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Main Thread: Shock and Awe; Frank Sato & Rosiahn Raika
Topic Started: Aug 16 2016, 04:26 AM (482 Views)
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Japan was, by far, an amazing place.

And well, perhaps it was because it was the only other country Rosiahn had ever been to. And Tokyo being quite literally only the second city he had ever set foot in. No, not even in all his time in his mansion home in the French Countryside had the pinkette teen even set foot in Paris, or Marseille, Lyon. It wasn’t even right to say he had seen Paris, but only through the tinted windows of a limousine and then from the heights of a private jet that had taken off from the Paris International Airport. And so really, walking through the streets of Tokyo by himself was a brand new experience.

Being by himself was another story altogether, truly just him and the city. Of course, he long grown accustomed to playing pretend that he didn’t have bodyguards or caretakers constantly following him or trying to keep up with him. But today wasn’t a pretending type of day, today he had actually escaped the watchful eyes of those men in black suits and fussy butlers and maids. It wasn’t that hard of a thing really, for he had done it plenty of times before in his youth. However, to such a scale as leaving his mansion home and adventuring out into a civilized world filled with actual people, was something he had actually never done before.

Arriving just a few hours ago in the early morning, Rosiahn had hardly the will to sleep, showing some unusual amounts of excitement in front of his caretakers. It was of course, in the chaos of moving into the Raika family compound that the pinkette had perfectly slipped away, unnoticed by those assigned to watch over him. The pinkette rather didn’t care or at least was oblivious to any punishment or risk that was involved in such a high stakes escapade, so he simply was enjoying himself and his walk through the streets of Tokyo.

Casually striding through the crowds with his tall frame relaxed in the shoulders, the aloof smile on his face greeted nearly every person that happened to make contact with his soft pink eyes. His clothing was simple, a grey, light woolen sweater rolled up to the sleeves, a pair of comfortable grey pants and gray shoes, a collar of a white silk undershirt shirt surrounded his neck and a pink tie to match. And, he had on a rather lightweight khaki trench coat, left open in the front to reveal his outfit underneath, but with the collar sticking up in a more rebellious fashion.

Today he was an adventurer after all.

And so this adventurer wound soon find himself standing in front of a rather tall, glass building. A skyscraper among all those glass pillars that reached for the blue, clear sky in the city-metropolis. But this particular building had a certain kanji lettering on its facade, in big, modern and streamline strokes.


RAIKA BANKING, INVESTMENTS, AND INDUSTRIES

How interesting…

He thought to himself as he watched people in suits enter and exit through the swinging glass doors. Yes, for a moment the pinkette just stood there in front of the building that held his name, staring rather intently at his own reflection in the mirrored windows. And then, he went forward, a bit of a spring in his step, humming along to no tune in particular as he entered the building through its automatic doors.

Though, he didn’t at once notice a tall and dark haired man follow in behind him.





The bank itself was stylized like any normal bank. A grande entrance hall, that extended into a rather large room with a pillar-statue artistic piece near its grand entrance. Tellers lined the walls in small little glass windows and boxes, attending to customers who lined up in throws to discuss matters of money and other bank-like matters, all speaking in some kind of business jargon that Rosiahn found himself unfamiliar with. Of course at the entrance stood some men in a guard uniform, since banks were always in need of security. Further behind the main receptionist desk, there was a glass door, accessible only by an employee’s keycard and a certain unknown access code. Rosiahn immediately assumed it was the door that led to a bank’s giant titanium metal vault, where such valuables and money was safely tucked away.

Rosiahn could only imagine that it would be the perfect place for a bank robbery, like exactly in the comic books.

Unfortunately, he would have to be so right in thinking that.

“EVERYBODY DOWN!!!! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!! ”

The tall and dark haired man in black coat who had entered just moments after the pinkette would be followed by a duo of dark clothing clad companions. Rosiahn heard the mechanical hammer of a gun cocking, readying for fire. And soon after wards, the people in the bank all looked toward the entrance in terror, eyes wide in fear, voices gasping and screaming at the armed men.

Quite, literally, armed man. Behind Rosiahn, the tall man in the black outstretched his arms out from under his coat, his four arms, wildly pointing and shooting his black handguns all over the room. Gunshots rang out like the clattering of thunder, mixing in with ear-piercing screaming and panic. Behind Rosiahn, the two guards he would have noticed earlier tried to jump into action against the robbers, but each was shot down left and right by a woman in black, who stood just as tall as the four-armed man and quite curiously wore no shoes. For instead her feet had tall platform heels on them naturally. The two would be guards were then left groveling on the floor, bleeding out dark red pools onto the shining floor.

Still remaining was the third member of the trio, also clad in black clothing with toting two revolvers, on in each hand. However, unlike his companions who seemed intent on using their ammo, he had yet to shoot. Also evident was that his body shape was relatively normal in comparison to the two others, and for that he was also shorter and stockier in build, having the normal amount of limbs and also regular shoes on. Though, his build was only relatively normal, his hair however was another story. It was styled with an extreme pompadour so long that it splayed out at least 3 feet from his head, and still somehow stayed impeccably in place despite all the man’s movements.

“If yah don’t want to get shot, then STAY DOWN!”

The four-armed man once again yelled out the command and as ordered, most of the civilians in the bank would get down to their knees, some crying in terror, others too paralyzed in fear for words. These people were civilians after all, normal people going about their daily lives. And while some of them could’ve had quirks, they were not heroes, not trained in defending themselves or using their quirk in such a dire situation. So, most complied.

And Rosiahn as well, calmly went down to his knees. Since he too, wasn’t a hero.

A hero would surely come soon, the gunshots and screaming a certain signal to any nearby hero to come to the rescue or someone to call for such a thing. All they had to do was wait, since these robbers were so kind enough to make their flashy gun-toting entrance. It was only a matter of time.

