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Post by notdomino on Dec 28, 2023 6:23:56 GMT
An explosion could be heard. A "hero" walked away from the carnage, his blood-stained cape flowing in the wind. In his wake, he left dead bodies, police and store robbers alike. This hero wasn't here to save anyone. Was he even a hero!?!? "Don't worry, because I am here!" He mimicked Strive with a cackle. Some civilians were injured trying to crawl away. He'd step on them on the way to gun down the last of the robbers. The nearby police cars were nothing but balls of fire at this point, the cops either heavily injured or deceased. Who the hell was this guy? Steam rolled off of his black and white jumpsuit, his blonde wig masking who he was. Regardless of his attire, his guns still sat on his hip, his combat knife still strapped to his thigh and extra magazines strapped to the other. BANG! He took care of the last of them before turning on the injured civilians and taking them out with a simple few trigger pulls. "Well, let's move on to the next scene. This is actually kinda fun." November chuckled to himself before floating into the sky in search of a crime scene to cause more carnage. "They didn't have any quirks. I want a real battle." This whole bit was to add to the hero smear campaign. Somewhere down below him, Prism followed with a camera. They couldn't pull any immediate dirt from a hero. So he thought to himself... what if a hero "snapped?" He damn sure wasn't a real hero, but that didn't matter. How it could be edited did! All the public would see was a person in costume killing everyone they came across when arriving at a crime scene. "I've got room for one more big showing." He said to himself. Prism got all the footage she needed, he was doing extra work for shits and giggles at this point. He was literally looking for trouble! If he couldn't find any, he'd cause it.
Legal Name: November Stryker Alias: Impersonating the deceased hero, Core. (A heat related quirk user who was found murdered two years ago) Quirk Name: Steam Punk Picture: Notable Achievements:
-After being discovered by Pill and KK, was one of the founding members of Team Confidence a few years ago. -Kidnapping Aeronaut (old colo), facing off against Shinja, Alain, and Kagayaku with his two lackies. -The glass cage Incident (old colo) -Broke out of a Musutafu holding facility, killing unquirked guards and defeating hero personnel (old colo) -Marked as a person of interest by the number #2 hero King (old colo)
-Aided Vox Populi in the hostile take over of a broadcast station in Hosu. -Along with KK, set up a hit on Aeronaut and simultaneously aimed to pick off remnant Team Air Raid Members -Along with Prism, framed Miyuki in the news for escalating a situation with a civilian. Brutalized a civillain in front of both Umi and Miyuki
-Terrorized second year student Yo, while his teammate Ichor did battle with Koito. -Currently Parading around as a deceased hero and doing as much damage as he can.
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Post by ultralilly on Dec 28, 2023 8:08:36 GMT
A recent arrival to Japan, the good sister Belita Bernadette was reporting for duty. The redhead had been keeping a low profile though...wearing nun attire would certainly make one stand out unless the people believed her to be a hero. It was an image she kept up for the most part. Because in her eyes, she was a hero. But when trouble reared its ugly head, she either cleared out because it wasn't any of her business or stuck her head in to... "help" when she was able. Then chaos ensued down the way she casually observed the tailend of. A hero causing havoc and mayhem? Were they even a real hero? Or was this one of those rambunctious ones that got out of hand and needed to be reined in? Whatever the case, it was pure chaos and reeked of carnage. She scanned the scene, looking for something in particular. But she could find none of it and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up at the "hero" with a sneer. Ah, the Order was right. Heroes were bad after all and needed to be put down. A real hero would kill them. Make sure they could never use their bodies for evil. Turn them to ash. Does she stick her neck in? She saw no reason to really confront this one directly. But then again, her trip had been long and she needed to warm up before arriving at the specified location. If she needed help, all she had to do was make one little signal. But for now, she believed she could handle things as they were. He attacked civilians. Defenseless ones with no Quirks, she could gather. She dropped to her knees, clasped her hands in prayer and declared loudly. "Oh lord! Take pity on these poor Quirkless souls who were slaughtered by this almighty figure on high! They stood no chance against his might and wasted his time! Ah, the humanity of it all! If only a worthy soul with a Quirk could bear against his might! I beseech thee, oh lord! I have such might! But he will see me no more as a pitiful soul and will be much too afraid to even approach!" She remained as is for a bit, staring up at the figure with pleading eyes filled with abject sadness. |
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Post by notdomino on Dec 29, 2023 12:01:14 GMT
"You forgot one!" A voice called out from below. Prism spotted someone near the crime scene, before running continuing her run. She had to get these clips to Kirishima. November, did a u-turn and floated back noticing a nun. What the? The "hero" landed just short of the woman with a confused expression. "Praying over the dead? They're all gonna burn in hell anyway." He smiled big. WHOOPS he forget to make it sound heroic. "You could say I saved them from their meaningless and dull lives." He'd flick one arm out to make his cape flap dramatically. As much as it cramped his style, the cape felt fun to manipulate. After today's mission though, he'd never dawn one again. He hadn't done anything heroic, but just pretending to be one made him want to throw up.
