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No Harm, No Fowl; Tork/Hiroko/Kazama; Graded
Topic Started: Apr 2 2017, 09:46 AM (1,083 Views)
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"Man, I really need to get a motorcycle...and a motorcycle license." Tork muttered to himself as he and Kazama got off of the bus together, the vehicle starting up again and driving down the road until it was out of sight. The two UA students were at a bus stop, out in the country just north of Tatooin. The Cock-a-Doodle farm was only a mile away, so easily within walking distance from where they currently were. Tork had given him the run down while they were on the bus, but he still wanted to make sure the kid retained everything.

"'Member what I told ya? Gonna go over it one more time. This farm had stopped sending shipments of chicken to the restaurants and grocery stores in Tatooin just before the time around when the Rancid Rooster started attacking. They've refused to give comment to any reporters that come by, so we're gonna go ourselves and claim we wanna interview them for a summer UA project. Got it?" He asked, crossing his arms and looking down at the shorter blond. This was exactly why Tork suggested he wear his hero costume for this outing, or at the very least bring it to change into. The more professional they looked, the more likely they might be to talk to them. At least that's how Tork saw it. These farmers didn't seem too keen on the media, but some fresh-faced heroic hopefuls looking to get a good grade on their project? It was a lot like how people were often guilted into buying Girl Scout cookies. It was a good analogy, though Tork would never openly compare himself to a Girl Scout in any way.

There was also the factor that came with their small amount of fame. Tork was known throughout Tokyo and much of Japan now, while Kazama had just won first place in the latest Sports Festival and was an easily recognizable face. It was Tork's hope that their small claims to fame would make it easier to get their foot in the door. If this place had any sort of lead involving the Rancid Rooster, he was going to get it and hand it over to the police. They had been stumped for weeks on this case and the bomber villain was still at large. He was much less brazen than when the attacks first occurred, but it was a danger to the citizens of Tatooin. Hell, for the past month, people had steered clear of pretty much any food joint that served chicken. Other businesses stopped putting chicken on the menu, just out of fear of being bombed by the Rancid Rooster. The image of people burning alive still haunted Tork's memories from the day he had been present during an attack by the Rancid Rooster. He was powerless to stop him on that day, but he had been able to save a small family. It was a small victory, what with so many others losing their lives.

Tork DeGracio made it his goal to help put a stop to the crazy cock, but he also wanted to do it by the book. Vigilantism was looked down upon after all and he had learned his lesson. Not only was he putting his own hero career in jeopardy, but also risking the lives of those involved by possibly making a rookie mistake. No, he'd wait until he officially got his hero license before going on any ventures like that. Today, he just wanted information. That being said, Tork knew his girlfriend wouldn't approve of him obsessing over the Rancid Rooster. She knew how much this kind of stuff bothered him, but Tork also refused to make her worry about him more than she already did.

"You haven't snitched on me have ya?" Tork questioned with his eyes narrowed down threateningly toward Kazama. Those two were quite close, so he knew the fellow blond might say something, but he was trusting him to stay mum about this, at least until the ordeal blew over. The plan was to visit this farm, interview the owners or farmhands for whatever info they could provide, then go home. No harm, no foul, easy as can be.
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"Huh? I thought you'd be the kinda' guy that'd prefer flying around. Sticking to the roads is... well... hm... Maybe... No, I could see you driving a motorcycle," Kazama piped up from behind Tork, the kid was fully dressed and decked out in his hero suit and had refused to take the thing on the moment he was notified of the adventure.

Coincidentally this did work to the bigger blonds advantage, Kaz's face was too well known thanks to the festival and like he was now very few people could potentially see who he was from glances alone. The largest aid in that area was the bandages currently encompassing all of Kaz's head and most of his neck, the rest of his costume was a green tuxedo mixed with a pinstripe suit with a series of gold buttons and ascot that ended with white felt gloves and blue dress shoes. He really looked like some sort of attendee at a gambling ring, but again, only better weaved mystery around him. The details were sketchy, outright barely talked into, but nonetheless the mention of Tork needing help got the blond fired up. Partially because this was Big Sis's boyfriend! He needed to help and potentially protect the guy! So here was Kaz, decked out and ready to fight because he assumed the violent partner to Eve was rearing for a brawl. In the back of Kaz's head he hoped it wouldn't come down to it, that his costume would ward that off. He hated needless violence and his optimism for this sort of work may have given the wrong message. But he wasn't in the mind to correct that, no, he was more focused on walking beside Tork with his hands fidgeting in his own pockets.

His right hand fished out a coin, gold on the exterior, and he retracted the felt gloved hand off. Tork would get to hear a very faint ringing signifying the hit of metal on hard surface, in this case Kaz was flicking the coin between his hands, rotating it around the ridges and insides of his digits by use of flexibility before flicking it over with his thumbs. It was a game to pass the time, to supplement talking as they walked further and further down the street.

Tork had been talking all the while, even stopped to measure up the blond. Even though he hadn't got much reaction out of the blond all at once the flicking stopped as soon as it had started. The coin was stowed in a closed right fist, the fidgeting did help him think. Process all the information a second time, it still did very little to stow away the thoughts of a potential fight, even if logic and word said otherwise.

"Wonder what kind of farm we're going to-- I've seen my kind of farms back in Cairo which, according to Big Sis Eve is... uh... different? It'll be fun. For sure~-- I just hope the smell isn't too bad, animals that are kept too close to one another... it'll get to ya'. Man was it really bad on some of the hotter days, the sun just sorta made it flare up," The blond briefly shivered underneath his outfit, grabbed his upper arms and rubbed them down with opposite hands before once again going back to the flipping, fidgeting.

His step was fairly quick and even if he was talking, messing with the coin, he was never far behind Tork. The kid had an uncanny knack for speed and even now that was showing. Had shown, as of late.

It was the festival that had really made the kids strengths obvious, given him fame and reason to currently hide his face. He knew the trouble that came with being known and for the moment just wanted to walk down the street without being pointed at or ran to, not when he was trying to do something so-- well. Delicate was a word. The operation Tork described was tense and the blond knew, feared, his ability to work when having to constantly rebuke compliments. So for now he was set in keeping his face hidden, the black ace printed on his bandages serving as a greeting to any bystander that he turned to.

And then Tork spoke, turned to him and gave that menacing twist of his brow and locking of the eyes. The blond gulped, it was like looking at a caged animal, a very weary one, he wasn't keen on letting that tiger out just yet so he took a deep breath and admitted the truth.

"I-- No. I mean, if I had, you'd probably have known. When you came to me and... spilled the beans, you've been with Sis the entire time. Haven't managed to visit her yet without you there, partially because she needs her breaks. I get that. I'll probably tell her afterwards but not right now-- Gotta play the games you're roped into. Besides, talking to farm people can't be dangerous enough to get her down here, right? That's what we're doing. Investigating some missing food," The blond declared with a nodding of his head, Either he had not been listening or Tork skipped the far more dark incidents surrounding the reason for the nugget shortage.

This kid had automatically assumed the farmers stopped out of fear, not that they were involved. undoubtedly it was likely why Tork was on edge, but the blond just couldn't see it. To him the two were coincidental and, perhaps, that was why he was so lax save for when Tork asked him such a dire question. He feared the ire of a man who could instantly burn a length of grass a few yards in length just from a pointed gaze. The irony in that is that the blond could do much the same, but having the foot on the other shoe in this case gave him a fear he didn't ordinarily have. Being unable to anticipate an attack, Tork was a wild one.

And he'd rather help the guy, give him less reasons to be suspicious and mean, then deny it and possibly gain much worse things in the future.

In the end it was a combination of morality, fear and happenstance that dragged the blond along on this adventure.
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"Flyin'? Oh hell no, I prefer'ta stay on the ground thanks. Unless ya got a lot'a momentum built up, it's hard'ta land a strong punch in the air." Tork explained with a firm nod, mock punching the air once as if to demonstrate how the motion required motion throughout his body. One foot slightly forward, stepping with the punch while using his other arm to guard, a posture similar to what a seasoned boxer might use. Given it was one of his favorite fighting styles, it made sense he would adopt it into his own way of fighting as well. The other main issue was that flying would just tire him out way too much. He had done it a few times, where he used a jet of steam or fire from his back to propel him upward, but it took a lot of energy to continuously pump out that much heat. No, riding on the streets was much more his style. "A'course you could, motorcycles are badass." The delinquent proclaimed with a grin, imagining what his very own bike would look like in his head. Black, big handle bars, maybe even some flames painted on the side. Well, the flames might be a little too on the nose, but Tork had never been one for subtly either.

