[Ichor] What's the point?

Wakaba flinched realizing someone was so close by. This guy seemed to be like back news. "No, someone else can pick it up as they please." He took a few steps back, denying the excess funds. He'd then shove the bills to the floor.  "What a weirdo." Wakaba scanned this person's appearance. Never saw them personally before, and certainly never saw him in the news, but that didn't shake the thought that something was off about Ichor. 

Eyebrows furrowing, he- "There's not much merit in being so pushy. Either you have a problem, or we can make this a problem." Wakaba wanted a peaceful night, but this jokester had other plans. He wasn't really coming at this from a hero's angle. As far as he was concerned, as soon as his mission ended, he was off the clock. This was a response of someone being pestered by a creepy stranger. His fists balled tight. Perhaps Ichor would take the hint to back off. 

Wakaba seemed slightly distracted by Ichor's hopping from one foot to the other. An off beat opponent... a terrible match up for Amp man. Ichor seemed normal now, but there was likely some sort of nasty quirk attached to that nasty personality. A person's rhythm typically didn't lie. "On top of being dense, you have bad rhythm..." With an almost metronome-like hop step back and forth. As simple a movement it was, it was perfect and in a set 1-2 beat that was easy to follow. "Being a hero is a job, and I've already clocked out. It's sincerely not my problem."

With a soft shrug. "My problem is a stranger trying to philosophize with me on a topic I've already debated in a class from my dear and departed teacher." Wakaba was considerably pissed, despite typically keeping a calm head. His earbuds began to thump with a beat similar to the one he was cooking in his head. Yeah, something up-tempo. "I don't get you at all. Butting into my life and making your ideals my issue. This ain't some campaign floor. What's the point? Where's the benefit? Nonsense nonsense nonsense. Stop coming at me with nonsense."
His bounce stopped on the beat's 2, and he'd clap to replace his bounce. He didn't miss timing. In fact, with his first clap, his wrists clicked together and there was a hum that vibrated with each clap now. It was soothing, almost like a rhythmic lullaby. "The hero's song comes in a variety of sounds, chimes and beats..." Another click of the wrist amidst his clapping, and the sounds became louder as he amped the tone through his shoulders.  

Wakaba was dead set on fighting at this point. Perhaps it was leftover rage from Nocturne's passing. Yoo was one of the few teachers Waka got along with great. He'd stop clapping but the soft groove was so hypnotic, it was as if the beat carried on without his initiating it. There were a few bystanders who stopped and watched. It was something so small, but the fight had already begun.

"Count." Waka pressed in a condescending tone. "Do you remember the beat, it was a four count. 1-2-3-4." It wasn't. He initially started with a 1-2, but the four count kept everything relatively the same. Strange... As he began clapping again, one bystander seemed to struggle to stay awake. He'd fall to his knees and then into a slumber. "Could you keep count? How many cycles has it been?" He was attacking Ichor's senses. Though his powers were indiscriminate. The clapping would stop once more, but again if one paid too close attention to this rhythmic lullaby, it would continue on infectiously in their head. Other bystanders would droop and struggle to stay awake. 

"Yeah right, you're looney." Waka expressed his frustrations with a deep sigh. Of course butterfly song wouldn't work on him. He was the type that needed to be beaten down a bit for it to have more potency. "And you're GOING to keep Nocturne's name out of your fucking mouth..." He glared, bearing teeth. 

"HE WOULDN'T DO THAT!" Waka roared clicking his wrists together. His wrists would tune to a different pitch as the amps in his shoulders adjusted as well. 

Ichor was acting as if Waka's quirk was made to help people. He could only damage things. He was just doing with best with what he was born with... -same as anyone else. He couldn't swoop with any fancy speed or fly to get these people out of the way, but he could fight. 

There was a powerfully loud vibrational hum blasting from his amps. "Offensive amp... Red Note." He spun to face Ichor, though he was quick to stoop low and slammed his palm into the ground. The soundwave would crash into the pavement and hopefully damage Ichor's legs. The resounding bass of the tone would rattle windows and set car alarms off. 

"Quit acting like you know everything!"

Wakaba grunted as he dove out of the way, Ichor's took taking a strong lash and a hearty lick of blood out of his side. Scuttling to his feet, two claps could be heard, one ridiculously louder than the other, before showing both hands pointed at Ichor. The air around him distorted as he took aim at the fiend. "You talk too much!" Wakaba roared.  "DIAL IT UP TO 11 RED AMPITHEATRE!"

A distant memory phased into his head. This very move... Nocturne told him not to use it with too many people around. A soft ring could be heard eminating from his forearms, only to be super boosted by his amps. The ring would be so loud, that it would dull out any other sound. 

"You're strong. You're smart, perhaps too smart for you're own good at time. Most importantly, you need to fight wisely. You're quirk doesn't affect just you. You're going to have to know when to make tough calls. " Words from his deceaased sensei.  Though this memory would be too late. Windows shattered, and car alarms would blare, but all within the viscinity would go deaf if they hadn't already been knocked out from the shock. 

The ringing would stop but for anyone who was hit by this sound detonation, the ringing in their own head would continue. All sound meant nothing... and as it fell on quite literal deaf ears, Wakaba roared once more. "I AM A HERO!" Between the the collapsing and already downed bystanders, and property damage, he certainly didn't seem like one. Weakly, some of the street lights would come on, exposing Wakaba to exactly what he's down in comparison to the villain he was fighting. 

RUN

It's what his instincts were telling him. He wouldn't be wrong here. He was used to side kick duties, wrangling up the baddie after Mama Bear had already taken someone out... Sometime even fending off a few lackies. He hadn't actually fought a big time villain before and this guy seemed like bad news. 


Fight and make a stand. 

His brain was telling him to stay and prote-... no, it was a little to late for that. He'd ruined his opportunity to save anyone by now. Was he really a hero? Was he meant for anything greater? He was in it solely for the riches after all. Was that really right? Why make a stand here in the first place? He was off duty right...? None of this was his problem. What even was the point? His tears had quickly dried, the stare he held was glazed over. His heart and mind were at war, and in the mean time he had to worry about if the menace attacking him survived his sound detonation.

For now, Wakaba was the only one who could hear anything. "I'm a hero, aren't I?" He mumbled to himself, calmly getting into a fighting stance. There was much fighting in his expression however. It seemed like he was battling himself a bit more than anything. Of course, this was the worst time to do that.