Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2019 0:30:48 GMT -5
An enemy of Hero Society lingered in the skies above Tokyo that day. A foe of the most nefarious kind; one that cared. Even as the plane began its third and final approach loop the small crowd had already gathered. There were so few, all told, who had taken notice of this danger. A paltry two pro heroes had been dispatched to keep an eye on things. The government did not sense the threat, it did not pick up on the danger. Why would they? The people were happy with what they had already, right? The truth was it did not matter anymore; a plague bearer was in their midst, it had stepped onto their soil, and it could only spread its blight until all were either consumed or it destroyed itself.
SKREET! SKREET! SKREE EE EE EET!
The wheels squealed against the tarmac as the plane touched down. The private aircraft a small and very temporary gift from the Ueno foundation. They expected this show of power to be one small addition to the shows of power that their new matriarch would put on. Beyond the black and steaming ground, the crowd of protestors that had been split in half surged forward. Some bore signs demanding that 'dictators in training go home' while others blasted the Japanese government for not heeding the rights of Quirk Users more. Others simply carried signs of a more personal variety; "Bathed in her light." and "Down with the Shiny Bitch." were two of many.
Aboard the plane, white hair danced and a near-transparent veil flowed around a white dress. Dark skin shone behind it, accompanied by the faint white lines of tattoos that stretched across her unblemished body. In her right hand, a black bouquet of roses. A quiet accusation leveled at Japanese Heroes, she'd made it quite public that she believed members of the Japanese Pro Hero society were responsible for the deaths of her two wives and much of her family back in Mumbai. To her left and right, the assigned bodyguards moved to open the door to the aircraft, the shouts and cheers greeted her like a wall. In silence, the woman in the white veil held up the black roses and cast them onto the Tarmac ahead of her. None saw the small wince of pain as the skin on her chest split, light pouring out of it in a demonstration of power.
And then a knife leaped from the crowd ... and stopped in mid-air.
Multicolored light clasped around the knife, the thin handle and long blade trembling against some greater force. The woman reached out and took it in her hand, examining it. Nearby the pro heroes could only shake their heads in frustration. The supporters of the woman shouted and cheered, jeering at the protesters for attempting such a thing. A policeman tried to work his way into the crowd of protesters but to no avail. More shouting, angry voices rising again, and then another voice broke out over the others, aided by a device held in her hand.
"I am Ueno Prisha Eta. I am metahuman. I am here seeking justice for my family and for all of my brothers and sisters who have become more than homo sapien," She said, holding out a hand to those gathered. "Do not be afraid. I am here now, and I love you as a mother, a sister, a lover, and a friend."
Silence fell among the protesters, watching in awe as the glowing woman stepped down from the plane, handing the knife to one of the officers and asking him kindly not to press charges. From there, she was escorted in silence to the nearest vehicle, her guards taking point as she got inside and was driven away.
Ueno Prisha Eta stepped lightly when she got out of the vehicle in front of the hotel. To her relief the press was minimal at best, only an eccentric few really had taken the time to come out to protest her arrival to Tokyo. The Japanese Government had yet to take her seriously. That was fine, she did not care much for arousing suspicion. It was too late after all, she was already here. If they had any sense they would have barred her visa but now that she was on Japanese soil, her relation with her father was all she needed to argue native citizenship. A small smile crossed her lips. Step one was complete. On to step two.
The hotel was as immaculate and stupendous as she had initially expected, an easy comparison to one of the finest back home in Mumbai, but with a lot less gold decor. It seemed that the Japanese preferred a sleek, minimalist look as a sign of wealth and privilege. That was good, she could get behind that if she were honest. The endless boorish physical signs of material wealth made her stomach turn. She could enjoy such things once she'd achieved her goals. For now, this was more than enough.
