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A First Step Onto Foreign Soil; Dan Line; Graded
Topic Started: May 23 2018, 09:38 AM (421 Views)
Chad

A heavy sigh and the muffled thump of a thick boot making contact with moist wood. A deep breath and the sounds of the sea slowly rolling against an aged vessel. The smell of salt and the crisp embrace of the breeze. These sensations welcomed the tall broad-shouldered lad as he took his first steps onto the Isles of Elysium. For him this wasn't just his first time on Elysium, but the first time he had left the country in which he was conceived. An utter contrast to the stagnant air and dreary atmosphere he had become so accustomed to. It was as if, for a brief moment, the malaise that was his life lifted from his heavy shoulders. Another breath filled his lungs as his chest swelled to accommodate it. In this sublime moment he was lost for words. But, as with all things, the moment ended and his shoulders slumped under their returned burden. His single eye scanned the vicinity, taking in the new sights as his mind wandered back to the journey that got him here...

"Oi, Edgar, a' need passage to dis 'Eye-lee-sum' place. Know ye can do it easy, innit?" A heavy arm leans against the counter of an empty, gloomy, bar. An older Gentleman gently rubs the rim of a glass with a small rag, letting the silence linger for a moment. The younger, blond-haired boy tenses as his lips part but is cut short by a sharp clink. The glass, now clean and filled with water, sits before the lad. "Have a drink. On the house, of course." Edgar says with a sly grin and continues "I can, of course, procure the passage you seek. But I know you barely have a penny to your name." Another clink as the glass sits empty on the table, downed by the boy in the few seconds it took the man to speak. "Perhaps you can do me a small favor in exchange." A statement, not a question. The muscled lad may be a bit thick, but the subtle intent is not lost on him. "Wot izzit ye'd have me do?" Dan mutters, the moisture still clinging to his lips. "Well.."

THUMP

The young lad's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of cargo being discharged from the vessel behind him. A raspy voice coming from the same direction addressed him moments later "Move it, laddy. We got you here, now be on your way." Weathered skin clinging tightly to fingers, that were barely more than bone, tapped lightly on Dan's shoulder. "Well laddy? Are you going to move, or do I need to make you?" Dan tensed slightly as he turned back and was met with a familiar toothy grin. The captain of the small cargo ship that smuggled him out of his 'beloved' England. "Alroite, alroite. Don't need ta be so pushy." A few crackles of fingers stretching and knuckles cracking were heard as Dan stared down the gangly man. A tense moment passed before the boy turned back to the island with a heavy sigh.

Rummaging through his pocket the boy found the wrinkled flyer that started him on this journey in the first place. If only the lad could read, or wasn't too stubborn to ask for help. All he knew was that the flyer wanted him to come to this island, and the rest he'd have to figure out. Now that he was here though, it finally dawned on him. He hadn't the faintest clue where to start or what to do with himself. This was perhaps the first time in his life he had decided to do something out of brazen whim. A low gurgle and then another emanated from his belly as if growling in protest to his hesitation. With a smile on his face, Dan knew that before anything else he would have to 'feed'. With slow, heavy steps, that seemed to linger in his mind, he made his way past the harbor further into the island proper.
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Torn blue-jean shorts matched against shirtless upper body and topped off with a Straw Cap was how Mercutio dressed on today, his love of cosplay never growing old. Passively, he observed what was happening with the cargo off-loading as he read over the most recent chapter of a few different manga, one after another. If anyone asked though, he was looking over the shipments of Bookkeeper's goods with excellence... Anyway, a little agreement made between Merc and the Keeper found them not only aiding in the building of the Docks, but also set up multiple supply lines to Elysium's ever growing populous. It would be some time yet before they were self-sufficient, but all would come in due time. Rome wasn't built in a day and Elysium wouldn't be either, but Mercutio had his hopes and impatient reserves.

