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Once the office door was opened, he pulled Gemini inside and quickly locked the door. He knew they didnt exactly have a lot of time before he needed to go back out to man the bar but had Gemini not been so insistent on having some fun... well... easy enough to say that the experienced cowboy still had hard time saying 'no'.
He took off his hat and placed it on the rack before allowing a hand to coil around Gemini's waist to pull her body close to his. He locked eyes with her briefly before leaning in to place his lips over hers. Their kiss deepening as his other hand moved up the back of her leg under her dress to grab her ass cheek lustfully in his palm.
By Imouto Kanna
Name: Satō, Saki
Hero Name: (still deciding)
Age/Date of Birth: 14/August, 24th
Chosen Gender: Female
Weight: 98 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: White (with blue tips in Hero form)
Physical Description: petite. hair to above her bum. rosy cheeks. Wide hips/bum. Perky breasts. Skinny.
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Name: Cocoon
Quirk Details: The target is wrapped in a hard cocoon which invigorates them, buffing their quirk's ability depending upon how long is spent inside. While inside the target can communicate with Saki to let her know when they are ready to come out. Cannot be used upon herself. Cocoon wears of within 30 minutes after the target leaves the cocoon.
Quirk Strengths: Other's quirks can be buffed tenfold. Target takes significant reduced damage while inside the cocoon. Can be stacked over a short periods of time to get similar effect to a long stay inside within a 30 minute window (10 seconds here and there)
Quirk Weaknesses: short-medium range (further away the more strenuous it is on Saki). To get the most out of the ability the target needs to be inside the cocoon for a significant period of time. To keep cacoon up, Saki needs to use mental energy which requires some concentration- if her concentration is broken the cocoon is likely to be undone.
Personality, Traits and Abilities
Strengths and Skills: Saki is quick to pick up on new things, she has good stamina; can run long distances for example. Fluent in Japanese and English.
Weaknesses: Shyness can come off as arrogance/being cold. She is physically weak- e.i. she can't pick up heavy things.
Ambitions: Saki is a shy and withdrawn individual; she is hoping by becoming a hero she can open up more and make friends.
Hobbies and Interests: Video games, baking desserts, watching anime and reading manga, cosplay, flower arrangement, board/card/tabletop games, collecting butterfly wings, and Japanese calligraphy.
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious
Turn ons: humans, intelligence, friendly, easy going, humor, average to above average cocks, all breast sizes, slender to muscular men, tall
Turn offs: cruelty, overweight and obesity, laziness, overly large genitals or breasts,
Breast Size: 30B-C cup (between cup sizes)
Sensitivity: Very also very ticklish
Additional Sexual Information: Virgin; Saki is also willing to try many things as she is inexperienced
STD History: none
A sadistic smile twisted on Hunter’s lips as he watched the figure in front of him as they seemed to twist on the spot as if lost. To most people, the figure would be barely visible within the dim lighting of the abandoned warehouse as shadows seemed to cling to every surface, unyielding to the meagre light of the mid-afternoon Chicago sun that attempted to peer in through the murky windows. He tilted his head as he continued to observe the man. To Hunter, the man looked pretentious in a rather flashy looking blue and white costume that looked to be something one of those figure skaters would wear. It was skin tight, allowing Hunter to see the curves of their body. He had pale skin that almost seemed to glow, made even more noticeable by his pitch black hair. He had the haughty expression that Hunter had seen on many heroes before. The kind of expression that made him laugh. He watched from the shadows as the hero brought his hand up, a shard of ice appearing in his grip.
The man threw the shard, and Hunter watched the projectile as it sailed through the air, before impacting the wall of the warehouse, penetrating deep. It was also nowhere near him. Hunter let out a derisive snort before saying in an almost singsong voice, “Missed me~” He then laughed as the hero quickly turned towards him and threw yet another projectile. But he was too slow. Hunter was in his element, hidden within the shadows of the warehouse which were numerous and all he had to do was move along the shadows, quicker than the hero could run. He shifted until he was standing behind the man, who was completely unaware of the danger that lurked so closeby. He was a fool to have followed Hunter into the warehouse. When he had first confronted Hunter, he had claimed that he was going to bring Hunter to justice, to cash in the bounty that was on his head.
And yet the fool knew nothing about the prey he hunted. If this was the standard for heroes, then Hunter was sorely disappointed. This hero wasn’t as entertaining as he had been hoping. In fact he was rather boring, only able to fire these pathetic little ice shards that did no damage to him while he was in the shadows. At this point, Hunter was merely playing with the man. As silent as smoke, he emerged from the shadows before taping the man on the shoulder. Even as the man jumped in surprise, Hunter melded into the shadows, watching as the hero turned around and threw another ice shard that seemed to land where Hunter was however it wasn’t able to do any damage.
