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|| Current Year & Season: Spring of 427 || Based on Eyewitness accounts and the absolute state of denial the Freedom Pirates find themselves in, they have now confirmed that Lucy, after a years' investigation, died of her terminal condition. Information was gained by WISH's Chief of Staff of the CDC, Mr. Beckman. || Abyssal has decided to hang up her cape after the news of Lucy's death and entrusts her lineage to a hopeful young one, Sub-Zero. Reporters asked a few newer members about Abyssal's retirement and they gave mixed responses.|| “I ain’t going back to Elysium for no damn reward. Fuckers insane.” - Newest Vitality Member, Big Smoke. No extra information was given to explain his ranting. ||


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Topic Started: May 7 2018, 12:09 AM (519 Views)
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The jet flew over the ocean at an insane speed, passing over high waves and creatures of the deep, much like its twin had days prior, but this time it held only one occupant instead of a whole team. WISH had taken a thorough beating, both in the terms of the physical and in terms of the media at large after the colossal failure that was Vitality's attack on the island nation... which was exactly why they wouldn't be expecting yet another envoy to their corner of the globe.

A video screen slowly lowered before the ship's soul occupant, a man with a dastardly grin and short hair appearing before the hero within, smoothing back his tiny lock as he cleared his throat and then opened with, "Yo! I guess introductions are in order! I'm Benjamin Beckman, Chief of the Collateral Damage & Causalities Department of WISH! Don't let the fancy title get in the way of us being friends though! Just want you to know that the top brass have been and will be keeping an eye on you!" Moving back in his chair, Benjamin maintained his grin as he folded his legs and clasped his hands together, looking straight at the camera as he said, "Now then, um, Anubis I believe it is! I have to apologize for how quickly this all had to be put together, but surprise attacks are our best bet of giving this maniac what's coming to him! We want to keep the objectives for you simple this time, cause we really overreached with our last mission, which is why we're keeping it to a one man team as well! Your goal is to find Mercutio, kill him, and head back to the ship! I know it sounds like a heavy task, but keep in mind he'll still be licking his wounds after that last fight."

The man paused, looking as if he'd forgotten something important and was struggling to remember it. Like a flash, the man's face lit up, snapping his fingers in revelation before his mouth turned into an "o" shape and he continued, "Oh, and if you can, save Abyssal and Huntress, but they're not your main objective! Ignore all the small fries and get rid of the Crimson Fucker, like a cool assassin! You've shown some real credence for getting the job done in a very... particular fashion, so we hope to see more of the same today! Best of luck!"

There was a short fizzle before the screen went dark once more, retreating back into the cieling, leaving its sole occupant alone with the autopilot for the remainder of the journey while a few hundred miles North, Benjamin leaned back into his chair with his hands behind his head, awaiting the results. If the mission was a success, no more Mercutio and if it was a failure, another hero's death to turn even more hatred towards him, a total win-win!

The ship landed with a start, not that far off from its predecessors landing spot, the door dropping slowly to reveal Elysium's newest opponent.
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Jackson sat back in his seat, arms and legs crossed as the jet traveled across the oceans towards what had become a sort of warzone for heroes of all shapes and sizes, himself most likely included in that. He was fresh off the boat in terms of licenses, but he'd hazard a guess that he'd been picked out for this sort of job due to a... less than spotless record and views when it came to dealing with villains. The teen had been gaming to start his killing spree of the evil as soon as possible, but he'd avoided targets like Mercutio for a simple reason: His death was inevitable. The big targets were the ones the guys with catchphrases and shiny suits were gunning for, they'd be struck down by one means or another. Jackson preferred to hunt down the quieter more seedy types, the ones most heroes forgot about, but it seemed the teen wouldn't be getting his way that day.

The hint to go after Mercutio in return for his license was a tad blatant, so he supposed turning the offer down would have been a bad move if he wanted to really cut loose without punishment. He supposed going in like this, on his own, was for the better anyway, given the chance to not only show off all on his own, but was also free of worry about teammates and coordination made this a great op for the lone wolf... still, this was Mercutio... and something about all this felt at least a little bit off...

The screen dropped down before the silver-haired teen, taken aback by the man's attitude regarding the whole situation. He seemed to be treating this all as a minor inconvenience when they'd just lost practically an entire hero office to the shores of a villain nation, Jackson figured the home office would be a bit more... well, worried.

"Doesn't matter, I'll get the job done," came the teen's curt reply to the suddenness of the mission, figuring it a smart move indeed to both surprise Mercutio and strike him while he was healing... even if the teen secretly wanted to fight the man in his top shape and see where he stood.

The more the man talked, the more uneasy Jackson grew about him. Assassination? Saving two heroes was only a worry on the side? Was this all they thought he was capable of, was this how desperate WISH had become? ...or was this what being a hero for WISH meant? Whatever the answer, the call ended, leaving a bad taste in Jackson's mouth as he continued the ride in the silent plane. Questions slowly began to appear in the teen's head, namely why they didn't just bombard the island with a group of top heroes. Hell, he was still a world leader, didn't diplomacy make more sense for all this stuff?



There was no time for answers it seemed, the teen getting off his butt as the small jet jostled on landing, Jackson stepping down the ramp as he was greeted with sunlight and the sounds of waves. Clad in his armor, the teen gazed about, finding a scarred battlefield before him stricken with scorch marks, dishevled sand and blood all around. Sure as hell didn't look like the aftermath of anything heroic... though he supposed he didn't look all that heroic at times either, making him just the fit for this job.

Stepping onto the sand, the teen walked a small ways, figuring his meeting with either and islander or the Crimson Fucker himself was imminent... doubts slowly starting to form in his head over a few things, specifically how one would justify the damaged building in the distance if all the fighting took place on the beach. He supposed some talking was in order... damn.

"Oi! Mercutio! You've got a visitor!"


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Mercutio held his forehead in hand as he stared blankly into the depths of his tea cup as he idly jostled the cup side to side with his quirk to move the liquid about. A manga he was breaking from reading drifted in air next to him as he lazily sat in thought over the last few days. Smoke plumed like that from a chimney as he smoked heavily on his joint he rolled the morning prior. With the battle over and the war only beginning now it was hard to think of what to do next, where to turn and where or who to go to but Mercutio has always made his own way, no matter how many unmovable objects line his path.

The man sat on the roof of Kame House wearing his Luffy cosplay as it was far to warm to wear his Sanji get-up when it was scorching outside. "I had to pick somewhere that was always sunny why again?" he asked himself. It was Fall, yet the warmth was still burning with the same temperatures summer brought in. With very few winds blowing through the section of ocean in question, it made the climate a bit hard to bare at times, but the was by design. Constant discomfort keeps one from become complacent.