The docks would be the only place that Mercutio was okay with sensing unknown signatures even after requesting to have the same crew deliver every time, the Bookkeeper made clear that was an impossibility. Mercutio checked off and gave warrant of payment to the men and shook hands before sending them off. It was just the straggling member of their crew they left behind that was cause for concern. Mercutio didn't think the Bookkeeper would give up a constant income to betray him, so it was one of two things...

A well researched stowaway or a thief and either option was bad news. After the recent invasions, Mercutio was quite trigger-happy when welcoming visitors and any accompanying guests. The fall out he had with WISH was proving to be much more devastating to him than he initial realized, but that wasn't reason to go back or pull out of Mercutio's very own end game. Their was purpose in everything, no matter how small. Following the energy, he began to float into the air a few meters and crossed his legs together, reading all the while before he visual would be able to see a man no much younger than himself when he set off into the world.

"Come to die for WISH, have you?" he asked rhetorically as his right hand drew away from his manga, the comic floating in air as his right index finger extended out to a point. The tip of Mercutio finger began to glow as he gave one last warning, "You aren't even half as strong as Jackson, what a pity..." he said with a growl as he looked over the young man's aura. It was odd and didn't reflect an area manipulator type quirk, and his arms seemed ever so, odd. Wait, were those... mouths on his hands?

'A shame, this guy seems quite interesting... I could of had my Deidara. Tsk..' he sighed, his thoughts internally tumbling like clothes in the wash. "Wither at the feet of the Crimson King." he growled. Suddenly, the warm, tropical weather suffered a cold-snap as though the heat was all but removed from the area in a single moment even though the sun visibly remained and the embrace of the sunlight would still warm one's flesh, but the air itself held no heat and glistened with crimson.

What hell was his life that Dan thought it wise to come to, Elysium?

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"Ain't no WISH punk 'ere, mate." The tension in Dan's shoulders shifted as the muscles in his arms tightened reflexively. The glint of the warm sun above gleamed off the fangs that drooled hungrily on his palms. "Dunno wot yer talk'n, but if yer pick'n a fite..." His words caught in his mouth as the warmth evaporated. Cold sweat ran down his neck, yet the warmth of the sun still but barely lingered. It had been a while since Dan had been face to face with someone so immense. He had grown used to the scum that dallied in the dark, rotten corners of the alleys he called home. Confidence and bravado that had been carefully crafted over nearly a decade fighting for survival crumbled in almost an instant.

PLOP

The sound of a single droplet of sweat broke the momentary silence. Gulping down his instinctual fear the boy spoke again. "A've come t' join th'... th' firm er summat." Slowly he raised his clenched fist that had been holding the crumpled flyer. Barely recognizable as it was now nearly scrunched into nothing. Another bead of sweat trickled down his neck as he nearly stumbled on his own words. The crisp cold air, the sun still beating down on him, and sweat rolling off of him only made his thirst stronger. He needed to feed, and quickly. But what could be done in his current situation?

Quickly his mind raced, grasping for some way to survive as he had always done. He was nothing if not an expert at living, he had managed to get this far hadn't he. But naught a thought came to him. Staring down the man that would no doubt be his end, he took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. Every muscle in his tense body relaxed as it became more limber. Perhaps he would be lucky enough dodge the next attack if his opponent took him lightly.

What is life if not hell?

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Rory had looked for days. Ever since the Heroics exam and his dreadful conversation with Mr. Bones he had been searching. He went to the obvious place first. The teleporter was already gone by the time he was able to get away and back to Japan. There was a ton of repairs after he released his anger in the training room. Setting up deals with the principal and Mr. Bones he was able to at least get a room in the third year dorm. Dreading the fact he now officially lived there with the lack luster heroes around him he pushed on. Every night was a search for where Mercutio would have left the teleporter. Being such a weeb he knew that Mercutio couldn't stay away from Japan and the new releases of manga. A part of him deep down knew why he kept looking for Mercutio even after the information about Africa set in. Rory didn't want to be left behind again. His parents, heroes of America, and Mercutio had all turned away from him.

