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Topic Started: Aug 26 2016, 05:38 AM (790 Views)
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A drunkard by the wayside slipped in and out of consciousness, the darkness of the night informing him he should have been asleep hours ago. But there was a sixth sense, something telling him now was the time to be aroused from slumber.

Looking from side to side, the old codger shrugged his shoulders and downed some more of his whiskey, the warm feeling in his throat dulling his senses some, but left just enough for the clacking sound of shoes, rhythmically approaching, to be heard not too far away.

Raising an eyebrow, the drunkard peered around the corner, making out a figure in the dim light. Said creature was a man far too well-dressed to be in this part of town, a large black coat covering his body, leather gloves on his hands and a cane tapping the ground in time with his right foot. The most intriguing feature, however, was the man's mask. A plain, white fixture, with an eternal smile forged onto it, yet seemed to be hiding something truly nefarious despite its simplicity.

With a deep breath, M. Chimes sucked in the moist, thick air of Tokyo's most malevolent neighborhood. Steam from pipes, blood-soaked bricks and the scent of brewing rain all assaulted the lithe man's most sensitive nostrils.

Beneath his white mask, the villain smiled, allowing himself a small chuckle. "My, my, my. What a lovely aroma this place has. Misery and murder on every corner. What say you, my good man?" The skeletal creature questioned surprisingly joyously, pointing his cane at the drunkard next to him, receiving nothing but another raised eyebrow in return. "Hmm, more of a listener, ey? I can like that in a man, haha!"

Once again using his cane for balance, Chimes looked before him and found a neon sign and arrow pointing to a set of stairs leading downwards, informing the unsettled foreigner that the place before him was indeed "The Deep Cave".

"Whilst, I have your ear chum, I may as well tell you my purpose. You see, Europe got a tad dull after a while, what with the mafia being everywhere. No one else to really play with. America's too hardcore for my taste. Everyone gallivanting about like they own the place, which is no fun unless I'm the only one. But Japan... JAPAN!" The lunatic stretched his arms out openly, seeming to embrace the city before him in a sense, the drunkard backing off slowly. "Japan is rife with so much opportunity and history! A hero and villain on every corner, its a violent bubble bursting to blow at any minute! And I can't wait to make it... POP!"

Turning to his right, Chimes found his audience of one had long departed, nary a sign of the vagabond present. Chuckling to himself once more, cupping his mouth and yelling down the alleyway, "Give my best to the Misses!"

Humming a tune to himself, the villain continued down the backstreet, an old Irish tune growing louder in his ears as he approached the bar, a small jingle reaching his ears as he opened the scarlet-colored door.

Stepping inside, Chimes found the bar to be mostly wooden in furnishings and floorings with stone walls holding the place up, giving the inside a very cottage-like appearance. Stepping past the packed crowds of evil-doers and ruffians, none of whom so much as paid the tall figure a glance and simply continued their arm-wrestling or quiet conversations, Mr. Chimes reached the bar.

Snatching a fresh glass of whiskey from the hand of a blacked out demon-like patron, Mr. Chimes approached the bar-tender, a man in his late forties and in traditional bar-tender dress, black suit, white apron and all. The fact this same man currently had a knife through his throat and had probably been dead on the counter for the last hour did little to impede Chimes' walking speed.

Leaning down to the corpse's ear, Chimes sad "My good man, sorry to bother you, but I must make a small request. You see, I've sent word out to the denizens of the underworld I am looking for some employers, unfortunately the two who replied... well I don't know if they're up to the job. So I kindly requested they come here so we could make an arrangement." Now leaning on the bar, the sociopath took a sip of the whiskey before continuing. "Basically I need them to... catch my notice as it were. Now things might get a bit messy, but it's all in good fun. So, can I trust you not to throw a big fit over some broken chairs?"

Receiving no response from the corpse, Chimes patted its balding head and stated, "Splendid!"

Making his way to the darkest part of the bar, Chimes took a seat at an empty table and smiled darkly, waiting for the fun to begin.
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A rather unsuspecting car pulled up to the bar, a dark blue sedan. It was the unfortunately dull ride that Apollo called his own, a carry-over from his days as a simple, disgruntled businessman. Three figures exited the car, Sugar, Apollo himself, and one of their less-than productive thugs in a black suit. Apollo took a moment to stare at the neon sign, thinking about how he would never even set foot in this part of town back when he was that pathetic office worker. That man died along with the name Alexander, and from his death arose Apollo, a weapon salesman perfectly comfortable in this environment, and currently was in need of some extra muscle.