Stress. Stress was building as the self-proclaimed Symbol of Peace, Leader of his own Nation, moved forward and expanded the land he already had. After the attack, the weariness most of the common people held for Mercutio rapidly faded as he saw him defend them. It wasn't that he did what he said he would; it was not that he was succeeded nor that his fight saved lives, but that he was knowingly fighting someone who he thought countered him. It was the fact that Mercutio stood, unshaken, in the face of death boldly declared his vow to live on for the others around him that made him go from the terrifying figure with indomitable power to the man he actually was wishing them to see him as: their Hero. Generally, those around still held their reserves but the general consensus was that Mercutio-senpai would do anything for the public of his homeland and therefore the unconditional love he showed them out of the burden of responsibility began to reciprocate. Even still... the failures in his past lay with him in his mind no matter how much congratulations he is given. It was only over a year later that Mercutio finally can feel comfortable with what happened and isn't considering himself worthless of life... Sonomi being capable of stopping him...Sonomi taking away his quirk not only awoke the crippled little boy, but also put him on his ass... it sat him down and gave him a lesson. He wasn't strong enough... and it was his inability to attain his end goal that cause the African Elections incident... not Sonomi, Oni nor Gjoll or even those on stage. It was Mercutio's lack of will and lack of control that created it all. In hindsight, WISH would of used him as a scapegoat inevitably, but Mercutio feared WW4. Mercutio feared something greater than a blow back purely on himself and that was a mistake he would never make again. Logic helped him clear his guilty conscious and knowing his true intentions on that day would have to be enough to keep his mind at ease.

...However.




Ever since that day, Merc and all have only grown closer and gotten better and stronger since. Him and those around him were rapidly evolving and growing. What was, at first, thought to be an error in judgement became something much more for them all. Misfortune had brought people who would have never met together and in the end created a scenario to help all of those whom previously were put out of reach of their goals and dreams. Even before, when they were thought to be 'blessed' with avenues to walk down such as money or politically-correct power, in the end it couldn't hold as much as a candle to Mercutio's capabilities. You can't change the past, but Mercutio knew he could ensure a more perfect future for them all. This became his new goal ahead of his own personal one, to see each of his loved ones dreams fulfilled.

An ashtray full of joints and a trash can full of tea bags later, and Mercutio's attention was pulled to a speeding object that held a single, semi-familiar soul. Based on the speed of the craft, it was WISH without a doubt, but with a single person aboard... 'Afraid of collateral damage, eh?' he chuckled to himself, 'I see they sent something stronger than Vitality had... getting smarter I see. If only they attempted to go after Oni as much as they did me... maybe they thought it would be an easy win for them.' he thought but finishing the train of thought out loud, "Guess they thought I wouldn't be as much trouble as I am" he giggled to himself but began to choke as he saw them not do a drive-by drop off, but actually land their ship on the sandy shores of Elyisum.

"I know you.. from somewhere." he asked himself out loud as the doors opened and Jackson, in his Anubis gear, walked out.

It was only when he spoke that Mercutio realized it and he picked up conversation as if Jackson already was speaking with him, "You watched me turn a Dragon Clut Leader into jello, yet you still allow WISH to lead you like cattle to slaughter? Foolishness isn't bravery, especially when you are on the wrong side of history." he mentioned calmly as the Hero that stood before him called out. "Jackson... Jackson Game." he said, staring him in his eyes right through the mask that concealed his face. "User of an unknown quirk that manifests intelligent flames. Graduate of U.A as of this year. How many months have you had your license? Did you see Rory at the Exam? How did he do?" he went on question before going far off on a tangent. As soon as he was able to, he focused back on what was before him. Assuming Jackson to be surprised, Mercutio added in, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." he smirked as his aura began to glow just a meter or so away from him, filling the air before the expansion spread like wildfire throughout a 400 meter radial range.

"Did they not already tell you?" he asked curiously, pausing for effect. " I sent Vitality back home in pieces.. and yet you still come here? Why?" he asked curiously and wondered if Jackson was someone who'd be the one Mercutio was searching for. Pepper to his Kull's salt. 'This is you biggest choice you've ever made, you better weigh the tension of the moment in that question before answering.' he thought to himself as he waited for Jackson to make his move. "Ball is in your Court, and I'll tell you now; I'm not really in the mood to play... I got a few manga to catch up on and you are cutting into that free time." he said with a tone more serious than any he held previously as he pulled a paper-bound comic from underneath his straw hat and flipped it open. "

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Jackson's yell bounced around the back of the island for a bit, the teen growing uneasy as he stood on the beach. He was in the lion's den now, and he doubted a call for help would get him anywhere, so he needed to play this right. Calling Mercutio out probably wasn't the smartest of moves he supposed, but at the very least it would probably be ballsy enough to get an audience with the leader. It also looked like the silver-haired teen wouldn't have to wait long for his adversary to show himself, the Crimson Fucker stating right off the bat that he knew Jackson.

For a moment, the teen was shocked, growing only moreso as Mercutio listed off his powers and abilities as if there were a file on the boy right then and there before the world leader. The more the man talked, the further the teen's unease grew, wondering how Mercutio was able to recognize him after their small but fateful meeting. Oh yes, he'd encountered Mercutio in a bar for villains during some investigation into Sugar Rampage. At the time, he'd just assumed the man was a run of the mill bad guy who'd had his fun for the night... he'd been proven very wrong.

After having his own name rattled off, the teen gave a sigh, figuring the get up pointless for the time being and he was getting hot under the tropical sun. With a tug, the helmet came off, the boy's red and black eyes peering into Mercutio's with knitted eyebrows. For a moment, Jackson simply glared before a small smirk came upon his features, holding the helmet under one hand the boy retrieved a familiar, red candy with the other as he replied, "Yeah, I remember... Probably would have gotten kicked out of UA if I'd been found out... who knows what would've gone down if I let you actually trace this thing." Tucking the candy back in its place, Jackson returned to staring the man down, declaring, "I also remember what you did to Kull down to the last crunch... Come to think of it, there's a bunch of people in that room that became big wigs in all the wrong circles. I'm not exactly a small fry myself though."