Several weeks into class he pushed out for the weekend extending his search area. It was there in Shibuya park. Tucked away in an area Rory figured people would want to search in he found it. The tiny transmitter. Relief washed over him. It was like he was home on Kame island. Warm air, all the construction waking him up every day, and the coconut tree he lounged under. If anything he would have that coconut tree. Covering the transmitter thoroughly with foliage he took off back to his new home.

It would be several days before he could sneak away from class, but finally he was able to gather his gear and high tail it to the beautiful sweet transmitter. Gearing up he figured this could get messy. Rory was never good with his words and if everyone was there no doubt he would step on plenty of toes. His hand closed around the transponder, dialed in the code, and tapped the button.

Blinding light that only can happen when you walk out of the doors on to the beach from a dark house. Without anything such as buildings or trees to block that piercing sun the temperature was much higher than Tokyo. A quick sweat beaded his brow. His eyes adjusted and all he saw was sand. Sand his coconut tree. Stealthy he searched around the Kame house and no one. He desperately wanted to go into his room lay on his bead and forget this ever happened. But he was a hero now though. Strange to think, but heroes who took the easy way out and passed by the tough choices were scum. Rory had to get to the bottom of this.

Staying on the shoreline that was lower than the regular ground he pushed out and searched. It was nearly a mile till he saw the red haze that indicated Mercutio. Pushing in it was colder and more dense. Better now then never.

Merc! You son of a bitch where are you?

Not the best opening line, but it was his style.
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Mercutio narrowed his brow with a glare as he looked over the paper, seeing it being from The Bookkeeper himself, not from WISH. "Oh, good, good. Sorry!" he laughed, keeling over forward in laughter as he slapped his left hand against his leg. "When you have a 40 Million Cash Bounty on you, you'd be jump too. Ironic that you showed up along with the fo-.. Rory?" he said and turned to face his former 'student'.

"That energy is unmistakable."



Without hesitation, Mercutio aimed the barrel of his 'gun' in Rory's direct and let loose the blast he was channeling. It would not only be a test of Rory's capabilities, but a display to the possible new recruit of what Mercutio could do. The orb neared bullet speed and covered many meters in moments; whether it were to connect first or reach him in a miss, it would explode with a snap of his fingers, but controlled the range to keep it down to around half the normal size it would grow to. A super massive gust tore through the area as the island shook from the catastrophic force Mercutio was able to manifest and generated. Mercutio held down on his Straw Hat cosplay tightly with a smile as he faced back to Dan without worry for the crimson mushroom cloud pluming behind his back.

"You'd be looking for Mercutio, and that would be I." he said confidently and happily.

"So, Stranger... what's your dream?" he asked casually as he tucked his manga away under his hat as a sandstorm whirled behind him.
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The tense moment passed as Dan braced himself for the shot that he believed to be coming. But to his surprise the shot never came. Instead the man assumed a whimsical attitude, quite literally slapping his own knee in laughter. The mood seemed to lighten until a sharp yell interrupted the mood. A young man came bursting into the area, intent upon the man in the straw hat. Before Dan could process the new situation an explosion nearly knocked him off his feet. It seemed that the gun aimed at him only moments before had found a new target.

Dan's body stiffened as the man in the straw hat turned his focus back to him. "Err, m' dream wuzzit..." He was taken aback completely by the question. Mulling it over in the few moments he took to regain his composure. "To hav' m' own firm. Th' respect of many, 'n their strength as m' own." Pausing for another moment, his single eye squinted as he looked to the side in thought. "A family of m' own, if ye will."

A heavy sigh escaped from the lad's lips as he shook off the tension that strained at his muscles. With that cold blood-lust seemingly displaced he took a few strides towards the older man. A hand extended briefly from his side, then stopped. Taking a moment the boy wiped the sweat off his palms. Extending it once again, he addressed Mercutio with a smile. A smile that seemed so calm and genuine, yet lacked the fundamental warmth a smile should. "A' won't bite." Holding back a sly grin he continued. "Ye can call m' Dan." Now that the boy was closer his peculiar features stood out all the more. The bright blue of his iris a stark contrast to the milky white substitute that lay beside it. As if on this young man's face was the clear blue ocean and the clouds above. His rough exterior, minced words, and lumbering gait seemed to say that this beauty was but a brief mirage. A trick of the light.

