[color=gray][h2]Doombreaker[/h2][/color] Shortly after everyone had settled down, and Sealer got medical care, Harry went home as well as the others. Mizo went back to the hero commission sector where she operated to turn in her armor for the day, it was stored in a large, almost coffin shaped casing. When Mizo got into a more civilian look, she came out of the complex as little more than a tall, strong looking woman rather than a hero who could stare god in the face and make him blink. She wore a puffy jacket and jeans with a heavy looking backpack slung over her shoulder, walking home as the occasional small child waved at her calling her Doombreaker, they must've recognized her from the times she took her helmet off, and her scar gave her away a bit too. The hero was a completely different person from the righteous, armored beast she was while on the job. Now, she had a warm, peaceful look about her, even her hair looked different, it went down to her legs. Normally she kept it put up to prevent it from falling out. As she made her way down the sidewalk, few people even looked at her, which was fine for a hero off duty. The sky was clear, and everything in the city looked peaceful, like a large incident never happened. This was the type of thing Mizo took pride in, seeing everything at ease in a city where villains run around rampant, if it looks like nothing happened, thank the heroes. Shortly after walking for a while longer, she found herself in a more suburban part of Singapore where she and her parents lived. It was a one story flat in a small neighborhood, quiet and not too far from where she worked. That was all you could ask for, really. She pulled out a key and let herself in. Mizo would have the house to herself for the day, both of her parents were out working for a while longer, they weren't heroes, but they still had plenty of important things to do. Mizo thought about texting Mei for the 20th time about taking her out, but Mei was probably tired- they all were- from that foreign internship her dad took her on. It was getting late anyway. Might as well enjoy peace wile it lasted. [color=skyblue][h2]Penrose[/h2][/color] Penrose, too, was enjoying a day off the next morning, a little sleepy eyed in her apartment in the middle of Singapore. Dark coffee and a morning sun with the news from yesterday playing. A newswoman with literal clouds for hair, a mutation, was reporting on the aftermath of Dominatrix and the collapsed building. Doombreaker and Penrose kept civilian tension low, while Sealer personally incapacitated the raging villain was a trademark punch to the body. It made Penrose smile knowing that the younger generation of heroes had good heads on their shoulders, and while they were all no doubt waking up late themselves, they couldn't rest forever. There was always another villain to stomp. Penrose looked much less intimidating now then when she was on the job, her pale hair was fallen back to her shoulders, and she was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. She looked like she only crawled out of bed 10 minutes ago, she probably did, too. She looked like a high schooler at a sleepover with her coffee and her bedtime look. Surely, if someone like Chariot or, god forbid, Yi saw her like this, they'd never look at the knife wielding illusionist the same again. Granted, if they did, she'd use her quirk, and they'd want to forget. Talia didn't get out much on her days off, preferring to just enjoy the peace and quiet and occasionally have some time with some work friends. Of course, after a day like yesterday, no one really wanted to get out. It was peaceful. All was good. [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] [color=2a2e2f].[/color] Until it wasn't. [hr] [b][color=crimson][h1]The Ghastly Villain: Nightmare[/h1][/color][/b] [i][b]Hours later[/b][/i] A figure stood atop a building in the midday sun, hunched over, cloaked head to toe for sake of a skewed identity. Blood smeared across their burlap color attire in various places. Pale, bony white blades protruding down the pinky side bone of their arms, long enough to skin animals. A few of them had blood on them. At the ground stood a wounded villain, a lesser known one compared to names such as Zeal, or Chariot, but still a successful one in her own right. They were the number 23rd. Matterbender. She wore a tacky jumpsuit with what looked to be electrodes all over it. Matterbender's quirk let her telekinetically move anything she marked with physical contact, including people. Because of this, there were at least 20 combat knives floating over her head, pointed at the stranger. Matterbender was bleeding, and yet never could make contact with the elusive enemy. Her strength was fading. [b][color=crimson]"Give in. You have already lost."[/color][/b] A grating, unpleasant voice called out, like a hammer on gritty stone. [color=green]"Never!"[/color] Matterbender launched a volley of knives at the assailant, who didn't even attempt to dodge. Every single knife embedded itself into various places on the stranger's body, and they stood completely still. Matterbender looked in shock, especially so when they fell from the several story building, only to land upright. The knives appeared to be sagging in their impacts. [color=crimson]"Don't make this difficult."[/color] they growled, blood smeared all over their bright, white mask, its eyeholes blacker than the abyss. Matterbender stumbled backwards, growing weak from bloodloss. [color=green]"They'll find you...The other heroes will kill you..."[/color] [b][color=crimson]"They will try."[/color][/b] The knives in every corner of the hooded figure's body appeared to shrink and be swallowed up, they were melting and joining their body. This made no sense to the dying hero, who looked at her soon-to-be killer in confusion. [color=green]"Why...What did I ever do to you? I'm just a hero! I help people!"[/color] She screamed, though her voice was waning already. Her attacker said nothing for what felt like an eternity, no one was around to listen to this wretch beg for her life, or to see the dreary figure towering over her. [b][color=crimson]"You don't help anyone. You only make the pain deeper. That's what all of you do. You are not heroes."[/color][/b] There was no identity in the voice, only disdain. [b][color=crimson]"You are not the solution. You are not above the rest. You..."[/color][/b] The stranger reached to grip the center of their chest, as their brown cloak dissolved before matterbender, and the last thing she ever saw was the insatiable hatred of a thousand jagged mouths as she became nothing at the end of her sad, disgusting life. [b][color=crimson]"Are a disease."[/color][/b]