The man they were looking for gave them little instructions of how to find him outside of coming to this bar, somewhere around this time and causing some sort of show to grab his attention. Hopefully the damned guy would be here, or else he'd be causing a ruckus for no good reason. The small-time mob boss lead his small group into the bar. He gave a cursory glance over the patrons. They all seemed fairly capable. Capable enough to make his current cronie to shake in his boots just looking at them.

With little regard for those around him, Apollo climbed up onto the counter, walking across it towards the center. He stopped at the dead bartender, glancing down at him before carefully nudging him off the counter like a piece of trash. Ew. Apollo settled in the center of the counter, Sugar on his left side, and the cronie whose name was escaping him on his right. Didn't really matter what his name was anyways.

Apollo clapped his hands together loudly, garnering the attention of most sober enough to pay attention at all. "Helllllllo! My good patrons of The Deep Cave! I don't wish to particularly alarm anyone, but I find myself in need of a capable, new employee! To make my point clear, I will be publicly firing the man my new employee will be replacing!" Apollo placed a hand on the back of the thug to his right and pushed him off the counter to the ground in front of them.

Now, Apollo was not particularly fond of killing, but he was pretty determined to replace this useless thug, and the only way cronies left his employment were by dying in the line, or by his own hand. He snapped his fingers with a certain amount of flare, grinning gleefully as his visible eye changed color, iris red, scelra black. The thug seemed to be turning to beg for his life, but before he could finish uttering a word, he burst into ebony fire, emitting a terrible scream as his flesh began to melt of his bones.

Apollo hated using his Quirk, it always stung like a bitch, but he managed to keep his gleeful expression as the man burned in front of him. As the cries of pain died down, Apollo's eye returned to its normal coloring. "Well then! Anyone interested in some work?"
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Sugar was feeling a tad frustrated with her lot in life at the moment. Her lips were sealed as she could feel the pulsing static in the air, tensions were a bit too high at the moment. A faint feeling of pity came from the pit she called her heart as she could smell the fear in the form of sweat slipping off the unfortunate thug that was on the chopping block. Her duel colored eyes merely flickered a pale grey as her hand shoved the man's head out of the car as their journey finally came to an end. It was complete dive-bar on the outside while her left hand tightened under the rough gazes of the lovely patrons.


A complete look of boredom on her face as she merely crossed her legs over each other as she took a seat on a bar stool as Apollo's grandstanding began. Only the faintest flicker of amusement showed in her lips at the unfortunate corpse being shoved off the counter by her boss's kick, followed by a sullen glare at the body. It was clearly the bartender, how the hell was she supposed to get a drink now. Rather than voice her concerns, she merely resumed the soothing activity of filing her nails only halfheartedly listening to the 'execution'. Her focus only broke at the striking sound of her boss's finger snapping followed by the unmistakable scent of burning flesh. Pocketing the nail file as a cheeky smile crept onto her face upon observing the smile on her boss's face.


Clearing her throat as she casually adjusted the folded cuffs of her tail coat as she drawled out "Boss, you know I would do pretty much anything for you..but really..puns now..Although I am willing to forgive it given your 'good' mood". Giving the man's leg, a 'good job' pat as her booted feet carefully edged around the puddle of man flesh..silently hoping her boots wouldn't need another cleaning. Nor did she ever want to look at another set of dirty laundry after that WEEK of it occurred. Her hetero chromatic eyes merely widened as did her smile as treasure was finally spotted..in the form of a slightly bloodied bottle with the faint label of vodka on it. Humming under her breath as the closed parasol in her hand casually clinked against the beer glasses stashed underneath the bar's counter.

While said smile merely turned innocent as a loud voice broke the unusual silence "Oi, the hell is going on here! Why does it smell like burnt corpse and..You keep your hands off that bottle girl!". Sugar merely folded her hands behind back, as her fingers trailed along the soft fabric of closed parasol. Before pointing at herself with an expression of utter surprise as the interloped stomped over, pistol in hand and a clenched fist in the other. Her eyes merely narrowed in a cold glare as a dirty digit was thrust in her face as spittle hit her face "Take the fucking dandy and clear out girl..That includes the barbecue, get me!". When the short woman's answer was only a snicker, a vein ticked in the man's head as his fist drew back.


The sickening sound of bones merely made another trill of laughter escape the pink and brown haired woman as the man's wordless scream of pain came from his stunned expression as his fist did hit a target. If only that target wasn't the reinforced fabric of her opened parasol meant for taking much harder hits than the average blow of a pissed off bouncer. While his pain didn't last long as Sugar gracefully closed the parasol to allow the blunt end to assist gravity in slamming his sweaty forehead into the bar counter.