"If'n yer look'n fer muscle, a've got more'n enuff." The boys bravado finally returned in full force. Putting on a show for Mercutio he flexed his thick arms. As the muscles bulged his arms stretched, seemingly bending in impossible directions. "Tha's not all a' can do, neither." A sly grin once again creeped at the edge of his lips. The lad seemed intent on impressing Mercutio, brazen as that was.
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The mist swirled slowly hiding most of everything around him. Even the sand and water was the color of fresh blood. Rory did have the question if the color was able to be changed or if it was his default color.

Rory would hear Mercutio's response as the deafing pressure popped his ears. Just as that pop snapped his head to the side in fiery agony his left should exploded with a magnitude of pain that sweapt his ear drum injury away to another island.

Falling to on his back the sand wrapped around Rory. In a couple seconds he blacked out and came to several times. His nerves firing on all cylinders tell him the message of run and this is hurt. Hurt being the only word his mind could form considering how overloaded he was.

Rory wasn't sure if he activated his quirk or if it was a force activation survival use. After a minutes his body got itself under control. All he knew was that there was a chunk of bright pink, near red, flesh all from his should to mid arm which bordered where his clothes had been burned away. The fire still remained in him, but calling it a fire was tame. A massive inferno engulfing him internally and made him actively focus on moving it around his body so he could manage to function.

Using a new move he had figured out self training him he split the damage into two weakening it for the time being.

Laying there he got a hold of himself. Enough to realize that that was an attack from Mercutio. He could hear their voices nearby, but he didnt recognize the other one with the weird accent. With the fire doused slightly he stood shakily and tried to shake the near death off him.

You're either getting softer or you think little of me now. How is that with you because we got some fucking words to be had you dingus!

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"I try to have good reasoning before barrel down death on people. I've become more neutral than I already was... but you have to consider the pressure I am under. Didn't know who or what WISH has or controls... you could have been a robot, I don't know." he said with a bit of laughter, realizing what he was saying was rather laughable. His laughter fell along with his guards as Rory approached.



'Oh, and as well I forgot to tell you I moved the node. WISH back-stabbed me so, I had to move quickly to avoid you involvement. Didn't want to.. hurt your chances at seeking your dream because of a bad rep gained only out of association." he explained as he looked back to Dan. "Dan, oh, right! Welcome to the Isle of Elysium, home of Adrestia, Project:Chimera aka Oars and Nala as well as the survivors of the African Election Massacre. Happy to met ya myself friend and if what you say is true, even if we don't work out well together... and by that I mean if your food is inedible, you can live here as you like... I just ask you treat others as you wish to be treat. I generally cover meals, but I have to constantly find ways to get from here to where the food is made and that's why I had the flyers up." he explained with a grin before glancing back at Rory who wasn't even limping.

'I see one of my first two students can handle his own.' he thought to himself before addressing Rory. "Yeah, we can talk some more, I have your belongings at Kame House, just let me and Dan talk for a moment, hmm?" he went on about before switching who he was looking at back to Dan again.

"Based on how many mouths you have, I'd say you probably have a good pallet for tastes." Mercutio mused without asking, taking assumptions before reaching and touching Rory on the shoulder and touching Dan and warping them to the center of the Isle of Alana.


The three of them now stood in the living room of Kame House, the interior of which was an exact replica from the 1980's television show Dragon Ball. Mercutio was... a bit of a Otaku and above all else, an avid collector of manga. This was actually one of the more normal occurrences and situations he continued to find himself in. The older man moved to the small little kitchenette with a few vegetables, raw meats and spices strung about randomly across a small table in the corner. The stove wasn't much, but it gave heat out. Without letting Dan shit all over him, he spoke, "The person I pick I have money set aside to build them their own kitchen, this is a small test to see what you can make do with." he said with a smile chuckle before sitting as the sound of Merc's tea kettle sounded and he poured out three cups, each cup drifting to one of the three of the men.