In comparison to most of the other hostages, Rosiahn was extremely calm. Well, perhaps too calm. Was it maybe that the danger of the situation wasn’t making it to his head? Was it that he believed they were so assured to be rescued that he had nothing to worry about? Was it that he didn’t quite understand what was happening to him? To put it more easily, it was a rather strange mix of all three? There was a smile on his face, but not an overly wild or exaggerated grin. It was a simple tight lipped smile, gentle and apparently unafraid of the current happenings. His eyes seemed to glow an electric blue as he held that unshakable calmness. If one looked closely, they would see what looked like pink electricity dancing over the teen’s fair skin.

It was only his first day in Japan and it was already getting very exciting.

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Japan was the only place Franklin had ever really known. He was born in America, sure, but his family moved to Japan only about a year after his birth. He did not think too much of where he lived. He always had his own freedom, hell his father probably would never notice if he had ran away while still young. The young man simply took his freedom for granted, never really leaving the house much until recently. The change came about when he decided he would go to UA. If he was going to become a Hero, it was probably smart to get used to actually being out in the sunlight, even though he had no plans of becoming a Hero anytime too soon.

Seemed that life had different plans than he did though. He would have had to been deaf to not hear the guns firing at the bank not a block away. Dammit, before he even knew what was happening, the tall, scary-looking young man was rushing towards the source of the gunfire. A small crowd had formed around the opening of the bank, no doubt awaiting the chance to see a Hero in action. What they did not know was that they would likely witness the public debut of two Heroes who have yet to even receive formal training yet.

Frank easily pushed his way through the crowd, being a much bigger man than most around him. He had yet to even think this through, all he knew was people were afraid, and some other people had guns. So of course, he felt inclined to save those fearful people by beating the absolute shit out of the three with guns. The three robbers were obviously not too bright, given that they didn't even have someone watching their backs. Frank didn't even know that, yet still he burst in through those glass doors, and lucky him, targeted the only one that still had bullets. Taking a page from professional wrestling, the large man held his left arm out, keeping it stiff as he ran past the pompadour-toting criminal, catching him right by the neck and knocking him to the ground.

After knocking the first robber to the ground, Frank finally realized what he had just ran into. He had no doubt that there were now guns trained on him. Before he could be fired upon (mostly due to the remaining criminals' lack of bullets), he turned his attention to the four-armed man. He may not have been especially quick, but his target having to reload four separate guns gave Frank enough time to close the distance and deliver a fairly powerful right upper to the four-armed robber's gut.

So far, Frank had been quite the lucky one. First, he targeted the only one with remaining ammo without being aware of that, then he was given enough time to attack the next one due to both enemies deciding to reload instead of trying to take him on hand-to-hand. Though it looked like his luck would run out right about now. Even if he incapacitated the four-armed thug with this punch, and the pompadour one wasn't already lining up a shot, then he would most certainly be set upon by the woman next. Frank was a decently physically durable man, but it would still only take a few gunshots to end him. It looked like the attempted savior of this bank now desperately needed help, even if it did not look like it.
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Perhaps the first series of events would have startled an normal person. Like a bank robbery for example, for thieves to be so bold as to shoot up some security guards and unarmed civilians would have really shaken up anyone normal enough. However, Rosiahn had yet to display any emotions as he casually knelt down to the floor. Ever since developing his quirk really, not many things did frighten to the pinkette and honestly, long before that, it took quite a lot to get such reaction out of him. Such feelings were honestly quite foreign to him.

Not that he didn't know what they were. It was just that he often had no reason to feel them. He had bodyguards and caretakers galore, so there was no reason to ever be scared for his safety. Though obliviously now the situation was quite different, as the trio of  thieves were very ready to shoot to kill and there were no usual bodyguards of his in sight. But perhaps his deftness to fear was exactly what the situation required of him. Staying calm and thinking up some kind of strategy to help the remaining civilains inside and of course, the quickest way to get help for the fallen security guards should've been the best thing to do in such a predicament. Until true heroes arrived to finally do away with the Villains. There were three bandits he knew, all behind him, the woman with tall heels and the four armed man being the ones to quite carelessly shoot up the bank, using up their ammo in a display of power. However that still left the man with the pompadour.

But when a figure suddenly charged through the glass doors, shattering the glass and recklessly tackling the third member of the robbers to the ground, the time for thinking was over before it had begun.

"WHHAA-?!"

Rosiahn heard the shattering of glass and saw the pompadour man go to the ground, held down by rather tall figure, Brunette and with some sort of beanie hat. In his rush, the brunette teen also had thrown a mean punch at the man with four arms in the process. Time. There wasn't much of it as four arms went to his knees, but that left the heeled woman, just as startled, to reload her weapon and aim for the sudden intruder.

So... I see that I'll be able to test this out in the real field.

If he had the luxury of time, it was what the pinkette would have thought. Of course, when an adventurer leaves home he is never without his tools of the trade.

Twisting his body around, he lifted his left arm and flicking out his wrist, for on was an odd metal glove-gauntlet device, previously hidden by the sleeves of his khaki trench coat. Expelling from his wrist was a thin metal wire that wrapped around the leg of the high heeled woman.

"So sorry, Madame, but this will be an unpleasant experience."

Rosiahn said softy with the faintest of French accents, though the woman was only concerned with the wire entrapping her leg. Dancing on his exposed skin was crackling pink tinted electricity, his eyes glowing to match. The electricity wound its way around his arm, then to the tips of his fingers which held onto the metal wire. His own finger tips seemed to disappear for a moment as the pink current traveled through the wire and into the woman. Her hair stood on its ends, her own body convulsing with electricity. Her fingers at once dropped the metal handguns to the floor as she screamed aloud from the pain and the surprise of being electrocuted. She too would drop to the ground, thoroughly singed from electricity.

This would all happen just moment after the four armed man would have been punched rather soundly. The pompadour robber, after being tackled to the ground, would have witnessed his female companions distress and only then was near dumbfounded by his sheer bad luck of running into someone with such a electric quirk. One of his revolvers had been knocked out of his hand but with his remaining gun, he held it up as if to shoot the teen, but actually more so pointed it at the pinkette in accusation rather than meaning to outright shoot him.

"N-N-N-NOOOOOO! WAY am I going to be shown up by a guy such an unstylish hairstyle!!!"

