It's been a couple of days since my first outing as a vigilante, i've done it 3 times now and it's been really fun just testing out all my dumb ideas for powers. it's been really good training as there is so much shit you can do, with control of the atomic structure of things, such as. fire.
so, guess what, heat and by extension fire, is in simple terms. atoms being really jiggly. . . yeah that's what i'm going to say. i'm not going in-depth because it's boring and really, telling people i jiggle the air hard to make fire is just too funny not to.
so, i'm back out again and it's exactly... i teleport my phone into my hand and turn it on 1:21 am. so i've got a lot of time ahead of me, but not too much, sleep is a very entertaining activity so i plan on doing that. before 5-ish. now, let's a go.
I hop down off the building, not bothering with efficiency. I just wanted it to look cool. The second my foot hits the ground, I use my knowledge of whatever that law which states that forces have reaction. Newton's third, I think? - to create a force downward, canceling out the impact.
"So fucking cool," I mutter, feeling the wind rush past as I fall and come to a stop the moment my foot makes contact. i guess this is why people always jump from buildings huh.
My gaze shifts upward before I start sliding forward on the pavement, testing out frictionless floors that i quickly add when ever i contact with them, And yeah, its working pretty goddamn well.
Within seconds, I'm moving faster than most bicycles, gliding across the streets with ease. I come to an abrupt stop when I hear a noise.
Here's a revised version with more polish, keeping Shiro's cool, detached vibe:
"YOU—" Ugh. It's these two again.
"FUCK YOU!" one of the voices shouts.
"NO, FUCK YOU! YOU CAN'T HAVE MUSTARD ON A BURGER!" the other voice retorts.
It's the same damn argument, same two drunk idiots. i wouldn't stop this argument at all, but this is a super human society so obviously, their first instinct is to go gut the other when words don't work.
i've had to stop it 3 times, and this'll be the 4th
I step around the corner, their figures coming into view. It's immediately obvious they're both completely smashed, looking like their both seconds from eating dirt. hella drunk. or maybe not, might be a concussion, must explain why they RESORT TO FUCKING KILLING EACH OTHER over mustard on a burger... ok but i do get one of them, who puts mustard on a burger?
The air around their feet grows colder as one of them charges at the other, ready to attack. Mid-step, he freezes. Ice creeps up his leg and locks his foot in place. yeah, remember how fire is just jiggly atoms, well cold is still the reverse, make them unable to move and ice.
"WHAT TH—" the guy with the frozen foot turns sharply to face me. His buddy, who was about to throw down, also turns with recognition on his face.
I gesture to the guy who's about to swing at his buddy. "Like, I get it," I point at the mustard guy, "he's weird."
"HEY!" The mustard guy protests.
"But it's his weird opinion," I continue, "no need to start beating his ass over it. You know what? Last chance—if I find your dumb asses fighting over mustard again, I'll just beat you up instead." With a shrug, I turn and start walking away.
But as I walk, I flick my hand behind me, ensuring the ice melts in exactly two minutes. just so he can think about what he's done.
"... Heh, karm—" The mustard man started, but was nearly slapped across the face by the other guy.
"SHUT IT!" The other guy paused, his smug grin spreading across his face. "I won, you know."
"HOW?" Mustard man asked, genuinely confused.
Normal guy smirked. "The kid said you were also weird. That's 2 against 1."
i couldn't help but snort as i turned the corner and completely tuning out the argument. my eyes surveyed the surroundings, before quickly sliding off, hoping to find actual criminals. hah, it was pretty funny tho i thought before I mentally filed the entire incident away in the 'never to be remembered again' section of my memory vault. right next to the toothbrush we do not talk about toothbrush though, that warrants death.
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on the roof tops, i stood at the edge, peering over listening in on a very obvious drug deal. but something about his deal struck my eye, the drug dealer had a very noticeable mask, one resembling a bird.
"right, yakuza guy, i think i know what i'm doing next." i whispered, remembering about eri and overhaul. should be a fun thing to do, saving her i mean. i thought as i pictured me decking the germaphobe in the nose.
"Is it true? Can it really remove quirks?" The buyer asked, his fingers twitching as if was running cocain.
The dealer, his voice low, gave a slow nod. "Yes, it can. But only for a limited time. It's still just the prototype," he said, flipping the case open, revealing a vail, filled with a familiar red substance "A dose, and your quirk... gone. At least for a while."
The buyer's eyes gleamed as he glanced between the dealer and the glass container"And how much for a taste of said effects?" His voice trembled slightly, his pupils dilated to the point where he looked like he was halfway to losing it. He looks fucking high. i, I thought, watching the scene unfold.
well time to copy mario.
"alot" he snapped the case shut with a confident smirk covered by his big ass bird mask "but i'm sure you'll find it worth your every pen-AAA!" The dealer screamed suddenly, his back arching as a couple bones snapped
"hi, do you mind if i drop in?" i asked, landing feet-first on the dealer's back. "actually scratch that, he minds this, and you will mind in a moment"
I raised my hand, focusing on the buyer, who was now frozen in place, eyes wide with fear. With a flick of my wrist, he shot up into the air, like a ragdoll being pulled by invisible strings.
"well maybe not, as i think you won't have a mind after this" I brought my hand down sharply, sending the guy crashing headfirst into the pavement with a crunchy thud. getting knocked the fuck out. he's not dead, and won't die but a concussion is absolute. "well, with that done."