"Do you have a problem with how the heroes of japan operate? This is a typical procedure. Swoop in, kill everyone." November was obviously bullshitting and lying. It's what he did best. If she were a foreigner, then it would be a great joke. He was hoping his assumption was true. He could just lie some more if she entertained the conversation. Adding a bit more salt and pepper to his lie, he- "Death makes villains weary about coming into the open."
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Post by ultralilly on Dec 31, 2023 8:55:27 GMT
She didn't arise as he spoke to her nor even when he was standing nearby. She remained in her prayer stance, continuing as if he weren't even there. "Forgive this wretched soul who knows what he does. Who purifies without authority and is a directionless lout in need of proper guidance. The Order most certainly frowns on such deeds and will punish heroes and villains alike thusly for their actions!"
She opened her eyes, already knowing he was there. "I can see why my services were needed here. Killing without reason or even worse; killing out of selfishness. Which is it? If not for a higher purpose, what is the point? What a waste..." she shook her head and stared at him defiantly and then relented into pity. Like she was better than him. Like she knew better and felt...sorry for him? She sighs. "Poor pitiful soul..." she mutters under her breath.
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Post by notdomino on Jan 5, 2024 11:00:26 GMT
November stood absorbing what she had said. He couldn't really get an accurate read on her. She definitely wasn't a villain from the surrounding cities, and he felt like he'd be pretty sure in knowing if she were a hero or not. This lady was a complete mystery and beyond that, she was ignoring him. "Uuuugh, lady." The ground beneath his feet cracked from the stress of heat. He'd stretched his arms over his head, and eyed her. "What's your deal?" There was a great amount of confidence in him, and rightfully so. He'd been putting in work today with no challenge. What the hell was a nun going to do?
He worked to retrace what she said. Killing without a purpose... Had to be a villain...right? "You on you're on, or are you waiting for somebody?" Steamed casually emitted from his body as he asked this. It was a bit hard to tell if he were going to attack her or if he were baiting her. He immediately dropped the hero charade. Something about her made him want to have his guard up.
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 6, 2024 16:12:01 GMT
She had a serene grace about her. Neither irate or melancholy now. Simply...peaceful. There was definitely a motherly look in her eyes as she looked at him but the way she did was unsettling. If there were a level of beyond making one's skin crawl, this was what her eyes evoked. She disregarded the slain, now focused on him. She took one step forward as if sensing his confusion. She smiles a toothless smile with her lips purposefully covering her teeth whilst her eyes suddenly became manic in nature. Features darkened. She clearly had confidence of her own. But it wasn't bravado or the righteousness of a hero.
No.
There was conviction. A sinister conviction. Those eyes. They were of someone who had killed. Not out of pleasure. Not out of sport. But because of a belief. Like an inquisitor of old.
Like a crazed fanatic.
"Oh, poor soul." her tone was both scathing and laden with pity. "I am never alone. I serve the Order and we are many. I've come from far overseas to support the cause here and to punish ignorant sinners such as yourself." She was unarmed yet her fingers formed a claw-like shape as if intent on using them. "Tell me truthfully." she said sharply as her face became angelic once more and tilted to the side with a smile. "Have any children died by your hand recently?"
Her voice this time was direct. No nonsense, despite the smile. This was someone who sounded like they only needed one trigger and all hell would break loose. It all hinged on his answer, it would seem.
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Post by notdomino on Jan 7, 2024 7:08:32 GMT
November watched her carefully. Her bloodlust was rather obvious through that smile. She was a villain, indeed! Her answer actually cured his confusion. "Ah... Damascus." He replied almost immediately as if it were a pop quiz. Order was a rather specific thing to say to an information broker. He could surmise much more now. This was the group that was making a ruckus last year. Many of the members were international, some local to Japan. He knew that much. It also began making more sense as to why she was a foreigner. With the gears turning in his head, he could speak to her with much more confidence now. To tell him one thing was the same as telling him many things. "Nope... I've had some fun fights though. but your group would know all about fighting kids, right?" Would she know? She just got here apparently... How in-the-know was each member? That mall incident involved some ua kids and some vigilantes... it was a pretty big deal on campus. He had a confidential source or two that he could pull info from, but he wasn't about to show his cards. "Would you turncoat on your organization if they've killed children? I'm sure they have already. Is kids where you really draw the line?" He didn't want to believe that. Some villains had morals, or codes that they went by. He was trying to figure her out. He crouched down to get comfortable and rest his chin on his fist. The steam never stopped emitting from his body. It was so casual to his appearance and yet... slowly... very slowly, the temperature around them would begin to rise. He'd pressed the clip around his neck and the hero suit decompressed, becoming much baggier than a few seconds prior.
