Victims and Pedigree [Shinja]

"I can't say you have. Still trying to compensate with a gun, hmm, November?"

"I'll take that comment seriously if you ever beat me 1on1. That hero is the only reason you jailed me, but look how well that went." He'd broken out of prison twice already. It was child's play at this point.

"You really don't know? Some mastermind KK is. I'm surprised he sent his lapdog here without knowing the full story... but I guess we proved last time that you're expendable, right? Ace Pilot worked with your boss a long time ago, so it's not like KK didn't have that intel."

That's right, Shinja didn't know... She seemed apt for the conversation. While she sat in his trap, he'd inform her. "Pffft. You misunderstand. A lot... actually." He'd fill her in on a little secret.  "Only Baron and KK had communication when they put that hit on your grandfather. They rest of this group are just bugs to him. BUT this time, it was all my planning, and he helped me set it up. " He'd shrug his shoulders, and make it a bit more obvious. "Team Air Raid was a loose end KK needed tying, and I thought you'd waltz to you death if you could find Aeronaut's killer so I thought, HEY! Knock out two birds with one stone. You snuff as many air raid members you can, and you'll die along the way as you lust for revenge.  That was my plan at least. Maybe too idealistic.  " The chess board November had was incomplete though... he hadn't known Shinja was bringing friends or the vigis involvement. Unaccounted for variables... he'd have to get a few more lessons from KK when he got back home. KK's strategem was more sophisticated than this mess.  November was internally kicking himself, despite seeming so cocky. He didn't care about the lives at stake here or how much trauma he was inflicting in today's events, only about his growth as a villain.

This overzealous nature was what made him the villain counterpart to most UA students. He wanted to be a great villain just as much as they wanted to be great heroes. Where they had teachers and guidance, November had KK and the beauty of trial and error. He felt untouchable in a way. KK would pick him up whenever he'd fall, and point him to greater heights. A smile plastered itself onto his face. 

"The only reason I came, was to figure out why things didn't go as planned. I guess you could call this my homework. All of team air raid went radio silent after a certain time. It was a red flag, and when I finally get there, a bunch of idiots are fighting with you or Baron nowhere in sight. Tanzo ...Kako was it?...  that killer in black clothing. And Nocturne's group wasn't supposed to arrive so early either.... So much just didn't go as I predicted. I can assume the old man kicked the bucket, but I'm wondering why haven't you? Nah... doesn't matter. " He'd take his gun and slide it across the floor to the hero. He'd offer her a way out... a release from the emotions she'd held. He'd paint a target on himself and KK, it's where her hate needed to be directed anyway. Would she find sweet release in shooting her nemesis. He wondered as he spoke.  "If it's revenge you want, you can just shoot me. I started this. The same way KK plotted your grandfather's death. History's repeating itself, but fate's shining in your favor. You could kill the source now, or forever know we'll be out there causing more harm." 

A white void they sat in whirled, only getting hotter and hotter over time, the walls becoming damp at this point. As he spoke his steam plumed and billowed. A familiar voice could be heard from the steam clouds. "Shinja!" It sounded like Kako.  "He's right there, young one. " It sounded like Nocturne. "SHOOT!" Another voice rang out, -the Baron? "Shinja~" It would sound like her grandfather. These were all hallucinations from the heat. November had nestled the two right in the middle of his Drunken Stratus steam cloud. "And you know for a fact, that villains won't stop doing things like this until we're dead. Why not take me out right now?" November taunted, in a gleefully twisted expression. The longer he talked, the longer she'd be subjected to this pressure cooker of a situation. There were a few options are her disposal, but she'd have to figure them out herself. November was fine with torturing her a little longer. He had to get going soon as well. He needed to nab any precious data or evidence Team Air Raid had before Nocturne's sqaud started their investigation. 

November nodded along, patronizing her every word. His smile drifting into a crazed expression. He was exuding more excitement than steam. He'd bring both hands up and beckon for her to shoot him. "Yes, yes, that's right!" He chuckled, his image slowly being drowned out by the steam. "Casting your life aside when you took on your cape, LETS SEE HOW TRUE THAT IS!" His voice called out, he was already down a bit further down the hall than what it seemed. His body was stark white, the only feature defining him from the whirling element around him was his murderous red eyes.  He'd clutch both sides of his neck as if strangling himself. At the same time a violent hissing sound roared just as loudly as Shinja's fans. If she had that big of a death wish, he'd grant her a glimpse of the reaper himself. He didn't know if she'd survive, but heroes were like roaches. They'd crawl out from any crevice.  To Shinja's he- "I'll await the hero who comes after you."




A loud explosion could be heard, erupting from his core and blasting everything within radius with a violent burst of scalding hot steam! The mountain simply couldn't take anymore. Between the trick shotter's earlier, to Shinja's strong fans, and Red Baron's jets, now to November's steam explosion. The damage would cave the structure in. The mountain itself would shake as its internal cavities filled with steam and dislodged stone. And what became of the brave hero who charged him?