"So you know what to do right? Just see if he's in there talk to him get some info and come out no fighting, no nothing." Tsukauchi tells her as they stand in the police car outside the club, seeing a line forming behind a ruby red velvet line. Katsumi wears a baggy camouflage trousers with coal combat boots matching her black turtleneck top exposing her stomach.
"Then why bring me in on this? I thought I was arresting the guy." Annoyed, Katsumi drapes her arms around the top parts of the two seats once draped over the back seats as she sits in the back, leaning forward in the middle. Monika sits in the back with her annoyed while Tai sits in front with Tsukauchi at the wheel, eyeing the crowd.
"And you are if he's violent, we don't have a warrant yet so we can't…" Monika tries to warn her as Katsumi simply hears ringing, her coal crescents tapping against the top of the seat as Tai happily munches on his Takoyaki offering it to her but she passes silently raising her hand while Monika eagerly takes a piece.
"Right." Sighing, Katsumi gets out of the car adjusting her brown roots.
"H-Hey where are you going?" Mad, Monika calls out to the brunette brushing her off.
"Inside to do your bloody job." Bitterly, she sneers hands on her hips as she makes her way towards the line.
"H-Hey wait!" Monika calls out alarmed as the bouncer suddenly calls out to her making her turn towards the male easily lowering the red strap shocking the others until seeing him eye the assets below.
"Bombarda hold on!" Tsukauchi calls out worriedly but she ignores him.
"Oh boy…" Tai sighs leaning back in his seat, the pick in his mouth swiftly snapping as he furrows his brow at the leering bouncer but smirks slightly when seeing Bombarda swiftly strike him in the balls, causing him to come crashing down to his knees as she strides in, Tai dreading the fireworks that will no doubt erupt from the night to come.
"So this is it…" Katsumi arches a brow bored by the loud obnoxious music playing throughout the club as she saunters her way over to the bar, leaning over the bar counter, about to order only then to feel a hand on her back, a stranger's hand on her hip bare before the world.
"Well, well, well to think the Bombarda would come into my club what are the chances." Coyly, the male remarks eagerly eyeing her, he didn't look too important Bombarda noted making her scowl at the salt rubbed into her wound, this really was nothing…
"And what are the chances of some quirk amplifiers?" Sighing, Katsu decides to get down to it.
"You interested?" Eagerly, he asks her, he wears a silver and red pinned shirt with black sunglasses perched on his mousy brown hair, denim jeans and brown slacks.
"And if I am?" Smirking, she leans in her breath brushing against his flustered facial features.
"Heh, you always were the power sort. Nothing wrong with that. Come with me I'd be happy to supply you some." Approvingly, he wraps his arm around her slowly guiding her over as her eyes practically glare lasers at the hand around her waist. Well if that isn't convenient I don't know what is…Internally, Katsu deadpans at the moron before her as they make it a private booth of sorts where a slick silver briefcase is presented before her.
"So what do you think?" He opens it up revealing said drugs as Katsumi practically cackles internally at the moron before her.
"Well that's all I need." Smoothly, she takes out her phone taking photos of the man and briefcase.
"Huh? Wait don't tell me…argh!" Quickly, he catches on only to cry out as she swiftly slams her fist into his face, hearing the crisp crunch of bone as he is battered backwards onto the other side of the building, hearing the crisp crash of the glass wall descending down, shards scattered all over as the music stops and all eyes fall on her. Scared, the civilians cry out fleeing from the club, wanting nothing to do with the fight that will follow not that she could blame them only seemed fair she give the civilians a chance to flee and if some were involved, the police were no doubt waiting to catch those that were involved and have a word with them. Either way it wasn't her problem but what was her problem or well minor inconvenience would be…
"You're not going anyway!" Angrily, the henchman seethes snarling, his katana teasingly touching her cheek as she stands up sighing unfazed almost bored. She places the case down.
"Okay guys I'm only going to say this once we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Tiredly, Katsumi offers placing her forefinger upon the tip of the blade teasingly touching her neck, lowering it. She then clasps her hands together facing the armada of goons and lackeys, their guns and swords pinned upon her form. She should at least give them the option to back out…She already had enough paperwork to deal with as it was with the glass mirror, she didn't want to deal with the bodies then again since Tai asked her the paperwork would fall to him, it better anyway…
Katsumi furrows her brow at the small sliver of ruby red descending down from the small slit formed upon her cheek. She stares straight faced at the man and women, some with their quirks activated at her.
"Hard way it is." Disappointed, Katsumi sighs shaking her head at them almost as if she were a parent telling her children off as she leaps high up into air only then to slam her perspective down as a bright bang of light spews out from her hands, making them all cry out thrown aback by the sheer shockwave emitted from her single palm, some blinded, some wounded and some fleeing for their lives from the monster that is the pro hero Bombarda.
"We're not done here bitch!" Angrily, the swordsman from before bellows seething snarling as he stands with his lackeys behind him, their weaponed pinned on her.
