Vale City. One of many, yet none were quite like it. In this city was a club in the process of opening for the night. Like most nights, Junior Xiong was doing his rounds before going to his normal spot behind the bar.
He checked up on the Music, D34DGR1MM was ready to play his tunes. Check.
Junior checked on the booze. Plenty for a wild weekend. Check.
Finally Junior checked on his Security team. The Malachite twins were ready to do their rounds in the club, and the head of security was… late. Again.
Outside two engines rumbled as they both arrived at the same destination. One belonged to a yellow and black motorcycle called Bumble Bee, the other belonged to a Blue ATV with black lines running across it called Wave Crasher.
The rider of Bumble Bee stepped off the bike carefully however had to dodge the rider of Wave Crasher who sprinted by as he threw on a blue long coat with a raised collar. She saw on his back a metalic, almost cobalt in color, rectangle.
Junior sighed as he got ready to get behind the counter and call the head of security. The kid was probably running late because of his roommate. However he was interrupted by this action by said kid running into the building.
The kid ran into the back and clocked in for his shift, exhausted he dragged his feet out of the back room before nearly collapsing once he sat down at a barstool.
Junior chuckled and ruffled the kids silver and blue hair, much to his chagrin.
"So, I'm guessing Maroon was keepin you behind to help him with his bar?" Junior said as he sat down next to the kid who sighed into his hands.
"Yep." The kid said.
"So I would be correct in guessing that's why you're wearing that shirt?" Junior said pointing at the kids shirt, confused as he looked down.
"What do you mean? This is my fav-"
"Gotcha." Junior said as he flicked his nose.
"Oh yeah, the great Xiong tricks a teenager, story of the century." The kid says as he sees a bartender walk by and grabs his attention. "Hey Pastel, mind grabbing me an electric?" He said as the bartender nodded and walked over to a fridge and pulled out a soda bottle.
The bottle cap popped off and the bottle was slid over to Sapphire Richard Violet. However, most people just called him Saph.
Saph caught the bottle with a soft clink and a somewhat soft thud. The sound of whirring gears was heard as he gripped the bottle with his prosthetic arm.
Using his other prosthetic arm, Saph fiddled with a coin he had in his pocket.
Junior chuckled as he got up. "Well kid, so long as you know what you're doing, I'll let you get to your job. Before I do actually. Hottie blonde, 7 o'clock." Junior finished and had Saph turn around.
He saw a girl around his age walk up to Junior. She was just slightly shorter than he was with hair almost as long as her torso. Ofcourse, like Junior said, she was blonde. Saph focused on her eyes and saw lavender.
Junior leaned against the bar counter and scoffed at her. "Aren't you a little young to be out clubbing blondie?" Junior said snarkily.
The blonde raised an eyebrow. "What about him? He's the same age as me." Nodding her head at Saph.
"I work here." Was the silvettes response.
"Plus, aren't you a little too old to have a name like Junior?" she said approaching the older man.
Junior got somewhat serious as he felt the air around her change. "So you know My name. You got a name, sweetheart?" Junior asked. He heard Saph inhale through his teeth knowing Junior made a mistake in the conversation already.
"Oh I got a lot of names. Several. But instead of Sweetheart, you can call me, Sir." Yang said as she gripped Junior by the balls, causing Saph to groan at the pain he knew Junior was feeling.
"People say you know everything. If that's true, tell me where she is, and I'll let you go so you can have kids." The girl said as she pulled out a scroll and pulled up a photo of a woman.
Saph drank more of his soda as he tuned out the club around him, as well as Junior's whimpers of pain, and thought back to earlier that day.
Saph had been waiting for this letter for weeks, and finally it was here. He ran into the shared living room. Maroon was watching tv and glanced at Saph and back to the tv. Before his eyes widened in surprise as he saw the letter in his hand.
Saph cheered and Maroon already knew what that meant. He pulled out his phone and left the room to make some calls.
Saph however did a victory dance as he held his acceptance letter into Beacon Academy. Maroon laughed from the other room as he saw his roommate dancing.
Saph finished his drink and rested it on the counter as he finally tuned back into the club. He turned around to see most of his co-workers knocked out and bloodied.
The cause of this was the blonde who had been gripping Junior by the balls. She was fighting the malachite twins and was winning.
Saph rose from his seat as Melane hit the floor.
The only two standing combatants on the Club's side was Saph and Junior who was going to get a second wind, however he saw Saph and rested his weary bones and balls.
Stepping over D34DGR1MM, who had also been knocked out, Saph stood in front of the blonde.
