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Post by ultralilly on Feb 3, 2024 23:15:51 GMT
The hero fest was well underway. The matches had begun and the crowds roars of excitement would conveniently conceal the activity occuring right under its foundations. There were probably a few beings in the world that had Quirks such as hers but Junko Bakushiri wasn't just anyone with one that allowed her to pass underground undetected. Oh no, certainly not! She was quite literally a mutant with powerful mole claws for hands that she used to flawlessly carve a path for fellow Damascus Order patrons to cleverly infiltrate the building. They weren't fools, however. If they directly infiltrated the arena, they'd have their hands full with some of the most prospective heroes in the country and be easily overwhelmed. No. Instead, they had gathered intel that the security in the building would be handled by not only Architect's agency but Moonbeam's as well. Both well-versed in handling threats such as they and very trusted to be able to fend off against villain attack. Unfortunately for them, the DO villain dubbed Cybele aka Junko was under their radar. Literally. Once she had reached the appointed place, she stood proud. "Okie-dokie. Path is secured. Is everyone ready to make a mess? There's alot of movement up there!"In the dim light of the fresh pathway stood at least four others, each with their own intentions on how to disrupt this event. Behind them stood many more but they all looked uniform in appearance. "Let's get this over with." sighed one. "Uhuhuhu! So many are gonna SUFFER!" tittered another. "Hell yeah! Bleed them dry!" agreed the other "Do not forget; ve are here to show zese high und mighty agencies that zeir defenses are NOT ironclad." sternly directed the other. They nodded to one another then two would detach and each take a different path in the tunnel created by Junko. The ones that remained on the current one were Junko herself along with the red-eyed figure with a fanged grin and the one wielding a pair of oddly shaped pistols. When the signal was given, action would be taken. But the signal itself would be unique and all the idea of a member that was not present. Taking his cue, Pygmalion would arise from a storage room that remained unoccupied. He graciously hoisted himself out of the hole Cybele had skillfully made. He then withdrew a device with a sigh then a slight smirk. This wasn't his idea but he really did enjoy the art he was about to unleash on them all at once. His other hand wriggled to command a series of marionettes that arose one by one from the hole like the living dead. He then kicked the door open while pressing a button on the device that immediately overrode the PA system that would also play outside in the arena itself. And while this was the signal, the choice of song belonged to a rather famous student and be rather recognized by the crowds outside. A perfect cover that would simply sound like an exciting tune meant to enthuse...but here, inside, it had a totally new meaning. From the door, flooded a cavalcade of marionettes that rushed in wielding each their own weapons. They clattered noisily as their numbers grew while behind them slowly walked Pygmalion who moved his creations to the beat of the tune. 
Following the noisy entrance, the puppets would lash out and strike at anyone around. In the midst of this chaos there would be a distinctly loud eruption that occured in time with the music. From it emerged Cybele accompanied by the dark-skinned Sanguine and the astute and haughty figure of Asclepius, Saviour of the Antartica branch of the Damascus Order.  Sanguine gracious flipped her hair and cooed. "I'm baaaaack! Did all you lovelies miss me?" She then latched her lips briefly unto Cybele's neck. "Owowowow! Warn me next time! Ouchies!"Sanguine withdrew her mouth and wiped her lips of the blood she had just keenly sampled. "Sorry, darling! You just had the PERFECT blood for this ocassion!" Within moments, the petite frame of Sanguine became monstrous as muscles bulged out and her height grew to become an imposing figure that grinned vindictively at the oncoming security. They then rushed ahead while laughing maniacally. Asclepius simply loaded up the pistols he had with several different syringes and clicked them into place. It was at this time that Cybele groaned at her bite wound and growled at the chaos. her eyes squinted. "That's....alot? I can't tell. Did she get bigger?"