"Ah cursing that's making me quake in my boots." Bored, Bombarda remarks.
"You…BITCH!" He snarls slicing, slashing at the open air as she easily avoids said strikes doing cartwheels of sorts as she does.
Is this what Hawks means when he says swearing makes it all the more embarrassing? Katsumi ponders to herself as she dives down elbowing the male in his torso making him gaps, salvia spewing out of his mouth. She uses the stun to grab him by the arm spinning him forward for her to raise her leg slamming her knee into his face, scarlet splatters stain the floor below as the swordsman crumbles, falling flat to the ground defeated.
Now then whose next? Eagerly, she slams her foot down on the unconscious mess smirking at the gurns each looking sheepish, scared by her come hither motion challenging them until another one arises, a bulkier one, the brawler she assumes as he roars charging at her. He reels his fist back only then to gasp. She easily grabs his swing, swinging herself on top. A gigantification quirk, seems only part at a time, that should be useful for more than just fighting. Slyly, Bombarda remarks to herself snickering internally.
She then uses said motion to flip him over onto the dancefloor where the shards from the wall impale him from the ground making him cry out. He tries to stand struggling to stand before crying out as Katsuki slams her boot down on his stomach making him cry out. She uses him as a platform, flicking her wrist using the explosion as a boost to make her way towards the DJ, firing out with his machine gun only then for her to raise her foot, slamming the DJ into the set below hearing the crisp crack of bone. She lands behind the slumped mess, grabbing his collar and slamming his head into the set below time and time again until tossing the DJ high into the air as explosions spew out of her hands, blasting the DJ away.
"That's it!" Angrily, the drug dealer roars snarling shakily standing horns spewing out of the pinstriped male's head as his feral fangs are revealed bare before Bombarda, charging at her. She swiftly grabs him by the horns, slamming her knees into his face once more, crimson comes gushing out of his broken busted nose as his head hits the ground unaware of the tall, towering figure behind her until she turns and…
"It's been a while…" Worriedly, Tsukauchi points out his fingertips tapping anxiously against the leather wheel of the car.
"She'll be fine." Fatgum sighs leaning back in his seat munching on his foot still staring ahead.
"You sure she's got this Fatgum?" Frowning, Monika asks him leaning over the seat to snatch another Takoyaki he offers.
"Do I? This is right up Kat's alley just you wait she'll be dragging back that guy just l-" Confidently, Fatgum beams brightly, confidence oozing out of him that is until the sharp slam of debris come crashing down, cement crashes down alongside shards of ice as a brown blur is thrown into the building behind it.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" The three perk up at the harsh screech, the battle cry as she is flung backwards before pulling herself out of the crater where she comes crashing down, prying herself out of the crater, craning her neck side to side, her raw reds blaring, blazing like a fiery flame. She uses her explosions throwing herself back into the nightclub as the three-sweat drop.
"Wha…what was that?" Shaken, Tsukauchi stares stunned, gawking, gaping at the destruction caused, noting the crowd forming around the place.
"That was your undercover agent." Annoyed, Monika remarks scowling snippily glaring at Fatgum smiling uneasily, a sweat sliding down his temple only then for them both to flinch from the boisterous boom seeing the explosion emit as a figure is thrown to the ground from it where standing before the defeated figures is the shouting blonde.
"Tsukauchi get your ass out here!" Angrily, Bombarda bellows as the startled detective squeaks out leaving the car, ordering his men who come rushing in arresting the men.
"What are you doing you were meant to be undercover!" Mad, Monika hisses at her, her face morphing back into a crab.
"Found our man. Oh also there's a toilet in the back if you want." Bombarda tries to be polite to Monika who falters from her words as she gestures to the back while Tai simply sighs shaking his head.
"For the last time I don't need to poop!" Angrily, Monika snaps slamming her foot down on the floor, her hands morphing into scissors scuttling from side to side as Bombarda simply stares at the girl lost.
"We don't have a arrest warranty on him!" Tsukauchi points out as his men arrest the others turning to scold at Bombarda.
"Well if you do a blood test you'd see he was taking trigger while also selling me some I have the case and am willing to testify." Truthfully, Bombarda offers lazily.
"…How stupid is this guy?" Tai blurts out shocked.
"Well stupid enough not to be the boss." Bitterly, Bombarda grumbles glaring to the side, crossing her arms over her chest annoyed.
"A good point there oh boy looks like we got company." Merrily, Monika beams brightly at the crowd forming, the flashes of lights of lights flashing making Bombarda groan, slamming her head into her hand seething, trying to handle her boiling blood at the sheer sight of the paparazzi, seeing the cameras pinned upon her. She glares at the sheepishly smiling Tai, looking away whistling innocently despite the death glare sent his way.
"Oh come on!" Frustrated, Bombarda bellows anger laced in her tone glaring daggers at the crowd forming, swarming around her and the others as the boss is arrested, taken to the police car, shoved inside to be arrested as the case concludes.