It looked like Mercutio was aiming to make some small talk on top of his list of details on the boy, including his lesser known secondary quirk... this was starting to push his buttons, but he needed to keep a cool head. Even if he managed to get passed... whatever Mercutio was doing with his mind reading, there was still a whole island behind him. He needed to play along for a while, holding back some tension as he declared, "Yeah, I saw him, but we didn't exactly bond during the test. I got a pretty strong suggestion to come here, and I wouldn't be surprised if they told him the same."

The red mist was in the air, and Jackson plopped his helmet back on out of instinct, thinking they were going to start, only to see that Mercutio was still aiming to talk... well, moreso demand answers. The silver-haired fighter relaxed his stance, weighing the man before him for a few moments, mulling over his next step and the steps thereafter, the leader of Elysium pulling out some manga as he awaited the teen's reply.

He supposed then, that this was it... a point of no return, so to speak. He wondered what a younger, stupider version of him would have done. Probably punch Mercutio in the face as he threw out a one-liner... would have been more fun than his own next plan.

"I know exactly what happened with Vitality, it was a massacre, through and through," Jackson declared, nearing the raven-haired man, figuring his arms crossed was a sign that he wasn't aiming to throw fists just yet. "And like I said, they hinted at this mission, no one forced me here... because when it comes down to it the spandex, the limelight, the cats stuck in trees and the big world enders aren't what I'm suited for. I wanna rip any villain I come across in half, especially the ones that hide around in the dark and think they're safe." An arm's length from the man, Jackson stood his ground, figuring it best to see this through now that he'd started off, bulky teen paused, making sure he was making himself clear. He didn't want to come off as a maniac after all.

"Spectrum, Vitality, OSS, all of 'em have their spot in the sunlight, but there needs to be someone taking care of the people they miss... but I can only do that when WISH isn't screwing itself over."



With a sigh, Jackson clenched his fists before letting his left hand drop and bringing his right forward, explaining, "I don't know what your real story is anymore these days, not after all the stuff I've heard. Even legends have a limit. But I do figure we both know this: Something is very wrong with WISH... and you might be the only one with the resources to give them their wake up call. I figure I can give you a starting point in exchange for something: I wanna see where I stand against Abyssal."

He didn't know if Mercutio was going to pull his mind reading stunt again, so the only hope the boy really had of circumventing it was with the guess of focusing on something else: Seeing just how strong he was at the big kid's table.

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Jackson clenched his fists and spoke with a calm demeanor. "I don't know what your real story is anymore these days, not after all the stuff I've heard. Even legends have a limit. But I do figure we both know this: Something is very wrong with WISH... and you might be the only one with the resources to give them their wake up call. I figure I can give you a starting point in exchange for something: I wanna see where I stand against Abyssal." These words peaked Mercutio's interest and stoked an old flame he use to champion... his love of fighting.



Mercutio's eyes didn't widen, but only narrowed in line with his furrowed brow and ever tightening glare. 'Well, it seems he wants to be the strongest as well. Now if I could just get the why..? He doesn't seem to trust WISH which is good, but there is something just underneath the surface.'

"So, before I strike you down from your persistence... answer me this; why do you wish to be the strongest? If it's with pure intentions I suggest you leave in order to continue perusing that goal. The only out come you'll find here is death and disfigurement." he said as he gauged the look in the eye of the young Mr. Game. Mercutio felt the aura radiating off him and his intent was clear and fear wasn't something Mercutio could create within him like he could the others.

'Finally...' he thought in a moment of ecstasy, 'Someone possibly worth of the title Hero. Didn't think U.A could put another good one out after the first three graduated.' he thought, referencing Eve, Ezra and Tork. The class of U.A students he met and helped in the Heroics Exams. 'W.I.S.H is helping me create balance without even knowing it. My presences is creating drive for others to become stronger... to become better heroes... finally...' he continued internally, satisfied. 'Maybe there is hope in stopping Oni and cutting out the cancerous corruption of WISH.'

With a smile, "Actually, I don't need to know any more, I've made up my mind, though there is something you should be aware of." he explained as his voice grew more intense.

"I was told my whole life I was nothing." he insisted as another page of his Black Clover manga flipped, Mercutio still reading. "I've had to work 150% just to have as much as everyone else and pushed my self beyond my limits each and every day to grow as strong as I have." As he spoke, sand rose around him and Jackson as the crimson surrounding shaded darker and darker to conceal the outside of viewing what would be happening within the crimson haze. The sounds of static electricity building and miss-firing began to fill the air with it's electronic symphony as the air grew noticeably hotter. "I was given nothing and made it all for myself." he continued as the metallic objects in the area began to take flight and rotated around the two men without pattern in an erratic pull of sporadically spiking gravitation. The metallic objects on Jackson's body, his helmet if it wasn't held tightly and anything not held down to well would join the pins, coins and other random objects that whirl-pooled around. I didn't have my family, but in fact they were used against me. I didn't have a soul that called me friend when I first got here. I was a no one with absolutely nothing, with a nothing quirk." Colors began to change randomly throughout the entire light spectrum as lightning flashed every color of the rainbow. The well-stage light show vibrantly illuminated the area they found themselves in as it all tightened in little by little. "Now I am the second or third most wanted man in the world." he added as classical music filled the air, gently hitting everyone's ears as the sound waves fluctuated under his whim. With a snap of his fingers, the ground under them would snap to ice as the air would fall unbearably cold as it bit at ever inch of bare skin as the ground and air itself shook while a physical pressure built up around them.



"So, let's see who's strongest, hmm? An orphaned Otaku with everything to lose or U.A's newest, boldest and brightest with everything to gain?" he said as his body disappeared from the area and he filled it further with a thick, pluming smoke that clung to everything like a foggy mist. "Spiraling Crimson Uber Round Dance: Infinite Step Style" would be said as he embraced the teachings of Minato-senpai. The words would be heard behind Jackson as Anubis's negative motives sensing would finally pick up on Mercutio. A punch was aimed into the small of the young Hero's back, but Mercutio's strike was calculated. The distance he would need to out stretch his arm was short and short for a reason. Mercutio himself was rather close to Jackson body when he appeared thanks to the use of his mist as a conduit for Mercutio teleportation ability.. however as soon as movement on Jackson part would be noticed, Mercutio would appear on the side opposing the moment and lead with another strike. No matter it be a miss or a successful strike he would again move at 60 degree intervals as he attempted to assault Jackson with a barrage of blows. While his strikes were fast enough to appear like each hand was swinging, Mercutio was only using his dominate arm. The Crimson King may have only been fighting with one arm, but this was second nature to him at this point when one considered how much stronger he had become since those days when he actually was one-handed. This would be a great assessment of where he had come and of Jackson Game's ability.. that and he simply couldn't pull himself away from his reading. As he continued on the teleportation based assault, Mercutio read through the chapter he was on and fell in love with the name of an combo attack done by two of his favorite character's and stole it, naming that which he was doing after it with a bit of his own flare to it.