"You have no problem digging ze holes und sensing movement above ze ground but ze moment you get ABOVE, your eysight goes kaput! Just bury anyone who opposes us, yes?" remarked the good doctor who readied his pistols. Meanwhile, the final figure emerged with a couple of satchels at their side. They came from the food court as they greedily sampled the cooked foods much to the chagrin of the workers who wondered how she had gotten in. They went to stop her but the moment they did, a set of vines came from one of the satchels and ensnared them. But they weren't particularly strong. In fact, they could easily remove them...but all it took was one touch for them to immediately begin screaming and writhing, their skin reddening as they wildly began to itch themselves while the figure walked out shimmying their shoulders and bopping to the beat after popping a couple of fries into their mouth. "Ahahaha! Yes! I love it! Mmm! Her music is the best!" she declared as she stepped so casually over the writhing workers and security that had come to stop her, each snared by the vines that came from her pack and subsequently subjugated. Their attack had begun and it was up to the security that had amassed in the location to cease their activities lest their chaos take hold completely and disrupt the event at large. |
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Post by Mystletaynn on Feb 4, 2024 1:08:45 GMT
Lazily monitoring her impressive array of screens, Antinomy was mid-yawn when she was interrupted by a series of beeps accompanied by the visual pings. "...Ah?" With a flick of a switch, the girl uncrossed her legs and let her slippers drop the floor of her office in Yokohama. There was a big event going on over there and Architect was supposed to be on the security detail, having turned down the invitation to fight in whatever event that had cropped up for whatever reason. Antinomy didn't really know and didn't really care about the event itself, but if she was going to be working as the chief of security there, that could all be done remotely and not even in the same district. Just another average day on the job.
Architect, for that matter, was on active duty at the stadium for the hero festival, and was already geared up from head to toe in her mecha exo-suit, Zero Breaker. Standing on the very roof of the building itself at the side of the main entrance, she had constantly been scanning the perimeter from above and watching all of the foot traffic come and go, giving the occasional glance inside the open roof to check on the proceedings of the event every now and then. Unlike her subordinate, Architect was always at a high energy level and could remain focused the entire day without issue, so when a familiar voice spoke up in her headset, there was no hesitation or delay. "Alpha Zero, we have an internal breach at storage unit 1D, I'll be opening gate shutter D4 for immediate access, source will be on the left. Seems like a group."
"Copy that, Interceptor. En route to engage and eliminate." With a salute to nobody, Architect did a backflip off of the roof, initializing her jet thrusters as she soared downwards in the direction of a reinforced metal wall that had just begun to open. Like many stadiums, this one also had an assortment of gates to organize foot traffic, but only a couple were needed for entry to this event. This one was a bit more out of the way, but with Architect's default position above everything, any area was accessible in moments.
Antinomy returned her attention to her monitors and pulled up a separate interface in the meanwhile. "Some other kind of interference, huh...? Whatever..." It seems that the intruders had taken over the PA system. She didn't know what they might need it for, or if it was related at all to any of their abilities, but there would be no shortage of precautions and countermeasures taken against any disturbances. For now, it just seemed to be playing some annoying music. The aqua-haired girl sighed. It just sounded like noise. It was beyond her understanding. Regardless, first things first were to identify the frequency. It was very simple when she could just scan the PA system itself and trace the received signal. Blacklist the frequency, shut down the connecting ports, and... "Bam, goodbye tasteless audio." Sweet silence. But only for a brief moment, as there were more blips on the monitor to investigate. The camera system was the quickest bet. From the feeds, it looked like her trick to shut down the PA hijacking worked, but that wasn't the reason she wanted to take a look.
"Alpha Zero, there also seems to be a disturbance in the first floor concessions area. If you've already engaged, don't re-route, there seems to be enemies in abundance and we'll need to take care of all of them. Forwarding all locations to Delta squad, you just do whatever you're doing," Antinomy explained through her headset, doing exactly what she said she was doing at around the same pace that she was narrating it to her superior, so that Moonbeam's agency members would know exactly where to go and not waste any time in engaging in suppression.