Stepping off the crumpled dealer beneath me, I took a moment to check the damage. mmm, yes, dead. i observed with peak accuracy.
"aw, is the little birdy dead, that's not good. let me fix that" I cooed, crouching down beside him. my mocking could be heard by a deaf person as i rewinded his body back to life.
The dealer's body jerked and twisted unnaturally as I rewound time on him, forcing his broken form to slowly come back together, his structure restoring back to normal.
The dealer gasped, taking a ragged breath, blinking up at me, "What the... what the hell?" He muttered, struggling to stand, disoriented, the pain fresh in his mind. (i just lost an entire chunk of shit because of a fucking bug, i'm annoyed)
"welcome back to the world of living" i said, as i stepped closer to his prone form. with an eerie cheeriness. "You see, you have something I want. information on Overhaul's, And I'm going to get it, no matter what."
He groaned, attempting to pull himself together despite what pain i had put him through seconds before "I-I won't tell you," he grunted, his voice shaky but defiant. what an idiot
"well, i guess i'll have to convince you." I sighed dramatically, grabbing his arm. Slowly, deliberately, I began twisting and pulling, feeling the tendons snap and bones grind under my grip. His screams reached a new pitch as the limb dislocated, then shattered, before finally breaking off entirely. I let it drop to the ground with a wet thud. "let's see how many it'll take" i whispered his dying session began.
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it took only 3 brutal deaths for his unwavering loyalty to die out like a fire without oxygen. "Stop... STOP!" he sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his bloodied face. "Please... I'll talk. I'll tell you everything!"
"good good, now here." I pulled out a pen and notebook from behind my back (yes, the chaos emerald holder), placing them gently in his trembling hand. "write down all you know, location of his main base, where he usually is, and anything of note."
He stared at me with wide, terrified eyes before shakily nodding, his hand trembling as he began to write.
I stood there, watching him scribble frantically on the paper I'd given him. man, i wonder why more people don't do this. it's so easy. I thought, stifling a yawn as he finished and held up the paper, practically thrusting it into my hands like it was the key to his salvation. which i mean, it is but shush.
"Mmm, very good," I said, taking it and glancing at the cluttered scrawl of words I'd absolutely not bother reading. just taking the addresses and little bit of info on said addresses, the rest is useless. "Now, here's what you're going to do. March yourself to the nearest police station and turn yourself in. Be sure to tell them everything, what you did, who you work for all that shit, and if they ask why you turned your self in."
i crouched down, placing a finger on his forehead, his body violently flinching at the touch, he closed his eyes but his head did not go pop. "tell them entropy is a very good... convincer. now, run along" i pushed his head slightly and stood up to leave
i felt slight pride as i said my new vigilante name, i'd say it's a pretty good name, i mean i am very random if i do say so myself so it fits.
But before I rounded the corner, I twisted back, my head snapping toward him. "also, when you get to the station, don't tell them anything else about me, k? or your limbs might suddenly disappear. too-do-loo" i gave a casual wave before disappearing entirely.
the man, quickly understanding my threat, paled. quickly scrambling to his feet and bolted toward the nearest station, scared shitless for his life... lives.
yeah, this guy is gonna have trauma for life well not my problem, should've just told me. i thought as teleported home, to go do some minimal research on the information i was given. "tomorrow morning should be a great time to strike" as i quickly hopped back on the computer, this time using it for a productive reason.
meanwhile
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It was far too early for Naomasa Tsukauchi to be remotely functional, yet here he was, groaning into his phone. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as the persistent ringing finally broke his resolve.
"Detective Tsukauchi here" he answered groggily, stifling a yawn. His voice carried the unmistakable irritation of a man who had been dragged out from his much-needed sleep.
The voice on the other end rattled off details, and his expression shifted from annoyance to confusion, and finally, mild alarm. "Wait, what? Someone turned themselves in? Yakuza? Why isn't Nighteye being called for this? Oh... Oh, I see. Alright, I'll be there."
With a resigned sigh, Naomasa ended the call and dragged himself upright. "Entropy? Is that the name of this new vigilante? Or is it someone else entirely? Ugh." He ran a hand through his hair, shuffling toward his coat rack.
Checking his watch 4:23 AM he muttered under his breath, "Why does it always have to be this early? why can't it be daylight to do this?" He quickly grabbed his coat, slipping it and his newly polished shoes on. After locking his front door, he trudged to his car, yawning as he slid into the driver's seat.
As the engine hummed to life, he adjusted the mirror and muttered to himself. "These kinds of situations are rare. They're either really bad... or really good. Let's hope for the latter..."
He pulled onto the quiet streets, his thoughts already racing to a more important subject. "And if that damn coffee machine's still broken, i might have to ask aizawa for his stash"
whats his stash you ask? . . . vodka, lots of it.
(really, i just lover the idea of his ass just pulling out a bottle of vodka if there isn't coffee, it works the same, and he's probably got like resistance 5 to alcohol.)
A/N
i am in a state of depression as HALF OF THIS ENTIRE FUCKING chapter got erased, so i had to FUCKING rewrite it. and i'm to tired, too memory forgot to make it good again.
see ya. i'm going to cry in the floor for the next hour, byeeeeee.
(also, can you tell the change in qaulity? thats me slowly fucking killing myself)
(also eri next chap YIPPE, you can tell i like the cute child. by how happy i am. you cant? well i am happy.)
(another title for this chapter, touching grass)