"Crimson Mirror: Bloody Brigade!" he muttered softly as he waited to see what Jackson would do knowing full well that he only got stronger from this point on. If Mercutio remembered correctly, Jackson had an ability with fire, but it also was capable of elevating his physical power. This was why Mercutio felt it right to push himself this far, especially after seeing how far Gjoll had come, the concern Mercutio held for Quirks with physical prowess only grew. With a strained concentration, not wanting to stop reading, he tried as best as he could to not only constantly consume the energy he was manipulating to teleport himself, but refill, reuse and recycle at high enough speeds that it appeared seamless in motion.

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It looked like Jackson's hand wasn't going to be taken, the teen frowning somewhat as Mercutio spoke, figuring the man would have jumped at the chance for a deal like this. Had he guessed wrong and the man didn't even care about revenge? Or was he thinking the teen wasn't even worth his time? Whatever the case, he seemed a lot more interested on that manga than the opponent before him, the silver-haired teen wondering if a sneak attack would gain the man's attention... no he was being goaded, he needed to stay on track. If all else failed, he had a back-up, but for now he needed to play it smart.

When Mercutio did speak, he seemed intrigued to know Jackson's reason for wanting to get stronger, stating that if it was pure he was best leave as there was only death or disfigurement for him on the island. He supposed that was fair, but on the other hand...

"Like I said, I want to get stronger to tear apart every damn villain on this planet... but I'm also going to get stronger so that everything I care about will be safe from everything, all of it... and I don't care if I get hurt." The boy paused, clenching his fists and gathering himself as he spread his feet some. It looked like he was getting close to his fight after all. "And I'm not going to get any stronger sitting on my hands, so like hell a few broken bones are gonna scare me."

The air saw a sudden shift, Mercutio starting to fiddle with the electronics and metals in the area in a display of power, Jackson once again surprised by the variety available to the man's quirk. Still, he didn't budge, tucking down on his helmet as the man spoke, beads beginning to form on the teen's forehead. He supposed he might have been a bit out of his depth here, but it didn't matter anymore, not when he'd come so far. This was supposedly the best the world had to offer, and if he pulled back now, he'd have spent all those years training and preparing for nothing. If he couldn't make Mercutio put down that damned book, then what was his worth.



With the world around them calming down, the bulky teen stared down the man before him a final time, before the smallest of chuckles escaped his lips. It looked like he was getting his fight after all.

"If we're trading backstories, then let's not hold back," Jackson exclaimed, spreading his arms and claws, an array of dark red flame forming up and down his arms as stated, "I was an outcast from the second I was born, and while I wasn't exactly born with nothing, I sure as hell didn't have a family. But beyond the bullying and loneliness..." The bulk on the boy's body jumped to near twice-fold as he increased his strength, sections of armor expanding and moving apart to compensate. "I've been a failure at every turn. I got into UA because of someone else, and every time I get involved in a fight, someone else gets hurt cause of how stupid I am... But not this time. It's just the Crimson Fucker and the Symbol of Pain!"

Mercutio's movement was instantaneous, finding a hit on the small of his back that knocked him forward, yet he stood still. His fire... it was working but just so. He was sure Mercutio was evil, so it should have blocked it all no problem.

The boy had no time to ponder this, however, as the attacks suddenly came from his side, the teen putting up a block as best he could as Mercutio rattled off one attack after another. He was fast, way too fast, the teen couldn't even figure out where he was through all the punches. He needed to gain distance, surprise Mercutio with one of his back up moves... but if he stopped blocking, he'd have to risk it with his fire again. Mercutio had killed people all around the globe and caused so much havoc, so why did his fire feel like it was wavering? Was simply making a deal with the man having some effect?

"Crimson Mirror: Bloody Brigade!"

There, while he was distracted.

Taking his licks, the boy handled the blows as best he could, feeling the dents in his armor as he kicked off the ground with his increased strength and launched himself into the air. He needed to get a lock on Mercutio, and with the heat signature his energy was giving off, his helmet would be a great help. Even if the man managed to follow him into the air, Jackson just needed a few seconds to collect himself before going all out, having hoped to make the first move in the fight.

Still, was it odd to think that in a battle with the devil, one could have fun?

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As he attempted to continue the onslaught he felt the strain in his bones that was becoming all too familiar. It would seem he hadn't had enough time to full recuperate from his battle with Abyssal, Vitality and Tsukiko. The mist faded, but Mercutio was more than confident in his decisions as he took a pause. Jackson made his move away from him quickly, not to bothered by the light amount of strikes dealt to him. "So, you wanna be my Vegeta, eh?" he asked, but his words sounding much more like a statement than a question. A collective standstill washed over them. Critical thinking tended to be Mercutio strong suit, but he was also one to jump to conclusions. Be it as it may, his internal thoughts began to make him sick. 'Bastards, you sent me a lamb. What is this, a test?'



"They sent you to slaughter." he warned angrily. A noticeable pattern began to present itself within each of WISH recent actions, 'They found someone wanting to prove themselves and knew he would be blinded by his motivations. Whether or not they are telling the world accurate or inaccurate information, he seems to know enough and yet still stands against me. I wonder if they sweetened the deal with that jet or suit or something...' he thought as he analyszed every inch of Jackson's body within the suit he wore in search of a weakness. "Even with anger in his heart, he isn't a twisted little fuck like the others out there... I have to break him, without breaking him. If he was speaking in truth and was a 'failure' I doubt I will be able to get him to leave within anything short of death.' Silent calculations were being made while his hands shaded maroon in color, muddied by some sort of unseen doing by Mercutio. The Crimson King closed his manga now and slipped it away behind his back within the safety of his waistband.

"You wanna feel the strength of someone capable of saving the world?" he asked as the fluctuating gravitation grew stronger and stronger. In a sort of dance, Mercutio twirled and twisted as he swung his arms around and concealed himself behind a thick layer of sand from the ground below. Rubble from buildings previously befallen took flight and fell into an erratic orbit within the vicinity of both the "Heroes". "You think you are a Symbol, but being talked into challenging me with as weak as you are means you are nothing more than a sucker." he said and finished speaking as he would take Jackson by surprise most likely once again, "Learn to fight without tools or allies," he said as raised high into the air himself a few meters away from Jackson, "...fight blind with your arms tied..." but continued high above the village below and casually moved their battle away from the center point of the rebuilding efforts of Hiko, "... and if you live, maybe you'll learn what I already understand..."