In a jiffy, he tossed the wig off, and tore through the suit. Underneath was a track jacket and black jeans, boots on his feet. Without much effort or time wasted he strapped his weapons to his thighs again. There was no point in keeping up an act with this person. He was genuinely interested in finding out more now. "Thought I'd show you the real me, since we're just having a conversation." He said, shoving his hands in black gloves. "November..." He said, pointing to himself. The hero was no hero, but a young adult himself. He was only 18 but he had plenty of experience. |
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 7, 2024 8:29:21 GMT
As soon as he gave his answer, she seemed way less tense. Her fingers relaxed. Then she sighed with a frown. "Ah, so it's just wanton slaughter." she almost sounded disappointed. "You know our name. This both pleases and concerns me. I assure you, however, that not all of us are cut from the same glorious cloth as I and I must harshly reprimand the ones that harm children." She stood upright with chest thrust out proudly. Then smirks. "...my definition being those who are less than thirteen years of age. Once thirteen has been reached, they have their agency and if they defy the Order, I have no qualms about how they are dealt with."
Her brow cocked in amusement as the man before her shed his form to that of a more distinct figure that she could place as a villain. The slaughter made more sense in her mind now but did not make her anymore on guard. He was dressed in attire similar to another Order member that she did not quite see eye to eye with which made her eye twitch as an immediate knee-jerk reaction. But she restrained herself from acting. She knew THAT man's Quirk but she did not know this one's.
At least he was far more quaint. November, however, sounded like an alias to her. She had one as well. She placed her hand on her chest in introduction. "Huitzilopochtli but most call me Itzil." She, however, did no other action. This was her only outfit for the time being. "I must say for a young man you are...quite reasonable for all of this bloodthirst." She looked around at the dead. If it were most any Order member, they'd already be fighting but not Belita. She took pride in how much she comported herself as an ideal Champion of the Damascus Order. Though if November had answered differently, all bets would have been off.
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Post by notdomino on Jan 8, 2024 9:16:32 GMT
"Ah, so it's just wanton slaughter." she'd say
"At times, but in this case. I had to play a part." He chuckled. "I'm a great pretender." It was a skill gained by necessity. An information broker could be the greatest tool or the strongest knife in the back. He needed to be sharp for his allies and even sharper for his enemies. She then would go on to explain, they all weren't the same kind of villain. In that sense, both organizations were similar. They had individuals collecting to pursue a common goal. Natural of any faction, but it hinted to the fact she wouldn't budge if he prodded at the idea of her quitting. He didn't need her to quit, he just needed some pull for when the right moment came. In response, he figured maybe he could deliver some info or find something out for her. A rough equivalent exchange.
"In terms of bloodthirst, my taste buds crave hero's blood more than anything. Team confidence is an information brokerage by nature, but we want to see hero society crumble and get remastered into something more... appropriate." He'd admit. He didn't know her impressions of team confidence. They were well hidden and to those who DID know about them... the group had a sour reputation... Like handling a scorpion, most people were angry about getting stung, but TC genuinely completed most tasks asked of them. In terms of dealing with them, it was safe to say scared money would make no money. One had to be absolutely sure when getting involved as a middle man. "Tell me, since you're new here... I'll pass along one key point as a welcome to Japan. Is there something you'd like to know?"
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 8, 2024 10:19:09 GMT
Hearing what kind of person she was dealing with seemed to elicit a positive expression from the nun. A pretender. Someone who had a role to play. had a purpose. Not selfishly acting out. Rather, doing something to accomplish a means to an end which also meant that he too had a higher purpose than just this. Just like her. And just like the Order, he spoke of a goal that resonated very much with its cause.
"Yes. Such pomposity and misguided optimism are what make heroes a blight. Comporting themselves as the answer and taking their gifts for granted, promising things that never come to pass. The blasphemy..." she chuckled madly then placed her right hand partially upon her face with the index finger lightly inserted into her mouth as her teeth bit down at the base of the nail. She bore a look of contempt that had been boiling inside for what looked to be a very long time. Heat arose from her own body but it wasn't steam that was the indicator.
