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It was a simple plan, really. To surround the enemy's encampment and prevent any escape was the mere basics of assaulting a fortified location. Had the encampment been less fortified by the thicket, it would have allowed the enemy to 'escape'. In turn, they would be attacked by a cavalry charge. But tactics didn't matter for this disparity of skill. As proven by their previous encounter, the bandits would have been a joke; mere fodder was to be cut down in order to reach the bandit king. Throwing one's unit at an encampment would, with this difference in power, most likely be akin to a group of men stomping on an ant's nest. No strategy was needed for overwhelming force.

She already had two people interested in joining her group. The mad bomber and some knight. The bomber entered with... less enthusiasm than a soldier would have. The choice in party didn't matter (it didn't for all of them, really) to her. The knight was slightly more interested. He wore a set of bum-armour. As if scavenged from a hedge, it was storied with marks of battle, only to be repaired. The armour was older than him.

Well, she didn't really have anything to say to them. Only two words escaped her mouth:

"Let's go."


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There was no world-changing revelation nor was there fanfare. All that came from the cold denouement was a feeling of disconnect. Rage, fear, sadness, joy, nothing could be felt by Marina. The only thing she possessed at this time was a foreboding sense of emptiness. She was nowhere close to completing her goal. The act of taking a life didn't weigh on Marina. Her split-haired killer especially; his life was nothing more than retribution for what he had done.

Her body didn't hurt. No, the adrenaline kept her mind off the pain. No, it wasn't the adrenaline. She was far too calm for it to be that. Even if her nose was bloody and her ribs cracked, she still took Yasuo's hand. What Marina had done there was what she felt like she needed to do. Yasuo had said something about a new face. She stifled a chuckle as best she could. At a time like this, literally getting a new face... She could do it. Really, it was the first emotions she felt since she ran out of galaxy. A brief smile cracked her blood-covered jaw. She was glad to have Yasuo with her. But right now, she just needed to run.
yowch aria getting the "i guess you're good enough"


Well, that was easy. Her adhoc interrogation worked pretty well. The words of a bandit weren't to be trusted, but simple hints about what was coming were always useful. The bandit that feared for his life was fine now. At least from dying in the battlefield. Unless a more utilitarian and morally ambiguous knight decided to... thin the herd, he was now the kingdom's responsibility. What was important, however, were the actions of him. Instantly, he belittled Aria's years of battlefield experience. It was easier to catch flies with honey, but she wasn't trying to catch a fly. She was trying to get information out of a murdering thief. He even called her 'little lady'. Aria was taller than him! If there was a manlet here, it was this ganglion who was unable to crack 6". Now, he was on Aria's list.

Slimy bastard.

Well, no sense jeopardizing a mission to get even. That would come later. Now was the time to advance. After all, if the bandits wouldn't return, ye olde king would have a great reason to run. Though, the strength of Jeremiah was the big question. If he was able to beat so many of the king's men with the help of dozens of useless bandits, then he was either one of two things. If he was able to kill people so fast, then he would have most likely been a mindless brute that could cleave entire legions in twain. In that case, he would probably have some immunity or resistance against being cut. All that meant for Aria is that her spear had an even larger target to pierce.

Well, it was better not to get too caught up in theory. Now was the time to march and dethrone a bandit.
if this is a bit much in any respect, tell me. i'd probably use my backup concept instead, since this character is ENTIRELY MAXIMUM IN EVERY



SHITPOSTING BEFORE I EVEN GET AN OUNCE OF CHARACTER WORK DONE


The Sharkman had asked Quinn a 'friendly' question. A simple how have you been. Well, the gesture was weird. They were villains bound by a common goal, not friends who entered summer camp. He had inquired about Jackie and asked her if they were to break out the chainsaw freak. Probably not, Quinn thought. She gave him a nonverbal shrug and lightly shook her head. Really, if Sharkman wanted to break her out, that was his prerogative. Quinn didn't feel like risking her life for Jackie, though. Muscle was, as always, a dime-a-dozen. A brainless brute was easy to get and use. Just point them in a direction which they can smash, then accept whatever happens. The others should have known this. Noxious, however, gave them their next job.

They were to bust out Sana. That was the next job, anyways. A simple prisoner transfer to be ruined by the gang with the assistance of fresh blood. Noxious herself wasn't coming, which meant that one of them would have to fill in the gaps. Someone would have to lead a group of... three plus the fresh blood. Between Dean, Ryan, and Quinn...