Stepping over the unconscious body as Sugar hastily poured a stream of vodka into a small shot glass with a lovely garnish of lime. Raising the glass in a mocking toast to the defeated man "Congrats, you failed the interview..". Placing the parasol in front of her as she glanced up at her boss and inquired sweetly "How much trouble would I get into if I turned this whole..recruitment process into a drinking game". Clicking her tongue as she silently tried to remember how much of a light weight she was before cheerfully declaring "Well, to make things interesting..two shots every time you set another potential on fire. Just go easy..I really...really..don't want to hear your bitching later. Now before I say anything else I regret later on. Cheers". Throwing back the clear liquid as the alcoholic beverage burned her throat pleasantly, as she sighed and rested her head on her hand. As if it were a normal day without witnessing a burning, threats and committing assault while her gaze flickered from the suited form of her boss to the boisterous crowd. Her heart fluttered slightly from the gallant smile on his face, now if only he would get pissed off a bit more..then her day would be made.



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"My, my, my, my, my, my..." Chimes muttered to himself, a dark grin beneath his mask as he watched the events in the center of the bar unfold. The sheer audacity and showmanship of it all stirred him so, he struggled to control his quirk somewhat, suppressing a giggle as the henchmen looked up at his former employee in fear.

Then, a spark of brilliant light greeted the villain's eyes, Chimes' orbs reflecting the bright orange light as flesh and bone melted away and turned into dust in but a few seconds. And all of this done with the air and ease one would expect to find at the opera house, at least in his eyes.

Turning his sights to Sugar, Chimes watched in earnest as the girl poured herself a drink candidly, despite the grotesque scene on the floor, and then deal, in most elegant a fashion, with... who was that? Bouncer? Owner perhaps?

Whatever the case, the amount of corpses in the room had now tripled, an improvement to the space by miles in Mr. Chimes' mind.

"These young types do like to move fast, don't they," the evil-doer stated as he stood up, thinking it best to introduce himself now, rather than keep his employers waiting.

A glint of metal, however, caught the tall man's eye, a bearded fellow with a nasty glare getting up from his seat and making his way towards the bar. What was all the more important was the large combat knife in his hand.

Yes, this man had the definite look of rage brought upon by mourning, more than certainly a former friend of the newest body on the floor. At the rate these ruffians were seeking retribution, the place would be in uproar before Chimes could have his chat.

"Now... that's not very NICE!" The villain yelled, raising his black cane and smashing the silver handle into the back of the man's head hard enough to break the cane and topple the giant in one stroke. With a heavy thud, the atmosphere of the room took yet another dark turn, all eyes on the lithe figure. Sighing, the gentleman queried, "What? You all act like you've never seen a murder before. My good man, let's have some tunes to lighten the mood!"

A beyond drunk pianist was brought back into the land of the living at the mention of music, the taloned drunkard absent-mindedly started an old tune, his compatriot on the accordion being awakened in a similair manner and picked up on the song a moment later.



The atmosphere in the bar gaining some lift, the customers went back to their business, having decided getting involved with the trio beyond their bother and soon the bar was back to rowdy talking and table games.

Approaching the bar and shoving the, still unconscious, drunk who's whiskey he'd grabbed earlier off a bar stool and sat down with a flourishing hand gesture and bow.

"Greetings and salutations my compatriots! I must say, I love your handiwork! Lots of... FLARE! Hahahaha!" The villain chortled, grabbing his stomach at the friendly jab and taking a moment to collect himself. "Ah, now where are my manners? The name is Chimes, M. Chimes. Of course my friends call me, "NO! PLEASE, NOT IN THE BACK!" Grabbing his throat for emphasis, the brute made a few gagging noises, almost falling out of his chair before sitting back up and continuing, "Now the procedure could have used some work, bit more playing around I think, bit more... pazaz! Regardless, that fault is mine for being unspecific. Now on with the proceedings: Names, the game and the rules. Oh, I'm so excited to get started!"
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While a few of the drunkards began stirring things up, Apollo hopped off of his perch in the middle of the counter, back behind it. He spent the next few moments scanning beneath the counter for an alcoholic beverage of more... sophistication, perhaps some wine of some sort? Apollo didn't really know too much about booze, but figured he would look more sophisticated if he drank from a glass of wine. No luck though, not that he truly expected there to be any. The pseudo-sophisticate eventually settled upon a slightly vintaged bottle of whisky, likely kept by the now deceased owner for some celebratory event that would no longer be coming.

Apollo popped back up from beneath the bar just in time to see this Chimes fellow breaking his cane against the head of another ruffian. The wannabe mob boss smiled to himself a bit as he began pouring himself a shot of that whisky. He quietly listened to the masked man. He appreciated his... enthusiasm. His humor could use a bit of work, but perhaps that style suited such a gleefully dangerous individual like himself better than any other.