Rather, the clothing upon her shoulders began to singe with a very potent sizzling sound accompanied by ashes that gingerly blew off from the gentle breeze. She drew blood then returned her hand to her side as she composed herself.
She had been told to keep her mission under wraps but this man needn't need the entire truth. After all, he did say he was an information broker. He could likely figure out the rest. His information could prove to be rather useful for this cause.
"My...current headmistress had set for me a mission here; I am to infiltrate the place known as the Bear's Den under the pretense of a fellow caretaker. A role I am known for quite famously. I need to find out all I can concerning all the heroes associated with the place, gain their trust, guide the children within to our cause as I see fit, then when the time comes, I am tasked with smiting the one dubbed Momma Bear along with all her associates." she explained this whilst staring skyward with her fist pressed against her chest. She spoke like this was a mission most holy and righteous. Yet one glimpse of her eyes would tell a subtext to that story. Something personal. She looked at him finally. "If you have any information about these associates or my target in question, not only will I be eternally thankful but I will also pass along word to my allies that you are a friend to the Order." In essence, her mission was going to be the same as his own; a pretender.
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Post by notdomino on Jan 9, 2024 9:15:26 GMT
November paused. So she was aiming at a top ten member. He looked to the sky, mainly to pull a plan together. Like his mentor, he was a firm believer in getting many things done at one time. He had hatched a plan already, his eyes veering back to Itzil. "Yes... she heads a main campus for her faction. There's another large campus in my neck of the woods... Hosu City. That one is headed by a person known as Black Bear..." He said placing two pebbles far from one another. "It's safe to say if you go for the little black bear..." He'd drag the pebbles closer, before presenting them to Itzil. "Mama Bear will waltz exactly where you want her. That motherly instinct is kryptonite if I've ever seen one. I don't know the exact relationship, but they seem incredibly close. So much so, that there's a hero event going on right now. They're throwing a charity tournament."
"Sure they've got numbers, but so does Damascus, but I doubt an all out war is worth it for just one person. Though I'm sure you all have your own plan. I won't pry." The two pebbles crumbled in his tightened grip. "The golden era of Heroics... It's time villains pull the curtains on it and welcome in a dark era. "
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 15, 2024 17:02:46 GMT
Ah, the weaknesses of being a mother. She knew them all too well. The logic behind his words was sound and made the most sense to her. She nodded in understanding and knew what she needed to do once she got within their ranks. The charity tournament. She had heard whispers of such a thing from one of her associates that seemed incredibly excited about but the event did not interest her and she disregarded it. They were plans already in motion for it most likely and that was THEIR side of things. Her goal was laser-focused.
"Oh, there is indeed a grand machination soon to come to a head. It is a good thing you've decided to be an ally otherwise it would have surely made you otherwise." she replied with a graceful bow and a kindly head tilt coupled with a calm, patient smile. "The charity event is but one stepping stone in the grand scheme of things. When the curtain closes and darkness envelops the realm, we can shine the brightest. When there is naught else to turn to, we shall be there to extend a guiding hand."
She held up her left hand. "And those who do not take it. Those who refuse it..." Her eyes became manic and an empty smile spread across her face as the arm suddenly became wreathed in an intense inferno so much so, it was as if her very arm were made of the sun itself. "...will be reduced to ash."
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Post by notdomino on Jan 16, 2024 8:00:02 GMT
"Oh, there is indeed a grand machination soon to come to a head. It is a good thing you've decided to be an ally otherwise it would have surely made you otherwise."
For November, and those like him in the brokerage, an enemy and ally were one and the same. It made him chuckle. "Hai, hai. Pleasure to be doing business with you. " He responded quickly, though her flames quieted him.
November stared at her. He was doing more analyzing than anything. For him, this shining light stuff was just gibberish. Instead, he only took in what was in front of him. A Damascus order agent sent to japan to deal with one of the top ten heroes. MB had regeneration, so a fire power would be a very strong counter to combat it with a relentless flame... In theory, at least. Speaking from experience, there was no such thing as easy win against heroes. This woman. She'd have to find this out on her own. He'd crack his neck by rolling it slowly and prep himself, steam rolling off of his person.
There were likely more steps to be put into play by Damascus, but he knew she wouldn't spill those beans. She'd given him more than enough to work with. "Let's hope our paths cross again." He holstered his weapons, as his legs grew white hot before bursting into geysers and jetting him up high into the sky. The villain would fly off into the distance with Damascus on his mind. How to use this new info... How to stir the pot... He wondered.
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