"We're goin' to a chicken farm, so my guess is lots'a chickens. They might have a few other animals runnin' 'round, but it sounds like they specialize. The name kind'a gives it away." He mused a loud at Kazama's wondering about their destination. "Well we ain't gonna be there long, I'm sure it's gonna be fine." Tork reassured him with a shrug, not having considered such a thing until now. Honestly, Tork had never been to a farm himself, so this would be a new experience, although he didn't really have any expectations. There had been plenty of times before where he had seen a farm on television, and aside from what they produced they all looked alike, so he had no strong feelings one way or another. As long as they got some sort of lead to go on, something useful they could pass on to the police, then Tork would be content. The fellow blond had brought up something else that had never come up before though. "Cairo? That where yer from?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, his tone giving off an air of passive curiosity.

His next question was of the more intimidating variety, accusing him of possibly ratting him out to Eve. Thankfully, Kazama confirmed that he had not, and it was true that Tork would've probably known about it almost immediately if Kazama had told her. Eve would've likely called or texted him right away, reprimanding him for his actions. He'd gladly take all that though, as soon as he was finished with this. Once he had his mind set on doing something, he was much too stubborn to stop, especially on something this important to him. At least maybe afterward he'd be able to get a good night's sleep for the first time in a few weeks. Tork nodded silently a few times, satisfied with the boy's answer. "Just make sure ya listen'ta me, a'ight? And yeah, this is kind'a about missin' food, but it all comes down to findin' out if this got anythin'ta do with that Rancid Rooster bastard. Their shipments stopped goin' out almost the exact time the attacks started, which don't make sense. Every other joint in town didn't stop servin' the stuff until a few days, when the bombin's had a pattern. Somethin' ain't right, that's all I'm sayin'. It's why I chose this place." Tork explained in further detail, tapping his index finger to his forehead as they walked along the side of the road. This was all information Tork had gathered with Hiroko, a new friend and U.A. hopeful, during their day of research at the Tatooin police station. Tork was still a headstrong idiot, but his time at OSS made him more versatile in the way he dealt with crisis situations, along with drilling into him the importance of details in any given case. Diligent research beforehand, then using that to fuel his judgement and instincts. If nothing else, it helped him become a more well-rounded hero in the making.

"There, it's just up ahead." Tork pointed out, gesturing further down the road at a quaint home with large grassy field to the side and rows of chicken coops. As they approached, the landscape certainly seemed maintained, the grass of their front yard cut at an even level. Their mailbox appeared to be empty, and there was movement that could be seen from the window of the house. Aside from a light breeze and the sound of the boys' footsteps on gravel, silence filled the air. To be honest, the scene was a lot more normal than what Tork was expecting. If these people were scared of an attack, he figured they would have boarded up their home or maybe even packed up and moved until the whole situation blew over. To the this thug, it all just so average. Tork grunted once, mulling over these thoughts as they got closer to the front of the house and headed for the front door. "Keep an eye out fer anythin' strange, but let me do the talkin'."
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Kazama couldn't help but tilt his head to the side in silent question as Tork went onto why he wouldn't fly. Truth be told, Kaz was a rookie at best when it came to flying, but the question of building momentum was a sort of blank for him in which he had an answer but wouldn't question Tork. Tork was experienced in fighting, his shadow boxing as they walked proved that much, even got a slight pause out of the blond as he waited for it to end. He was more curious than annoyed, and in the back of his head ran over the possibility of maybe Tork was right. They both fought differently, chances are the effects of flight were different for them both, vague recollections of what had gone down did flicker on for a second in the back of the blonds head and made him tense up a tad. His shoulders rigid, the scene of the disintegrating tiles played once more, as well as what had happened to Kull. The flying he made use of was different, leagues different than what most people associated with such a free feeling. He gulped once more, rolled his shoulders a bit and went on with himself.

The buildings around them, Kaz noted, were getting squatter and squatter, being that instead of reaching into the sky they were low to the ground and wide. Even the once well kept roads regressed into little more than streams of gravel that skittered under heel when you walked on them. The kid did try to keep his steps even, although his suit was reinforced he was still worried about scuffing up his shoes and did well to not kick rocks or slip from the surface. Thankfully his graces kept him from looking like he was bowlegged, albeit he was walking slower he didn't look weird while doing it.

Tork was continuing to talk, thankfully, made their journey without complete silence and it did allow the blond some measure of relaxing. He was talking about farms, what kind, and confirmed that they wouldn't be staying for long which gained a sigh out of the blond and a brief grin under his mask as he thanked his lucky stars he wouldn't have to dwell in that stench. He was easy going, for sure, but even the nicest of the nice had something they couldn't handle. The fresh cloud of fertilizer on plants or the hanging groan of odors around a trough was a few out of some for Kaz.

With a hint of interest in his tone Tork mentioned Cairo, asked if Kaz was from there. That gained his attention back from looking at the ground and flicking his coin from hand to hand. So much so he pocketed the tiny golden disc outright and looked towards Tork with his blank bandaged mask. Amber eyes briefly skimmed his own covered eyes before the kid just settled on looking in his general direction. He needed to think, somewhat, for a good enough answer that wouldn't prompt a joke at his own expense.

If only Juba were here, he mused.

"Yea, Old Cairo to be specific. Mom's friends had a place out there and I spent my time with them as well as her, My mom was originally from here so it was up in the air back then whether I should travel or stay. Her job kept her in Egypt, Cairo, all over the place when a new dig site was found. It wasn't so bad, I kinda miss it. At night the city would put on a whole new air and it was... exciting," The blond breathed a bit, smiling again under his mask as he nodded his head at his own statement in self agreement.

He was sighing more so because he needed to get the lingering stress out of his system. He still had one more question to answer that Tork had posed, in fact, no sooner had he sighed did he breath in deeply. Kazama was going to be honest, hope his honesty didn't leave him with the ire of a person who he somewhat held as an older brother figure if not for pure association with Eve.

Perhaps there was more? Kazama was genuinely worried for Tork with all this and had been a partial reason for the suit among many other reasons, he also held his words to a somewhat higher standard, more than regular people. Even if the blond wouldn't willingly admit it Tork had become a part of his life, more involved than just an item to Eve, his big sister.


"If something comes up, I'm calling her. I'll... I'll say that right now rather than just pop it off later. Kind of like a promise if I do it like this," The blond replied to Tork's answer to the reason they were here and the ominous pressure he had managed to add onto a simple innocent investigation.

"But alright. You say jump, I'll ask how high," The blond playfully replied with a thumbs up from his right hand before electing to have both hands drop back down to his sides as they continued walking down the worn roads of the farming district directly outside of the city.

That is how farming worked, anyway, raising livestock could not be within the bounds of a city due to a combination of health concerns and a need for open space for what you were growing. To a degree Kaz appreciated this but the open air had a habit of making the ordinarily city bound youth disturbed, it put him on edge. The protective shells of buildings gave way to open skies, spaced houses, and the ability to see people coming from yards away. This applied to both Tork and Kazama, if some one were to be looking out for them they could see them approaching well past now. And that very thought gave the blond an annoying pressure of eyes on his body, caused him to nearly shiver.

It was a unwelcome feeling.

Tork put attention on the house that they had been walking towards for a while now, one that had come up on the right side of the gravel road. It wasn't especially odd, nothing like an evil hideout or lab that Kaz had seen on television. It was a squat house like any other with a fenced in backyard and rows of chicken copes to boot as well as the constant clucking of their livestock. By the time they passed the mailbox and turned in Kaz had the chance to take note of the open and empty mailbox.

Suddenly that pressure of eyes became familiar to the boy.

It was loneliness.

This whole place felt oddly empty.

Thankfully Tork spoke again as they rounded towards the doorway and away from the mailbox, it made the blond relax a mite more.

The order from Tork had the boy chuckling to himself somewhat as he gave into his Juba-esque characteristics. He made a joke out of it, suitably to lighten his own mood as well as the thug. Before the blond even spoke a line stretched from the Ace towards the edges of the bandages, that virtue alone was the only reason why the black line stood out.

"Already on it~," The blond responded, a vermilion eye opened itself up on the black ace pattern that sat on Kaz's bandaged face.

It partially lidded itself on the lower eyelid as if to show joy in such a lame joke, ultimately the pupil slid across the white of its eye and stared at the door as the blond stopped walking. Waited for Tork to go through and knock, bust down the door, whatever he needed to do.

The boy hoped it wasn't knocking a door down.