"Right well, I'm Apollo, and this here's my business partner, Sugar." Apollo gave a quick gesture towards his second in command before continuing. "Now, you asked for a game, yes? Well, do I have one for you..." Apollo tried to calmly down his shot, but nearly coughed it right back up and had to take a moment to retain his composure. That hit him a lot harder than he had expected. He was going to have to get better at handling his alcohol.

"Ahem... Where was I? Game, right!" He could tell this potential employee was not the most mentally stable, but that was fine. If his psyche was dependent on playing games, it shouldn't be too hard to manipulate him. "Let's you and me call this game 'Business' okay? The point of the game is to help me run the best business possible. First rule, protect the company's most important assets, namely me, Sugar, and our merchandise. Second rule, no killing unless you have my okay. Killing is bad for business, got it? Go ahead and beat anyone you want, aside from me and Sugar, to a bloody pulp as much as you want, as long as they don't die, and as long as it's not in public. That's rule three, don't cause too much of a stir in the public, that's also bad for business. Are we clear on those rules?" Apollo gave a smirk to Chimes as he poured himself another shot of whisky. Surely he would handle this one better.
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Her expression was kept carefully neutral aside from a small sound of surprise at her boss's sudden arrival. Holding her tongue as the prickly man rummaged through the bar until finding his desired drink of scotch. About to make a smart comment about the dive bar lacking a drink for his standards, until the sound of splintering wood made her grab onto his jacket sleeve in one hand and releasing it hastily the next, and her umbrella in the other. The alarm on her face was hastily packed away as the stranger dispatched a few select drunks with ease.


It's like watching an extremely loud train wreck right before your eyes

Sugar thought wincing a bit over the sound of...greeting from the masked man. Her relaxed posture tensed a bit at the boisterous actions of his arrival. Loud and unbalanced was never a good state to be in..it caused too many mistakes. Her history had taught her that valuable lesson so she kept her cool in combat, a few barbs here and there. The frenzied nature of combat would just allow a bit of her 'energy' out from time to time, leaving foes with a few broken bones are her calling card.

Thematic figures such as this had always set her teeth on edge, noise and confusion were their best weapons compared to her own personal style of barely restrained elegance and quiet. Given the physical strength the man had displayed and the waifish like body..his Quirk must have been behind it. Her expression was kept carefully neutral aside from a small twitch of alarm of her boss's casual attitude about the entire affair even pouring himself another drink.


Merely blinking at the stranger upon her introduction before sipping from her own drink. The grip on the glass, a bit too tight showing her nerves were wound up.A mere snicker escaped her at Apollo's failed bravado, scotch had always been meant to enjoyed slowly...unlike the vodka in her drink. Quirking an eyebrow up her boss's description of the 'Game', covering his key points in an efficient manner. While a pleased smile skirted across her face for a moment of the request of protection, putting her first before the merchandise. How sweet that may sound, until you get knocked on your ass because the thugs hired were scarecrows A bitter thought chimed it's way in her head as uneasiness curled in stomach as the mask concealed the man's face. It would be so much easier to read his 'behavior' if she could see expression instead of the skeletal mask shielding it.


Sugar merely blinked at the man again trying to get some hint of facial twitch. Her frustration at being unable to read an opponent grew as she downed another shot of vodka. While the comforting weight of her parasol was just enough to prevent her from asking her request to see the man's face. Negotiation had rarely been her best talent, so Apollo would be the one doing the talking it seemed.




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Chimes nodded on as Apollo described the rules of their engagement. So many other crime lords were stiff and serious about how work should be dealt, all but scoffing at the lithe gentleman at the mention of playing any games. But Apollo, yes Apollo understood his need. If life had no rules, where was the order? The civility?

Of course, he needed the rules to have an edge to them, for what was life without fun? Without challenging society once in a while?

"Protection duty, hmm?" The monster thought over, sipping on his whiskey a moment as he mulled the position over. "That's something a tad new, isn't it? The occasional hit or distraction is more my style, but I can get some good fun from this. Fear not Sir Apollo, you and Madam Sugar will be most well protected, along with your precious cargo. To be more precise, if so much as a grain of dust touches a crate, I'll saw my own arm off. After all, if I failed, how could we be brothers in arms? Hahahaha!"

Cackling a moment, Mr. Chimes finished off his whiskey, Sugar's staring catching the brute's eye a moment. She seemed uncomfortable around him, tense... no, it wasn't him. The way her eyes trailed, it was obviously the mask.

Thinking to have a little more fun, Mr. Chimes faced the girl directly, locking eyes with her directly as his voice changed tone to a more flat, yet still jovial, sort. Nonetheless, Chimes seemed to still be addressing Apollo as he said, "No killing is near a dull rule for me, but a stint in France taught me some senseless beating can have its moments too. As for causing issues in public, worry not. Believe me I say, no one but the blackest of souls ever heard of me."