"Anyway, as you do this Dan I'ma have some conversation with my Student here." he explained, turning to Rory, "So, I know you are aware of Kull's victory in the election and the reason I went along with it was because of the king of "villain" Kull was." he said sitting, taking idle sips of tea. "You hate him, don't you? It's that hate that I wanted Kull to inspire. He was charismatic, could draw people to him and make not only better Villains, but made everyone, even YOU stronger because of it. Until recently he was as I said previously, but I realized his existence is an 'unfated' one. I'll be straight forward, he shouldn't have been allowed to stay alive." he explained, not caring what Dan heard, in fact looked at him as he explained from time to time.

"I realized that being one with the Grey is hard to do and while I may be red, I can control my crimson nature. My choices and bias put Kull ahead of people and it was not of his doing, but my own. While my intervention can be needed at times to up hold balance, I was ignorant, blind and stupid back then. I didn't know Crimson-Grey Morality like I do now and I was going to put it upon myself to deal with the loose ends..." he explained, "Give America a restart like I know you want and put someone in their that holds the actual values of that country."

Mercutio began to smoke a joint and offered it first to Rory before floating it to Dan using his quirk, "I was going to handle it, being my fault and all... but, I think you coming to me is fate. I want this to be your last test, because I think I've taught you all I can be useful for. I want you and I to go and kill Kull and remove the Dragon's Horde from the face of the Earth to do right by balance." he finished, the instructions clear.

"Calista was a close runner-up, probably should have been put in charge. I was going to visit her, put a bug in her ear and go from there... what are your thoughts?"


If this was the Leader of the place, one could only be left to worry of it's inhabitants.
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Nodding his head Dan pretended to follow along with what Mercutio was telling him. But if he was honest, it mostly went over over that nodding head of is. Unsure of what to say in the moment he tensed as the other young man approached them. He was ready for a fight to break out. Instead he was met with Mercutio happily chatting with the other man, as if he hadn't just shot at him. Who was this man, and why was he so unstable? Before Dan could open his mouth to ask what he was going on about, the man touched him.

In a moment the thickheaded boy stood in an unfamiliar room, more perplexed than he was before. "Err, wot th' 'ell." He managed to mumble out a few curses as he looked around in confusion. Dan took a deep breath and tried to digest everything that had happened in the last few moments along with all the information Mercutio was bombarding him with. He accepted the cup of tea apprehensively, sniffing it for any adverse ingredients before taking a sip. Dan may be a bit slow but quickly realized if the man meant any harm, hr wouldn't need to poison him to do it. "Thanks, a' guess." The boy mumbled as he spent a cursory glance at the table presented to him.

Slowly, Dan came to the realization that this wasn't the gig he thought it was. It seemed he was being offered as a cook. Something he had not only zero experience with, but zero appreciation for. He had a special diet, never having the need to eat the food those around him did on such a regular occasion. He'd had to force a few 'meals' down his throat here and there for various reasons, mostly to blend in, but he'd never enjoyed it. Certainly not having to wretch the foodstuffs out of his gullet in a painful mess. Needless to say, Dan was stumped.

By the time he mustered up the gusto to explain his situation Mercutio had finished a rather long-winded statement. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Dan muscled his way into the conversation. His broad shoulders tensed as his arms crossed against his chest. "Err, look mate. A' think 'ere's been a bit 'f a mistake. A' ain't no cook. 'ell, a' ain't even ever cooked in m' life." He cleared his throat with a heavy guttural sound before he continued. "But, 'afore we call dis 'ere a close, a've got an offa' fer ye. Ye say yer 'avin trouble gettin yer food to ye, innit? Let's say ye 'ire me as chauffeur, 'n I can guarantee all the food ye want makes it to ye. Yer 'ired crew o' yers loadin' the docks may do any'fing fer money, but dey ain't loyal. Myself standin' 'ere is proof that. Wot I'm offerin' ye is not just ma' muscle, but m' blood 'n me loyalty. Ye 'ear?" For the second time today he flexed his thick muscles, showing off the unique anatomy in an awkward display of strength and appeal. "All a' ask is fer a place to call 'ome, 'n some accommodation fer m' own 'diet'. If not, a' understand. Let m' leave, wif m' head intact pref'ably, 'n a' won't cause ye anymore trouble."

