"What do you mean I have to go in?" She's clearly annoyed, the person on the other end of their call can certainly hear it, which causes a shiver to travel up their spine. Before they have a chance to explain "why", she continues with, "Can't you just fix the issue with a press of the button?" What year is it? How can such an inconvenience to still exist?
They stutter out something about "security reasons", but she isn't having it. With a roll of her eyes, she delivers her last word --- a very harsh "fine" --- and immediately hangs up.
It's not their fault, she knows it, but she couldn't help herself! Now instead of heading straight home after work, as she initially planned to, she has to make a detour, which will take an extra hour on top of whatever time she's going to waste dealing with this! Yes, she can easily travel through the shadows, but, BIG but, she's currently playing pretend as "Emiko". Heaven forbid someone decides to tail her... She's paranoid, it comes with the territory.
She glares daggers at her phone as her elegant fingers curl a little tighter around the mobile device in hand.
Her boss allowed her to leave a whole thirty minutes before her shift was to end. The gesture will certainly knock some time off of her unexpected after work trip and she's thankful for it.
The train ride felt like it took a lifetime to reach the desired station, but once the doors opened she flew out of them. She hurriedly brushed passed people and expertly dodged a toddler that paid no mind to the surrounding foot traffic. She picked up the pace when she exited the station.
Some idiot cat-called her as she passed by, which was annoying, but he got his just reward when an unsuspecting passerby seemed to trip on air and faceplant directly into his croch. The pubescent cry that came from the idiot was sweet music to her ears. Okay, maybe she abused her quirk, but that asshole decidedly deserved it.
Feeling in a better mood, Eris entered the bank ready to tackle the... whatever it was she came here for...
She blinked and then blinked again, but to no avail the image before her didn't vanish. This wasn't a trick of the mind or the light; she just walked into a fucking heist.
Well, time to turn around and- Okay, never mind.
"Fuck my life," she quietly whispers to herself as she's pushed into the direction of the other hostages.
She could deal with this problem and she was about to, but the wailing of oncoming police sirens completely obliterated her plans. Like a child being told "no", she gave a pout and buried her face into the stranger next to her, who mistook her childish display for fear and kindly wrapped an arm around her shoulders to comfort her. What a sweetheart.
She can't do anything otherwise the authorities will ask questions, those prying bastards, and, as far as she can tell, the security cameras are still rolling. Strange that they didn't disable those... Noted.
She peeks up and takes a moment to survey what she can. There are five idiots in total, three male and two female. No one is stuffing their bags with cash, in fact, they don't seem at all bothered by the police gathering outside in front of the building. Their masks, she's seen them before, but where?
What the fuck is going on?
As her "purple" hues continue to look around... she takes notice of one idiot staring at her. Has he been staring at her the whole time? Wait. Oh. It's that kind of stare, predatory and hungry. She immediately plays the part and shrinks in on herself, scooting closer to stand behind her stranger, putting something between herself and the staring idiot.
He gives and amused, low chuckle. Yup. He's that kind of predator... and just her type. She's begins panting and has to remind herself of who she is. Emiko isn't a serial killer. Emiko is a sweet, full of life kind of gal... and would be terrified in this situation, not excited.
Her stranger, the sweetheart, seems to pick up on what's happening and happily stands in between them, shielding her from his lecherous stare. He's such a good guy, but stupid. Bravery goes hand-in-hand with stupidity. The heroes she's lured in sometimes just for fun have proven this time and time again.
Well, time to check social media.
She opens her phone and- oh. Mum and Dabi messaged her.
Dabi sent a dick pick, which inspires an immediate albeit quiet snort.
Muvv-ah: are you having fun? :)
Eris wanted to break her phone a second time today. This whole disaster is being televised. Fuck. Me.
The idiot isn't happy with the sudden block of his view and moves to stand, the desk giving a creak of relief with the weight of the man shifted off of it. He walks menacingly toward Mr. Sweetheart, who defiantly continues to stand between them. He is scared, she can hear his heartbeat quicken in pace, but he doesn't move. Idiot stops to stand directly in front of him and tilts his head down to glare at him through his mask. "Move." He grunts out. His voice is deep, but not the sexy kind of deep. It sounds like swallowed a cheese grater at some point in his life.
"Hey." Comes another voice, it's from another idiot. It sounds authoritative, like a parental warning.
"I'm bored!" Snaps Idiot, "Endeavor is taking his sweet ass time to show up!"
...Endeavor? So, this operation is a front to get his attention. Interesting.
"Fine. Take the girl," excuse you, "but I don't want to hear anymore bitching and you better be ready for when he does show, got it? I won't be giving anymore excuses for your ass."
"Wait!" Oh, Mr. Sweetheart, don't.
Idiot punches him and he's out cold, his body seemingly lifeless on the cold harsh floor. Poor thing. Then, he grabs Eris by the arm and pulls her along as he heads for a private place somewhere in the back of the building. Wonderful.
"P-please," is it bad that she's wearing a grin while pretending to plead for her life? "Don't-. Please don't hurt me."
A vacant hallway. The bastard couldn't wait anymore, huh? How romantic.
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