Rosiahn at once blinked his clear blue eyes curiously, turning to the pompadour man with a tilt of his head. Unstylish... hairstyle? Whatever was wrong with his hair? He rather liked his hair, despite it being as naturally pink as it was. If anything, it was the man with the rather ridiculously large pompadour who could've been considered unstylish. Not that Rosiahn himself was one to judge, being out of touch and inexperienced with what was stylish and what was not.

"I'M the Kazua Taoka! The most stylish bank robber with the best hair!"

The man soon made it a point to pose with with his hand so carefully shaping up his pompadour. Rosiahn still just stared at the man curiously, unsure of really what to think of the thief and apparent reputation for having such marvelous hair. The pompadour itself was rather impressive to say the least, with its size and volume, but the pinkette seemed to be missing the point, if there was one at all. And surely as well, most of the other civilians still inside the bank, as well as the brunette who had so tackled the pompadour man.

Of course four arms, who had had the wind thoroughly knocked out of him and been thrown to the floor in the surprise punch by the brunette intruder was now finally recovering from the attack and was getting to his knees.

"NO ONE gives a DAMN about your hair Kazua!"

"You're just an Unstylish Brute, Jijoku!"

Fours arms certainly seemed more angry at his partner than even at the brunette who had just gut punched him and in the process made him drop two of his guns, which had slid across the room. But despite their arguments, the man so called Kazua quickly pointed his revolver to the closer target of the brunette haired intruder, the unlikely would be hero of the robbery. Would be as in not quite one yet.

"BEANIES are totally out of style too! Make another move and I'll shoot that stupid hat off your mobbish head!"

Rosiahn stopped his movements, taking in the situation for what it had become. The brunette that had so rushed in recklessly was now at the mercy of the pompadour man's revolver. Surely now he couldn't just charge as recklessly as he did before, since then he had had the element of surprise. The pinkette realized now the attacker of the robbers really was just a youth like himself, built similarly with handsome tall and lean figure, he wore a dark coat and of course had a dark beanie hat adorned on his head. Rosiahn himself had successfully taken down the high heeled woman and now it appeared the battle was two against two, but again he had had the element of surprise on his side and the robbers still had guns. However, there were still several unknown factors. A certain one being the brunette's quirk, if he had one at all. The abilities and strength he had just displayed were nothing short of surprising considering his bravery and reckless actions, yet there was nothing that showed any quirk-like abilities. Four arms and high heels has been as as obvious for two of the robbers, yet the man with the pompadour seemed rather normal as well. But now the odds had come to a shift, with a stalemate hanging in the air. One wrong move and the pompadour'd Kazua would certainly pull the trigger and fire upon the brunette's beanie'd head.

What an interesting turn of events indeed.


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As the four-armed man was more or less incapacitated at the moment, Frank had turned his attention towards the particularly tall woman, only to find that she was already being taken care of by a civilian who seemed to fly under Frank's radar until just then. Now, Frank was not especially perceptive man, but even he was not sure how he had missed the apparently pink-themed boy. He was also not blind to the other's Quirk, as it was displayed through his handling of the woman robber. How perfect, if it actually did come down to Frank needing to use his Quirk, he had found where he could get some electricity to power it.

As the ridiculously-haired criminal, that Frank had already took care of to a limited extent, began speaking, the living battery turned his attention back towards him. He gave nothing more than a blank stare for the majority of the time, really trying to get across the message that nobody gives a single damn about his hair, no matter how impressive it's seemingly gravity-defying length was. Before he could actually speak, the four-armed man took the words right out of his mouth. Granted, Frank would have used a tone that carried the message of the statement much better, but it did not matter one little bit to Frank.

What did matter to the shady-looking to-be Hero was the next stream of words that came out of the revolver-toting criminal, enough to actually cause a change in Frank's expression. Normally, it would be a very minuscule change, not even enough to really care about, but with how statue-like Frank's expression was before, the simple change caused the entire aura around the area to change, silently telling everyone to quit yelling at each other like children. His eyes widened to show a hint of rage, eyebrows lifting and pupils focusing in on the one who insulted his cap. It was a hint, but the type of hint that suggested much more underneath the surface.

Frank had worn his beanie since he was about seven years old. He was attached to it for no particular reason other than he had it for a long time, and it worked well to make him feel more hidden from any prying eyes. Even though he could not find himself to care about it's stylishness, anyone who insulted his beanie should not plan on getting away with it, especially when they already had Frank all worked up and violent.

Without turning his gaze from his stupidly-haired target, Frank raised his foot and kicked out towards the four-armed man, planting his heeled shoe on the other's already pained stomach. This knocked the supposed leader of the trio back to the ground where he could be dealt with later. Frank turned his whole body towards the pompadour criminal, letting him know he had his full attention, as well as intimidate him.

"Hey, Pink." Frank neglected to actually look over at the other teenager as he addressed him, much too enthralled by the sight of the man whose ass he was going to kick to look away. "I know this is going to sound fucking nuts, but shoot me with some of that lightning. I saw that Quirk, and if you wanna see mine, you're gonna have to help, okay?" Though he kept his eyes locked on the man with the gun trained on him, Frank held his arm out towards the pink-haired boy. He held his hand out calmly, openly, as though offering his friendship. If he could indeed get some help from the other, then he would most certainly not be opposed to developing something akin to friendship with the one who helped him strike down another who insulted his dear beanie.
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It seemed that for certain people, certain topics of discussion rightly brought out emotional compromised responses. Feelings like anger or sadness, emotions that held unshakable passion and sometimes to the point of near unreasonable thinking. For the pompadour man, it was easy to see he cared rather too much about his hair and his so believed stylish image. Rosiahn himself was unsure if he had such a vulnerability, being one hardly exposed to potentially dangerous situations. But he was certainly fascinated at seeing people's reactions.

For the brunette youth, his hat served as that certain topic.

Rosiahn's clear blue eyes watched wordlessly as the teen who had a gun practically at his face kicked the for armed man without a flinch. Of course, Jijoku had only hardly the time to recover from the first attack. With his partner pointing a gun at the brunette, he had no reason to think that he would be hit a second time, since any reasonable person would have frozen in the face of death. But rationality was not immediately apparent in the brunette's thinking, much to the surprise of the pair of bank robbers. So Jijoku for the second time went down with a huff, holding his very sore stomach as he fell backwards yet again. Meanwhile, Kazua stammered in surprise, his silver revolver shaking as he still held it up to the Brunette.