And indeed her superior was — Architect had flown at full speed to the original entrance point, pivoting with an air kick turn to transition from her rooftop descent and vault horizontally down the hallway at a blistering speed. Crossing an intersection with her Black Obelisk rifle pointed up and at the ready, the hero found herself face to back of a large assortment of weaponized marionettes. "GOOD MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!" Architect yelled, letting loose a blast of concussive air into the center of the mass of puppets. Black Obelisk was a custom airburst cannon, using not ammunition, but compressing and subsequently displacing the air in its line of fire to such a degree that it could punch holes through concrete, depending on the width of its muzzle to adjust to prioritize either piercing power or area of effect. Her first objective here was cutting off the greatest disturbance to the public, in this case by quantity. Aiming for the center mass of the crowd of puppets would ensure that there would be no collateral beyond her targets, at least for this first surprise attack against the surprise attack.
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Post by luckystooge on Feb 4, 2024 10:04:31 GMT
The event was heating up and those from the Crescent Maiden Hero Agency were here to ensure the crowds were kept safe because goodness knows the heroes would be just fine. Las Vegas had kept a weather eye on the event itself, paying especially close attention to Moonbeam's match from the monitors in their workspace. Furbolten had been keeping watch around the entire facility and made sure not even a bug got in without him knowing. Finally, the prospective Mothcoat was taking it easy with his net of fibers out and about. They'd vibrate and let him know exactly what was going on...mostly.
"You can do it, Miss! Make him feel that cold burn!" cheered Las Vegas for Moonbeam, eyes brimming with determination and right arm raised up high.
"Someone's excited." remarked Mothcoat with a small smile. He leaned over to look out the door from the lounge. "Mister Overworked is overworking himself again. Furbolten should take a breather..." he remarked to no one in particular with a bored sigh.
Before long, Furbolten made a pitstop to grab a drink from the cooler, canceling his Quirk as he emerged from the bright crackling energy. "What?" he'd inquire as he side-eyed Mothcoat.
"I didn't say anything. I got this handled. I got wires everywhere to detect movement. Seriously, take a break." the short sidekick sighed. "I swear Architect's people are grossly underestimating our skills and we're just fancy showpieces. Tech is one thing but having eyes in the actual place is a thousand times better and no, I'm not exaggerating. I actually did the math."
Las Vegas made whooping cries, obviously distracted. Furbolten simply smirked as he took a hearty swig of his beverage as he laid eyes on the grumpled figure of Mothcoat reclining on the sofa. "Having some animosity toward Miss Antimony?"
Mothcoat shrugged. "Got nothing against them. Their methods are effective. But said methods are 23.61 percent prone to have at least one flaw in them. I'm here to make up for that."
The electric hero scoffed. "I thought that was what Miss Architect was for." Mothcoat clicked his tongue in annoyance. The quadrupedal sidekick rotated his arms then discarded the empty beverage. "I'd better get back to-"
No sooner than he made the declaration did the PA system play a familiar tune that Mothcoat instantly recognized. This was soon followed by the distant sounds of eruptions and clamoring which finally brought Las Vegas to attention. "What was that?"
Mothcoat's eyebrows raised and felt something was moving past his own defenses. He jumped up from his seat. "Someone's not where they're supposed to be. Alot of someones. We may have a situation."
Furbolten turned to head back out but suddenly received a relay. He nodded in understanding as did Las Vegas and Mothcoat who grumbled. "Antimony and Architect-"
The small sidekick growled."Yeah yeah I heard what she said. Do whatever you're doing, huh? I'm not the one sequestered and sitting on my ass away from the action." He flexed his fingers, ready to take off. He could feel Furbolten's snarky gaze on him and grumbled with a irritated look in his eyes. "Yes. I was sitting on mine too but I was here. Not a damn word, Furbutt. I got concession." He then launched himself from the doorway with the aid of the strings.No sooner than he took off did the music from the system cut off. He had a feeling who did it and sighed with annoyance. "Could've left it on longer..."
Furbolten and Las Vegas shared an awkward smile as they looked to one another. Las vegas flexed her fists and by the information that was shared, she decided on a destination. "Three targets in a single location. I can hold them off and it looks like Architect is on her way to deal with the threat where most of the targets emerged from. You go aid her as best you can to cull the numbers before they get out of hand." She had went from cheering fan to capable leader ready for action in a near instant which were one of the things Furbolten could admire. "She most likely won't need it but I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Roger that."