Deciphering the boy's broken, awkward way of speaking might be difficult but his appeal was genuine. Or so it seemed.
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Rory was still struggling to make due with this fire in him. The only thing remotely close to this was the Dark continent and that had left enough visual trauma in him. His whole body function had changed trying to get that injury out of him. If this lasted long enough he wondered if his quirk would alter a second time. Luckily the last one was a neutral, but how many times would his body put up with this thrashing?

Mercutio played it nonchalantly considering Rory could shrug off a lot. He did have to wonder what would have happened if he couldn't have brushed it off. Surely his left shoulder down would have been vaporized off. Merc would have said not right and simply taken off the other arm to make balanced. Rory imagined getting his a present of those really old school scales with trays on either side would get Merc going more than older mangas. He chuckled at the idea, but then it felt like his ribs were broken or a minimum bruised to start this new uncomfortable warmth on his side. All this agony gave Rory a few beads of sweat on his brow worrying about how close that call was.

They all walked to the Kame house with Mercutio going on about cooking. The guy looked normal at first. A beefy macho guy, but with the arms doing whatever they did Rory couldn't get a read. Especially with the mouths came into. The normal one was the biggest issue. Rory had heard plenty of accents considering his school brought in enough people from around the world. This accent was rough as a chainsaw rubbing up against a brick wall.

Luckily Merc was dealing with Rory first. All the information about Kull he knew, but he too thought it would go a bit different. While Kull was detestable he was strong. Strong enough Rory thought that he would have organized all the trash in America by now. A villain tyranny on that lot, but really it was like every leader this world had to offer. Same stick different dude. In it for themselves. With his hero's license he planned on investigating and finding a way to stick him with WISH issues and take him in. With WISH saying that even Kull running that place is too corrupt and moving headquarters was saying something. Even before than he needed to square it out with Mercutio about this whole Africa election thing.

Before American and all its problems I need a minute after your stunts. I got to do a bit of my part now to since WISH owns me on paper. This whole African thing with the orphans and massacre. What happened? When all those brats came over I figured we were currying favor with WISH to keep them off us. Then they go an tell me you caused it...You didn't really kill those people even for balance and shit, did you?

Hopefully he couldn't squirrel his way around that question. If they were going to deal with Kull this needed to get sorted out straight without hiccups. This thing with Calista on the end wasn't even on his spectrum yet. Rory went to the fridge to grab a coconut water to see that they were all gone. If his shoulder didn't spew magma through him when gripping the door he figured he would have had a tantrum to unleash. Looking out the window he spied the tree wafting in the breeze. It would be his before the day was done, on yea. His coconut tree.

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Mercutio slouched into the couch lazily, sipping tea between drags of his smoke. With a nonchalant appearance, Mercutio waved off Dan. "Eh, that's fine. I've wait a good long time for a chef, I can wait a little longer. If you wish to live here, by all means. I would assume based on your quirk needing you to consume a special diet, that it is something that triggers most quirks. I'd assume you crave, blood, no?" he said with masked smile, hidden behind his tea cup. "I am sure Oars wouldn't mind some company, I'd strike a deal with him for food if it is blood you seek... it is, correct?" he asked, guessing the best he could based on what knowledge he had over quirks in general. Over the years, time has truly helped him understand. One thousand years of knowledge and not a moment wasted with not an ounce of knowledge left to gain.

