us, just..."
Tucked away in a nearby alleyway, otherwise out of the heroes' sight, was a tall, dark-skinned man having some kind of conversation over the phone. While he was trying to keep his voice low, he was a naturally loud person, enough that parts of the conversation could be heard out on the street. He was dressed to the nines in flashy street clothes, but the far more striking feature was the sleek, sheathed katana strapped to his waist. To say that his Japanese was "coarse" would be generous.
As the pair of Heroes drew closer (or farther?), there is a distinct finger snap from the stranger. Though he was unaware of his company, whatever call he was having had a wide grin on his mug. "Smoke 'em. Ya dig?"
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Post by purplepinay on Oct 19, 2023 12:11:06 GMT
Izara listened as Bonnie spoke. She could understand her point all too well which was part of why her and her mother took it upon themselves to be more involved in the community as it stood
"I could see why that could be believed. A single hero can't be everywhere, choices, at times, do need to be made"
She stated, more serious for a moment before a smile returned to her face as Bonnie reminisced about being younger. They couldn't stay stagnant for too long, and soon enough they were on the move again.
Bonnie had fantastic humor, and it elicited a slight chuckle for a moment when suddenly her demeanor changed and it seemed like she was concentrating on something. Other than the party, it was an otherwise quiet night but the music couldn't drown out an odd noise... Sounded like someone was talking somewhere.
She scanned the area, looking for anything out of the ordinary when her eyes trained in on a brightly dressed figure an alleyway or two down. She brought Bonnies attention towards the figure and made her way towards him. His Japanese could possibly mean that the man was a lost tourist. A man that needed help. The man was talking to someone, it seemed though she couldn't get much of the conversation. Something about smoke?
The situation seemed sketchy but jumping to conclusions was something that Izara was trying not to do
"good evening Sir, are you lost? It's not safe roaming around in these alleyways dressed as you are."
She noted, her demeanor friendly. As she drew closer though, she would notice the sheathed sword which put her a little bit on edge
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Post by Beriadan on Nov 3, 2023 13:07:40 GMT
Bonnie noted the sword as well, and his take of Japanese. Coming from an immigrant family herself, she knew when someone wasn't speaking their native tongue. She tensed, standing a bit behind Izara, watching behind her mask with caution. She had been a Vigilante, and that meant not trusting anyone who made the hair on the back of her neck quiver.
Bonnie tried not to show it. Now she was a hero, after all. But she was ready for... what? Trouble, of some kind. Perhaps it was nothing?
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