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Post by notdomino on May 13, 2024 5:03:46 GMT
Well that would be two opponents downed and dead, leaving only on- "Gaugh!" Before Ai knew it, something slammed into her body. She'd crashed into the wall, the Gs pressing on her body until reaching a full intertia. Falling from a person-shaped imprint in the wall, the person fell, their mask being knocked loose. Blood dripped down her forehead, and dripped onto the mask as she looked down at it in a daze.
Eyes like gems found themselves trained on Bonnie. Her jet black hair fell from the bun she tucked away. Yes, the Kogane Mask was no man but a woman. Standing up finally, Ai would return the mask to it's rightful place on her face, and pull her hair back. "Didn't think I'd be showing my face..." She said still finding her balance. She was aching, but there were no broken bones at least. She needed a moment to get back into gear.
"How's about you come to my side, Little Chef. Justice doesn't suit a strong woman like you. You ought to be building your power to take what you want from life. "
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Post by Beriadan on May 15, 2024 11:32:49 GMT
"Don't make me laugh."
Bonnie tossed the hammer aside. I'm not sure how much more energy I have... she's forced me to use a lot of my Quirk already. Bonnie couldn't worry about the state of the Villain either; he was down, not moving, but right now it didn't matter if he was dead or unconscious. If she lost focus on the main enemy...
"Those who abuse their power aren't strong! I've always lived my life with a sense of justice... and there's no way I'd become a villain!"
Bonnie raised a hand, releasing a large blob of her Underbaked Dough towards Ai, her other hand gripping a shield in case a counter-attack came before she could react. Sirens wailed in the distance. If she could hold the Villain for a few more moments... she gritted her teeth, creating an Overbaked Baguette in her other hand as she prepared for her next move!
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Post by notdomino on May 17, 2024 6:25:29 GMT
"Even the Yakuza stem from families who served the Shogunate." The Kogane Mask responded. "It's instilled that the powerful must rule. They must balance, and they must adjudicate."
She spoke with conviction as she regained her senses. With Twist gone, there was much less light to play with. Her claws glimmered as best they could, catching the blob and searing it hot and crusted as they dug in. She'd toss the crunchy bread to the side, and maintain poise with her claws at the forefront. With soft steps, she'd begin back pedaling.
With the incoming sirens, she didn't want too much notoriety on the mask just yet. She needed more time to get to know this side of Japan and its inhabitants. She needed to know who she could bend and who would resist. Little Chef was clearly one who was resisting. The hero was lucky it was nighttime. Bonnie hadn't known the gold's glory in the daytime. Perhaps some of the street lights could lend her quirk some aid. She'd continue her slow backward walk, trying to match Bonnie's cadence so the distance didn't change.
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