Now indeed addressing Sugar, the dark creature stroked the side of his mask a moment before placing his right thumb on the inside and the other for on the outside, as if about to take it off.

"You know this is actual bone? Some fine craftsmanship really, none of that plastic or polystyrene garbage. Gets too stuffy... though sometimes even this..." M. Chimes lifted his mask forward but the tiniest millimeter all but at a snail's pace, before ripping his hand away sharply and continuing, "Alas, I come with a few rules of my own, you see. 1. No one gets to see this ugly mug." Standing up now, the brute leaned on the countertop with both hands and continued, "2. I am unavailable Tuesday to Thursday from 8am to 5pm, I do have a day job after all, though I do believe we will be doing most work during the night, so that matters little... Hmmm.... ah yes! 3. Let's keep dealings with the mob to a minimum shall we? I'm not entirely against them, more them against me, it'd be bad for business."

The crazed man seemed to take on a far more abrupt edge than before, all hint of a jovial tone gone from his voice. Grabbing one of the bar's supporting poles, the lithe figure spoke in a voice as hoarse and as dark as the night, "And last, but by no means least... NO ONE... TOUCHES... THE BOOK!"

A monstrous ripple moved through the thug's arm, the thin appendage ballooning to ten times its original size as a mountain of muscle threatened to tear the seams of his clothing, the fashionable wear barely holding containing the mass of power. The pole in the demon's hand was far less lucky, however, as it turned into splinters that now littered the bar's floor.

As suddenly as it happened, however, the figure's arm returned to its original state, Chimes resuming his quirky tone as he spoke once more, seemingly unaware of what he had just done, and ignoring the mass of eyes now on him once again.

"So, do we all have an accord?" The skeletal man stretched his hand out for a shake, being sure to make eye contact with both of his employers. The creature was practically itching to hear Sugar respond as well, the quiet ones always making him wary. They were always unpredictable, always planning something...
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Apollo listened closely to the tall skull-wearing man, while maintaining a composure as if he were not listening too closely. Like Sugar, the boss was tense as all hell. How could he not be? It would be child's play for the brute to kill him, he would get a bit scorched in the process, but it certainly would not be too bad, compared to what would be left of Apollo. Even with that knowledge though, the well-dressed redhead maintained an almost eerie aura of calmness when faced with the intimidating fellow that was Mr. Chimes. Apollo had always been good at appearing calm during moments of inner-turmoil.

Apollo casually chuckled along with his potential employee at the joke. Of course it wasn't funny, not even very reassuring, but it was always a good idea to play along with his sorts' jokes. If you didn't, it would make you seem tense, which is the last thing you want in this type of situation. However, Apollo is give a moment of pause when he turned to face his associate. Potential employee or not, the suited man would not stand to let any serious harm befall Sugar. She was much too valuable to him. "Ah, yes! Well, good to know we are in agreement of these rules." He spoke loudly, as if trying to pull attention back to himself instead of Sugar, to no avail.

Apollo cringed internally, silently fearful that something may happen to Sugar, but nothing did, and he allowed himself to relax once more, listening to the tall man's rules. He did nearly lose his composure as Chimes displayed his Quirk, but the businessman retained his calm act. "Well, I cannot completely guarantee that third rule. If the mob offers good business, we're going to accept it. Not doing so would go against the point of our little game, yes?" Apollo spoke as if the explaining of Chimes' fourth rule had not taken place, just as Chimes himself did.

When the skeletal man held his hand out for a shake, Apollo sat up calmly took it, giving him the shake he was looking for. "If you're fine with that condition on your third restriction, then yes, I would say we have an accord here." Apollo gave Sugar an insistent pat on the back and spoke to her through nearly grit teeth. "Right?" If Sugar somehow fucks this up for him, there would be major repercussions, as she would likely know. Dammit, Apollo should have known a masked figure would make the face-obsessed girl rather uneasy.
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A twitch of irritation passed over Sugar's face as the man's morbid joke. The mere thought of having to deal with an amputee during a crucial sale wasn't something that she looked forward to. Sure, there was a touch of dark humor in her occasionally, but business was something she took seriously when it came to combat situations. A few broken bones and bruised ego had taught her that lesson not fights were meant to be one and the occasional sacrificial lamb had to be offered. Merely nodding in agreement with her boss at her boss's statement of the rules.