"I-I-I'M S-S-S-SERIOUS!!! I'll fucking sh-sh-sh-shoot!!!"

Yet, even with his finger in the trigger, the robber had yet to fire a single shot.

And the Brunette never dared to even look away from his target.

"Hey, Pink."

It was the first words that the other teen had spoken since his grandiose entrance. And they were quite obviously directed to Rosiahn himself. It was a rather gruff voice, matching their owner quite nicely. The pinkette blinked his eyes once, tilting his head as he listened to the words of the brunette. Another small smile escaped into his lips, though the other teen would not be able to see it. So he had witnessed the French teen's quirk, but what could that mean for his own? Something to do with electricity, what was he... a living battery? Some kind of conductor? There was really only one way to find out.

Rosiahn looked down to the hand that was held out to him, contemplating for a moment what it all truly meant. No one had ever asked him to shock them on purpose before, in fact it was true that most reasonable people preferred not to be electrocuted. And quite honestly, Rosiahn preferred not to shock people if he could help it, at least not with his entirely electric form. The woman before had been a real exception, considering she had first hurt others before he had shocked her. He had a real reason to stop her with his abilities, but this was surely different wasn't it? Not only that, but... he was offering his hand to him.

This wasn't something as simple handshake, to say the least. If Rosiahn were to transform into his electric form and essentially electrocute the teen with his full power, injury or even fatality was more than just a possibility. It was, as the brunette had crudely put it, 'fucking nuts.' The pinkette too, was at a certain level of risk, just what exactly did the other teen have planned? Would he too quite practically be volunteering himself to injury or worse as well? The brunette was putting an absurd amount of trust into a stranger he just met, and whose quirk he had witnessed only once. And he was asking the same thing of Rosiahn, who had yet to even witness his powers.

It was the biggest leap of faith the pinkette could ever take.

And Rosiahn's calm smile never once left his face.

He stepped forward, slipping his sleeve down his arm. His fingers carefully reaching out for the hand that was offered to him. Across his pale white skin, pink tinted electricity crackled from his fingertips, as if excited to reach for their eventual target. Eyes glowing an electric pink, he tilted his head forward so his lips would near touch the ears of the brunette teen's head.

"Rosiahn is my name."

He spoke softly, words at barely whisper as they were solely meant for the brunette hear. He couldn't have the teen continuously refer to him as 'pink' after all. He too, ignored the actions of the pompadour man Kazua, who still shakily held his gun toward the two. His supposed confidence as a stylish bank robber shaken by the death stare of the brunette and the odd electric powers if the pinkette.

Rosiahn kept his eyes downcast, not looking to the robbers or anyone else. Was he hesitating? Only for but a moment.

"This still may yet be an unpleasant experience for us both "

A first and final warning, both to himself and the Brunette. With that, Rosiahn moved his hand to grasp the one held out to him. A flash of pink lightning erupted in the hall as the pinkette took on his full electric form, eliciting surprise screams from the remaining civilain witnesses and the robbers. And encasing the other teen in wild discharges and crackling electricity. It would appear as if the pinkette had all but dissappeared entirely, leaving behind his clothes and jacket that fell gently to the floor as the only evidence of him once even existing.

It was the electricity itself that powered up whatever quirk that the brunette indeed had that as the living proof that Rosiahn was indeed still there.

In the electrical display, the pompadour'd robber gasped in fright. It surely just was a bad day for him and his cohorts and these teens were surely just as worse as heroes. But they had planned for heroes and their delay it would've have taken for them to get to this bank! They hadn't expected to go into a full in fight right from the start at all!

"What the HELL are you d-d-d-doing?! A-A-AHHHHHH!!! "

Kazua screamed, his hand so shaky that he could barely hold into his revolver. In his panic, he closed his eyes and used his other hand to steady his arm. His finger was in the trigger and the bank robber was finally frightened into pulling the damn thing.

But his gun held no bullets.

A fact that he had forgotten in his panic.

He and his fellow robbers were never once out to kill anyone. They just wanted the money, they needed the money. In truth, there were just a bunch of poor delinquent thugs who wanted to get rich quick. A gun was threatening enough in itself, so they just needed the appearance of one to appear like they were professionals. The security guards that had been 'shot' also has been hit by nothing more than blanks and had actually been in on the plan to begin with. No one would have known until it was in too late and ideally the robbers would've been able to get away before any heroes would've have arrived. Of course, to any reasonable person the scheme was shaky and impossibly naive. But to people who wanted nothing more than money itself, it was easy enough to convince themselves it would have worked. Again, they weren't out to kill anyone.

They were, however, vulnerable to vanity, the stylish Kazua and his proud pompadour being the downfall of their supposed master plan.





Rosiahn always found it hard to describe how it felt to become literal living electricity. The thought process itself does not come easily in such form; it is far more accurate to say that it doesn't come at all. Instead, pure, unnatural and raw instinct takes over. He was stuck searching, searching. He searched high and low, left and right, up and down, around and around, all at the same time. His body, his being, his mind was pulled into every single direction instantaneously in the desperate search for the path of least resistance and exit. However he couldn't see it, he could only feel it. It was like being blind, deaf, mute, stuck without any kind of sensory perception while running through a labyrinth, relying only on some kind of wild inherit will and hoping for eventually escape.

It was one of the many things about his quirk he didn't exactly favor.

But it was also usually the most exhilarating feeling he would ever experience.

Except when he touched the hand of the brunette teen and subsequently electrocuted him, entering the other young man's body as electricity, Rosiahn was somehow, as living lightning, acutely aware of the fact that he was simply stuck. It wasn't that he couldn't move, the pink electric current moved freely through the body of the other teen. It was that he felt oddly compelled to stay within this body, it was almost... comfortable, for lack of better words. But at the same time, though he wished to stay, Rosiahn intrinsically knew that staying within him was also not good, dangerous even. He felt his current impossibly slow down. It wasn't right, it wasn't possible... That he, uncontrollable living lightning itself, could be slowed down, weakened, tamed.