Mercutio made sure their was plenty of space between the two of them as he held the maroon energy in his palm in front of his own center of mass. Mercutio was known to play fourth-dimensional chess and this showed it. The glowing rapidly turned black as winds blew in from every direction as though the orb like mass was a vacuuming force, and in fact it was. It was a pin-point of gravitational energy created by Mercutio and outside the range of anything that would be damaged. Water, sand, debris, rocks and coral rushed high into the air and crushed into itself, mixing violently in air like a tornado and the force was a strong enough that Mercutio had to hold his hat down, but instead of worry in the face of his monstrous creation, he smiled and laughed as he was stripped naked despite the straw hat he clung to with dire grip.

"Feel the power you seek to achieve." he encouraged with a wave of his hand, screaming over the sound of the gusting wind. With a snap of his fingers, blood would trickle from Mercutio nose but he and Jackson would be in very different places. Having been over a hundred meters away prior. "Try and fight back." Jackson would now find himself in the place of Mercutio and feeling the indomitable pull of Mercutio attack draw him in as he could see Mercutio standing in air where Jackson was once placed.

With a chuckle, Mercutio reached under his straw hat costume piece and pulled out a different manga of a card game and began to read as Mercutio began to move the orb without rising his eyes up from the pages of his comic.

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A few sharks rose into the air from the water and Mercutio managed to push them back out to sea. "Exodia..." Mercutio said calmly as he stared Jackson in the face from a decent distance away, "OBLITERATE!" finished as he threw his arm downward. 'Nah, not as cool as Yugi.' he huffed disappointed as he sent the orb hurtling for the coast where Mercutio aimed to place the shipyard. Calm thought in the dead-heat of battle was hard to achieve, but was more valuable than any form of physical training.

The orb would be hurtled towards the ground and due to where Mercutio aimed the blast, Project: Chimera aka Oars would be woken/made aware of fighting and make his way over.

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He'd managed it, if only just. Some space between him and Mercutio was a godsend, giving the teen some time to find the man on the beach. Once again, Jackson found himself outclassed in terms of speed, and for a moment his hand wavered over his set of items, wondering if now was the right time to use them. A spurt of speed might give the teen an edge in this fight... but he relented, instead sticking his arm upwards, beginning to form a ball of fire larger than his own body. It would be risky throwing something so big from so far away, but it was worth a shot. He needed to act while he could still see the man.

Grunting, thinking over Mercutio's words, the teen readied his attack as gravity slowly started to pull him back down, declaring to the man on the beach, "I'm not some random kid roped into this! I came here on my own! I got the license! And I'm taking you down!" Threat delivered, the teen reared his arm back fully, seeing the man still more interested in his manga than the fight at hand... then Mercutio put it away and the teen figured almost immediately something was up. Raising one hand much like Jackson, the crimson-drenched leader slowly gathered up a ball of energy, once again effecting the gravitational pull of the area. Only this time, it wasn't for show, a mass of red mixed with debris filling up next to the man's side.

And then he started to fly.

Jackson swore, instantly cancelling the flames on his arms and directing them towards the ball of fire in his hand, Mercutio's blows not something he enjoyed taking, but they looked a mile better than that red orb. However, the more Mercutio talked, the angrier the silver-haired fighter grew, not happy being looked down upon as they fought. He'd damn well challenged the man to a brawl, and now he wasn't fighting right? He was weak?! He'd stood up to enough villains in the passed to earn his skills, pushed through so much to get to where he was... this wasn't going to stand!

"Shut up and burn!" The teen commanded, firing off his ball of red fire at the- air. Mercutio wasn't there anymore, only blue skies, the ocean and a ball of red to his right.

Turning around, the teen swore he saw the man grin behind the glare of crimson, holding down his hat as he said, ""Feel the power you seek to achieve... Try to fight back." From there, Jackson couldn't make out the man's words, thrusting his hands against the ball in a panic, gritting his teeth as he felt like he'd just touched a hot stove, his gloves burned clean through as he was pelted by a mess of objects great and small. The teen had little time to even gather his thoughts, however, as the ball abruptly tackled him, Jackson getting the wind knocked out of him as he was tossed aside and towards the harbor, hollering in pain as he was sent careening through the air. There was another impact after that, one that could be heard for miles, but Jackson's hearing had blanked out during that time. It hurt too much, everywhere.

The teen's vision was swimming, the ringing in his ears was persistent to the degree of insanity and his chest was on fire. Pulling himself out of the fresh crater, Jackson's fist collided with the sand, the boy coughing up blood. His hands were bare, his entire upper body was. The teen's armor had taken the brunt of the attack, but at a fair cost. Jackson was left with only his leg bracers still on, and portions of his under body suit, his items still fortunately safe... but that wasn't his focus. The burning in his chest, the feeling of fighting off heat, gravity and the damn kitchen sink had done a number on him, wondering if he'd been hit by something like that before

The smart move would have been to give up.



"...is that all?..." Jackson questioned, spitting a swath of blood from his mouth, staring daggers back up at Mercutio before digging himself out of the crater. Heaving a few breaths, the teen struggled to keep his muscles taut, pushing through the pain as he stated at the ground and hung his arms, continuing, "A piss-poor attack and telling me I should go it alone? You don't seem to be getting it just yet... Nothing you throw at me is gonna make me back down. Nothing you've got is gonna scare me. I didn't come here to make friends or make rivals... I came here to make a deal..."

The boy threw his head back, tightening his fists, readying his own onslaught before declaring, "AND TO KICK YOUR ASS! HAAAAAAA!!!" A bevy of heavy blows followed, the teen using pockets of air as his weapon, firing off blast after blast at the man in the sky, seeing only red as he gave it his all. He'd gotten the manga put away, so he supposed a proper next goal was landing a hit that knocked the grin off his face.

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A silver-haired girl walked in step with the hobbling of a crutch ridden boy. She looked to him with a smile,

"You are getting so good with your crutches Nii-saaaaan!" the young girl said with a hop and jump next to the slightly older male she walked with. A smile was returned to her and he opened his mouth to speak only to be pushed over in a stampede of another. "Ni--" "It's fine, I'm fine. Not like they meant to shove me, hmm?" he reassured as he attempt to pull his center of gravity under him again and a choir of laughter filled his ears. An aura of crimson fire burned around him hearing the chattering as he grew to anger rather quickly, but kept his tongue tame. "Eh, awkward laughter is how people deal with things sometimes, Imoto-chan." he reassured, but was quickly cut off.