He laughed again, “You’re so God-damn pathetic. Are you, like… retarded, or something? I thought you were here to cash in my bounty.” Hunter laughed again, mocking the man as he quickly moved away so that he was behind the man again. He emerged from the shadows, bending over as he picked up a piece of wood which he then threw at the hero before shrouding himself in the shadows once again. The wood hit the hero on the head causing him to turn around and shout, “Come on out, you coward!”
Hunter couldn’t resist but to roll his eyes, or rather the equivalent of. This hero was beginning to really bore him. He made a tutting sound before he said, “You’re very pathetic, you know. You say that you’re here to collect on the bounty that’s on my head, and you can’t even hit me with the most basic of attacks. You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.”
“Shut up.” The hero snarled, “I don’t have to listen to this.”
Hunter emerged from the shadows in front of him, his upper lip curled in a snarl of disgust as he tilted his head a little, looking down his nose at the hero, “You know nothing about me. You just saw the dollar signs on my name, and felt the chance to give yourself a feel good wank like all you heroes do. You take down anyone that disagrees with you, and then stand around congratulating yourselves in one massive circle jerk. You’re just a bunch of liars that think of nothing but looking and feeling good. You don’t actually care about helping people and you don’t care about the people that you kill with your incompetence. You’re a bunch of hypocrites.” As Hunter watched, he saw the hero’s face twist in anger before the man threw another shard at him.
A tutting sound escaped Hunter as he once again blended into the shadows, causing him to completely evade the attack despite the fact that the shard struck with pinpoint accuracy. In a rather mocking tone, he said, “Let me tell you something, hero. When someone does the same thing over, and over again and expects a different result… that is the definition of insanity. That perfectly describes you… and the rest of your do-nothing organisation.”
“I’ll make you pay for that!” The hero growled before running towards where Hunter’s voice had come from. Hunter sighed a little before he moved behind the hero in a flash before he emerged from the shadows. The whites of his eyes had turned a solid black as his own shadow moved across the floor like a sinister snake. As it wrapped around the ankle of the hero, the man tripped and fell to the floor face first with a might crack as his nose collided with the concrete and snapped the bone in half. The man let out a scream of agony, but he didn’t seem to notice the shadowy hand that crept up his leg and torso before wrapping around his neck.
Hunter stepped up to the side of the hero, tilting his head a little as he looked down at the hero who twisted on his side to look up at Hunter as blood flowed freely from his nose like a river. The gangster smirked down at his victim and said in a mocking sympathetic tone, “This is the end of your career, I’m afraid.” The shadowy hand on the man's neck suddenly tightened, causing the hero to let out a choking sound. He reached up, attempting to claw at what was strangling him, but his hands met nothing but thin air. Hunter’s sadistic smirk widened as he said, “Just a few more moments, and it’s goodnight.” He squatted down, his gold and black eyes intent on the hero’s face.
The hero seemed to realise that these were the last few moments of his life. His blue eyes went wide with panic, the eyeballs bulging from their sockets. His mouth opened and closed, making him look like a gaping fish. His body twitched before he began to writhe on the floor in a pathetic attempt to escape the cold grip of death. But there was nothing he could do, and Hunter watched with a certain glee as the man's struggles began to lessen. His face had turned pale, as his lips turned a shade of blue due to the lack of oxygen. Hunter tightened the grip of the shadow, his own jaw clenching as he watched the hero’s eyes become dim before a lifeless look settled in them as his body went still.
Hunter watched for several long minutes before he reached forwards and pressed his fingers against the man’s neck, searching for the tale tell pulse that would indicate that he was still alive. When he could not find it, he pulled his hand away and stood up as his shadow retracted. With a blink of his eyes, the whites had turned to their normal colour. He kicked the body of the hero so that they were on their back before he spat on their corpse. This was not the first hero he had killed, and he felt no remorse for their death. After all, they had been the ones to come after him. Why should he feel bad about defending himself? Besides, he held contempt for heroes in general. He had not been lying when he called heroes liars and hypocrites. They were. All they cared about was making themselves feel good about themselves. It made him feel sick to his stomach because they dared to say that he couldn’t use his Quirk the way he did. Still, at least with the death of this latest hero, his bounty might increase which could mean more heroes will be coming after him. Which meant he could kill more of them and he quite liked that idea.