While in his electrical form, regardless of its violent and wild nature, Rosiahn had still always felt nigh invincible. Of course, with its natural weaknesses of water and earth, he obviously wasn't, but he yet hadn't experienced those jarring weaknesses first hand. So until the moment he had entered the brunette, he had never felt so vulnerable before.

All of these emotions came as quick as the electrical discharge itself.

In reality, he was indeed being used as a living energy source for the brunette's quirk, or rather being used up. As soon as the teen would be down with whatever moves he would have taken, and not one second after, Rosiahn would exit his body, reappearing at the teen's side in the same electrical fashion he had left it.

Except if course, he would be without clothes. They had long fallen to the floor when he had transformed.

And Rosiahn himself would appear utterly exhausted physically as well as mentally, random electricity still crackling about his body. He was not only just holding onto to the brunette's hand, but grasping the teen so tightly it was like he was holding on for dear life. His breathe came in shallow gasps, his body shaking from whatever the hell just had happened to him, to both of them. He hadn't known what to expect, but he certainly hadn't been prepared for that. Though under more normal circumstances, the pinkette may or may not have been more modest about his appearance, he was too shell-shocked (quite literally) to even care.

"Ahh...Ah...!"

Gasping aloud, his legs were hardly strong enough anymore to even support his own weight. He shivered from being exposed and he felt so inexplicably tired as well. He just hoped that with whatever he had done, had somehow been helpful.


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Before then, the most electricity Frank had absorbed at one time was a television's, and he had only held onto that for about a minute before releasing it back into its source. That was his maximum amount of time holding that amount before feeling the onset of temporary paralysis that came with overusing his energy-dependent Quirk. This, though... this was a whole new level.

He could feel his muscles stiffen the moment the two made contact. First were his fingers, twitching wildly until settling into a wicked grasp. Then his jaw began to lock up. He knew from there that whatever he wanted to do, he would have to do it quickly, before his entire body seized up. However, he could not help but take a moment to revel in the power flowing through his body, surging in through every pore in his skin, and being directed to his fingers, where the pure energy now danced between his digits, re-colored into a stark crimson. Normally the energy Frank redirected left his body a dark maroon color, but it seems that Rosiahn's pink form came out as a distinctly blood-colored electricity.

Goddamn, it felt good.

His lips curled up into a wide grin, quite the uncharacteristic move for Frank, but with all the energy surging through his muscles and forcing them to tense, it wasn't like a more subtle smile would be possible. As his lips stretched into the sadistic expression, his eyes began to glow similar to the other teenager's. His however, took on that threatening red color and encompassed his entire eyes, pupil, iris, and sclera.

He barely noticed the thug pulling his gun's trigger. It did not matter to him anymore. All he knew is that he was filled with electric ecstasy, and he wanted to use it to beat the ever-living shit out of the suddenly much-less threatening bank robber in front of him.

He took a step, then another, his legs slow as they tensed from the lightning surging through them. His body wanted to give in, to curl up until the electricity passed through his system, but he refused to let it do that. His legs began moving quicker, but more clumsily as he staggered his way towards his target. He nearly fell upon the thug, but managed to catch himself before lifting his right arm, managing to force his fingers into a fist as the red lightning began bursting from his limb much more.

It sure was a good thing the ever-so-stylish bank robber had spent this whole time paralyzed in fear of the monstrous combination of Quirks the two teenagers had. It had given Frank enough time to meander over and aim his fist for the adult's face. Finally, the living battery brought his lightning-sheathed fist down upon the criminal. This one blow was enough to knock the other off his feet and quickly send him to the ground, not to get up for what would likely be quite the long time. He was lucky it didn't kill him.

The force of his own swing and the sudden loss of what had made him so powerful for those scant few seconds, caused Frank to fall to the ground himself. He fell on his back and lied there, breathing quickly and shaking occasionally. It took him until his breath steadied to even notice the weight on his chest. He slowly lifted his head to see the other teen lying on top of him, clearly even worse of than he was. He didn't even register that the other was stark naked. Before he could, he set his head back on the ground and placed a hand on the other's back, almost barely a hug. Something quite unusual was happening to Frank in his now mentally exhausted state. He found himself caring for the other that he had used to power his own Quirk. It was a mix of worry, thankfulness, and guilt. Frank was quite used to worry, but those other two were almost foreign to him. Aside from placing his hand on the other's back, it was all he could do to open his mouth and utter a few words.

"Frank... My name's Frank. Thanks... Pink." It seemed that Frank remembered being told the other's name and returned the courtesy, but Rosiahn's name itself had escaped him in the rush. Frank was never good at remembering names.
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Just what exactly the hell were these kids?!

“Uh… Uh… AHHHHH!!!!!

The stylish Kazua and his cohorts certainly did not prepare for whatever the hell was going on, to begin with they weren’t very bright bank robbers. Now witnessin some kind of blood red electrical lightshow and knowing full well that all of that was soon going to be directed toward him, the bank robber was only able to tremble in fear. Dropping his rather useless gun to the floor, he tried to inch backwards at the teen with the beanie hat took slow, deliberate steps towards him, a frightening sadistic grin on his face.

“C-C’mon k-kid!!! I’m sorry alright?! You’re hat’s just as stylish a-as m-my hair!!”

But of course, his pleas would be useless. Frank’s punch connected squarely to his face, dually shocking the bank robber and sending his body into electrical spasms as he was knocked to the floor. The blood red lightning shot through his body as well turning his once proud pompadour into a frizzled mess, smoke comically emitting from his fried hair.



  Rosiahn felt a hand on his back, something like a half hug. Breathing heavily, he kept most of weight on the other teen, the fact that he was clothes-less far from his mind. He looked around to see that the pompadour bank robber thoroughly fried and unconscious on the ground. Words came from the brunette teen, who had been the one responsible for the bank robber’s current state.

"Frank... My name's Frank. Thanks... Pink."

