Post by Seiichi Stones on Oct 29, 2019 23:03:58 GMT
It was late, but not too late at night. In the Tatooin District, people were still partying or enjoying shows. Downtown, some of the arcades and bars were still open and serving drinks. And in dark alleyways in bad neighborhoods, delinquents were still up to no good. Which meant, Neighborhood Watch was on patrol!
Just like he did every night, Seiichi wore his red hoodie with the Roman letters "N" and "W" sewn onto the front. He had his belt on... his running shoes... the padded gloves... his mask... and the grapple belt that he used to get from rooftop to rooftop without killing himself. And, like he had for the past three nights, he focused on one particular stretch of his neighborhood. The one with the most abandoned buildings and the least amount of residents. He'd gotten a bead on some gangs of delinquents meeting up here, and something about a mysterious stranger trying to recruit them into his gang. He'd mostly gotten his info from an over-confident delinquent that had joined the gang. Knocking him out and checking the group-chat he was in for said gang was easy, the poor fool didn't even lock his phone.
So, at the time mentioned on the group-chat, Seiichi ducked into an alleyway that led to a small lot in the center of a group of abandoned buildings. Once, it had probably been some sort of parking lot or playground. Now, due to time and the recent quakes, it was just a place filled with bits of the buildings, broken concrete, and trash collecting. Speaking of trash...
Seiichi spied a trio of delinquents, probably the other guys in the group-chat, all talking with some tall, skinny guy with a bunch of tattoos, ratty hair, and a jacket probably once had sleeves. He already had material for his entrance. Though, he waited a moment to watch and listen, crouching low behind some debris in the shadows.
"Listen old man, these streets are ours!" A kid with blonde hair, obviously dyed, and sharp teeth and nails was the one speaking. He was being rather rude, too, the guy couldn't have been over thirty. "If you want us ta work fer ya, you gotta guarantee that we're gettin' a sweet something out of the deal! So... What. Are. You. Payin'?!"
He waited for the man with the tats to start speaking. Then, Seiichi leaped from behind the pile of rubble.... Before he spoke, he shot his grapple gun at the ground, right in the middle of the group. Once he had the hook embedded in the ground, and thus their attention, he spoke.
"Geez... Guys, c'mon. Your moms all taught you better than to take candy from strangers! ...Or, in this case, empty promises of candy from strangers."
"Dammit, it's that quirkless kid with the costu-"
The leader didn't finish his sentence, because right after Seiichi finished his little intro, he started the motor on his belt. The line went taut... then... Seiichi was being dragged at high speed right towards the group. He didn't know what the man's quirk was, but he knew that the blonde kid had sharp nails and teeth that he could grow and slice people up with. So he was getting a blow to the jaw delivered at high speed first, because Seiichi didn't want to get his costume (and arms and legs) shredded by this guy... again...
After his fist connected, the other two kids groaned. They were a kid with dark hair kept short-ish and slicked down to his skull. He had a quirk that let him stretch his neck out quite a distance. And a hard skull to go with it. The third? Some new girl that had just joined the gang. Her skin was all craggly, and when she hit it felt like a brick was socking you in the gut.
"Oh piss off, Seiichi!", said the lad with the stretchy neck.
"Hey, when the costume's on, it's Neighborhood Watch!"
"Dude, you've been wearing that costume since you were ten! We know it's you!"
"I didn't..."
"Nobody cares, Kimi."
And so, the trio still standing squabbled like children. In front of the villain. Who hadn't been hit yet.
Torque
Just like he did every night, Seiichi wore his red hoodie with the Roman letters "N" and "W" sewn onto the front. He had his belt on... his running shoes... the padded gloves... his mask... and the grapple belt that he used to get from rooftop to rooftop without killing himself. And, like he had for the past three nights, he focused on one particular stretch of his neighborhood. The one with the most abandoned buildings and the least amount of residents. He'd gotten a bead on some gangs of delinquents meeting up here, and something about a mysterious stranger trying to recruit them into his gang. He'd mostly gotten his info from an over-confident delinquent that had joined the gang. Knocking him out and checking the group-chat he was in for said gang was easy, the poor fool didn't even lock his phone.
So, at the time mentioned on the group-chat, Seiichi ducked into an alleyway that led to a small lot in the center of a group of abandoned buildings. Once, it had probably been some sort of parking lot or playground. Now, due to time and the recent quakes, it was just a place filled with bits of the buildings, broken concrete, and trash collecting. Speaking of trash...
Seiichi spied a trio of delinquents, probably the other guys in the group-chat, all talking with some tall, skinny guy with a bunch of tattoos, ratty hair, and a jacket probably once had sleeves. He already had material for his entrance. Though, he waited a moment to watch and listen, crouching low behind some debris in the shadows.
"Listen old man, these streets are ours!" A kid with blonde hair, obviously dyed, and sharp teeth and nails was the one speaking. He was being rather rude, too, the guy couldn't have been over thirty. "If you want us ta work fer ya, you gotta guarantee that we're gettin' a sweet something out of the deal! So... What. Are. You. Payin'?!"
He waited for the man with the tats to start speaking. Then, Seiichi leaped from behind the pile of rubble.... Before he spoke, he shot his grapple gun at the ground, right in the middle of the group. Once he had the hook embedded in the ground, and thus their attention, he spoke.
"Geez... Guys, c'mon. Your moms all taught you better than to take candy from strangers! ...Or, in this case, empty promises of candy from strangers."
"Dammit, it's that quirkless kid with the costu-"
The leader didn't finish his sentence, because right after Seiichi finished his little intro, he started the motor on his belt. The line went taut... then... Seiichi was being dragged at high speed right towards the group. He didn't know what the man's quirk was, but he knew that the blonde kid had sharp nails and teeth that he could grow and slice people up with. So he was getting a blow to the jaw delivered at high speed first, because Seiichi didn't want to get his costume (and arms and legs) shredded by this guy... again...
After his fist connected, the other two kids groaned. They were a kid with dark hair kept short-ish and slicked down to his skull. He had a quirk that let him stretch his neck out quite a distance. And a hard skull to go with it. The third? Some new girl that had just joined the gang. Her skin was all craggly, and when she hit it felt like a brick was socking you in the gut.
"Oh piss off, Seiichi!", said the lad with the stretchy neck.
"Hey, when the costume's on, it's Neighborhood Watch!"
"Dude, you've been wearing that costume since you were ten! We know it's you!"
"I didn't..."
"Nobody cares, Kimi."
And so, the trio still standing squabbled like children. In front of the villain. Who hadn't been hit yet.
Torque