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Tork was never the best with places, locations, maps, ect, so it wasn't a surprise when Tork didn't know Cairo at first. It didn't even show on his face either, because the thug thought he knew of Cairo. He had always assumed Kazama was from Japan, simply because he had never been told otherwise. It made sense in his head then that Cairo was a town somewhere in Japan that he had simply never know of before. As soon as the fellow blond mentioned Egypt, however, Tork blinked a few times before the realization crashed into his head. "Oh, right, Cairo, Egypt." He repeated with a nod, as if he had known all along. It wasn't very convincing, but he wasn't going to dwell on it. "Sounds like a nice place. What brought ya'ta Japan then?" The most obvious answer would be U.A., but there could be other reasons as well of course. This was the first time in a while Tork had been alone with Kazama, so he felt like it was necessary to at least try and get to know him better. As much as it he has been irked in the past by how close Eve and Kazama were, he had to admit that the kid tried his best to be a good friend to her, which was really all he could ask for. Therefore, even though it wasn't the most organic way of growing closer, Tork begrudgingly did his best to make an effort. There was a hint of genuine interest in his questions though, even if he tried to hide it with his seemingly indifferent posture. "So wait, ya said 'dig site.' Is yer mom an archeologist 'er somethin'?" That would be a pretty cool job, he had to admit. Finding old bones or relics that people haven't seen in who knows how long, if ever? A pretty badass occupation when you put it that way.

Once they got closer to the farm and Kazama informed him that he'd call Eve at the first sign of trouble, Tork sighed. "Don't be a numskull, if 'somethin' comes up' we call the police first." Tork told him matter-of-factly, poking the shorter boy roughly in the noggin. That being said, Tork did smirk at his readiness. "That's what I like'ta hear." He said enthusiastically, smiling at him before turning his attention to the upcoming home. Approaching the door, the thug addressed Kazama once more to make sure he was being vigilante. To his surprise, Kazama made a black eye of sorts appear on the mask, which seemed to bend upward to show his joy. It was an odd trick for sure, but at least it let him see what emotion was going on behind that mask of his. Turning to the door, Tork knocked heavily three times on it and then returned his hands back to the pockets of his pants. There was a momentary commotion inside, until a silence filled the air for a few seconds and the door creaked open, revealing the face of an elderly man.

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"Yeah? Whaddya want? We don't have to explain ourselves to-" The gentleman stopped mid-sentence, having began speaking before he even got a look at who was at the door. His eyes widened for a moment, before returning to an accusatory glare. "You're from U.A. aren'tcha?" The man asked with the same hostile tone, pointing to Tork and then to Kazama. "And what're you his sidekick?" It made sense that the man wouldn't recognize Kazama, considering his hero costume, but Tork wasn't liking the attitude they were already getting. Wasn't this supposed to be just a cute little farm with some nice farmers? Then again, farmers could be rude too, but Tork had just assumed they would be friendly and...homely? "Uh, yes 'n no. We're here fer a school project, so just wanted'ta ask ya some questions 'bout-""No, my wife and I getting ready for brunch, so you'll just have to leave." With that, the man slammed the door in their faces, leaving Tork to grunt out of frustration. He wasn't shocked, given the reports that the farm owners refused to speak with the press, but Tork figured that they might be more willing to speak with fresh-faced students just looking to get a good grade for their class. "Hey bub, ya didn't know what I was gonna ask!" Tork yelled at the door, before turning back toward Kazama and stepping away a few paces. "I figured this might happen...we might as well just take a look around. If we're on the road we ain't on their property." Tork informed Kazama with a cheeky grin, moving his hand up to press a button on the side of his shades, activating their infrared mode. A lot of little blips of heat were coming from the chicken coops, which made complete sense. The thing that raised an alarm with Tork was once he turned his attention toward the house. Grunting once, Tork turned to look away, out toward the farm to the side of the house and the expanse of gravel road.

"Don't show any major reaction. There are at least three people in that house. One elderly, two...chicken-people, x-forms." Tork informed him lowly and calmly, but with a grave expression. Tork had been hoping they simply had a lead on the Rancid Rooster and knew something others didn't, but he didn't think they were this closely connected. It was possible that the Rancid Rooster himself wasn't actually here, but at the very least these people were probably associates of his. Ooooor Tork was being x-formist (is that even a thing?) by jumping to conclusions, but he had good reason to believe his gut. "One of them is watching us from a window on the second story also." Was this a time to call the police, or was he getting ahead of himself? Thinking like this had never been a strong suit of Tork's, given that he was more of a man of instinct. Sure, he was better about working through high-stress situations thanks to his internship with OSS, but those were crisis that had clear objectives and defined enemies. Here, there was no objective aside from "get dirt on Rancid Rooster" and "don't cause trouble." Whatever their plan of action was going to be, Tork made sure to inform Kazama of what little intel he got thanks to his Thermo Shades. Maybe it was best to leave it alone? Technically they got what they needed, they witnessed something that might point toward involvement with the Rancid Rooster, but aside from their word they had no actual evidence...

The silence was broken on this breezy, sunny day, however, when the sound of a creaking backdoor could be heard from behind the house.

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"Yep, Egypt. You'd be surprised how many times I have to tell people it's not in America or something. The moment locals here an exotic spelling they either fling the location over there or towards the British Ilses, beats me why. It's a little weird though, huh?" The blond proposed as they continued to walk down the gravel sewn path, one that yawned towards a house just before bending onward and thinning itself along as it raced off towards a low hanging sun and a boring looking horizon.

It was a sleepy little place, that much was for sure. It was unsuspecting, that much was an understatement. Almost so boring that it'd be inconceivable something tuned to a villain would be happening out here! Then again, Kaz was always raised with the image, fought the image, of megalomaniac man children who solely attacked in and operated within a city. The type of scum you would see on late night television for midnight hour heists, even the thugs who hold up whole stock buildings and banks just for some cheap and undefended money. So it was understandable why the blond had thoughts even before loading up for this mission, made him just a pinch more optimistic.

And then Tork asked why he had come to Japan.

The blond turned his head to look at his traveling companion, stated his answer very flately. Unlike prior instances of how he had talked, joked, this was not embellish or overtly dramatic. It was an absurdly straight laced answer, no tricks. No smoke and mirrors either.

"I wanted to get stronger. I was told that if I went to Japan I... I could. Dunno if it's come true yet, or not, I hope but... That's why I came. I'm staying for the friends I've made, yet to make. I want to become better than I am, more, so that's why I won't leave. Not yet," He nodded, his hands slightly balling up with his gloves.

He was understandably emotional when talking about this, it reminded him of how homesick he was. And maybe, just maybe, if he clenched his hands like that and ran through the motions of that answer it would pass. He hated the overwhelming pressure, desire to go home, so often he didn't dwell on it or think about his motives. He would call his mom, granted, and that would lessen the stress. And yet he stopped himself from getting his phone, dialing her, because he was with Tork right now. Making sure whatever needed to be done here would be accomplished was imperative. The multiple reasons pulling Kazama around screamed that nearly. He made a promise to call his mother after all this was said and done, the action itself loosened his fingers and he began walking again with Tork.

A second question was prompted to him and he answered. He could do little to hide the effects of the questions leading him to think about his home, what they did to him and how they worsened his mood temporarily. It was very clear, perhaps through this, that the boy was terribly homesick even now. It was true, very true, that he missed both halves of his family and would give anything to have them move over here versus being an entire world away from one another seemingly. It was selfish, maybe, to desire this.

"Yea. Archaeologist," He answered, admittedly with less energy than his prior answer.

Tork had however called him on that Eve bit, poked him in the forehead for it. Kazama's right hand rose up, focused his pointer finger to flick away torks finger playfully. Somewhat of a determined grin flaring under his mask as he admitted his reasoning.

"I said I'd call her, for sure. But it wasn't because I thought she'd beat the police. She does... I just know if she's coming you won't rough up anyone too bad. I can see that when you're talking with her, you get gentle," The blond inclined his head a bit before rising up and over to the doorway, of course he let out a cheap joke not long after to lighten the already tense mood.

Not long after came Torks knocked and shuffling behind the mouth of the door, a terrible racket similar to items hitting themselves against a thick wall before finally the structure swung open and the bare boned vision of an old man peaked through the crack of the door. His neck was thin and his skin tan, his eyes beady and his mouth turned into a permanent frown. He was scowling.

However what he said caught the blond off guard and made his alien-like mask eye go wide with realization, mirroring the eyes underneath his mask. Small details such as appearances, even parts of speech, were prey to Kaz. The rest of the interaction fell on deaf ears as the blond went over continuously what the old man had said. His large green eye only racing up to see the door slam shut not long after Tork had attempted to explain himself and get a foot, literally, in on the door. Tork yelled a bit, stepped off, personally Kazama sighed to himself as he lost the tension in his shoulders from what he expected to be a steam geyser from Torks body firing off in frustration.

He was ready to roll out of the way of that one.