"Oi, oi, oi. You always are with that sister of yours? What, do you have a sister complex or something?"

"Nii-san.. it's okay." Mia tried to say as Mercutio's anger registered clearly across his face as a soft twitching pinched at his skin just under his eye. Mercutio quirk expanded around him in a far smaller area of effect than he had under control now, and even before he comprehended what his quirk did, his willful anger and anxiety-driven protectiveness not only fueled him, but made him the man he was. "She probably wants a real man anyway, you know, one with legs and a cock that wor-" the boy started before the wind was torn right out of his chest.

As if being carried by grace itself, Mercutio pushed off the ground with his left crutch, planting his right crutch hard into one of the boys chest. With a leap and to the sound of crunching bones, Mercutio swayed and swung his body and used his upper body strength to twirl his legs in a circle about his body to kick the rest of the little vulgar bastards in the face... however, Mercutio didn't have a quirk and the overwhelming numbers quickly conquered Mercutio aggression, rage and skill. The group of boys kicked away Mercutio's crutches and all seemed to be heading south as Mercutio called out to Mia to get their parents, but she was frozen in place. "MIA PLEASE. I NEED YOUR HELP!" he screamed as he ate foot after foot to the face and punch after knee to the gut. In the tension of the situation Mia began to scream and that scream unknowingly activate her quirk.

Having unknowingly sealed her Brother's hand with her quirk, she activated the seal in her fear and Italian-blood fueled rage and young Mercutio was given a taste of the power he dreamed of. It wasn't till later on that Mercutio realized it wasn't Mia's quirk at all that gave him those abilities, but she was more of a power supply to fuel what could be.

In the end, crimson filled the streets and blinded those in the small little village outside of Osaka and it was the fact Mercutio and Mia left those boys in a pile on the street that created their need to move to Tokyo. In hindsight, Mercutio may try and blame himself for his Mother's entrapment by the Yakuza, but that was a tale for another time but an obsession none the less.




"Talking... is over." he mumbled as he wiped the blood from his nose and mouth with his left and made a fist with his right. Without hesitation, Mercutio closed the distance between the two of them as Jackson dealt with Mercutio gravitational technique all the while he used it as a buff to himself. Allowing the pulling force to draw on him, he allowed the energy to propel him forward at greater and greater speeds as he kick, spun and twirled toward Jackson rooted body. His dominate hand extended its pointer finger in Jackson's direction and began to glow. "..sounds like you make bad deals, boy." he growled with a tone that dared him to continue. " I already have told you; you aren't strong enough. Persisting will lead to grave injury, or death. Continue with caution."



The pounding of several tons of mass began to shake the ground beneath them as Oars body grew larger and larger in the distance as he neared them.

"Wi--" mumbling as he cut himself off in thought, 'No, Mercutio... not Wither.'

"Understand the full-force of my Morality." he screamed as he charged his technique, "Comprehend what lies between good and evil; that which everyone has thought of as grey, the depth which surpasses black and white, darkness and light." he explained with a bellow,

"Crimson, the true Grey." he howled from behind the delivering end of his Spirit Gun that focused on Jackson. "Crimson Morality, a Balance found in the Grey."

It seemed to be a battle of ideology against the overall desire to be more than what you were told to be... 'If only I got to you first, maybe this would be different and I wouldn't need to posture so much.' Mercutio contemplated. Jackson seemed to move with a swiftness that drew a bit of awe from Mercutio. 'Kid runs pretty fast after taking the hit he did from the hit he was, impressive.' As he awaited the incoming attack, but he was surprised that the young man deviled in air pressure too. Unsure whether it was his quirk or not didn't matter, Mercutio wanted to feel the power that was packed within this shot and readied himself to brace the impact, standing on the air as though it were the ground.

The attack hit him and sent Mercutio off his feet, flying backwards in air as a bit more blood came out of his mouth, but a smile curling his lips all the way his right hand's glow growing brighter and enshrouding the entirety of his hand. 'Was expecting him to pack that much force... no matter, I have omni-directional movement and awareness, I'll let the tumbling of that impact bait him in... I just shouldn't take very many of those.'

Mercutio's grin faded as he waited for Jackson's approach as he slowly regained "control" over his spinning.

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"Just get the damn demon out here already!" Came a bellow from outside the window of the small boy's room, a far younger Jackson huddled in a corner, covering his ears.

"He's not a demon, he's a boy and he's very sorry... please everyone just calm down..." The voice was his father's it was apologetic as usual, making no defense of his son in any way. Was he not even going to ask what Jackson was in trouble for? What he was accused of? Yeah, an angry crowd was scary and all, but he was his dad! He was supposed to keep him safe and protected, no matter what! If he kept on like this... he was just going to keep getting blamed!

"Steven..." Jackson knew that voice, eyes going wide with fear as he recognized the timber of the village's mayor, the deed he'd done clearly something beyond a simple mistake this time. "He hit a boy near through a wall with that arm of his. I know his condition has been tough on you all but... well, unless he gets sorted out..." The man's voice was even and more quiet, but he could still hear the crowd causing a ruckus... it wasn't his fault! Mineta had been saying such horrible stuff about his mom and dad, and he was just supposed to let him?! To stay back and let them go on! He hadn't meant to hit so hard, he'd just...

A soft hand greeted Jackson's, the frightened and sobbing child looking up to see that his mother had followed him to the attic. For a moment she smiled, attempting to calm her son, but broke down into tears not long after, pulling her surprised and confused son in closer, coddling him as Steven Game attempted to calm the crowd down outside, little ground being made with the group of fear-stricken village-goers. All the while, Yuri Game held her son, whispering apologies in between breaths... but for what the boy had yet to find out, and he doubted he ever would.

Maybe if he'd held back and hid away his anger, things could have turned out for the better. If only he'd been strong enough...




There was a moment before the attack moved that Mercutio appeared next to him, declaring he made some bad deals and that he simply wasn't strong enough, again warning him of the worst possible outcomes, Jackson gritting his teeth in anger and fury as he pressed against the attack, turning to the man and grunting out, "I can... take more than this! The... the only way I'm not strong enough... is if I do die!" And then, the teen was sent off, losing the top half of his armor and scoring some nasty damage on his chest. Yet, the teen continued, oblivious of the approaching giant, and he created a relentless assault of his own while Mercutio began to charge something... He couldn't risk another hit like that, not with his armor gone and his body screaming out in pain. The next chance he had, he needed to push through and deliver the finishing blow.