While Sugar merely quirked up an eyebrow at the man's intense eye contact, feeling a small chill go down her spine from the gaze. While a visible grimace crossed her face at the near unmasking of the man, internally wishing that the unknown remained that way. Given the man's apparent reputation, bloody hands were mere child's play, something that was both intriguing and dangerous at the same time for the woman. Her grasp around the handle of her parasol tightened instinctively as her mind hastily filed away the fact to avoid the cursed book as much as possible. Everyone had personal possession that were off-limits to outsiders.. this apparent book was the single rule.


A faint look of recognition crossed her face at the man's passion for that single item. Although her nature was to be reduced to tears followed by violence if any ill-intentions fell on her collection...instead of the physical might of something splintering into fragments. A silence cheer of victory echoed at her correct guess at the the man's physical attributes changing due to his Quirk. Apparently, she was getting rather good at guessing them with two victories in her bag. Dangerous indeed as it was highly possible the strong man could easily go on a rampage without a second thought...


Her gaze flickered from the fragments of wood to her bravado boss and the waiting hand of the masked figure in front of her. Sighing at the insistent pat before lightly slapping her boss's hand away from her form before gathering her courage as her voice said drawling softly, irritation echoing in it "Of course boss, I don't need your pushing like a mutt.". Clearing her throat as her own hand grasped the masked man before boldly daring a request of her own "We will get along swimmingly..I am sure..On my condition that wonderfully crafted mask of yours remains on your face..". Leaning against the bar with a relaxed air "Some questions are best left unanswered wouldn't you say?".Like the face lurking behind the mask or the possessive book. Enough nightmares haunted her occasionally, a burned or extremely damaged face wasn't one she wanted to see in her reflection ever..

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"If the mafia is who we deal with, so be it, but don't blame me if they're unnerved by my presence. As for the mask, fear not, it shall stay planted where it is," Chimes said, his smile practically leaking into his voice as he spoke to and face Apollo and Sugar respectively.

Grasping both their hands tightly, Mr. Chimes stated, "Nonetheless, rules and formalities aside, I am beyond certain we will get along swimmingly, mark my words! The lithe figure stated as if fact, wrapping both his new partners in a hug around the neck before either could react and released just as quickly.

Humming a tune to himself, Chimes observed the stool he had been sitting on a moment, picking it up by one end and smashing the seat off on the counter. Now with a shoddily-made cane in hand, Chimes turned the splintered to the floor and turned to the door as he said,"Now, while I'm terribly sorry to cut this short, I have other matters to attend to this evening. If you need me, you have my contact information, or we could meet here next Thursday if that is to your liking."

Having referred to the business cards he had slipped into both villains' pockets, Chimes turned the door handle and led with his cane out the door before making an abrupt turn about and giving a short bow. "Regardless, I'm certain our first adventure will be... RIVETING! Ta-ta!"

And like that, the masked creature continued down the same path he had started on, a destination in mind and his heart giddy with ideas of fun and mayhem, Mr. Chimes disappeared into the back alleys of Tokyo. He couldn't wait to burst this town's bubble.

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Apollo grew ever so slightly upset with his subordinate as she batted his hand away and spoke to him in an irritating tone. He may just have to have a bit of a conversation with her when they get back to their warehouse home. However bothered he was with her tone though, he maintained his relaxed body language.

As relaxed as he appeared, he did tense quite a bit as the obviously dangerous man took both him and Sugar by the necks, and let loose a small gasp of immediate relief as he released them just as suddenly as he had taken them. Apollo quickly retained his lax attitude after being released, patting his own suit down and clearing his throat.

He managed to remain unflinching as Chimes smashed to stool he had been sitting on and sent splinters everywhere, including one that bounced off of Apollo's forehead. "Yes, yes, I will make sure to contact you when you are needed for a job. It is good to hear that you are not too against making business with the mafia. I am sure that even with your presence, I can manage to strike up deals with them." He gave the unsettling man a dismissive wave as he exited the bar.

When he was certain Chimes was out of earshot, he did turn to speak with Sugar. "I know, he's quite the odd one, but you saw what he's capable of. It'd be better to keep that sort of man, or... whatever he is, on our side. I expect you to get along with him. Besides, you know I won't let him touch a hair on your pretty little head." He straightened his bow tie before picking up the bottle of scotch, making sure to bring it along as he made his way back towards the door. "After all, I need your gadgets to make myself money." He made certain to go back on his seemingly affectionate statement he had previously ended on.
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Silent alarm bells rang in Sugar's head from the unexpected hug. Stunned from the shock at someone unfamiliar invading her space was unexpectedly. Her mouth only dropped open for a second as her brain scrambled to pull itself together while the vodka glass in her hand merely trembled for a second in reaction. While the shock wore off as the man's parting words felt echoed to her ears while a faint glare settled on her face at the sudden wood shaving in her drink. This was going to be a tough pill to swallow despite all the benefits that come with it.