The silence the blond had adopted while he was thinking was dropped as he jogged up beside Tork, turned to him and began speaking with a very low voice. Maybe it wasn't needed but the presence of eyes on his back became more and more obvious the more the two walked, it put him on edge again and led to Kaz's shoulders becoming sharp.

"They were expecting some one to ask questions-- the old man. He said something about not having to explain. The cops may have come by or maybe they were doing something that could've caused neighbors to walk down? This place is pretty open so stuff like fires or loud noises would get people worried. Get people to come over even?" The blond mused before going silent as Tork turned to the house and clicked his glasses, mumbled out data and the shocking reality of the houses two extra residents.

The blond froze before grabbing Tork by the elbow and making as if to walk with him away from the house, granted this was maybe a full 20 seconds after he had mentioned the window, the blond jerked his head down as if to tell Tork to turn away.

"Back in Cairo if you wanted to see something happen you would make sure the streets seemed empty. Its how I used to flush out the thieves from under my stairwell back home. We'll just act like we're leaving... maybe dip into the pivot fence after we're past the window. I'm not too smart... not too good with my ears... He said Wife and she could be one of those with an X-form but... why would they have some one upstairs?" The blond quietly mused aloud.

His planning habits had begun to break themselves in, seemingly. Even if it was patchwork at best, it was a start.

As they walked step by step further from the window the backdoor creaked.

The blond, at least, detached from Tork and ducked to the roots of the picket fence as he leaned back. Looked to the House's backside and motions for Tork to come over and crouch. He whispered, again.

"Still brunch huh? Is that one up near the window moving? Is the old man still in there? Gah... So much weird things... Sorry. Sorry. We just gotta be sure the cops don't get called on us for being concerned over nothing-- my gut does feel weird though. About all this. So we can stay here and watch, I'm alright with that, we just need to not get caught," The blond clarified with a closed eyed nod of his mask before that same vermilion disc swirled around to look beyond the fence.
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"I dunno 'bout weird, ya just don't look Egyptian." Tork told him with a shrug, figuring someone from there would be a bit more...tan? Not everyone looked the same of course, but the sun generally made it difficult to be of paler skin. The boy's tone change did not go unnoticed though, once he started explaining why he came to Japan. It seemed odd to Tork that Kazama had specifically mentioned that becoming better was a reason why he 'won't leave,' even though that didn't really have anything to do with his original question. Was there something or someone in particular calling him back there? Whatever it was, it didn't matter, because Kazama had made up his mind to stay, so that was that. "Ya already got stronger, ya got first place in the Sports Festival. If ya can't see that, yer bein' delusional." Tork reminded him harshly, before sighing and then smirking slightly. "That bein' said, there ain't anythin' wrong with always wantin'ta get better. It's what I do every day." It's the reason he trained his body every single day, devoted himself to long hours of studying (due to his poor retention, but that's here nor there...), and never let himself get complacent. Regarding their drives to better themselves, he and Kazama were similar. What motivated each of them was different, but the end goal was the same. At the very least, it was interesting to learn a little extra tidbits about the kid and where he came from. He definitely didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it though, which was fair. Tork always found it difficult to talk about his own family as well, so he could empathize. Leaving it alone, Tork reminded Kazama that it would be best to call the police first, not his girlfriend.

Almost immediately Tork began to burn up in his cheeks, his skin taking on a crimson red color. He had assumed he meant for Eve to come assist them or for her to scold him, but apparently it was more so a buffer for his own attitude. It's true that Tork softened up when he was around Eve specifically, but he wasn't going to outright admit that, even if there was mounds of evidence to prove it. "W-well yeah, she's my girlfriend, a'course I act a little different. I'm my own man, though." Tork proclaimed, pointing his thumb to his chest with a defiant expression. This brought out his tough guy exterior even more, almost feeling like he was being challenged. This led to the confrontation with the old man, which had not exactly gone as planned. After backing away and noticing some weird figures thanks to his Thermo-Shades, Tork walked away from the farm house with Kazama and explained the situation. Following the fellow blond behind the picket fence, Tork ducked down low, squatting in the grass and trying to keep an eye on the house. From their position, they were off a ways, a bit more toward the side of the house. This allowed them to see the front and back of it, along with the two individuals who exited from the backdoor. They were walking away, back toward a barn that was behind their pasture. It was difficult to make out completely, but Tork could see their shapes pretty easily thanks to the shades. "It's...a bigger guy, like real big, and an older lady. Probably the geezer's wife? He's leadin' her by the arm. I didn't see either'a them before though, probably 'cause my shades can't see through walls. They ain't x-ray. I can only see direct line'a sight or through windows." Tork informed him, humming lowly to himself in thought as well. "That means the other three I mentioned before're still in the house." At this point, the situation was definitely a job better suited for the police or some pro hero.

Pulling out his phone, Tork checked it only to curse under his breath. "There ain't no signal...I could'a sworn I was gettin' somethin' earlier..." He complained with furrowed eyebrows, letting out an annoyed grunt as he put it away. Looking back up, the delinquent was confused as he noticed the figure that had been standing in the second story had moved, still on the second floor but now standing at the window closest to the side of the house that was facing where Tork and Kazama were hiding. They were a ways off and behind a picket fence, but the position they were in didn't sit well with Tork. It even looked like they were...holding something? The realization hit him and Tork dove at Kazama, knocking them both to the right as a shot rang out. There was no telling if the sniper had been aiming for Tork and Kazama specifically, but it was certain that the bullet would've hit one of them, considering how closely the bullet whizzed by them. They had been noticed and whoever it was didn't take kindly to their presence. "Come on out and make this easy, you don't want nobody getting hurt, riiiiight?!" A feminine voice called out mockingly to them. Specific features were hard to make out from their vantage point, but Tork could confirm that it was indeed one of the x-forms that he had seen before. A chicken...rooster of some sort? There were feathers coming off her head, at least. The Rancid Rooster was male and had a much more grating voice, so Tork could confirm that it wasn't him, but the idea that they might be associate made his blood already begin to boil.
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"Well, to be fair all people of arabic descent have fare skin, do now anyway. Way back when people used to toy with the fact that those of noble blood had the more pale skin, olive and in some cases like alabaster or marble. History isn't my thing... never really looked into it. Only know it because of Sandra, her and mom were big time fans of debunking or reinforcing century old guesses. One of them would do all the book work and the rest would do the leg work, they were... a really good team. Hahaha," The blond gave a bit of a strained laugh under his mask, he was shaking when he mentioned the name Sandra and there was little consolation in revisiting such an old and dear name other than making his sense of longing for home all that more severe.

He was reminded of how badly he missed his second family, how he just wanted to talk to them in person versus over the phone. Hug them, eat with them, listen to their stories with all the wacky gestures they made and faces to accompany stories about the districts bazaar. He even wanted to hear the complaints from the young ones about school, echoes of his own groaning when he was forced to endure the Egyptian school system.

Curiously it wasn't much different than college, from what the blond had heard. Both did a lot of oral teaching, college outside of a mostly second world and partially first world country seemed to use more rarer materials like up to date books and projector screens, just to name a few.

It didn't sadden the blond, when he saw that. It put wonder into his heart, made him that much more curious of the world outside his home.

His heart was still heavy however.

The weight in his chest did waver ever so slightly when Tork found the time to comment on Kazama's statement about not being strong enough. To most, maybe, it wouldn't make sense if they didn't have likeminded goals that mirrored on the reflection side. Kaz didn't want to leave Japan because of the bonds here and originally had come here because he wanted to get the title of hero and in the process become a better and stronger sort of character to inspire others and help support those he loved. He also wanted to get confidence in himself, dispel his sea of worry through a mere title.

Some days he questioned whether a title would do all that, used to he didn't. They weren't serious questions, yet.

So the blond had no trouble answering Tork. The issue was the boys clear lack of the ability to express what his heart and body were saying, Kaz just perpetually had his foot in his mouth and would find ways to skew even the most basic of sentences. He couldn't make them sincere unless in a very specific kind of bind, made him talk a whole other language to most.

"Not as strong as I'd like... I... That festival left me with a few more questions then when I got started," It was like bleach to a colorful shirt, he sounded exhausted by the conclusion of that and then feel eerily silent behind his bandaged mask.

Tork hit a nerve, it appears. Twice.


"More? Hm... probably just my imagination, coulda' sworn you said less. Whatever. If this really does look patchy I'll try for something. We have our phones and I doubt the people inside can really stop a dial-- the villain was a rooster with... what weapons? Hm... I'll just go out on a limb and say they aren't too bright," The vermilion eye swiveled away from Tork to look inward at the picket fences contents to get a good look at whoever was walking.