Gazing to Rory, he examined his aura and noticed minor fluctuations, but before he could ask him what was eating at the young man, Rory spoke up. Rory asked of Africa, wanting details. It seemed ideals, trust, faith and one's own morals have come to a crossroad and this is where Mercutio and Rory found themselves yet on opposite ends.

"And if I say yes, what would you do?" he asked first, his aura not expanding at all but a tension growing in the air. "Would you try to kill me here or take me in?" he mused curiously.



"Rory... I did something that most Heroes wouldn't have the courage to do; I became the villain in order to be a true Hero." he cryptically explained, starting out poetic with his words and thoughts. "I systematically dismembered, vaporized and erased nearly everyone there and in fact I was asked to do so, but being asked by the African Government isn't the reason I did what I did either." he said calmly, finishing his tea and holding it out for his tea pot to pour out another cup for him. "Oni took the stage in the form of two younger people. They had his essence and energy within them, and my goal was to take them out. It was meant to be a single shot and no one would be the wiser of who did it, it was suppose to be easy and handled with care, but Sonomi had a bit of fear within here at the time. She made a poor decision and thought I would do exactly what actually occurred. These thoughts beget action and the action she took were just and innocent in intention. She actually was trying to be a Hero, she thought, and shut my quirk off but she was young and dumb as we all were once. She didn't understand my quirk and because of this she miscalculated what would happen. The energy I gathered was that which exists naturally from the world around us, it wasn't generated by my quirk organ. The pinpoint shot that was meant to be like that of a sniper created a massive creator of corpses." he finished, sipping his tea as if he were finished with the story.

"Unfortunately, it only gets worse." he said grimly, uncaring what Dan knew or heard, "Members of many countries did survive, many family members... sadly." he said mournfully.

"The man who approached, the former Vice President? I don't know, I don't go to Africa often anymore but I digress. He asked me himself to take care of the mess that was created and clean up the problem. Essentially he asked me to kill the survivors in order to keep the words of witnesses silent. Doing so not for Africa, but for the world I killed those people and if I had to do it, I would again but it wasn't simply 'balance' I did it for, don't act like a simpleton.' he explained, his words coming across like a lecture at times, "The murmurs that echoed, the people who lived and the intrusive powers I knew remained in the world started a train of thoughts that quickly set on a runaway. No one there knew who did it and WISH, knowing who they are and how they are, wouldn't have helped me. World War 4 was brewing before my eyes and Oni would of surely had the chaos needed to do whatever he had planned... whatever that may be."


Mercutio stood up a pulled the hat from his head, tossing it to the rack by the door, and revealed a stack of manga that he took gently in hand and placed softly on the table.

"So, instead of the World fighting itself... it's unified through WISH to kill me and if that is the burden I must bare then so be it. I don't care what society thinks of me... I know I am not the Hero they want... I never was. But, I am the Hero they deserve... a Hero they desperately need." he finished with his pale crimson tones locking with Rory's gaze. Without any more words, he just let his aura and the pressure he naturally generated do the rest of the explaining in hopes Rory would understand.
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A cheeky smirk embraced Dan's face. This Mercutio fellow was more astute than he seemed at first glance. "Seems ye 'ave me pegg'd." The boy's thick arms twitched abruptly and revealed palms moist with sweat. No, not sweat. The talk of 'food' had caused his mouths to salivate. Dan had been holding it back pretty well until now, but he was starving. "Yer hospitalty is 'preciated, mate. But who is dis Oars? Wher' can'a find 'im? Startin' to lose m'self from thirst, ye 'no." A thick hand scratched at the boy's throat, his voice noticably more hoarse.

COUGH

Normally Dan wasn't much for patience, but in the presence of someone so immeasurably more powerful than him he had been willing to give it a shot. That patience wore thin as his hunger grew.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

The low hum of the boy's boot tapping anxiously resonated softly in the background as Mercutio continued with his long-winded dialog that Dan frankly didn't give a fuck about. Not now, at least. Not while he was this eager for blood.