Rosiahn’s face, despite its exhaustion, was able to form some kind of smile and even just a bit of a laugh escaped his lips. ‘Pink’ wasn’t exactly a nickname he had been expecting to be assigned, though it somehow seemed fitting coming from someone who was so gruff in appearance and demeanor. Frank… Not a Japanese name, certainly, it was odd, but somehow comforting that he would become close with someone who may not have been a native.

“Rosiahn is my name…”

He said between his gasping, repeating what he had said before. Electricity still radiated off of his much exposed skin, his eyes returning to their natural light blue. He looked to the other teen, unsure of what else he could say after what had just happened, something he still understand himself. All he did know was that he was exhausted and so was Frank, but they had just stopped the bank robbers and had become a pair of unlikely heroes, quite possibly?

The rest of the civilians in the bank had become quite silent, having watched the situation unfold before them and the two teens deal with the villains in such an unconventional manner, especially also with the fact that one of them now was without clothes. But suddenly a silent shadow appeared over the two teens on the ground, the third bank robber, the man of four arms had been knocked down twice but he would not allow himself to be humiliated a third time. His guns proven useless, he had other guns he could use, namely his four muscular arms. Growling with anger, he made fists with his four hands and was ready to make the two teens pay for what they had done.

"Grrrrr.... whhaaahhhh?!

But neither of the teens would have time to react as his growling would soon turn into a yell of surprise. The four armed bank robber was suddenly hit with white sticky, cloud like substance, felling the man to the ground. A cheer erupted from the crowd, true heros had arrived at the scene!

"O-Oh! S-So sorry we're late!! Blame Violetta for being so clumsy with directions!"

"Though it is true that there was no formal bank alarm... we came here by word of mouth...Miss Cloud..."


Miss Cloud Sticky


Violetta Witch


The first of the pair was a rather short blue haired girl, dressed in some poofy blue themed clothing that matched her hair. Deep purple eyes curiously looked about the room, on the bridge of her nose a set of small spectacles. Most noticeably was her poofy white scarf which matches the sort of sticky white clouds that had incapacitated the four armed bank robber. She stood with her arms crossed at the broken window that brunette teen had charged through. Besides her was an older woman, also with a pair of glasses and golden eyes, more soft and aloof in appearance. Her theme was violet and dark magenta, with lilac curls set on her shoulders, on top of her head a large dark violet witch hat. She was surrounded in a violet aura, holding a black mage-like staff whilst floating gently above the ground. With a wave of her staff, Violetta Witch's violet aura extended from her surroundings, creating long tentacles of violet aura that stretched about the bank, each tentacle grabbing onto an incapacitated bank robber and lifting them into the air. Also, the Witch turned her golden eyes to the too fallen 'security gaurds' who in the chaos and realization that their bank robbing plan was useless, were attempting to now sneak away. Two more long tentacles immediately extended from her aura, catching the robbers by their legs and tripping them.

"I suppose you two are the reason why there was no bank alarm." Concluding swiftly that the two were so in on the failed heist, Violetta Witch turned her attention to the two teens on the ground. Looking around as well, it seemed that the heist was indeed stopped by the pair, though the blue haired girl was quicker to comment on the the work of Frank and Rosiahn. Extending her hand to the two on the ground, Miss Cloud Sticky gave the boys a thumbs up.

"Nice job you two! But just so you know, hero work is dangerous so you should really leave it to the... professionnnaaaAHHHH!!!

"Oh my..."

For the first time realizing that the pink haired half of the duo had no clothes on, the blue haired professional hero screamed in panic, quickly covering her eyes with her fluffy white scarf. Blushing only slightly, Violetta added in an awkward smile, an aura tentacle extended outward and reached for the khaki trench coat that was on the floor, gently laying in on the back of the naked teen so he could cover himself. Rosiahn appeared at first confused at what was happening, blinking with an odd tilt of his head, but he soon nodded in thanks as he held that coat over her shoulders.

"Seriously you would think you're nothing but a preteen girl and not the adult that you technically are... At any rate, we do thank you for doing your best in foiling the plans of these bank robbers. It is always wonderful to see young promising heroes take charge and do what they can to help, though we also warn you to be more careful. Heroism still is very dangerous and still preferably be left to us professionals."

"Uh... Ah!! Violetta!!!  Hm... well, yeah what she said..."

The witch hero sighed at her blue haired counterpart's rather embarrassing reaction to see the male physique. Of course, Violetta herself was a bit modest, however the pinkette teen certainly wasn't an awful specimen to look at. She gave her own thanks to the pair and an explanatory warning to go along with her words of gratitude while Miss Cloud pouted in a very childlike fashion, grumpily agreeing to what Violetta was saying. After the Witch had spoken, a crowd of policeman swarmed the building taking the bank robbers into custody and helping the crowd exit the bank. EMTs also entered, carrying a pair of stretchers to attend to the exhausted teens.

The series of events was really happening too fast for Rosiahn to comprehend much of what was going on, also since he was still very mentally exhausted of turning hinself into electricity and becoming drained as being used as a power source, still not something he entirely understood either. He let go of the brunette teen, holding his coat closer as to cover himself.  At this point he was happy to allow others to think for him, and he had nearly completely forgotten about the risks of himself being found out by his family caretakers. Nearly forgotten. He wished he had forgotten completely.

But another presence soon entered the bank, a tall man of dark black, curly hair. His orange red trench coat fitted his tall and lean physic, opened in the front to reveal a black collared shirt and matching red tie. His heeled black shoes clicked on the floor with each slow step. He held immediate authority about the building, for it was his name that had graced its front. Even the heroes turned to look at the man who so calmly, so boldly walked into a scene of a crime. Dark blue eyes looked down upon the now trembling teen, leaving words unspoken yet a clear message sent. He was no hero, but a business man whose name was almost as well known as one. His handsome clean shaven face wore a stern hardened expression, smiles never came easy to the man and approval was far from his mind. He was the president of Raika Industries, Ryuumaru Raika.

He was Rosiahn's father.