However Torks eventual comment on phones not working did make the blonds heart jump a few beats, his right gloved hand even searched through his pocket in an attempt to double check this, that green eye of his looking downward to put emphasis on his right hand sheathed in his jackets pocket, the jingling of coins rubbing against metal was the soundtrack for this nerve wracking moment.

And then came the low hum, whistling, of air being split by a fast moving projectile. Kazama knew the sound well, his heart didn't skip beats, it stopped dead in his chest as he quickly looked up from his pocket and stared ahead at the grey spot of a bullet going towards him. The world was in slow motion as the kid tried to react, think, but he was paralyzed by the fact if he dove out of the way how would he protect Tork from the shot aside from grabbing him and using his speed? Should he go fast? Should he risk hurting tork to save tork?

The answer came in the form of a rough shove onto the grass, one which Kazama already set himself up against the moment hands arrested him from his brief pause. His heart hammered, his senses went into overdrive as survival instincts kicked in, his thoughts became more clear and the background static of doubt and heart ache was washed away in a flood.

"Tork! Tense up!" Kaz yelled, his head screamed at him to move and he wasn't going to leave a friend behind let alone hurt them in a rescue.

A rare moment of crisis allowed him clarity and the trust towards the kettle of a backstreet warrior.

He dove for Tork, grabbed onto him and then let his quirk do the rest as he did his best to tug both of them up and into the air, like a restrained and awkward jump. For Tork, who probably wasn't accustomed to moving as quick if not quicker as the top hero, his ears would be ringing and his throat would hurt from the brief vacuum of air, the light would be a bit uneven and pained, the break being that from where they were to where they were now was shaded.

Kazama had jumped and aimed them nearest to the porch and has just made it near the door.

The suited teen rushed to his feet and offered Tork his hand, masked face turning towards the door and then back to his friend.

"Breaking down the door?" He asked.

"Breaking down the door," He clarified with a firm nod and scowl of his green eye.

He was charging towards the door in an effort to bring it down and prevent harm from the person inside, likely would charge outside to do the same. His worry of the sniper had faded.


From when Kazama jumped the effect was that the whole of the house was rocked by the sound of a miniature sonic boom that happened a total of two times, next was the horrifying effect of gravel being picked up in the force of such speed. The sniper, if she was close to a window, would get the pleasure of having small rocks flung at speeds quick enough to make them disappear, most of the upper floor windows were peppered with such unintentional destruction. This was on top of the horrendous amount of golden light that had flashed out with the arrival of such fast speeds from a kid so young, golden lights danced in bolts and orbs where the duo had once been and where they were now.

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"Well yeah, like I said, didn't seem 'em before since I can't see through walls. " Tork reminded Kazama when he pointed out the inconsistency. "The Rancid Rooster probably ain't that bright, since he was just a guy who walked into places and blew 'em up, but he's avoided capture this long, so I guess he's done somethin' right. Also, he uses stuff like guns, tactical gear, and especially bombs from what I've seen. I dunno if it's part of a quirk or just the shit he's got on 'em though." Obviously being an X-Form rooster was one of his quirks, but it's possible he has others as well. Tork had met people before with two quirks, so it was certainly possible. There were stranger things out there, after all. There was no way Tork could go in there blindly. He'd be putting more than just himself in danger. The fact that his phone had no connection as well was troubling. While it made sense for there to be poor connection out in the countryside, it was more than that. He had connection up until a few minutes ago. That meant that they were somehow blocking the signals. Quirk? A device? This was just another question that Tork didn't have time to consider.

It was soon after this that they were suddenly fire upon. Tork was only lucky he noticed the shooter beforehand thanks to his shades. Otherwise, one of them definitely would've gotten shot. Tork's reaction time and movements were not anywhere near fast enough to compete with a speeding sniper bullet. Tackling Kazama out of the way, the bullet missed both of them, although a second shot would surely be coming their way in a moment. A feminine voice taunted them, which came from the window where the sniper was. She was giving them the opportunity to surrender themselves, though he doubted they'd be met with anything other than a sniper shot to their skulls. Kazama seemingly had a plan though, so Tork tensed himself up as instructed. Normally he'd make a comment about having been commanded to do something, since that was not something he tended to like, but this was not the situation to complain or worry about such a thing like pride. In almost the blink of an eye, Kazama and Tork borderline teleported over to the front porch of the house. Tork's ears were ringing, he was coughing, and his eyes hurt a bit from all the light. It was a bit too much for him to handle at once, so he needed to get his barrings.

At the same time, the woman on the second floor had yelled an obscenity of some kind, taken by surprise thanks to the flashes of light and the peppering of gravel that followed Kazama's movements. The gravel collided with the walls and windows of the right side of the second story, smashing windows and causing a general ruckus. "What in the hell was that?!"

Still a bit dazed, Tork only barely caught Kazama's question and then declaration before he did it. "Woah, wait, hold on, don't-!" It was too late, since Kazama was already breaking down the door. Tork was about to warn him against it. During his internship, Tork had learned a bit about the best practices when breaching a location or room. You never did it blindly and you always had a plan when going in. Currently, Kazama was breaking both those rules. This moment proved the importance of that, because as soon as Kazama broke down the door, multiple audible ka-chink sounds could be heard. It would be a somewhat alien noise to both the teens, but as soon as they fell, Tork's eyes widened. Breaking the door had set off a trap, one that released a plethora of live grenades onto the floor of the entrance. There was no time to count how many. "Damn it!" Without any time to consider his options, Tork charged in by activating his Nitro Jet, grabbing Kazama and then the door, swinging the door behind both of them and making it face toward where the grenades were. Tork leaped over the kitchen table that was there as well and knocked it over, hoping it would act as an extra buffer. They all went off, erupting into explosions and decimating the front of the house. Both boys were sent flying into the opposite wall of that room, and while the door certainly protected them from the initial blast, it was still powerful enough to injure the two of them. Tork could handle the heat and even made sure to put himself in front of Kazama to make sure he got the brunt of it, but the force of the grenades still harmed his back. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but his body ached as he slow stood up. Tork was about to ask if Kazama was okay, but it was obvious upon looking at him. He didn't seem to have suffered any major injuries overall, but he was out like a light. Even though Tork tried to shield him from the explosions, but the impact of colliding with the wall head-first had knocked Kazama out cold. "I'll get us outta this...somehow."



If Tork was being completely honest with him, he was scared. Tork got himself in over his head thanks to his obsession with helping take down Rancid Rooster. As much as he claimed and told himself that he had done all this to simply get some information about the Rancid Rooster to give the police a good lead...Tork really had been hoping there was more to this, deep down. Seeing all those people burning alive and dying back in that bombing incident still plagued Tork and he wanted nothing more than to be able to bring down the Rancid Rooster...make it up to those people he couldn't save. Now, however, he was in a horrible situation all by himself. Kazama was knocked out, there were at least three villains here, and there was no telling yet if the elderly couple were hostages or accomplices. There was so much going on and even though Tork had grown stronger and even a bit smarter, he just couldn't do it alone. He regretted not telling Eve about what he was doing, that he was doing this investigation. His girlfriend cared a great deal about him, so it was obvious she would try to stop him. Now, here he was in a crisis where only one other person knew of his whereabouts...but Tork had specifically told her not to come. For now, Tork had to assume he was alone. Grabbing Kazama, Tork picked him up over his shoulder and slowly moved over to a nearby closet where he could hopefully think for a few seconds in peace. Think...think! I've gotten outta crazy situations before, right? That's why OSS chose me, this is what they prepared me for! But...where do I even start? Tork closed the closet doors and sat there, racking his brain for any kind of ideas. He was much better when just going off of his instincts, but now that Kazama was in danger, there were potential hostages, and he was all alone...going in gung-ho wasn't an option. One misstep had taken out Kazama, so Tork couldn't afford to make a brash decision.

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'This is definitely a bad idea. A terrible idea, actually.'

Thoughts like that went through Hiroko's mind as she sat inside the bus, restless and unsettled. She'd received the message not long ago, really. The information conveyed in it was simple. Tork had said when he was going to investigate the farm that might be related to the Rancid Rooster bombings. It was only natural he'd inform Hiroko of this, as the girl had assisted him in gathering the information in the first place. She was already connected to the situation, invested in the outcome.

But that certainly didn't excuse her current actions.

Tork had assured Hiroko that he'd have things entirely under control, seemingly completely confident that he'd be able to handle whatever came his way during the investigation. And Hiroko believed him, truly. Her extraordinarily positive view of Tork meant she had complete and utter faith in him. That wasn't to say she was entirely content with sitting idly by, though. Rather, she felt oddly uneasy just waiting for news back from him. That feeling built up, leading to her next action.