Las Vegas ran from the doorway in the direction opposite where Mothcoat headed off in. Meanwhile, Furbolten took a deep breath, took a ready position, then the moment he took off, his entire body morphed into a crackling bolt that curved about as it immediately saw the marionettes along the way and Architect handily blasting them away. Truly, she lived up to her name and it almost felt he was not needed here. Even so, he weaved through the crowd of marionettes, avoiding Architects fire with ease. He briefly canceled his quirk to emerge and effectively gave the ones that needed sweeping up a firm back kick with his rear legs into one another, also avoiding property damage same as Architect. He then morphed back using his Quirk to carry on ahead to the source.
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Post by ultralilly on Feb 5, 2024 10:02:26 GMT
The cries of havoc echoed through the halls of the event. Perhaps attacking an event that included very high-profile heroes was a bad idea in the eyes of some and yet they persisted. Sanguine barreled through security guards, leaving them prone or unconscious as they were knocked into walls or each other as if they were ragdolls. The mole villain simply slashed about blindly...and caused more damage to the surroundings than anyone in particular. But those who did get caught up in the claw strikes would find deep gashes where they had been slashed, bleeding profusely. Meanwhile, the plague doctor was looking about, alert as if he were looking for something in particular.
But then it happened. The music from the PA system cut out which made the purple young lady villain shriek out. "WHAT THE FUCK!? WHO CUTS OFF A BANGING TUNE!? UGH!"
They villains could hear her very easily...even without their direct communication through the devices situated in their ears. They all flinched at the sudden outcry...and realized security was likely onto them.
Pygmalion uttered a sigh. "Architect." he would simply utter as his marionettes were already engaging with her and falling quite easily to her weaponry. "Be advised. I will only be able to hold her off for so long." He then noticed the streaking bolt of energy coming down his way. "Furbolten of the Crescent Maiden Hero Agency is also en-route.."
"WHAT ABOUT MY DAMN TUNES!?"
The puppeteer sighs."Antimony. I've only heard rumors." he looked at the device that commanded the PA system and tossed it aside as he straightened out his fingers. In lieu of Furbolten's approach, a set of marionettes opened their mouths and from them a loud resounding wave of sound pulsed outward to both not only cause a disruption to most other electronic devices but also knock Furbolten directly out of his Quirk. It may briefly interfere with Architect's equipment but he knew they'd find a workaround if not immediately. others, meanwhile would proceed to vanish from the scene while others aimed gunfire from their limbs at Architect.
Secondly, he'd flex another hand as he rounded the corner with dead eyes. As if in direct response to Antimony's comment he'd utter "Braindead philistine...." The marionettes around the arena then started to re-broadcast the song in sync. He'd utter a sigh of relief at the resuming melody as he continued to bring in the remainder of the marionettes. "Happy, Ceres?"
The purple girl whooped with joy, her anger melting away as more plants erupted from her satchels that each caused anyone who made contact with them to immediately break out in blisters and rashes. "Woooo! Thanks, Piggy! Just for them cutting it off, I'm going to make sure they SUFFER extra! hehe! Ah-" They froze in place long enough for Mothcoat to stumble upon the scene of a spaced out villain that looked like she had gone into a catatonic state. They suddenly sprang to life and declared, pointing at Mothcoat drunkenly "-AH! hero! Sidekick! Whatever! Small guy! Blue coat! WHOZZAT!?"
(Ceres, Damascus Order South American Branch Champion. Quirk: Venomous Growth! Can command the growth of any toxic plants and increases the potency of said plants that touch human flesh. Is immune to the effects of all plant toxins and can imbue her own toxic body with certain ones and grow portions of it to some degree. However, they are prone to vegging out on the spot at random intervals! How very plant like!)
Meanwhile, Las Vegas would be greeted by the huge figure that belonged to Sanguine who turned to face the likely smaller sidekick with a ferocious and gleeful grin. "Heh, what have we here? You look like fun, darling! More than these weaklings can provide!" They eyed over their shoulder at Cybele. "You want in on this?"