Ryuumaru Raika


Fear was not something that came to the teen's mind very often, frankly he hardly ever had the reason to feel it. Even during the whole bank heist ordeal, he had hardly shone any anxiety. However his nearly unshakable demeanor was shattered in the presence of the older man. It could hardly be called fear, but a feeling that had been long ingrained and deeply hidden within him. Rosiahn didn't dare look up from the floor, his gasps for air quietly fading in a forced control of himself.

"Father, please. I can expl—!"

"With me, now."

"... Yes, Father."

The elder Raika held up a single hand, stopping his son from saying anything more. He was not looking for an explanation; he did not care to hear one. He would not hear one. Rosiahn nodded, resigning himself to whatever punishment his father would place upon him. Their relationship was not one of excuses, as far as the pinkette teen understood nor was it exactly sensitive in any way. Rosiahn stood straight and with his shaky strength stepped forward to his father's side, but not before hesitating for a very long moment.  He clear blue eyes went to the brunette teen, so named Frank. There was a feeling within him that was so unfamiliar to Rosiahn, he couldn't call it anything else but an unkind desire.  What the two had done together, he still didn't quite understand and it seemed he wouldn't be getting an explanation himself so immediately. But for that short instance that Rosiahn had entered the other teen's body as living lightening, despite the danger and the craziness, he felt the urge to do it again. He needed to do it again. He needed an explanation, he needed a reason to see the brunette once again.

Frank.

It was a name he would not forget.

As he stepped forward, his father's hand set itself on his shoulder in a firm grip. Rosiahn showed the faintest hint of a wince at the touch, but it could not be seen unless one was truly looking closely. The elder Raika for the most part ignored any looks he would receive from anyone in the bank, only looking down on the brunette teen that had been by his son's side. At first glance, it was rather hard to tell that the two were related at all. But upon further inspection, one could see the same lean and tall physique that both held, the elder Raika standing even a few inches taller than his son. Their eyes held the same shape, vibrant blue orbs held the same tint, though Rosiahn's were obviously more gentler in appearance. Of course one of the few to speak up towards Rosiahn and his father were the heroes.

"Hey, Mister, uh... Sir!! I don't you can just take a witness away from the scene of the crime l-like that!"

"Raika-san, I understand your concern, but please your son must first at least see a doctor."

But Ryuumaru Raika would not be so easily told what to do, and especially not by a pair of customed heroes. While the two heroes outwardly shows their concern, the elder Raika only answers with cold words. "I understand perfectly Miss Cloud Sticky and Violetta Witch that as heroes you may deal with all the public fiascos you so think you can meddle in and in whatever manner you see fit, saving people, upholding the law, et cetera." He tightened his grip on his son's shoulder, cold blue eyes staring back at anyone who so challenged him. "My son shall be attended to by our family doctors. As this is a private affair between my son and myself, I do not expect it is within a hero's jurisdiction to intervene on personal family matters."

Rosiahn stood without words as his father so spoke to the heroes in such a direct fashion. Both heroes were surprised by the reaction they received from the father, but reluctantly allowed the elder man to do what he wished, since it was indeed his son after all. There was rather little they could do regarding how a parent wished to treat their child. Was it embarrassing? Likely the entire situation could have been described like that, but the pinkette teen held no regrets about his actions. And while his father would likely double the security put on him and/or never let him leave the house ever again.

No, even if he father was so upset, Rosiahn himself had no regrets.

Edited by BeruChan, Aug 28 2016, 01:56 AM.
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Frank remained tensed as he registered the criminal still coming after them, preparing to use whatever scant amounts of energy he had left to defend the other. His exhausted mind raced with ways he could fight back, even with his limited mobility, all without letting the boy lying on top of him get hurt one little bit. He honestly could not explain why he felt such a strong need to protect people in general, let alone this other boy in particular. It was probably the odd, unspoken bond they had developed through their reckless fusion of Quirks. Just as he realized they were in a more or less hopeless situation and prepared to roll over just for the sake of momentarily keeping the burglar off of the other, their assailant was incapacitated for the third time by a duo of actual Heroes.

When he was assured that they were not in any sort of immediate danger, Frank let his mind rest, not really registering what was happening around him for the next few events all he really took note of was that two actual Heroes had shown up. He was still oblivious to the nudity of the other teen, even as they put his coat back on him.

His senses seemed to only return to him as the adult man entered the bank. From second one he could already feel a contempt for whoever the hell this guy was. Something about how he carried himself, he was almost certainly the type that thought of himself as better than others, the sort who would scoff at someone for how they wanted to live. Franklin had a certain burning hate inside himself specifically for those people.

When Rosiahn climbed off of Frank, the latter began to try to get himself to stand. Only at this point did he realize that the majority of his right side was stiff, nearly completely paralyzed. Made sense that his right side was most effected, considering he released the most energy from his right arm, enough so that the end of his right sleeve had been burnt. Damn. He liked his coat. Due to his temporary, partial paralysis, it took Frank until after the other Heroes had been told off by the man for him to make it onto his feet. It was probably lucky they were too busy being reprimanded in the most obnoxious way to notice him standing, as they would likely just tell him to lie down.

Now on his feet, albeit somewhat unstable, Frank barked at the man pulling the other teen away. "Hey!" Only at this point did the half-paralyzed teen realize he had not planned on what he was going to say before. That didn't matter to him too much though, he could figure something out. "Would it kill you to take your head outta your own ass for a few seconds and look around at what happened?"

Frank took a moment to steady himself before continuing, staring down the adult all the while, completely undaunted by those blue eyes staring back at him. "They called you Raika, didn't they? I think that's the name on the front of the bank." It seemed that Frank could remember names when it really mattered. "If that's actually the case, then me and Rosiahn just stopped a robbery of your bank." It was genuinely lucky that Frank spotted one of the guards he had assumed injured before being captured along with the burglars. It didn't take long for the surprisingly quick-witted teen to catch on. "A robbery that would not have been possible without the help of a couple of your own employees, I see. How embarrassing."

Frank swayed back onto his left foot, taking a moment before continuing down a different path of conversation. "That ain't really my point though. I just want to point out that you're being a real dick for no good reason. You walked in like you're the greatest thing anyone here's ever witnessed, then you talk down to Rosiahn and a couple of genuine Heroes like they're children. I guess my point is that you need to chill and realize that you ain't got the right to talk down to the people who stopped a robbery of your own bank, perpetrated by some of your own employees."