Well it wasn't going to be Ryan.

And with the (only temporary) losses of the chainsaw wielding freak and the burnin' bitch, their new allies had arrived. Whatever was Noxious recruitment technique, it worked. Really, had she not been a crime boss/supervillain/all-around baddie, then she would have made for an excellent recruiter. With them entering, Quinn silently judged them the same way that she silently judged her teammates.

First up to her proverbial chopping block was a woman that seemed to learn to walk at Jeffery Dunningham's school puppeteering. Her costume was... something. The best thing Quinn could say about it was that she had an idea of what she wanted: an aesthetic. While Corvus wore his suit, sharkman with his cringe inducing weebshit, and herself with reinforced punk aesthetic, the marionette had a black combat dress. Well, at least it had a little white on it. Showing up to bombings like you're dressed for goth prom night.

She had entered with a movie-like entrance. She employed the old trope of entering the scene with something perfectly timed to say. White vaudevillian as hell, it was also incredibly sad because Quinn could guess that she was just standing outside waiting for the perfect time to enter instead of actually being a normal person. Well, asking a bunch of villains to be normal was a bit of a high standard. Her name was Marionetta and... was a marionette.

Man, she could have at least entered with a gat or something. That would have made things interesting.

The second (and by extension, last) person to enter was a touch more interesting. He was high energy; wheezing and dying from running whatever distance, but still trying to make jokes. Well, Quinn liked his effort. At least he wasn't super serious to the point of being a bore, while not being silly enough to make Quinn want to disassociate with him. As far as his entrance was concerned: 4/10.

Which was pretty good, considering how the highest in the group was a 6.

Noxious, like a suburban soccer mom who drank enough wine and popped enough xannies to kill a horse, gave up on trying to speak to Wonderland. The plan was simple; helicopter like before, stop the convoy, get Animus, then get the hell out of dodge with a living flamethrower in tow. Pretty simple stuff; it was like taking candy from a division of police and prison guards devoted solely to preventing extremely dangerous criminals from escaping.

What was interesting was that Quinn was the leader. Bestowed upon her was the title of team leader. It was her job to make sure that their motley band of misfits and sociopaths would complete the mission. Well, now wasn't the place to waste time. They had to yeet into a helicopter and stop the transport. Well, quick introduction time and planning. She could go over the specifics in the helicopter ride.

"Well: Corvus, Sharkman, Anarchy Red," she said as she pointed to the names she had said, "together we form Animal Planet. Don't ever call us that or acknowledge the fact that we all have animal quirks. So a convoy is pretty hard to stop. They travel across mostly empty roads from prison to prison but this one's cutting through the city, they're heavily guarded and armed, and one wrong move murder an entire bus full of people. Usually, convoys move at an uncomfortable and unstoppable 30 above posted speed limits, but they can't do that since they're in the city. Ask me anything about what we're going to do. Otherwise, it's just easier to tell you all your roles when we're in the chopper."

She paused before looking towards Corvus.

"Say, how attached are you to your birds?"
hi dad
Arachne || Judith Astera



Huh. Did that boy just 'strong independent woman' someone? Wait, that wasn't important. What was important (and considerably more interesting) was what happened. While Judith had heard a few things through the grapevine of what happened, getting the stories firsthand made the picture considerably clearer. The information that Eira had given out, unfortunately, had not been something that Judith could shed a new light on. She did know a few people that might, though. Emphasis on 'might'. The people who she knew weren't exactly reliable.

The entire internet searching of the guy wasn't going to go too hot. After all, properly using a search engine was an art form. Searching up 'bird' 'man' 'group' was infinitely more likely to show the hottest new k-pop sensation of bird quirk possessing superstars instead of a villain. Same with 'scorpion' 'girl' 'stinger' 'venom'; there was a better chance of spotting a local news article of "family shocked that girl who played with scorpion gets stung". Point is, the boy needed to empower his search with quotation marks, ORs, "-"s, and possibly even Around(x). Wait, that wasn't the point at all. He was right. Actually going and investigating would be considerably more helpful that just lazing around and doing nothing.

"Oh." Judith's head lazily straightened. "I think I miiiight know some people who can help~" She paused to find a perfect reason to third-wheel a random couple. "You'd prob-ab-ly get in trouble for going into a daaangerous area with just one person, so I'm coming along too~. Let's see if we can't fix everyone's sourness~"
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