The girl with the mole hands squinted to get a better look. They then withdrew some glasses they slipped on and exclaimed. "Oh! I can see again!" they saluted at Las Vegas. "A pleasure, ma'am! We are here to disrupt this event! Please humor us with a good fight!" They then leapt back down their created hole. In the moments that followed, upturned tiles upon the floor streamed toward Las Vegas while the muscular and buffed out Sanguine ran straight toward her with the aim to punch the puny humanoid with a massive fist.
In the chaos, Asclepius had slipped away to where Architect was busy dealing with the weaponized marionettes. He scoffed at the conflict and withdrew the pistols. "Let's zee here...." he'd murmur as he spun the barrel. "No....no....ah yes. Zis vill do nicely!" he locked the shot into place then aimed.....at the ceiling near Architect. "Right zere should do!" The moment he made himself known, he'd cackle. "Greetings from ze Order!" The syringe-shaped shot popped off and even if it were deterred, that wasn't the point. It would simply explode with a green-colored explosion that would cause not only debris to block the path from above but also produce an ooze that stuck to the debris that also created a wall of sorts. A bubbly, gummy sort of wall that looked positively caustic to the touch.
In the holes created by Cybele, something else stirred but for now, it remained dormant.
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Post by Mystletaynn on Feb 16, 2024 3:25:58 GMT
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Mothball. That line was just for Architect, you can aim a wrecking ball at a target but it's a lot more annoying to stop one. I'll provide guidance where applicable." Antinomy rolled her eyes as she monitored the situation, seeing that the puppet handler had put the annoying music back on. If such a stupid little thing was so important to them that it would take some of their own resources instead, then sure, she'd let them have it, as long as they weren't messing with the stadium itself. That was her domain. For now, she'd keep an eye out on Architect's situation in order to provide a third eye as well as potentially operate the gates if the situation ever came up.
Architect, on the other hand, was having a blast as she tore through the masses of controlled artificial bodies. Usually she had to restrain herself against flesh and blood opponents in order to beat them into submission and capture them, but here it was no problem. Alternating between her airburst cannon and cutting down the puppets directly with her long alloyed blades extending from the back of her wrists, the battle maniac hero was making significant progress in tearing through Pygmalion's forces. The sound wave made her flinch for the briefest of moments, but only because she wasn't expecting it. Tapping a finger to her headset, Architect gave it a quick restart, and her electronics were working again, as if it didn't happen. This didn't interfere with her movement at all, cutting down another puppet with her other hand, but the incoming gun-laden puppets would be more than willing to test her. Yet, one of the benefits of fighting amidst a horde of mechanical puppets? Well, it was certainly an ample source of raw materials, if nothing else. Grabbing hold of one of the nearest puppets she had cut down, there was a sudden metallic groaning sound as she transfigured the puppet and all of the other ones nearby it into a giant mass of assorted artificial polymers, resulting into a massively oversized riot shield at least several meters thick that the hail of bullets clattered into (at least, those from the puppets that hadn't been swallowed up), and large enough that it clogged most of the hallway, although there was still enough space to squeeze around if it was necessary.
"Hahhh...?" With an excited grin, Architect was ready to plow through the hallway like a Snowpiercer train, when a newly announced voice made her whip around in the blink of an eye, raising Black Obelisk in that direction before noticing that the masked man was not aiming at her. On instinct, her eyes traced the direction of his pistol, firing her airburst cannon the moment that he fired his own weapon. There is no projectile that exits Black Obelisk's barrel. It is a unique weapon that generates an extreme amount of concentrated pressure that displaces the air itself to punch holes in its path. Asclepius would find that his mark would be forced a noticeable distance off target, leaving its explosion of gooey green material to drape itself down the side of the wall, suspicious in appearance but having caused a rubble pileup comparatively harmlessly obstructing only a fraction of the hallway.
Not harmlessly, however, would be the intent of the second shot that Architect fired from her gun, rechambering the pressurized air without even a moment's hesitation. Just about a second after Asclepius's shot was fired would be find the airburst cannon firing directly at his gun arm's shoulder with the full intent to sever it from his body, the hero's blood red eyes staring down her new target with an intimidating pressure radiating from her wordless form.
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