This wasn’t a dream or anything, was it? Did she seriously just get her ass handed to her by a busty cosplayer? She was awfully hungover…
“Alright, well. If you’re hiding that kinda shit up your sleeve, what are you doin fuckin around at a park? You could mug someone, yourself.” Why did she keep calling her Spicy?
More than a little freaked out, Emi shakily got to her feet, warily eyeing the tonfa. “Okay seriously, who the fuck are you?”
“Who am I?” Dame took a few moment to process the question, then swung her arm up to fling the tonfa skyward as she cracked her knuckles. She had to make her introduction flashy, even without her usual equipment!
“I am the Superstar Villain that will surpass all others!” As she exclaimed this, she was already flipping through the air and grabbing her own thrown tonfa. She stuck the landing, doing her best to mask her grimace as she posed.
“Wh – ” She didn’t have time to voice her astonishment before the tonfa was crashing into her leg. A shout climbed up her throat before being smothered by the woman’s gloved hand.
If she wasn’t currently limping in pain and in the grasp of the cosplayer, she’d be raring to fight. Instead, she settled for tearing herself away, landing hard on her ass. “Okay what the fuck?! Who carries around a fuckin metal stick with them?!”
…Wait, had the cosplayer called her Spicy?
“Any good villain comes prepared, Supaishī!” She exclaimed, though took a moment to give the metal tonfa a good spin in her hand. This was the first time she’d used this specific one. Dame had to admit, though, it definitely was a good investment given the other’s reaction.
“So, where is this real villainy you were speaking of, Supaishī?” Dame teased, keeping herself roughly 16 cm away from her. The perfect distance, she thought. By the time they’d close the distance with normal walking speed, she’d still have a moment to react! A foolproof strategy!
This had to be an act, right? No one on the planet was this stupid. Was all that at the park a set up or something? Well, either way, Emi could get herself out of it. Not like she hadn’t done it before.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna beat the shit outta you and take all your money.” She said this very casually, her eyes lighting up into an eerie amber as she whipped around, left hand pulled back in a fist.
“Mmmkay.” Dame expected as much. The other even telegraphed that a mile away. She didn’t even wait for the other to finish her sentence. By the time Emi was done and turned around, the woman is already swinging the cold metal to strike the side of her knee while her gloved hand rose up to cover their mouth to muffle any cry.
“Be thankful I don’t hurt that pretty face of yours for that, Supaishī!”
Was she…serious? Emi stared as the cosplayer was essentially kicked off the slide; it seemed to have genuinely taken her by surprise. Oh boy. Perhaps she’d approached the wrong stranger.
“Uh, we’re gonna have a little…demonstration.” That was the word, right? “C’mon, behind this convenient building with a shady-looking alley. I’ll teach you about real villainy.” Emi pointed across the street from the park, already beginning to walk.
“How convenient.” Dame mused, following after the other with a slight bounce to her step. She wasn’t a fool, of course. The other wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was leading her there to potentially rob Dame. Even if she was a bubbly airhead, this was about as plain to see as if Emi had set up a neon sign promoting the robbery.
As such, when they neared the alleyway, Dame held both arms behind her back and played the party of a ditzy humming schoolgirl to hide her assembling the tonfa behind her. “So what we gonna be doin’ here then?”
Dame’s hat is actually a Shiketsu school hat that was originally her now deceased mother’s that she keeps around to symbolize her broken dreams of being a hero along with being able to keep a piece of her mother with her.
A hand of Kiba’s slammed down in front of Dame, one of her villain flyers under the werewolf’s fingers. His face was stern, except for one grey eyebrow that was twitching.
“You are the one running this villain meeting, correct? If you are, you are being foolish, advertising it in the wide open. Not only have you put your address on here, meaning police can easily use the flyer to come and do arrests to you and others, but villains will gather to mooch off the supposed free food and try to use you since they will believe you are dumb too.”
Dame quirked an eyebrow when the hand slammed her flyer onto the table, taking a moment to be sure it as her own before her single uncovered eye slid up the arm to look the other in the eye while they spoke.