Dan flat out ignored Rory's presence as if the other boy wasn't even there. Partially because Mercutio was the strongest in the room and that demanded his full attention. But mostly the thirsty boy waa doing his best to ignore what must've seemed like the perfect meal, injured as Rory was. He was afraid of what might happen to him if he dared to touch the other boy in Mercutio's presence.
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Tense was a good word. But with how dense of a situation it was Rory couldn't imagine even cutting this tension with his crimson blade. The other crimson fucker in the room was bouncing back and forth between the two of them. This Dan character he hoped would catch a clue on after Rory blurted out that Mercutio was deemed responsible for the African election massacre. That grabbed Mercutio's attention for one of his long speeches. Even with smoking all that weed he would just talk and and talk.

Rory was pretty scepticle of the whole thing, but you had to be with Oni. With his little people knew of him it was tough to know. Only thing Rory was 100% positive on was that where Oni went chaos and deception followed. With his lengthy tale over that could rival the great novelist Charles Dickens, who was paid per word, Rory had a lit to think about.

It made sense for the most part and it wasn't as if Rory could check into it. He needed to go see what records WISH or the government held to cross check it.

With those thoughts running a muck in his head he was some what excited by doing actually work. Finally drudging through these 2 years of hell to be tracking down leads and playing, no, being the part of a hero.

Mercutio ended with a question. Take him in or kill him. Both of those actions were near impossible. Also this was so far above him he doubt that he could tell them to back up or this was a accident. He needed more evidence.

Walking out of the kitchen to his room he grabbed a t shirt since half his torso was exposed. It was nice to be in his home. Even if it was on tense terms. Back out in the living room he squared off with Mercutio and felt the heavy blanket that was his energy in the room. Yup. Definitely couldn't take him...yet. Even after the question he continued on his hero the world needs not deserves speech.

We both know that I can't do much against you...yet. But knowing that much from you I can do proper diligence and investigating that we both know very little of those jackasses do. For now though I just want to fucking relax. UA is a pain these days. Oh and I got my heroes license.

Rory would flash the card giving a slight grin trying to hide how happy he was finally to be here.

Lp/tech
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"Oh?" he said with a smile, his tone surprised. Not like Rory couldn't attain the paper he needed, but with what happened to Satsohi at the Exam, Merc wouldn't take anything as certain without insurance.

"I actually am glad you bring up the license... you see, I think it's time to pay Kull his just desserts. Can you meet me in D.C in a day or so? You said you wanted to relax, I know, but I think it'd be wrong to not include you in the American Revolution." he explained as papers began to float through the air, carried on beds of crimson clouds. "Warden Crawford is quite annoyed with WISH and is infuriated by their cowardly departure from the country... same as you. So, I was considering making it a show... I had an idea of someone who could take Kull's place and watch over a new election... she ran against Kull, I believe she almost won."

The papers fell before Rory, stacking neatly put without a real order while the top most page was a picture of Calista. "She, she would be able to quickly pick up the reigns without question.... or try to kill me, either one. Maybe those are bad odds, eh.." he explained and instructed before getting himself sidetracked. "Anyway... here." he cooed as a few bags of stuff drifted into the room. "What's left of what you left."

Putting out his joint, the front door opened and he began to rush the two guest he had out.

"Anyway, I will get back with both of you after I deal with Kull. Opportunity is too rip, I have to take the chance."


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"Err, alroit bu..." Thump. Unceremoniously shoved out the front door, Dan was left scratching his chin. He was at a loss at what to do now. Through sheer dumb luck, or perhaps ill fate, he was now on Elysium without much of a purpose. Mercutio had mentioned someone for him to contact, but neglected to tell him who or what this Oars was.

A frustrated sigh escaped his tired lips as he shrugged. "Mate, don' suppose ye' know where dis Oars is?" He turned to face the young man he'd been ignoring until now. Stomach churning and growling, the urge to feed grew. Another deep breath, it took all of Dan's willpower not to attack the young man.

Hopefully, for his own sake, he'd get an answer while he was in the right mind.
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