She stepped through the main entrance into the lobby, an attendant going to speak with one of her bodyguards and get the room situation squared away. She, on the other hand, scanned the room, deep crimson eyes taking in every detail she could find. Her eyes weren't as well trained as the best of the best, but she had enough skill to pick out the finer details. Her scan of the room stopped abruptly, every thought in her mind coming to a hault, when she saw the creature that had just stepped out of the elevator with a fateful tonngg!.
SKREET! SKREET! SKREE EE EE EET!
The wheels squealed against the tarmac as the plane touched down. The private aircraft a small and very temporary gift from the Ueno foundation. They expected this show of power to be one small addition to the shows of power that their new matriarch would put on. Beyond the black and steaming ground, the crowd of protestors that had been split in half surged forward. Some bore signs demanding that 'dictators in training go home' while others blasted the Japanese government for not heeding the rights of Quirk Users more. Others simply carried signs of a more personal variety; "Bathed in her light." and "Down with the Shiny Bitch." were two of many.
Aboard the plane, white hair danced and a near-transparent veil flowed around a white dress. Dark skin shone behind it, accompanied by the faint white lines of tattoos that stretched across her unblemished body. In her right hand, a black bouquet of roses. A quiet accusation leveled at Japanese Heroes, she'd made it quite public that she believed members of the Japanese Pro Hero society were responsible for the deaths of her two wives and much of her family back in Mumbai. To her left and right, the assigned bodyguards moved to open the door to the aircraft, the shouts and cheers greeted her like a wall. In silence, the woman in the white veil held up the black roses and cast them onto the Tarmac ahead of her. None saw the small wince of pain as the skin on her chest split, light pouring out of it in a demonstration of power.
And then a knife leaped from the crowd ... and stopped in mid-air.
Multicolored light clasped around the knife, the thin handle and long blade trembling against some greater force. The woman reached out and took it in her hand, examining it. Nearby the pro heroes could only shake their heads in frustration. The supporters of the woman shouted and cheered, jeering at the protesters for attempting such a thing. A policeman tried to work his way into the crowd of protesters but to no avail. More shouting, angry voices rising again, and then another voice broke out over the others, aided by a device held in her hand.
"I am Ueno Prisha Eta. I am metahuman. I am here seeking justice for my family and for all of my brothers and sisters who have become more than homo sapien," She said, holding out a hand to those gathered. "Do not be afraid. I am here now, and I love you as a mother, a sister, a lover, and a friend."
Silence fell among the protesters, watching in awe as the glowing woman stepped down from the plane, handing the knife to one of the officers and asking him kindly not to press charges. From there, she was escorted in silence to the nearest vehicle, her guards taking point as she got inside and was driven away.
Ueno Prisha Eta stepped lightly when she got out of the vehicle in front of the hotel. To her relief the press was minimal at best, only an eccentric few really had taken the time to come out to protest her arrival to Tokyo. The Japanese Government had yet to take her seriously. That was fine, she did not care much for arousing suspicion. It was too late after all, she was already here. If they had any sense they would have barred her visa but now that she was on Japanese soil, her relation with her father was all she needed to argue native citizenship. A small smile crossed her lips. Step one was complete. On to step two.
The hotel was as immaculate and stupendous as she had initially expected, an easy comparison to one of the finest back home in Mumbai, but with a lot less gold decor. It seemed that the Japanese preferred a sleek, minimalist look as a sign of wealth and privilege. That was good, she could get behind that if she were honest. The endless boorish physical signs of material wealth made her stomach turn. She could enjoy such things once she'd achieved her goals. For now, this was more than enough.
She stepped through the main entrance into the lobby, an attendant going to speak with one of her bodyguards and get the room situation squared away. She, on the other hand, scanned the room, deep crimson eyes taking in every detail she could find. Her eyes weren't as well trained as the best of the best, but she had enough skill to pick out the finer details. Her scan of the room stopped abruptly, every thought in her mind coming to a hault, when she saw the creature that had just stepped out of the elevator with a fateful tonngg!.