There! While Mercutio was taunting, Jackson managed a blow that knocked the man off his feet. He had one chance at this...



"Two minutes..." The boy thought, reaching to his side and picking out a yellow candy, gasping for air while had the chance. "After that much damage, I can hold it for two minutes... it'll have to be enough..." having caught his breath, the teen paused a moment, a small smirk on his features as his body hung low in preparation for what came next. Looking Mercutio in the eyes, the silver-haired demon stated in a surprisingly cold tone, "I guess you're right about one thing... I do make some pretty bad deals..." Jackson tossed the candy into his mouth, dark smoke starting to pour from his eyes as he shifted his glance to the sand below, flicking the candy into his mouth. "But I've made ones with worse devils than you..."

The teen chewed down on the yellow morsel, the air around him taking on a new tone as the boy pushed his power beyond its reasonable limits. The technique was painful to pull off, but the results couldn't be denied, the boy's already immense musculature increasing dramatically by the second, his height slowly doubling as well. His armored legs were being stretched to their limits as sinew lengthened and expanded, spikes appearing nigh everywhere on the teen's body as horns grew from his head. Last to come was an envelopment of a coal-colored skin tone as the teen's eyes spread out and joined. Standing at fourteen feet in height and twice as wide, Jackson wielded a power he could barely dream of in that moment.

But that was for how long it could last.

"Hit him with everything!" The teen thought in his monstrous form, rearing a fist back as he felt his engorged body cry out in anguish. "EVERYTHING!" And this, Jackson would attempt with great haste, attempting to smash Mercutio right through his own island.

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The spike in power raised his eye-brow, "Oh? What's this?" he asked himself as Jackson's aura fluctuated wildly as he powered up. Jackson took Mercutio's bait and chased inward, closing the distance between them. "EVERYTHING?!" Mercutio growled with a satisfied scoffed, "YOU NEED TO GO BEYOND IF YOU WANT TO STOP THE LIKES OF ME!" he said, leveling his arm to take aim as he continued to twirl, contacting the ground and tumbling more as sand was thrown into the air. It was almost as if Mercutio was... teaching Jackson.

"COME AT ME AND GO BEYOND! PLUS..." he began, knowing that what Jackson's alma maters mantra is, "ULTRA!" spoke it in hopes to inspire Jackson and give him the strength to, if only, live on to see tomorrow. Tere was something about him, Jackson, that reminded Mercutio of his Heroes in his fantasy light novels and mangas; something so.. familiar. Assuming Jackson would say it, Mercutio aimed to connected his punch with Jackson's chin, taking Jackson's punch as well. Knowing the power from before would only be doubled if not tripled or more, Mercutio aimed to seal him immediately as the strikes would finally connect on target as Mercutio spat out blood from the brunt of the force.



Crimson that was carried in Mercutio's right hand shrouded his fist and cascaded in waves as he too collided his fist on target into Jackson's and most likely going unnoticed until crimson illuminated the area as brightly as the sun. Staring him in the face, blood dripping from his mouth he muttered his final words to Jackson with a smile as Oars heavy foot-steps came to a stop behind him. No pain would transpire and it would all appear like Jackson had the upper hand if he didn't just out right win the battle out right... however, Mercutio spoke to Jackson's disappointment even with his 'limb' body rest slightly on his opponents. Mercutio fell into a disturbing giggle.

"Tell WISH: the Crimson King is a God of Destruction."

The words would make sense soon, but for the moment it was merely used to distract. As he said those final words, his extended fist that rested around his mid-section let loose a violent torrent of plasma orbs one after another into Jackson's chest. Coughing as he called out to Oars he didn't pull his gaze away from Jackson.

"Grab him, would you bud." he asked as he gripped Jackson with his free arm to hold him in place having looped his arm over Jackson's in a pretzel like manner with the arm that was previously extended to punch Merc. "Did that blast wake you up?" he asked curiously without giving the big guy his gaze for a moment. Mercutio respected Jackson's power by now and wouldn't let him get a jump on himself at all.

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Mercutio was taunting him even further, welcoming the teen's attack and even challenging it without fear. What the man had done in Africa, his kulling of so many heroes, even if they were in the wrong, was unforgivable... but there was some small amount of respect for the man deep within the boy's heart. The respect alone was for his raw power and fearlessness, but more so the fact that he didn't revel in it nor flaunt it, he simply used it as he saw fit. What was more, he seemed keen to find out everything Jackson had, grinning as he met the giant's stride, yelling out the famous lines the world knew all too well.

"PLUS...!!!" Jackson's voice was more guttural and bassy now, holding a timber that shook the land as he reared his fist back as far as it would go. "ULTRA!!!" The teen's arm dashed forward with the might of a train behind it, Jackson's blood boiling as he tried to stamp Mercutio through the beach itself. It seemed that through all of his hatred of villainy and all of the man's egging on, the silver-haired fighter had found something he actually liked about the man, something he doubted many others could give: A fight that mattered to him and him alone. No one else to worry about to protect, to fight for, the teen would live or die depending on himself and no other.

There was a nagging doubt in the back of the teen's head, but he pushed passed it, knowing it was too late to stop now, especially when fate had given him a chance like this, Mercutio running right at him! The boy's fist, to his surprise, met the man's abdomen as Mercutio's own landed on the demon's chin, blood exiting the man's mouth as the blow landed... the teen paused, his eye opening a crack wider as he saw Mercutio's form go limp, a complete lack of belief flowing through his body as the leader of Adrestia was felled before him. He'd done it. Through some sheer stroke of luck he'd-

The man giggled, Jackson prepping to jump back on instinct when he found Mercutio's hand was already open as he gave him a word for message for WISH. He couldn't duck out of this one, not when he'd prepped the attack already at this range. All the teen could do was grimace as he declared, "...shit..."

The teen wasn't overly familiar with paintball, but about the closest approximation he had of this new pain was akin to that of the friendly sport... if the balls were the size of a head, fired at close range like a shotgun and carried the heat of a compact sun, it would have been about the exact same pain truthfully. What was a harsher sentence, however, was the energy he felt just about knocked out of him, the boy's transformation failing as he was sent backwards. Combined with the damage from Mercutio's earlier attack attacks, and now receiving a continuous blast from a few millimeters away, Jackson's vision faded a for a moment along with his transformation as his mind went blank. When the teen awoke, he found himself in a right bind.

Mercutio was keeping hold of his right arm, while some or other behemoth had appeared to keep the boy in place on the other side. Maybe if he pushed himself he could... no. He'd given it his all, and at this point, he'd be beating a dead horse, fighting against two opponents he knew next to nothing about when his tank was three quarters empty. He knew well enough after a decade or so of brawls and scraps what this really meant.

