// I’ve decided I am leaving twitter. I apologize to anyone I have current/ active rps with. I just don’t have it in me anymore. Thank you for the memories ✨
@Aizawa_Shota__ “Very. Being loud and distracting is my specialty. Perhaps I can draw people away from the front and you can work on helping those inside?”
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Ryker shifted uncomfortably as he waited in the hero conference room, awaiting the arrival of one Shouta Aizawa. He didn’t belong here. He wasn’t a hero, but he was asked to assist on this one because he has valuable information.
@Aizawa_Shota__ “Sure. I’m quirkless, first of all. I excel at hand to hand and I have a tanto blade that I often use. I’m blind and deaf on the one side-“ he gestures to his gray eye. “But I’m pretty well adapted to that.”
@Aizawa_Shota__ He draws a map of the building layout while explaining what he can. He explains where they usually get their victims from, how many he has seen, and how many guys he’s seen. He can’t give an exact on anything except the layout and where they operate. But it will have to do.
And after hearing your voice, I can see why your name is on so many lips.” He mused, tilting his head to the side slightly. “It is nice to make your acquaintance.”
Ryker watched with interest, the way she was almost like a guardian to the place. He ordered a drink, nursing it very slowly as the night went on. He wasn’t much of a drinker, or even a socializer. He kept his eyes on her- not so much because he was a frenzied fan-
Ryker should probably revel in this feeling while he can. You only get to experience this shock once.
People get on with their dancing and drinking and just basic club things, but everyone is at a certain type of ease knowing Alex is the one providing the theme of the night-
He watched her make her way over with a bit of a grumpy look. Not that he was actually grumpy, he just looked like that sometimes. Call it a resting bitch face. He smiled easily at her, though.
“Well, I’ve never seen you preform. And I’ve heard you’re quite famous…
@Aizawa_Shota__ I can lead you there. I can give you the layout of the building. And I’m here to assist. But I don’t usually work with others or take on big groups like this. So.. planning is on you. What do you need to know?”
@Aizawa_Shota__ He sighed. This was… weird. And he didn’t like it. Maybe this was a bad idea? He should have just left well enough alone… Right?
“Well. Got a guy that’s head of an organized crime group that also runs a human trafficking ring on the side. Mostly young, even underage girls+
@Aizawa_Shota__ He shrugged, violet eye boring into the hero.
“Dunno. Isn’t that your speciality or something? I’m just here with The Who, what, where, and when.”
He shrugged, patting the blade at his side fondly.
“Ah. I hope there are no hard feelings? It wasn’t my intention to hurt you regardless. Threaten, sure, but not hurt.”
He huffed a laugh as he took a cigarette as well, lighting it up. He slipped the pack back into his pocket and shifted his weight to one foot, watching Worrick calmly.
No longer uttering another word, he only grunted, unperturbed by the glare sent from the blonde. Turning to step away and leap to keep watch among the rooftops, Worick was left with the unknown tag to his knowledge.
A chuckle left him, raising an arm to cup the back of his neck—
How to explain how he was able to easily hold his own against Nic? He simply shook his head and waved a hand dismissively.
“Ah, you know how it is. You don’t train hard and work hard in this world, you get killed. Just been training hard.”
@Aizawa_Shota__ Ryker folded his arms over his chest, staring at the hero. What in the world?
“…Got a human trafficking ring. I mean, the group is into organized crime anyway but.. From my understanding, it’s the human trafficking that we’re going in to take down.”