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"you´re me, I´m you, how many more Hawks are out there? Thaaat-" he put his hands up, then made finger guns at his..other self? "Is the real question. Maybe we´ll have an army of Hawks.." This was..so odd. But kinda cool. "So there have to be other doubles out there..Wait, maybe you´re a clone!" Courtesy of Twice? He just laughed. This was ridiculous.

STARTER from Maxim for @edelweiss-stern (Hawks)

STARTER from Elizabeth for @edelweiss-stern (Ifa)

"..A..toy? He´s not a toy, he´s my assistant!" Ifa didn´t quite know what to say. Wasn´t that kind of rude..? "Get outta here! Outta here!" And even Cacucu himself was mad about this. Then again, he never liked to be called a pet. Or a toy, in this case. Ifa cleared his throat, looking at the girl. "My assistant is a Qucusaur! A dinosaur. Just because he looks a little odd doesn´t mean he´s a toy! But..I don´t know if he wants to be petted now.." After all, Cacucu was still going on and on about her "getting out of here" and "being for real" in the background.

When Elizabeth heard Cacucu's ringing voice, she even flinched. It was loud... Hearing the guy's explanation, Elizabeth was even more surprised. She had never seen dinosaurs like this before. Shouldn't they be huge?

"Well..I didn´t think of the name, but it is kinda odd. I mean, names like ´Koholasaur´ are much easier on the tongue, right?" Ifa gave her a lazy smile. "As for how my dear assistant helps me, he communicates with other saurians, carries me around. carreis stuff around, that stuff! He´s good at calming other saurians down, surprisingly. And it´s good to have a friend around for stress management!" Yeah, the poor bird really did have to carry someone as tall as Ifa around huh? Though the pink fluffy ball did want to do it by his own volition, even if he was a bit too young for it. Ifa didn´t complain though. He found it rather cute.

STARTER from Elizabeth for @edelweiss-stern (Ifa)

"..A..toy? He´s not a toy, he´s my assistant!" Ifa didn´t quite know what to say. Wasn´t that kind of rude..? "Get outta here! Outta here!" And even Cacucu himself was mad about this. Then again, he never liked to be called a pet. Or a toy, in this case. Ifa cleared his throat, looking at the girl. "My assistant is a Qucusaur! A dinosaur. Just because he looks a little odd doesn´t mean he´s a toy! But..I don´t know if he wants to be petted now.." After all, Cacucu was still going on and on about her "getting out of here" and "being for real" in the background.

"...Damn. That´s far away." Mirko raised an eyebrow before she cracked a smile. "I hate that you´re right. People love this kinda stuff. Stays in their memories for way longer than actual creative stuff." And sticking to the cheesy bits also practically eliminated the risk of getting made fun of..And it was one way to popularity. People just loved stuff that seemed familiar to them. The showbiz side of heroism. "F´course I am. Who wouldn´t be curious about a potential rival?" Although Mirko defended her number five placement as a solo hero pretty well...As well and pretty as defending a spot with bone-crushing kicks and bloodied limbs could go. "It ain´t a bad thing. Being a hero also means having ears and eyes open everywhere." Mirko sure seemed a bit dense, but she really wasn´t. No hero could be dense and make it far..They'd probably die to their stupidity at some point. "Haven´t seen ya make any headlines yet. Plus, talking to the real thing is better than reading some rumor-hungry journalist. Don´tcha agree?"

He was lucky the info he gathered allowed him to blend in, frankly he thought hero culture kinda strained, if you didn't kill the perpetrator how could you justify yourself if they escaped to do more harm? Or the fact they had to wear silly costumes? He refused to do that, despite many probably thinking his long cloak and armor ridiculous in this realm.

Equals. That word got a snort out of the rabbit hero. Mirko shifted her weight onto one foot. Pushing her hips out a bit and resting a hand on it. "...I wouldn't say friendly. I'm just trying not to be rude." Or something like that. Honestly, the conversation made her want to go for a (friendly) sparring match. Measure their strength. And he seemed to be confident in his skill. Something a hero had to be, of course, but was this mere talk? Hot air? Or was there actually some essence behind this? "While you're missing out on coupons and goodies, I can respect that." Surprising opponents was always something that not only saved time but also could save you from a couple of injuries. Ending a fight as quickly as it had started... Even though that also took the fun out of it. If the opponent couldn't defend themselves...The rush was missing. Then again, the more important thing was to defeat the villain so civilians wouldn't get hurt...hero bla bla. She kind of missed the fight club, thinking about all this. "Yer got some brain cells." Mirko bit her tongue before saying something rude- usually she didn´t even mean to be rude or mostly didn't care for it, but right now it just didn't seem appropriate at all.