Are you there God, it's me, Sugar Sugar thought as she hastily poured out the soiled liquor from the glass. While her sour expression didn't change as she merely agreed with Apollo "Well, obviously I doubt he would take being fired well. Given his dramatic reaction to being hired..I doubt his unemployment would be much better. Thinking more bloodstains..and broken bones..". While the trembling in her hand lasted for a few seconds as the vodka bottle's liquid sloshed over the glass slightly. Downing the shot to steady her shaken nerves before a familiar feeling settled in her stomach over her boss's word of protection; boredom, anger..and for some reason..hurt. A smirk settled on her face as Sugar merely snapped back "You never do either....in any way..".


Sugar had never been the best of friends with liquor as it made her chatty attitude..even less guarded emotions. The sound of breaking glass followed by her heels clicking on the wood floor as Sugar found herself doing a familiar task following the retreating form of her boss. What a good dog. Seems crumpet was right Sugar thought darkly. While unguarded anger flooded her gut at the dismissive tone in her boss's words, as Sugar purposely shouldered her way past the man, snipping bitterly "Of course, else would I be aside from a tool for your greedy ass..You think that..". Her tone dropped as the cool evening air slightly cooled the anger flowing over her.


The stars shined brightly despite the city's pollution as Sugar's boots clicked against the asphalt. Turning on her heel as a tight smile lined her lips as Sugar dismissively said "Never mind, I found someone recently, who appreciates me as a person". A bitter laugh came from her a second later at her current state of rather pathetic feelings "Shocking, how one night with a single person could make me feel MORE as a PERSON than I do in the TWO fucking years we have been..partners". Crossing her arms over her chest as Sugar blinked away the angry tears from her eyes focusing on the ground in front of her before remarking coolly "Then again, partners would mean being equals in everything. I can be a tool...Alex..but I am not one you can use and throw away...."..


Her words suddenly faded as her anger flowed away like a stream. Nervously chewing on her lip for a moment as the sudden realization of her words hit her full force. THIS was why she shouldn't drink around her vexing boss. Emotional drunk was her forte and one weakness that she just couldn't change. Although with Illium, the situation was vastly different, perfect strangers against two companions who knew which buttons to push.


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Apollo remained completely relaxed as he listened to Sugar's berating words. He wasn't sure where all these were coming from, but he certainly had a feeling. It seemed that his dear companion had spent a night with a stranger. A stranger who likely used pretty words to make Sugar feel wanted. Apollo knew well how those words worked like magic, after all he was quite adept in using them himself.

He kept his composure until he reached the car, he began to move his hand for the handle then noticed something. His hand, it was shaking. Now, why would that be? Only then did he realize what he felt in response to her words. One would expect anger from him, upset with being spoken to like that, yet what he felt was quite different. He found himself with a sharp sense of regret, with some feelings of being betrayed in there. Goddammit, where was this all coming from. As manipulative as he was, it seemed that he was not quite perfect at controlling his own emotions.

He let his hand fall back to his side before turning around to face Sugar, at first appearing angered, but upon closer inspection, simply seemed frustrated, but not at her. He was frustrated with his own emotions, which had also been loosened by the small amount of alcohol he had consumed. "Goddammit, I just... FUCK!" He turned and kicked his own car before slumping over with his head in his hands and elbows on the roof of the car. He was used to words being his only defense, and now they seemed to be failing him in the face of this emotional situation.

He stayed there for nearly a minute before speaking again, not looking back at Sugar as he spoke. "Listen, I am... well aware you are not a tool. You are not just a tool to me." He was speaking in a most pathetic tone, trying to maintain his cool composure and obviously failing. "Just... You know I am not good at being... genuine. I'm fucked up, alright?"

He could practically feel himself becoming more and more unhinged as the alcohol settled in his system. "I'M FUCKED UP, GODDAMMIT!" He kicked his sedan again, losing his balance and pathetically falling back on his rear. He kept his hands on his face as his beloved hat fell from his head, settling now on the ground next to him. "I... I started doing this because I felt like a robot. I wanted to feel human again... indulge in all those things you'd grow up being told not to do..." He brought his knees up against his chest and curled up, looking more like a tearful child than the ruthless business man he had been the past two years. "I failed... I'm still not a human, I'm some fucked up businessman. I can't see anyone as people anymore..."

He curled up more, hiding his head between his knees and placing his hands on the back of his head. The tears apparent in his voice. "Maybe it'd have been better if I just stayed a salary man."
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Guilt replaced the fading anger as Sugar watched the varied expressions pass over his face. It was a rare occasion to see her boss be this..emotional aside from the casual arrogance and pride. Her expression turned a bit worried as she noted the faint shake in his hand before jumping in place slightly from the sudden burst of anger followed by the abuse on the battered car. The poor thing had been through a bit too much in it's years of service. No words came to mind as from Apollo's genuine explanation and admission that she was worth more to him than just a tool. Thats what you wanted right? Now look what you did.. Sugar thought guilty as she winced with sympathy at the man's tone.