Maybe it was just the mounting stress of the upcoming exams. Maybe it was desperation to prove herself capable of aiding heroes. Maybe it was just an impulsive decision based on a gut feeling. Or perhaps it was a combination of all three that had Hiroko heading out to the same farm herself, completely unannounced. Even though Tork had specifically told her not to. At first, she'd figured that'd be OK, maybe surprising Tork with her presence would impress him as it displayed her diligence. That initial feeling faded though, as she begun to consider the actual consequences of her actions.

The short haired girl sighed as she got off the bus at her stop her thoughts still deeply conflicting. As much as she disliked the idea of being scolded for coming along against his requests, the idea of just standing by and doing nothing felt, rather inexplicably, like the worse option. Despite her doubts, she continued on towards the farm, having gotten the route there mostly memorized over the past week. She figured Tork would already be there by now, probably having taken the bus before hers or getting there by some other method of transport.

Another feeling swirling around within her was guilt. She didn't like that she was going against what Tork, someone she admired and respected, had told her to do. Although that guilt wasn't enough to stop her from following her own gut feelings, it did lead her to at least try and notify Tork that she was coming. Unfortunately, none of her messages seemed to get through... Which struck her as odd. Sure, the signal out here definitely wasn't the best, but it still worked. She wasn't sure what it meant, but this new finding only worsened the unease she felt.

By that point she was jogging towards the farm, her mind still a bit muddled and conflicted. She'd initially been sure her actions were correct, believing that helping someone even after they'd said not to was still the right thing to do. She was less sure about that now, fearing that she might just end up getting in the way. But there was one thing she was certain of.

She simply couldn't just do nothing when the chance to help someone presented itself.




It was only a mile, but Hiroko was getting somewhat tired by the time she spotted the farm, and the house that obviously served as the primary living quarters for whoever worked or lived there. Being the city girl she was, Hiroko hadn't actually seen a proper farm in person before, but from what she knew she could pretty safely say that this particular property was what she was looking for.

By that point, she was already painting and working up a sweat, yet continuing her approach regardless. As she did, she spotted a pair of figures outside the house. When she noticed them, her pace slowed down somewhat, as a realization hit her. Just close enough to see the people outside the house, Hiroko hoped at that moment that they wouldn't notice her.

She'd been completely wrong in coming here. There was a Tork, alongside another figure that Hiroko could only assume was a friend or ally of his, probably someone much more qualified to help out than she was. They appeared to be stealthily surveying the house, perhaps scoping it out. She stopped in her tracks, unsure of what to do next. Should she just approach them, and tell them she came to help? Or would that only get in there way, and was she better off just leaving then and there? Hiroko didn't know if she should've stayed or gone, feeling like there'd be trouble either way.

She pondered on that for a few more moments before all her thoughts came to a halt as a much more immediate problem presented itself. It came in the form of an incredibly loud and very distinctive sound. A gunshot.

Hiroko experienced a moment of paralysis from the shock, before she quickly hit the ground, laying there on her stomach as the panic set in. Even though she'd never heard it the actual thing before, she was certain that was a gunshot. Meaning someone here was armed and very likely dangerous. Meaning she, a 3rd-year junior high student. had just stumbled across a very dangerous situation. Her thoughts from before seemed to have been confirmed: This had been a very bad idea.

'Holy shit... What am I doing here... I need to get out, right? Then why...'

The girl wondered to herself as she began crawling forward, in the direction of the house. She was relying on her own impulses at that point, completely unable to think straight. Why then, had those impluses lead her to move towards the danger? She wasn't quite sure why she did it, but could guess. It was because of Tork, and the other figure who'd been with him. They might very well be in danger.

And Hiroko was simply incapable of standing by while someone's life was at risk, even if she doubted she could do much to help.

The next moment, her ears were ringing. She wasn't quite sure what she'd just heard, only that it was very, very loud. And it had been accompanied by an exceedingly bright flash of light. Peering up from the grass she'd been crawling through, Hiroko noticed a fair amount of gravel and other small debris peppering one of the windows of the house, followed by a very pissed off voice coming from that same location. That must've been the sniper, she thought. Using the opportunity, she advanced more quickly towards the house, keeping an eye out for Tork and the other figure. She spotted them eventually, just by the front porch of the house, but a moment before they ended up charging inside.

Hiroko's options were very limited, and she definitely wasn't in the best mental state to evaluate her choices appropriately. She was panting heavily, looking around rapidly. Survival instinct was kicking in, and she eventually decided her best choice would be to follow Tork and his friend inside, to stick by those who she trusted, in hopes they'd all make it out alive. She decided to take a wider berth around, to avoid any other gunmen, leading her a bit of distance from the front of the house when it happened.

She'd half stood up to try and speed up her approach, only to be thrown back to the floor by a blast of force. Chaos ensued, and all Hiroko knew as she hit the ground was that she was in pain. Things would've been a lot worse if she'd been closer though. By the time the destructive forces had diminished, the ringing in Hiroko's ears was even worse than before. Surprisingly, she found herself thinking a little more clearly. Or rather, simply. Things had stopped making sense, and right now she could barely acknowledge how she felt about the situation. All she could do was move, and listen to that primal instinct to survive.

She slowly picked herself up from the ground, letting out an odd whine of pain as some of her more prominent injuries made themselves known. She'd been pelted with debris, some of it sharp, leaving a pair of stinging and blood-covered cuts on her torso. One at the right side of her waist, the other going from her navel to just under her breast. They weren't deep enough to pose an immediate problem, but they'd definitely leave scars. Aside from that, there was an assortment of bruises all over her, and her ears were still ringing from the three ear-piercing sounds she'd heard already. The gunshot, the sonic boom, and now all the explosions.

Her body continued to scream out as she hurriedly made her way over to what remained over to what remained of the house, scanning around for any sign of Tork with her good eye. Dread began to set in as she found herself unable to locate him. She forced herself not to think that the worst could've happened. It couldn't have, right? People as strong as Tork wouldn't die to something like this?

As she walked into what remained of the house, Hiroko stumbled through it a bit before finding a decent sized piece of cover within the remains of the house. She collapsed behind hit, panting as she tried desperately to collect her thoughts. Which was difficult with her ears still ringing. She quickly decided on a simple course of action to begin with: Find Tork.

Placing her hand on the ground, she focused as much as she could, activating her Quirk with her will. 5 identical copies of Hiroko would be formed out of the house's floor, taking her shape perfectly. They were identical to her, in almost every way, except the materials comprising them. Though, they did look considerably less injured than Hiroko. As they stood up after being created, the looked down at Hiroko, nodding at her. When created, they shared Hiroko's goals at that time, meaning their current aim was 'Find Tork'.

They'd carefully begin searching around the immediate area for any sign of the boy, while Hiroko lay in wait. But the girl didn't think it was enough. She let out a desperate cry, one which she barely heard because of her temporarily damaged hearing.

"TORK! ARE YOU THERE? IT'S HIROKO! ARE YOU OKAY!?"




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Tork had been in a slight panic and lost in his own thoughts, so it caught him off-guard when he heard Hiroko's voice call out to him. It brought him back to his senses as he shoved his way out of the closet, leaving the unconscious Kazama there for the time being. Surprisingly enough, when Tork emerged, the first thing he saw wasn't Hiroko herself, but one of her clones. This one appeared to be made of wood, likely from the debris. Looking around at his surroundings, it was pretty obvious the house was pretty structurally unsound right now, but it was still standing. The only part destroyed was the front entrance and part of the second floor that had been directly above where the front door had been. The grenades were powerful, but their explosion radius was relatively small. Tork was about to request the clone to take him to her, but Hiroko wasn't that hard to spot since she was basically standing out in the open nearby where the grenades had gone off. "What're ya doin' just standin' 'round here, ya numbskull!" Tork scolded her in a hushed tone, grabbed her arm and pulling her closer to the nearest wall. His eyes darted from side to side as he remained silent for a few moments, listening and watching for any movements. Once he was fairly confident they were okay for the time being, Tork focused his attention abck on Hiroko again. "I...I thought I told ya not'ta come." He scolded her once more, although this time his voice sounded almost grateful despite the words that came out of his mouth, and his face contorted somewhat as he tried his best to contain his emotions. Always an open book, as much as he hated it. "Well...I guess I can respect that rebellious attitude. I wouldn't'ta listen'ta me neither." He told her with a chuckle, using his thumb to reach underneath his shades to wipe away something that definitely wasn't tears.

