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nexus_crossings2022-03-06 11:42 pm
callmekacchan) wrote in nexus_crossings2022-03-06 11:42 pm
Hope this setup is okay!
Katsuki is not having a good day. He was right in the middle of chasing after a villain when he ran down the alley between two buildings and came out the other end to find himself here.
The people around him were trying to be helpful. But he wasn't really making it easy on them. His mood was souring more and more by the minute.
"I don't care about your damn pamphlets! Where'd the guy I was chasing go?? Someone had to have seen him, right?"
The people around him were trying to be helpful. But he wasn't really making it easy on them. His mood was souring more and more by the minute.
"I don't care about your damn pamphlets! Where'd the guy I was chasing go?? Someone had to have seen him, right?"
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"They even gonna let me in then? I'm not old enough to drink."
That could throw a wrench in those plans fast.
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"If I can look this good at age 248, I doubt they'll keep you out just because you look a little young. Just don't go advertising it and you'll be in the clear."
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Yeah. Katsuki is still firmly in the 'this place sounds hella shady' camp.
"Follow up before you suggest it, but if they do there's no way in hell I'm getting a fake ID."
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"Come to think of it, I think there's more to it than just the bar and the arena. It's just that's where I spend most of my time. It's over in the Downtown district. I'm probably making it sound worse than it is really. Most of the sparring with house rules is point sparring and only with the weapons they provide, but they do offer some custom bouts for those like myself who find the basic rules a bit too... tame..."
She shrugs a bit.
"Oh, and I think there's some kind of nightclub downstairs too. I was down there maybe once, and I wasn't in the best of places mentally so it's... kind of a blur."
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"What about quirks? Those off the table?"
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She grinned, thinking back to a few of the fights she's had in the past.
"Definitely some good times for sure..."
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And if it's not what he's after, he'll just leave.
He realizes he hasn't even exchanged names with this strange woman. Not that he's likely to use her name. He doesn't really do names. He does ridiculous and often offensive names. He's affectionately dubbed his friends things like Shitty Hair and Dunce Face.
If she's going to be his sparring partner, she'll need one. To separate her from the extras.
"Anything else I should know before I get back to looking for that cannon-faced lowlife?"
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"Not really, I've gone over most of the important parts already. The rest I'm sure you'll figure out on your own, though I'm curious, what exactly did the person you're looking for do to get you on him in the first place?"
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"Well if he reacted to getting caught robbing a merchant with immediately putting more people in harms way, it's clear he's not very bright. The smart thing to do would be to lay low and slip away, or barring that just deal with the fallout. It'd likely be far less extreme than the punishment for endangering so many others."
Tilting her head a bit, she gave him a slight grin.
"Besides, if he's that prone to outbursts, I'm sure he'd make an even bigger entrance than you did with all your yelling. The anti-violence field should keep him from causing too much trouble if he did end up here though, all things considered. At worst maybe just giving anyone in earshot a slight headache."
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Fangs, he's decided as his eyes linger on her smile. He's going to call her Fangs.
"No telling. Even if he can't directly attack anyone, if he can still use his quirk he could make a mess. Mine's still active. His might be too."
He pulls his mask back into place and checks his gear as he talks. Making sure everything is good.
"I'll take a raincheck on that sparring offer. Gotta get back to work right now."
He doesn't wait for a reply. He walks far enough away from her to make sure she won't be in the way and then he's aiming his palms at the ground and using very carefully calculated explosions to launch himself skyward.