#hosaki

To be honest, he doesn’t care about recuperating, restocking, or taking care of the injured. He doesn’t care to sleep and take care of himself after the whole fiasco, either. He was never that responsible.

Rather, Dosei does the opposite of what he should be doing. It’s not like he can feel the pain from his silver scrapes and oddly colored bruises, and he’d rather not sit here and doze again while waiting for the earth to tremble or some other dramatic bullshit. Instead, he creeps around to try and find one unwary victim, uncaring as to who they were. The person he picks is hidden away themselves, most likely to avoid others, but it doesn’t stop the tiny terror from creeping up and getting to work. 

A couple minutes later, there would be a bright yellow glow in the vicinity. The source? The man’s back, who has words that seem to radiate light scrawled onto the back of his coat. It seems he did some research before this, as there’s nary a grammatical mistake to be found in the words of wisdom. Unfortunately, gravel crunches beneath his boot at a shifting movement, nearly tripping him up as he backs up to admire his handiwork.

Scrawled into the material, in very noticeable letters, is AY YO PIZZA HUT I SUCK DICK.

EVEN IN THIS CITY HE FINDS HEROES -- at least, they try to emulate what they think should be associated with such ideals when they attack him after he laughs from overhearing their ridiculous conversation about ‘protecting the city’ and some crap about a white something terrorizing it. He’s not listening all that closely, but Garou is more than ready to take care of some third-rate tryhards even at this level of strength.

It’s an unsurprisingly short fight; he doesn’t even have to use the old man’s techniques because they’re just that weak. Civilians who wanted to play hero -- it was laughable. The heroes back home weren’t worth shit either, aside from the S-class lot. 

One of them has left blood on his knuckles. Garou wipes it on his shirt, where the stain won’t show, then stares ahead into the murky haze beyond the street lights.

Almost right after the man had announced his location, Micaiah was on board a train and going to Sector oo4 as quickly as she could... But as a resident of Sector oo5, she couldn’t help but to fear that she wouldn’t get there in time, so she quickly sent out a text using the cell phone she had acquired only a few hours before.

[To: All Contacts] [From: Micaiah]

That man in sector four

Is anyone on their way to stop him

I don’t think I will be able to get there in time

Please someone tell me they’re going to help

Innocent lives are at stake

It’s time for a little self indulgence.

She deserves it, of course. She has a paycheck, and while jewelry isn’t at the forefront of her desires, i nice pair of cute earrings can really top off an outfit. Maybe something in pink, or...there was a super cute pair with a pair of skulls with diamond eyes. Now that would be a good addition to her collection! Maybe with the new black and purple dress she had in her closet, it would be even better.

Thoughts about clothes fly by a mile per second as she makes her way to her destination, mary janes tapping on the concrete as her umbrella twirls with a pleased hum. It’s only put away once she steps in front of shiny glass, cursive gold letters seducing prospective customers. Her entrance is heralded by the light jingling of the bell over the door, stepping into the warm room with a pleased smile...

And is greeted by the sight of some ratty looking bastard with a little too much gold and silver in his palms. She spies something that suits her fancy within the pile, and promptly turns her unimpressed gaze towards his face as a hand slides to her hip.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?