"A-anyway, we got a situation. There's an elderly couple here and three X-Forms from what I got a look at earlier, thanks to my Thermo Shades. I know two are outside and one is on the second floor, but other than that I..." Tork was about to continue with his detailing of the situation, when it dawned on him what he had just said. Someone was still upstairs, more likely than not. They might've been caught up in the blast, but it was better to assume they were still out and about. Before Tork could consider this any longer, a shrill voice called out from outside. "HAAAAAWKE?! DON'T TELL ME YOU BECAME COOKED CHICKEN TENDIE ALREADY!!" The voice that screeched this out toward the house did not get a response, although Tork's right hand curled into a fist and began to steam as his blood boiled. That name was immediately recognizable as the Rancid Rooster. It turned out he was here...but for what purpose? "I know you kiddies are in there, so just come on out now! We got two hostages and we ain't afraid to kill 'em! Poor farmers, don'tchu care about their lives, hm?! I sure as hell don't! Ah-HA, haHAAA! " Tork let out a grunt at hearing this, fearing that their options were limited for the time being. Also just listening to his annoying voice was a pain in the ass all on its own. Sitting here in the house wouldn't do them or the hostages much good, especially not if that rooster was as impatient as he sounded, so Tork motioned for Hiroko to follow him outside through the back door. "Have yer clones circle around us, if ya can. We don't wanna get shot the moment we walk outta here." Tork requested and explained as he waited for her response, then stepped out. While Tork had plenty of confidence in his own quirk, it wasn't great as far as defense was concerned. He could heat things up and fight back with fire, yes, but if a bullet or another grenade came their way, Tork knew that fire would do little to combat that. They were at a disadvantage, so they were just going to have to work their way out of it. Maybe there was even a non-violent way out of this, although in all honesty, Tork highly doubted that.

Once outside, Tork and Hiroko would be met with the sight of the Rancid Rooster and someone who appeared to be his accomplice, made obvious by the fact that he had the elderly couple in his clutches, each of them restrained by a different arm. This pig man was quite large, dwarfing both students and the Rancid Rooster by at least a foot.
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Hiroko had been in a similar mental state to Tork when he'd found her clone. Her mind was still trying to make sense of what was happening, trying to figure out what exactly she was supposed to do. Never before had Hiroko found herself in such a precarious situation. Sure, she was no stranger to the theories of combat, being a well trained martial artist, but there was a massive gap between sparring and facing a true life and death situation. Panic and fear still gripped her as she waited for her clones to find Tork, desperately hoping he was still there, praying that there was someone here that could guide her through this dire situation. She struggled not to drift off into pessimistic thoughts, like what would happen if she died here. Though, she did manage to amuse herself a bit, when she realized one of the first concerns that popped in her head was missing a date she'd planned not long from then. She was definitely not thinking straight.

Her doubts would vanish once she heard a hushed but familiar voice. Hiroko didn't quite pick up what he said, on account of her hearing still recovering, but the sound of his voice was still enough to instill hope in Hiroko. She turned to where Tork was approaching with an expression of surprise and relief, only for it to be overshadowed by a wince of pain as he grabbed her by her arm, putting some slight but uncomfortable pressure on a few of her fresh bruises. "T-Tork, you're okay!" was all she said in exasperation as she too hid behind the nearest wall. She did, admittedly, shed a few joyful tears at seeing the older boy alive and by her side, but they would've hardly been noticeable mixed in with all the sweat she'd built up already.

"Y-Yeah, you did say that... But I just... I couldn't just do nothing... Sorry..." was Hiroko's apology and reasoning once Tork spoke up again. Her hearing was recovering by this point, allowing her to hear him clearly enough to understand. She tried to give sheepish smile at him, as part of her awkward apology but noticed that he didn't seem all that angry. Rather, he seemed to be... Grateful? It baffled Hiroko, how her presence could possibly make him anything but angry. She'd gone against his words, after all, and now she might just be getting in the way.

Which made her even more surprised when Tork said he respected her ‘rebellious attitude’. That alone was praise enough coming from someone she respected so much. But combined with his casual chuckle and somewhat softer look, it almost brought her to tears again. With a better understanding of how Tork was feeling, it made her realize something. She’d actually done the right thing by going there. That was a relief. She couldn’t quite find the words to express how much better that made her feel, so just chuckled along with Tork for a moment.

It was back to the situation at hand shortly after. With her head in a better place, and by the side of someone as strong as Tork, she felt much more capable. As foreign as this situation was to her, she’d definitely get out of this, as long as she had his help. Hiroko nodded along as Tork explained the situation, only for him to stop suddenly. Figuring he’d realized or noticed something, the dark haired girl was about to speak up when a shrill voice suddenly screeched from outside. Hiroko was confused for but a moment, before noticing the clear anger that had arisen in Tork. ”That’s him, isn’t it? Hiroko whispered, looking stern and a bit frustrated herself. The villain that had terrorised her hometown was here. And she knew they’d have to stop him. It wouldn’t an easy task, though, as he apparently had hostages with him. It was rare to find Hiroko genuinely pissed off, but the Rancid Rooster’s villainy and annoying voice had her feeling pretty damn angry.

She noticed Tork motion her to come outside and didn’t hesitate to follow him, signalling her own clones to also come along. As inexperienced as she was in hero work, she at least knew that the hostages were their first concern. Tork asked Hiroko to have her clones protect, to which the young girl nodded firmly. While she wouldn’t say that defence was her quirk’s specialty, it was certainly a possibility. ”Right, I’ll have them on guard.” Hiroko replied, before turning to her clones. ”Well, you heard him…” She told them, to which she received her own set of firm nods.

The 5 clones would form a circle around Tork and Hiroko as they walked outside, looking on guard and on edge as they kept an eye out for any sudden movements by the barnyard villains. Hiroko recognised the Rancid Rooster from what she’d read in the public records, but not his companion. The big pig also had the hostages with him too. It wasn’t difficult to understand the gravity of the situation. The X-form villains had leverage over the heroes-in-training.

”I can make more clones from a distance, if we need to do that…” Hiroko whispered off the side to Tork, letting him know what her capabilities were in this situation. Something told her the negotiations wouldn’t go smoothly.




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Perhaps he had been a little too rough with her, pulling Hiroko forcefully toward the wall in fear of villains that might be watching them. He hadn't been thinking of any fresh wounds she may have acquired as well, but there wasn't time for that. He was concerned for their lives, as well as the lives of the potential hostages. He was equally happy to see Hiroko there, though he still kept up his tough-guy front as he semi-scolded her for not listening to him. The thug did have to praise her tenacity, since a rebellious spirit was something Tork always appreciated in a person. The girl apologized for coming, but thanks to Tork's tone and encouraging words she understood that he was truly grateful. They both chuckled for a moment, although the levity was immediately gone when they were singled out by the Rancid Rooster.

"Damn right that's him..." Tork informed her through grit teeth, seething with anger that boiled in his blood. He took a few deep breathes though, not wanting to do anything brash. Not yet at least. Hiroko confirmed that she could have the clones protect them in a defensive circle as they walked out to meet the Rancid Rooster. "Good, just be on yer toes." He warned with a stern nod of his own before heading out.

Once they were out in the open, Tork nodded to Hiroko once more, acknowledging that he had heard her statement regarding the range of her quirk. So the clones could be created at a distance huh? That could prove useful for sure. Maybe not in this very moment, but there was a time and place for everything.

The Rancid Rooster looked at them with a wide grin, fiddling with the assault rifle in his hands. "Interesting trick, but it doesn't matter. If you don't put those clones down and make this real easy, then I'll just kill the hostages first! Don't want that do ya?!" The Rooster screeched with more laughter, before being interrupted by his companion. "But I thought you said we weren't gonna kill 'em..." The big dopey pigman reminded him with a confused tone. "That WAS the plan, but now these kids found us. Can't just let them leave, can we?! You wanna go back to being just a piece of meat, Pork Chop?!" The Rooster asked angrily, slapping the pig against his flappy left arm.

"No...I don't..." The man referred to as Pork Chop replied dejectedly, when the elderly man held under one of his arms spoke up. "Wilbur, you were our pet, we never thought of you that way!" He reassured the pig man, making him look even more conflicted. "He's LYING. Wilbur was your FOOD NAME. He wanted to serve us chickens as YUMMY TENDIES FOR HUMANS, HE'D DO THE SAME TO YOU." The Rancid Rooster screeched at him, when suddenly one of the clones behind Tork and Hiroko suddenly had their head explode.