"We should celebrate!" Chirpily, Monika cheers swiftly changing her mood making Katsumi furrow her brow befuddled by the swift in mood, alarmed almost at the sheer speed of it all. She didn't really know what to make of the girl once they had managed to escape the scene having managed to leave the media to Tsukauchi to deal with watching on from afar as he smiles shyly at the cameras, the lights flashing blaring, blazing. A part of her surprised, impressed even to find him so patient despite the prying questions thrown his way.
"I have no choice do I?" Dejected, Katsumi sighs as she feels an arm drape over her looking up at the smiling blonde.
"Nope." Fatgum beams brightly down at her making her groan as next thing she knew she was thrown into the car, it went like a world wind as she now found herself sat on a barstool, staring down at the whisky before her, staring down at the cubes clinking seeing the ice floating upwards. She swirls the drink about watching Monika by her side hungrily gulp down the beer alongside Fatgum having a competition of sorts. She simply stares at the girl snipping at the open-air dancing about, her facial features flaring, blazing, burning. Her ears perk up once more at the liberation of her phone making her sigh placing her hand into her pocket pulling out the phone furrowing her brow at yet another phone call form chicken nugget. She swiftly declines said call seeing a whole bundle of texts popping up.
You were doing a mission?! I saw you on TV! You okay? Are you hurt!? Confused, Katsumi furrows her brow at the phone noting a fair few typos, seeing no space, no pause between the bubbled text making her scowl, not quite sure what to make of the texts and missed calls.
"Urgh…I should be getting back home." Politely, Katsumi tries to dismiss herself standing up.
"Oh come on! We should celebrate maybe with one of your dishes!" Excited, Fatgum offers as Katsumi sweat drops.
"I swear you're obsessed with my food." Frowning, Katsumi grumbles glaring to the side scowling. She didn't want to come here in the first place, her ears perk up at the sound of cheering, her nose twitching at the stench of beer heavily hanging in the air alongside noting the sticky substance on the counter below. She knew why they had stayed, Fatgum was worried about Monika, leaving her so drunk alone on Osaka streets, as a pro he couldn't let that happen nor could she anyway as a pro even with her having a quirk it wasn't a proper good quirk, not a good one for self-defence even if she were a police officer. It only made it all the more worst to think someone with a gun was roaming the streets of Osaka hammered. She would leave Fatgum to deal with the woman if he didn't have the keys to the apartment, she wanted to get home. But she needed her clothes, she needed her bag, she needed her things before she could return home. She had to go back soon, she was away long enough her reports from Kane and Haneul could comfort her only so much.
"I wouldn't be if it wasn't so good." Animatedly, Fatgum flushes heavily, his golds gleaming glistening making her grimace, steam spewing out of her heated features. He never understood how she could openly compliment people praise them like that she just couldn't, she wished she could, she would try but end up being tongue tied, her feathers raw red. She just couldn't, her teeth would chatter, she'd feel as if she were chained down as if she was letting him win. Sure she was praised as a kid for her quirk and at first it was great but overtime when she realized her quirk's potential it became numb to her the praise she hated it. They had no idea, no idea how harsh it was having such a quirk sure it wasn't like other life.
"Stop with the compliments its weird." Fed up, Katsumi snaps slamming her glass to the ground, a faint tint of ruby red crossing her cheeks.
"I'm not stopping until you get used to it." Determined, Fatgum winks mischievously at her.
"Urgh…" Groaning, Katsumi places her hand over her head.
"To a victorious capture!" Cheering, Monika declares raising another refilled drink to the high heavens. Katsumi's eyes widen alarmed as she sees the girl's chair swing from side to side her tipsy state about to trip her up. She lunges over quickly fixing steadying the seat for the girl to continue her little dance of sorts.
"We only captured the main dealer for that area, it wasn't the one producing the stuff." Sternly, Katsumi reminds the two, they didn't really do anything in the end he'll be replaced, and it'll continue on this endless cycle of amplifiers will never end, they didn't do anything really…
"Hey that's still something, one step at a time Katsumi." Gently, Tai places his hand on her shoulder squeezing her shoulder making her sigh, his gold gently staring into her tired ruby red, seeing her furrowed frown, seeing the dissatisfaction in her ruby red hues. He knew how she was, he knew she felt guilty, he knew that a part of him felt guilty for inviting her. But he needed a heavy hitter, and he knew how Bombarda was, she was powerful, she wasn't the number fourth hero for nothing.
"Hmm…huh?" Bombarda blinks taken aback when feeling a ghostly touch gently brush against her cheek, making her furrow her brow at the faint flutter, where before both blondes is a flimsy feather of ruby red.
"What is…?" Lost, Tai begins brow furrowed at the sight.
"A….feather? Oh no…" Katsumi groans, hands down in horror, feeling nothing but dread flow through her veins.
"Heyo!" Happily, the voice bellows calling out as a gloved hand is raised high in the air just as Katsumi flinches from the chirpy voice feeling nothing but dread drench her facial features from the pro hero Hawks…
*Guess who's back...back again.*