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Kaito had been looking over the case file, but it still made him sighed as he put the file down heading out to the crime scene. To see the area mostly called in to check the area out. “Another day and a hero is gone but no sign of the killer…” he said to himself.

"Right. The usual one? I´ll be there in an hour." Hopping around also meant that Rumi was never at the same place for too long. Not lingering—or disliking that for multiple reasons. There were always more villains to be caught in other cities, so there was that.

Kaito arrived and got the fans away from her as he sighed knowing this was a normal day for him, as he order them both a coffee while he offer her a seat before sitting down himself.

"Well, usually I take care of messes before corpses are something I should worry about.... And a dead hero is unusual. Especially with everyone so hyped about them," the hero said and sat down. At the offered information, she narrowed her eyes. "...Custom rifle? And we're sure it's not some sort of quirk?" In the world of quirks, everything could be possible. She took the picture with her gloved hands and carefully scanned it. "Probably a personal vendetta. Maybe someone's loved one didn't get saved by that hero, and they just wanted revenge. I get blamed often enough for people getting hurt. And colleagues do tell me stuff." Being a hero could be depressing, and the pressure from the public cracking down on every single one of them really didn't help their case. And now... "I'm just thinking out loud, though. The possibilities are endless. Anything could've happened. And maybe our dead hero didn't even know their killer to begin with. Could've been a lunatic... A superfan...anyone."

“Trust me rumi it’s not some quirk cause I found this casing, it’s a modified for certain rifle but those are illegal to get unless someone bought it through the underground network.”

"Ya have my help. Not like I could ever ignore this, and you know that." Rumi was still and had always been a hero at heart. Standing in for what she believed was just. And this was the opposite of that. "...Right. So we got a guy—or a gal—actively targeting heroes. We're sure it ain´t one of the league...? Or some second stain? one of his fanatics. Guy was pretty popular." Rumi carefully took the plastic bag into her hand. this was hardly the first time she had seen a bullet. This was just evidence. "...What a lunatic we´re dealing with. What about companies making support items? Have we contacted any of them yet? They´d make this kinda shit. This hardly sounds like a modification just done at home. No DIY would be strong enough to kill a hero..And if it was a damn DIY the killer woulda left some traces somewhere." Enough speculating. Rumi was surprised at her talkativeness today, but considering she was with the man she was dating...She just felt comfortable in his presence. "...So what´cha need me to do, detective? Play bait? Keep an eye out for suspicious individuals?" though she saw a lot of those on a daily basis. Kinda her job, after all.

“I have asked companies if they knew but, none are not allowed to make firearms made for special rounds…which means had to be a special gunsmith that knew how to make this round work in a custom weapon. Most support items are not made the same, hell I still carry a mateba revolver though the times I used it.” He stop himself from thinking of the times he had to use it.

"...Got it... Honestly we should've met in a more remote spot than this." If the killer kept up with stalking them (or relying on intelligence from lord knows where), they would know at some point in time that Rumi was working with Kaito. Then again...it's not unusual for her to work with the police. Butter and bread of the heroes. Rumi just let out an irritated sigh. Getting up right alongside him before speedwalking to that car. Like hell she'd let some weird killer get the better of her like that. Why was she getting so irritated anyways? Right. She was just worried. Tracking down a special gunsmith..She could go investigate and make them choke out that knowledge. Nothing as fancy as going undercover, but just as she had suggested—working as usual... But gathering hints on the side. Kaito probably had a more elaborate plan, and he'd be the one investigating possible locations anyways—the ones where she couldn't show her face.

starter for @the-lonescout

Kaito had been looking over the case file, but it still made him sighed as he put the file down heading out to the crime scene. To see the area mostly called in to check the area out. “Another day and a hero is gone but no sign of the killer…” he said to himself.

"Right. The usual one? I´ll be there in an hour." Hopping around also meant that Rumi was never at the same place for too long. Not lingering—or disliking that for multiple reasons. There were always more villains to be caught in other cities, so there was that.

Kaito arrived and got the fans away from her as he sighed knowing this was a normal day for him, as he order them both a coffee while he offer her a seat before sitting down himself.

"Well, usually I take care of messes before corpses are something I should worry about.... And a dead hero is unusual. Especially with everyone so hyped about them," the hero said and sat down. At the offered information, she narrowed her eyes. "...Custom rifle? And we're sure it's not some sort of quirk?" In the world of quirks, everything could be possible. She took the picture with her gloved hands and carefully scanned it. "Probably a personal vendetta. Maybe someone's loved one didn't get saved by that hero, and they just wanted revenge. I get blamed often enough for people getting hurt. And colleagues do tell me stuff." Being a hero could be depressing, and the pressure from the public cracking down on every single one of them really didn't help their case. And now... "I'm just thinking out loud, though. The possibilities are endless. Anything could've happened. And maybe our dead hero didn't even know their killer to begin with. Could've been a lunatic... A superfan...anyone."