"Damn it, got in the way." A familiar feminine voice said from above them, back in one of the open windows on the second story of the house. It appeared to be a chicken x-form sporting a Mohawk hairstyle and toting a sniper rifle. "Hawke, careful where ya shoot that thing!" The Rancid Rooster scolded her, since some of the debris from the clone's head had been sent his way. "Hey I almost had 'em, maybe YOU should shut up and actually do something." Hawke replied accusingly, narrowing her eyes at him. Taking this squabbling as a distraction to take advantage of, Tork began to produce heat in the direction of the three villains. While it was mostly invisible to the eye, the air refracting would become noticeable, as would the side effects that came with such heat. All three villains began to sweat profusely and suddenly looked exhausted, even a bit sick.

"H-hey, what's goin o-?" The Rooster was about to ask, before Tork leapt into action and interrupted him. "Oko, protect the hostages!" Tork commanded her as he charged at Pork Chop and let loose a jab with his right fist that was strengthen by a burst of steam released from his elbow. The punch went directly to his enlarged gut, making the pig man yelp in pain and release his hold on the elderly couple as he clutched his stomach. The reaction times of the villains were now significantly slower thanks to experiencing heat stroke, but it wouldn't take long for them to fight back. "Get them to the barn!"

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Hiroko had stuck close by Tork throughout the ordeal, almost afraid to leave his side. She was utterly terrified by the events unfolding around her, so all she could think to do was to stand by someone she trusted. There was no way she would've made it out alive otherwise. She, a middle schooler, was facing off against dangerous and dastardly villains. Armed villains. With guns that could kill you in a heartbeat and explosives that could decimate a house.

There were no two ways about it. Without Tork, Hiroko would be in serious trouble. And perhaps vice versa. So it was fortunate they'd found one another, and that Tork had overall supported Hiroko's decision to turn up to the farm. After that brief heartfelt moment, they'd heard the Rancid Rooster from outside. Tork confirmed that it was him, and much like Hiroko was not pleased to hear him. It was almost a miracle the two impulsive teens managed to keep their cool around the despicable villain.

After something of a plan devised, with Hiroko's clones forming a defensive wall around her and Tork, the two went outside to face the Rancid Rooster and his associate, in hopes of dealing with what was now a hostage situation. Hiroko tried her hardest not to tremble as they stood there, out in the open, with nothing they could call an advantage.

Not to mention the fact that the Rancid Rooster was armed, and there was still one sniper unaccounted for. The guns scared Hiroko more than anything else. Any other kind of weapon and she might've had some idea on how to deal with it. But a gun?Even the strongest of martial artists didn't have a fully reliable method of disarming an opponent that wielded one. So to Hiroko, there was no weapon scarier.

Her fear only grew more intense when the Rancid Rooster actually spoke up. If he was to be believed, if Hiroko didn't put her clones down, they were going to kill the hostages. Panic gripped Hiroko's heart, and she almost released the clones on impulse. Her first thought was to save the hostages at all costs, but she quickly realizes that decision wasn't something she should make on her own.

"Sh-Should I-" Hiroko began to stutter to Tork before the big pig spoke up. He seemed to be confused about what his associate had suggested, leading the two to begin arguing.

Now Hiroko was confused too, as her already addled mind tried to piece together what she was hearing. Pork Chop, AKA Wilbur, used to be the farmer's pet? So he wasn't human? Were he and the Rancid Rooster not actually X-Forms? It was difficult to think once the Rooster started screeching, and Hiroko's train of thought came to a grinding halt when another booming sound rang out.

She'd never heard a gun in real life before today, but she was starting to get used to what the really sounded like.

Hiroko almost jumped out of her skin as one of her clones exploded, scattering debris at the Rancid Rooster. It seemed that the sniper from before was still a threat, and one that had a decent line of sight on Hiroko and Tork. Were it not for the older boy being there, Hiroko may well have broken down from all the panic. The dread that had started to set in as the Rancid Rooster and 'Hawke' argued was quickly dissipated when Hiroko noticed the refracted air.

Only one person there could produce that level of heat. Although the villains seemed confused by what was happening, Hiroko was quick to catch on to what was happening Tork was planning something. The steam-punk leaped into action, telling Hiroko exactly what she needed to do whilst the older boy took care of Pork Chop.

"I'M ON IT!" Hiroko shouted in reply, her voice a little strained by her continued fear, but also filled with vigor. Her fear was still there, and it may well have crippled her, but her desire to survive and protect the hostages was far stronger than the terror she still faced.

'C'mon c'mon... I need speed... Use that one...' Hiroko's bullet train of thought sped on, trying to stay focused in spite of her panic and impulse. She knew she needed to be quick, and fortunately, she had just the thing for that. Hands would form on the ground Hiroko ran on, pushing her feet as she stepped, leading her to land on more pre-placed hands and continuing that cycle. These hands also supported her clones, boosting the 5 of them towards the elderly couple.

"STAY IN FRONT OF US!" She'd yell as she got to them, putting a hand on either farmer's shoulder and urging them forward toward the barn. They too would find their movements supported by Hiroko's "handholds", with Hiroko's clones just behind the three them to protect from any attacks.

Hiroko would try to get them to the barn as quickly as possible, but couldn't help but look back to make sure Tork was doing alright fighting the villains. She felt he could handle them, but definitely didn't want to take the risk.

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Tork also noticed the odd conversation started by the large pig man, but he didn't have time to think about it right now. His main concern was getting them out of this situation and at least creating an opening. Thankfully, he had done just that after using Heat Stroke. All three of the villains began to look exhausted and winded, even a bit nauseous from all the heat. After punching Pork Chop in the stomach, Tork was both relieved and happy to see Hiroko had followed up without hesitation. She and her clones were rushing the elderly couple toward the barn, with the extra 'helping hands' pushing/pulling them along.

As that was going on, Tork turned and tackled the Rancid Rooster to the ground, wrestling him for the assault rifle in his arms. Despite dealing with his fatigue, the rooster still had a surprising amount of strength left. For Tork, this next minute or so were going to be crucial. The effects of Heat Stroke wouldn't last forever, so the sooner the villains were dealt with, the better. At the very least, Tork wanted to disarm them. Without their superior weapons, fighting them would be much more of a reasonable possibility.

Hawke took aim from her vantage point, but it was proving difficult due to both Rancid and Tork rolling against the ground. That, and with Tork knowing where the sniper was positioned, he was doing his best to keep the Rancid Rooster in the way. "Keep 'em still, I can't get a good shot!" Exasperated, the rooster screeched back, although sounding a bit out of breath. "Just...go follow the old meatbags and that kid! You too, Pork Chop! Don't let them get away!" Hawke grumbled to herself after hearing this order, deftly leaping down to the ground from the window she had perched herself in. The pig man simply nodded and began making his way toward the barn, with Hawke just behind. Hiroko, the clones, and the elderly farmers would get to the barn first, but they would only have about thirty seconds to prepare before the two villains were upon them. The red itsbarnelf was pretty unremarkable, having the standard wide doors, multiple stalls, and plenty of hay. It was also two-story, although the area above was fairly limited.

Now that the Rancid Rooster had waved off his henchmen, Tork knew he was on an even shorter timeline. He trusted Hiroko to keep the couple safe, but he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. That being said, he also couldn't underestimate the rooster, considering all the horrid things he had been able to accomplish. "First let's take away yer toy!" Tork exclaimed with a grunt as his right hand began to glow red hot and clamped around the middle of the rifle. It didn't take long for that part of the gun to melt and give in, collapsing into two broken pieces. The parts themselves had also gotten super-heated because of Tork's hand, so the Rancid Rooster screeched in pain and let go of them. "REEEOUCH! I'll cook you before you cook me!" He declared, and Tork soon saw why he said this. Pulling out a live grenade from his jacket, the Rancid Rooster dropped it at their feet. Immediately, Tork went with his instinct and kicked it away. While this put some distance between them, this one was a frag grenade. Neither Tork nor the villainous rooster were caught in the blast, but the resulting shrapnel was sent their way. Due to taking the time to kick it away and the explosion going off so quickly, Tork couldn't dodge the incoming fragments. One piece bounced off the metal chassis thankfully, although he was hit by another one that tore at the left side of his abdomen. Buckling over, Tork put a hand to the wound, trying to keep the blood from flowing. He had an idea, but he knew he would hate it. Already crying out in pain, it was only about to get louder as Tork used his searing hand to cauterize the wound. "RAAAAAARGH, HOLY HELL!"

It was probably smart that he stopped the bleeding for now, but he was in agony at the moment. Comparatively, the Rancid Rooster was completely fine, having used a blackened cape of some sort as cover. Somehow it had shielded him from the resulting fragments, meaning it was made of a durable material. Tork hadn't noticed it before, but it was possible that the rooster had all sorts of tactical gear in that vest of his. Slowly rising from his kneeling position, Tork stared ahead at the villain as he considered his next move and also tried to deal with the pain. That one instance just now proved that a single misstep could mean his life.

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