"So it's down to us." Saph said calmly as he pulled out his phone and shook D34DGR1MM awake and had him connect it to the speaker system. Giving his thanks Saph asked for him to play a song for the fight. He chose Silver Bullet.
"Guess so. But I would feel bad if I beat up a face as cute as your's. So tell you what bluey, if you just give up, I won't beat you into a pul-"
"FUCK THAT!" Saph shouted as he dashed at the girl, letting some anger out.
The two engaged in close quarters melee combat as she blocked his hits. He kicked, punched and even headbutted her, however it only assisted in pissing her off even more.
With another roundhouse kick being thrown her way, she grabbed him by the leg and tried to throw him. However his arm hissed as he went up into the air. His right hand shot out and latched onto the floor with a steel chain keeping him attached.
He reeled himself back in and grabbed the blonde by the head with his legs before flipping her over with his weight and kicking her square in the chest. She flew away from him and into a nearby wall.
She got up from the attack and dusted herself off. "Cute, and a good fighter. Such a shame." She teased as she got her twin shotgun gauntlets ready to fight.
"Well, Queen of the ball grip, I am flattered at your flirtatious flirting, however your flirts have no fucking chance against me." Saph joked back as the blonde returned to the dance floor.
They began to circle around each other, like sharks in the water.
The Blonde went in for a solid jab, however was blocked by that metal rectangle she had seen on his back from before.
The clash made a resounding CLANG throughout the club. "Nice try." Saph taunted.
The rectangle began to mecha-shift into a weapon of its own.
Now in his hands, Saph held The Ocean Blue in its melee form. A one sided battle ax with thrusters on the other end. "But mine is cooler." He taunted again and swung the weapon at her, the thrusters on the back fired up and helped increase the strength behind the swing.
It connected and knocked the wind out of the blonde.
The Music in the background changed from Silver Bullet to Devil Trigger.
Saph glanced at D34D who gave him a thumbs up.
Saph responded in kind and returned to the fight.
The blonde had gotten up and dodged Saph's next swing. Instead using the knockback of the shotguns to send him away.
Saph recovered mid-air and saw that she had launched balls of fire at him. He spun the ax in his hand and blocked the balls of fire. He landed with a heavy thud and pressed a button on the ax. It began to mecha-shift into a different weapon.
Going from Melee mode, The Ocean Blue was now in Grenade Launcher mode with the Brutal Shot, as Saph dubbed it.
He launched a barrage of bombs, all with eyes and sharp teeth drawn on.
The bombs collided with fire balls as they exploded and created a smoke screen.
Saph mentally cursed as he couldn't see the blonde. He was finally able to see her too late as he recieved an uppercut and knocked away from his weapon and into the bar.
The blonde peeked over to check on him as his blue accent began to move, as if energy was flowing through it.
"I can't believe it. No one's pissed me off enough to make me use my semblance. At least, not for almost a year. Until now." Saph said as his aura flared up.
The blonde waited, as she heard the music fade out and only heard the sound of water dripping from the broken pipes inside of the bar counter.
The music faded back in with a new song on the playlist. Now playing I Burn.
The water dripping began to increase in speed before the pipes began to gush water. They flowed from behind Saph and to the blonde.
They stopped in the middle of the air and formed fists.
Saph got up from the ruins of the bar counter and cracked his knuckles.
The two giant fists swooped down and began to beat down on the blonde. The water got onto her precious hair, which pissed her off enough to use her own semblance.
She grabbed onto one of the fists and threw it into the other before dashing at Saph, who was unprepared for this.
He saw her aim for his face and he blocked with a cross guard. She stopped before going for an uppercut to his gut.
"FUCK!" Saph yelled as he got the wind knocked out of him, and his aura broken.
Saph got hit so hard he flew through the walls of the club and outside onto the ground. He hit the concrete road in a heap.
Still conscious, he started to stand back up to get back in there and either fight, or at least perform damage control.
However he looked up and saw the blonde standing in front of him. "Oh great. Come to knock me out too?" Saph said snarkily.
The blonde responded by bending down and kissing him on the cheek before walking away to her bike. "It was a fun fight. Let's do it again some time." she said and drove away.
Saph sighed as he finally got back up and into the club, limping as he did so.
Once inside, all of the people who had fought were tending to their wounds and wounded pride.
Junior saw Saph pick up his weapon and shift it back into its carry form, and placed it onto his back.
Junior walked over to Saph and the two sat down at what was left of the bar.
"I quit."
"I don't blame you."