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A prayer for safety
Who: Nami & Yata
When: June 30th
Where: a neighborhood in The Near Shore plagued by an unruly gang
What: Prayer #21
I can't believe what's happening to the neighborhood. It's that gang that moved in! My apartment was robbed, and I'm seeing so much graffiti everywhere. Please, do something about them before they hurt somebody.
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[Some might think it hypocritical for a renowned thief to have a problem with a burglar. Nami, however, would have it well known that it's completely different to steal from an innocent civilian than from a violent, plundering pirate. More importantly, a gang of deviants didn't sound too dangerous. She could handle normal people.
She teleports with Yata to the general area and surveys the streets. It's the southern skirt of the city, a residential area of middle-income apartments. Nami can imagine the area looking much nicer not long ago. Underneath the graffiti, the walls are clean and the paint unchipped. Beneath the litter, the sidewalks don't have cracks. The streets are well lit, and a small park welcomes leashed dogs and nature lovers among the residents of the apartment buildings that surround them. Or it would, if anyone dared roam the area
As for the streets themselves? Entirely too empty and quiet, with one exception: towards the east, the revving of motors; whooping; and, as the engines peel away, a pair of gunshots.
The sound moves north.]
When: June 30th
Where: a neighborhood in The Near Shore plagued by an unruly gang
What: Prayer #21
I can't believe what's happening to the neighborhood. It's that gang that moved in! My apartment was robbed, and I'm seeing so much graffiti everywhere. Please, do something about them before they hurt somebody.
--
[Some might think it hypocritical for a renowned thief to have a problem with a burglar. Nami, however, would have it well known that it's completely different to steal from an innocent civilian than from a violent, plundering pirate. More importantly, a gang of deviants didn't sound too dangerous. She could handle normal people.
She teleports with Yata to the general area and surveys the streets. It's the southern skirt of the city, a residential area of middle-income apartments. Nami can imagine the area looking much nicer not long ago. Underneath the graffiti, the walls are clean and the paint unchipped. Beneath the litter, the sidewalks don't have cracks. The streets are well lit, and a small park welcomes leashed dogs and nature lovers among the residents of the apartment buildings that surround them. Or it would, if anyone dared roam the area
As for the streets themselves? Entirely too empty and quiet, with one exception: towards the east, the revving of motors; whooping; and, as the engines peel away, a pair of gunshots.
The sound moves north.]
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Nami can't help but think of Ace in that moment. The ability seems very similar: to be able to create and manipulate fire around the body. It's a dangerous ability to be certain, and makes for a formidable opponent. The punks, on the other hand, don't seem at all prepared for anything so decidedly not human as their second member goes down.]
'What the hell?! Was that fire?'
'He's a freak!'
'Don't be a dumbass it's some kind of trick.'
[Two more shots fire at Yata while a third member of the remaining five breaks out a weighted chain and winds it up for momentum before slinging it out in an effort to snare Yata around the middle. Whether it gets his arms or not, just restricting how far he can move is the first point of business.]
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Who are you calling a freak? Dumbasses. Have you learned your lesson yet? You can't win this.
[ Which are big words coming from the short punk smirking at them with no weapons on him. Almost as if it's intended to incite them further. ]
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One of the others thinks better of the idea altogether and shifts attention to the woman with him who still stands well clear of the fight. The engine to his bike revs and he takes off towards Nami.
Nami's attention snaps to him, but she doesn't look alarmed. She draws out the three pieces to her staff and snaps them together in one quick, fluid motion. You want a piece of her, buddy? She's ready.]
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Using the one thug as an impromptu weapon to toss against his companion ends up with both of them going down in a pile of cursing and flailing limbs, the chain rebounding back to hopelessly entangle them both. Which leaves the remaining guy with the gun.
Although he pauses before launching forward, because there's a guy advancing on his god and his gaze flits quickly to her face, checking to see if she wants to handle him herself or if she'd prefer him to intervene, his actions waiting on her direction. ]
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Mirage Tempo...
[The air seems to warp around her, and she simply disappears. Visibly thrown, the biker screeches to a stop and scans around for her.
WHAP!!!
And, seemingly from nowhere, he takes a knock to the head from Nami's staff and falls from his bike as her figure reappears.]
You picked the wrong fight.
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He drops like a rock and Yata grins as he glances around, taking in the fallen gang sprawled about in varying stages of concentration around them. ]
Welp. That takes care of that. Looks like these guys will think twice before causing a commotion around here again. [ He glances at Nami with a grin before pumping a fist in the air in victory, still laughing from the sheer fun of it. ]
Yeah! We rock!