With that, Frank's legs seemed to give out, landing him on his ass. It seemed the only thing that kept him conscious through all that was the left over adrenaline from the fight beforehand, and it was beginning to run out. He pointed awkwardly towards not the owner of the bank, but Rosiahn. "Oh yeah... Before your father runs off in a huff... I'll see you around, Pink." Through use of Rosiahn's actual name before, it was clear that this time, he had called him Pink in a friendly, affectionate way. Finally spent, Frank fell onto his back, unconscious.
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"Hey!"

What?


The pinkette looked up, it was the voice of the brunette, Frank. What the hell was he doing? The words weren't directed toward him, but to his father. But… how? No one ever spoke to his father in such an abrupt manner, no one. The elder Raika himself narrowed his deep blue eyes at the rather brutish way that the other teen addressed him. He had yet to say anything, but his tight lipped frown was all the disapproval that he needed to show. Ryuumaru certainly didn't appreciate the way he was being spoken to, but despite his dissatisfaction he did give the teen some precious few moments of his time.

The younger Raika's clear blue eyes widened in a mix of amazement and anxiety, the former in near disbelief that someone would be so recklessly brave as to confront his father and the latter in worry over how exactly the elder Raika would respond. Of course he probably shouldn't have been so surprised considering the rather reckless actions that Frank had taken in his plight to stop the bank robbery. But still, this man was no bank robber or any other kind of villain, this was his father. Ryuumaru Raika was not a kind nor forgiving man in any sense, or at least Rosiahn had never seen such emotions in the man's cold blue eyes. Those same blue eyes looked down upon the brunette who was indeed doing the implausible, challenging him.

Rosiahn was able to admit to himself that Frank did have some kind of point, such as the fact that the robbery had been commited by employees of the bank, the Raika bank. But of course the pinkette was only able to agree in his mind, he did not have the same reckless attitude as the brunette to say his thoughts aloud. Words like "embarrassing" and "right" made Rosiahn tense, but even feeling the cold hand on his shoulder he couldn't tell if his father held the same reservations. He didn't know which was scenario worse, one where his father outwardly could have exploded in anger or one such as now, where he instead remained stoic and restrained the entire goddamn time. The latter was probably worse in all honesty.

Looking to Frank, Rosiahn was able to tell that he was struggling to even stand and likely fighting to get every word out. There was something just admirable about the brunette was able to run on pure emotion, surrendering himself to reckless behavior all for what he quite probably thought was the 'right' thing. The pinkette was able to admit that he had no such drive, not one that he realized anyway. A mix of jealousy and fascination, for what kind of life had Frank led to give him such audacity and recklessness? Again he felt the desire to know more about the stranger he had so intimately gotten to know. He wouldn't be satisfied until he did, he knew that he wouldn't.

After his small speech was done, it was true that the brunette hardly had the strength left to stand. The elder Raika still stood in silence, as if contemplating what had been so rudely said to him. The two heroes of the day had of course listened in on the rather one sided conversation as well as a few other bank employees and even police. It was a rather odd, yet interesting hapoeninf to witness, a no name teenager going up against a corporal giant of a business man. His dark blue eyes kept trained in the brunette, watching as the teen now turned his attention to his own son.

 "Oh yeah... Before your father runs off in a huff... I'll see you around, Pink."

Blinking once, a surprised yet nuetral expression took over the French teen's face. He hadn't expected to even be remembered, not after the whole speech to his father. Yet, the faintest of smiles appeared on his lips, curling ever so slightly upwards. He had told him his name twice, yet this Frank still seemed so content with calling him 'Pink.' With those words, the last of the brunette's strength had gone away and he promptly fell to the floor in a heap. Though one of Violetta's aura tentacles could catch him before he so crashed to the ground, gently laying him back on a stretcher behind him.

"Good riddance."

Rosiahn turned to hear the two words softly sighed out of his father's mouth. It had surprised him again, this time with even more growing confusion. His father... wasn't angry? He couldn't hear anything like frustration in those words, but his father's current stoic expression actually left little to be sure of regarding emotions in general. Had Frank's words somehow gotten to him? Actually leaving the Ryuumaru Raika speechless? For the moment, Rosiahn would still be left wondering.

"To the car."

Three more words, a simple command, yet still nothing that would betray any emotion. Rosiahn nodded, following his father closely as he elder Raika kept his arm around his son. A pair of black suited men with glasses and eyepieces awaited just outside the banks doors, soon escorting the two to a black car. Holding back a growing crowd of civilains, cameras and more was a line thin of yellow caution tape. The police and heroes would deal with the rest of the clean up and taking the robbers to jail, of course with his father's influence Rosiahn himself would be left out of the questioning. The car ride home would be the most tortuous of all, but it was left in relative silence besides a few comments of how his mother would not be hearing of the incident at all.

But before Rosiahn did finally leave the building, the whole that so held his own name his father's, the pinkette turned his head just slightly back. His slight smile hidden to anyone who wasn't looking too closely. He whispered words in French, not caring if they wouldn't be heard to the one they were meant for. He would return to his boring life, hidden away behind the mansion walls. But that didn't mean he would never have the chance to escape once more.

He had a reason more than ever before to explore the world outside.

"À la prochaine, Monsieur Frank."

[Until we meet again, Monsieur Frank.]

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  • Rosiahn Raika - 24 EXP, 1500 cash,1 fame
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Wow what a fun thread! Beru I love all the little details in the characters and setting, made the whole thing a colorful ride to read. The villains, the hero's, the plan, it all had a vibrant personality that made this relatively short thread seem longer and more enjoyable than I'd imagine otherwise.

It was also nice seeing the heroics actions of both Frank and Rosiahn, you could say that they've got quite good chemistry considering their quirks (I missed out an electrical pun there somewhere). They play off each other in a way that's humorous but also makes you think "Damn... what'll they do next!?" A possible budding friendship should the two meet would certainly be electrifying.

Fun thread, enjoy your spoils!
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