“Trust me rumi it’s not some quirk cause I found this casing, it’s a modified for certain rifle but those are illegal to get unless someone bought it through the underground network.”

"Ya have my help. Not like I could ever ignore this, and you know that." Rumi was still and had always been a hero at heart. Standing in for what she believed was just. And this was the opposite of that. "...Right. So we got a guy—or a gal—actively targeting heroes. We're sure it ain´t one of the league...? Or some second stain? one of his fanatics. Guy was pretty popular." Rumi carefully took the plastic bag into her hand. this was hardly the first time she had seen a bullet. This was just evidence. "...What a lunatic we´re dealing with. What about companies making support items? Have we contacted any of them yet? They´d make this kinda shit. This hardly sounds like a modification just done at home. No DIY would be strong enough to kill a hero..And if it was a damn DIY the killer woulda left some traces somewhere." Enough speculating. Rumi was surprised at her talkativeness today, but considering she was with the man she was dating...She just felt comfortable in his presence. "...So what´cha need me to do, detective? Play bait? Keep an eye out for suspicious individuals?" though she saw a lot of those on a daily basis. Kinda her job, after all.

"Falcor, eh? Cheesy." Well, her quirk was called rabbit, so was she really better off? It was just as simple. Mirko slightly tilted her head, ears twitching. "Oh, those villains are everywhere... And so is the police. So yeah—we give them to the authorities. I'll hop over to the next case after that's done. I mean, this area's got you and a bunch of other heroes to keep them safe." Mirko didn't like to stay in one spot for long, after all. But this hero...a new one. She usually kept up to date rather well, even if she didn't look like it. So usually she knew whenever there were new heroes around. He amped up her curiosity: If this was his debut, why didn't he say so? Or maybe it wasn't, and he slipped her radar? "Did I ever ask you for your name? Hero name, real name, whatever you wanna give me."

"No, you never asked. I am Lance Ashford, of the Ashford family based in Africa's big city; I am called summoner the pervious number hero, at least before I decided to go on a journey to train and broaden my horizons and learn of the world." A good lie that the relic luckily let him prop everything up, unless she went there to visit his mother, the lie would hold up.

"...Damn. That´s far away." Mirko raised an eyebrow before she cracked a smile. "I hate that you´re right. People love this kinda stuff. Stays in their memories for way longer than actual creative stuff." And sticking to the cheesy bits also practically eliminated the risk of getting made fun of..And it was one way to popularity. People just loved stuff that seemed familiar to them. The showbiz side of heroism. "F´course I am. Who wouldn´t be curious about a potential rival?" Although Mirko defended her number five placement as a solo hero pretty well...As well and pretty as defending a spot with bone-crushing kicks and bloodied limbs could go. "It ain´t a bad thing. Being a hero also means having ears and eyes open everywhere." Mirko sure seemed a bit dense, but she really wasn´t. No hero could be dense and make it far..They'd probably die to their stupidity at some point. "Haven´t seen ya make any headlines yet. Plus, talking to the real thing is better than reading some rumor-hungry journalist. Don´tcha agree?"

👀 -From Hawks to Maxim. The reason? He´s anticipating another prank from this kid.

"You wouldn´t try and poison it, would you..?" Hawks gave the kid an awkward smile. He scratched the back of his head. Coffee didn´t sound bad, but considering it was this kid... He´d probably blow the coffee up in his face. Or something similar. "Should a kid be drinking coffee though? Doesn´t that stunt your growth?"

“I'd poison anything but coffee! It's too delicious, why ruin the product?” Maxim said with a sigh.

"...Well, threats are always amusing. Let´s see if you can top the five other ones I´ve heard today!" The blonde cracked a smile. "You look like you go to school, kiddo. And I´m still taller than you. So, you´re short." But- he was a hero, which meant he couldn´t tease the kid that much. Still though... A kid was a kid.

👀 -From Hawks to Maxim. The reason? He´s anticipating another prank from this kid.

"You wouldn´t try and poison it, would you..?" Hawks gave the kid an awkward smile. He scratched the back of his head. Coffee didn´t sound bad, but considering it was this kid... He´d probably blow the coffee up in his face. Or something similar. "Should a kid be drinking coffee though? Doesn´t that stunt your growth?"

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