Taking a few hesitant steps forward as a soft smile decorated her face as the secretive man opened up just a bit more to her. While a soft laugh escaped as she merely cocked her to the side "I think everyone is a little bit fucked up in this world today.Really now, call me surprised to discover my boss becomes like a spoiled child when he drinks too much. Getting jealous over someone else using 'his' toy it seems.While being concerned about about his humanity. " .NOW this is really your FAULT Sugar scolded herself as she used the hooked end of the umbrella to dainty plop the dropped hat back on her sulking boss's head before chiming out "Nope. I think it's better you became Apollo. My ass would have been in some jail cell or worse if we never met. Whatever you see yourself as human or not. Your humanity is still something you really can't change. Some people are meant to be the means to an end...just not all of them. Think of that chess analogy you loathe so much ". Her tone took a teasing tone in hopes of drawing the sulking man out of his shell "Although, you can change from being the occasionally bastard partner who really shouldn't drink...into the partner I tolerate day in and out.


Offering a gloved hand to the man as accidental words continued to tumble out "Even tolerating in bed...". Cheeks streaked crimson as Sugar hastily scrambled backward with a hissing out "Fuck, drinking is not a good idea. At all, I mean we just had an actual cavity inducing discussion and hired someone who is off his rocker as a bodyguard. Oh that piece of shit car has to go, the boys should have gotten the SUV ready. Just don't have another..moment..please..". Her hands twitched around her parasol as her eyes looked anywhere but the form of her boss. Emotions were something she enjoyed toying with in others..just not when it came to people she cared for personally.


Settling herself by flicking open her cell phone as the dial tone finally clicked off "Come get the boss and I. Negotiation is done...what do you mean am I drunk. Just come fucking get us.." Sugar snarled before snapping her phone shut longing for her bed with each passing second. While her gaze settled on the car as she smiled "So, may I suggest we set this poor thing off with a final farewell..funeral pyre?".
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Sugar's voice was something distant in his mind at that point. He wasn't all there, he wasn't Apollo. His mind had wandered back to those days that he loathed to recall. Alexander was nothing, a salary man working day in and day out with no family to go home to or friends to go drinking with. His was a tale of wasted potential, such a powerful Quirk, but too afraid to use it, such an intelligent mind, caught in a world of cubicles. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Was that statement originally meant to not be sarcastic? Because if it was said seriously, then whoever said it was wrong, at least in Alexander's case. He longed to let go, to indulge in all of those unhealthy habits you're not supposed to do for whatever reason. He never got to though, Alexander was too weak, too timid. So he died, and made way for Apollo, the silver-tongued businessman who wanted nothing more than to enjoy life, at any means necessary.

Apollo's physical form seemed to suddenly calm as he felt the hat return to his head, having returned from the grim reflection upon his old life. Even if he had made the wrong decisions, even if Sugar was wrong in saying that becoming Apollo was a good thing, Alexander was not coming back.

He slowly pulled himself back together and stood back up with that relaxed composure of his. He stared at the sedan for a while and thought for a moment of simply selling it, but banished the idea from his mind. This damned sedan was the last possession of Alexander, one final relic of a dead weakling. There was no need for it any more. Without further hesitation, he opened the door, started the engine up, took one final look to make sure the way down the street was clear, and placed a convenient large piece of concrete that had chipped off the sidewalk on the gas pedal. He stood as the sedan slowly wheeled down the street. When it had made a good distance, Apollo's eyes underwent that familiar change before the vehicle burst into black flames.

Finally, he turned to Sugar with that usual look of superiority. "Like hell I'd have another moment like that. Simply a delusion brought on by the alcohol, I assure you. Do not read to much into it." He let out a sigh as his expression softened, morphing into a small smile that carried a certain warmth Sugar had yet to witness from him before. "I... do appreciate your concern though. It is reassuring that you do care about your boss." In his rush to pull himself back together, he seemed to have forgotten to wipe a tear from his face. He remained oblivious to it as he turned back to look at the burning wreck of a car still rolling down the street. "Also, don't mistake me for being jealous or something over you having some fun without me. Just don't forget who actually has your best interests in mind." What would normally sound like some form of threat came out sounding oddly genuine and affectionate, as though he did have her best interests in mind, which might just be the case. Apollo's goal was to enjoy life, but until now he seemed to have forgetten that having others to care about was quite important to achieving that goal.
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