Swallowing a swath of blood, the teen stared at the sand as he declared with a hoarse voice, "You can let go... I lost, fair and square... Don't have enough in me to beat you both..." Assuming the teen was released, he'd move to wipe his mouth, a large dribble of blood reaching his chest, which looked like it had been hit by three hail storms. The teen would stand there a moment, eyes on the sand and shamed by his defeat, groping his left arm in contemplation. It had taken everything he had to get so much as a good hit in, and yet...

For the first time that day, the teen grinned, chuckling quietly to himself as he realized how far he still had to go, what a minuscule version of the word "power" he understood was, but mostly chuckling at the man's deceit. Looking back up at Mercutio, Jackson maintained a slimmer form of his grin as he stated, "On top of everything else, you're a real asshole. This whole time, I wasn't afraid... but not cause I was confident, it was cause you were never trying to kill me. Tch. Some warrior I am. Can't beat a weakened old man whose just kidding around..." The boy's demeanor and tone would quickly shift, however, glancing at the giant next to him. He supposed the whole island would find out eventually, so there was no point in not trusting the mysterious ogre. Looking back to Merc, Jackson declared with an icy tone, "A deal's a deal, in the end I guess. Benjamin Beckman, big wig at WISH, he's the guy who approached me about all this, about the only one I've talked to about this mission. He screams slime, so whether or not he's a front man is anyone's guess, but the trail's there for you..."

Now looking at the sand once more, the teen paused, figuring Mercutio would have a few words about that. He didn't trust the man would be discrete with this information, it might even cause Jackson his license, but that was nothing at this point. If he was going to be a dark to a light, the light needed to be truly impure, or his mission was pointless. Still, there was something at hand, something the teen wanted to know...

"So... Abyssal..." Jackson paused, his gaze at his feet once more, mulling over what the answer would be, wondering how far he still had to go before he so much as earned the full power of the Adrestian leader. "Where do I stack up?"

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Mercutio would smile and held up his hand, "Was I that obvious?" he asked curiously as he waved off Oars advance. "Don't worry about it bud, but here."

Mercutio's aura shot off himself and hit Oars to recharge his seal. "Too useful not to have in a pinch, ya know? I'll meet up with you later for Overhaul training.. thanks for enduring for us." he muttered before reverting attention back to Jackson. "I won't question how you know that, but I do give you kuddos on an sharp mind and toned, disciplined body. In this elevated state you could have gave her a run for her money, but you need more punch packed behind your swing. Embolden your attacks with more than just the flexing of your quirk; doing this will put you above the rest of them I assure you."

"I meant what I said, that suit will only hold you back." he glared, "Till next time, Anubis... and tell them to stop sending people to their deaths to try and stop me." he ended with respect as he snapped his fingers, sending Jackson from where he was by consuming the seal and replacing that energy with some of the charged energy reserved in the ship WISH sent Jackson to Elysium on. Mercutio manipulated the controls remotely and activated what he assumed would be the return function... it was the only open button panel and it was a big glowing red button. Hard to miss.

Mercutio walked away, slinking back to his house with a sigh,


"Benjamin Beckmen.."

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"Tch, just experience..." The boy responded, figuring if Mercutio had wanted him truly dead, he would have cut to the chase and teleported him somewhere deep beneath the sea, or inside a volcano somewhere. The man's power was absurd, but at the very least he had the teen's respect. Jackson watched as the beast was called away, seemingly back into Mercutio himself, the leader's powers seeming never ending. Still, he kept his end of the deal all the same, giving his assessment of the boy's power in a straight up fashion.

As he'd thought, even in his highest state of power, he only had a shot of making her work some, no definite win there. It seemed for all his work and effort, there was a world still beyond his grasp... but he was far from giving up. While Mercutio seemed more content to stay on his island, at least for now, Jackson couldn't simply assume that also went for the rest of the world's evildoers. The shadows might have held someone stronger than Mercutio still, meaning the bulky fighter would need to be ready for whatever lurked in the recesses of society.

"Maybe so... but it saved my life here at least..." Jackson responded, clutching his opposite arm a little tighter, the pain on his chest growing little by little as bruises set in. "And I can only ask so much... Crimson Fucker..."

The teen blinked, finding himself back in the ship, a bit surprised before he remembered that this wasn't exactly something new encountered that day. Settling down into his chair, seeing a crimson stream of energy cover the control panels, the boy scoffed and declared, "Wouldn't even let me collect my armor scraps..." Before the jet took off back home.

Lying back into his chair, the teen let his mind drift a moment, body aching as he wondered what he'd set in motion, if anything. In a short span of time, Jackson Game had become privy to many a deep secret in the superhero society, some pleasant... others less so. Still, a course of action laid ahead the teen needed to follow through.

Assuming the on board computers heard him, the warrior declared, "Record this message for Beckman: I got fucked up, mission failed. Deal's a deal, so leave me with my license and screw off, need to rest."

With that, the boy closed his eyes, letting the craft rock him to sleep. Work was needed to be done, work he didn't need prying eyes of that man or anyone else on...

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Benjamin Beckman received the recorded message a few minutes later, catching the boy closing his eyes and leaning back at the end. The man stayed quiet in his office for a few moments, hands clasped as he watched the video end. Another attack on Elysium, another failure, with some attitude to boot. How many would he need to send? How many would it take to whittle away at the island nation's defenses? Perhaps a whole army like Ezra had suggested? The bad press for an invasion like that, and the cost alone would be astronomical. Still, Jackson had failed and gotten himself put through the wringer it seemed, Beckman wondering if the barking at the end was his default emotion or if he simply didn't trust the man.

"Hmm..." Beckman hummed to himself, smirking as he gazed around his office, the night life of Beijing slowly rising behind him. The WISH director was in thought for a bit before sighing and reaching down, opening a desk drawer as he held onto his smirk a while longer. From there, he removed a large, paper list with Plans A-D on the first page of several. Getting a black marker, Beckman crossed out "Plan B" from the list. Paging through the list, the man sighed once more, looking a little bit more weary as he leaned back into his chair, getting himself a cigar and slowly enjoying it, releasing a few puffs as he relaxed.

After a few moments in the dim light, Benjamin's smile grew, chuckling quietly as he declared to himself, "Very well, Mercutio. A respite from the onslaught... Don't get too cozy though, everyone slips up, and while I can lose again and again... I only need to win once..."
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