“The police only show up when villains attempt to mooch off me and they end up needing to be carted off to the hospital. At this point, the cops believe I’m some sort of undercover agent working a sting operation, so they look the other way unless I call. Next complaint.”
This wasn’t her normal demeanor, taking on a serious and deadpan disposition, but she wasn’t one to take being criticized before even having a moment to defend herself.
If/When Dame gets an actual group/team of companions, team exercises, a theme song, and poses are mandatory. Her view on “villain” is very.. Sentai/Kids show-esque. Think the Ginyu Force. They’d basically be a Super Sentai Villain group.
To say that Dame was getting annoyed would be the understatement of the century. The group that showed up for her Villain meeting was rowdy, rude, and downright annoying. She couldn’t get a word in edgewise and this was her damn meeting! Yet here these clods were trying to boss her around?! She was at wit’s end! She was the boss here, dammit! The villainous woman stood in front of the projector board for a few moments longer in silence as she watched them basically just gorge on her food without having the courtesy to hear her out. There was villainy, then there was this!
“That’s it!” she snapped at last. “Out of my meeting now, you greedy mooches!”
She hopped off the chair was standing on, beginning over to the three in a tissy. She was putting a stop to this at once-- Well, that’s what she thought at first, at least. Though once the three stood as she approached, she was beginning to have second thoughts. One of them hard blades protruding from the sides of their forearms, another was hissing at her, and the last simply cracked their knuckles. Definitely not the best sight for one such as her.... No, it didn’t matter. They were leaving.
“Oi, are you deaf? I said out!”
“Why don’t ya make us, toots?” The bladed one quipped, earning a laugh from his comrades.
Dame groaned at the realization this would likely turn violent with or without her starting it. She may as well get the first blow in before things go sour. Glancing to the three, she decided to take care of the deadliest looking one right out the gate.
She slammed one foot down to the floor to brace herself, lifting her other leg and delivering a hard kick to the bladed one’s head that knocked them into the row of chairs behind them. Just as her foot touched the floor again, she quickly ran in the opposite direction as the two sprinted after her.
A quick sideways flip and she was atop one of the chair’s seats, spinning on her heel to kick the muscled man before leaping over the next and kicking their back to knock them into the chair she was just standing atop.
Dame was thankfully used to dealing with crowds, so when she heard the clutter of moving chairs behind her, she dropped to the floor and swept a leg behind her to knock the charging bladed one back to the floor again.
She leaped to her feet just in time to take a fist to the face, making her stumble back. Unfortunately, this led her straight into the muscled one who locks her arms as the bladed one got back up. Dame couldn’t help the groan of annoyance that escaped her at this.
She didn’t leave the two with very much time to protest, of course, as she headbutted the one holding her to loosen his grip before grabbing an arm to flip them over herself and into the other two.
“Alright, boys, seriously. Out,” she demanded, hoping the three would back off at this point.
Imagine her surprise (or the lack thereof) when they only replied by charging her all at once this time. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.
She leaped over a row chair to give herself some breathing room, kicking one so it slid into the muscled one to slow him down so she could focus on the two others. She ducked to avoid a slash from the one, then fell to the floor in order to dodge the sudden lunging of the snake-like one.
Dame rolled to avoid the one plunging their blade into her, using them getting stuck in the floor as an opportunity to deliver several hard knees to their head before wrapping an arm around their head and falling back to slam it to the floor.
As she returned to her feet, she glanced to the downed man to ensure he’d stay down. Limp on the floor, she assumed it to be the case. Looking up, Dame barely ducked under a haymaker from the muscled one that knocked her hat off. Dancing backward, she dodged a barrage of hooks, retaliating with several quick jabs peppered between the other’s sloppy assault.
Dame grunted as she backed against the concession table, then yelped as her stopped backtracking led her to get a hard swing to her head that sent her sliding over the table. Okay, definitely a strength increasing quirk...
The villain gasped when she saw the other leap onto the table. If he came down onto her, it’d certainly be the end of this with how strong he is...
With this in mind, the woman kicked the edge of the table, leaving it to fall on its side and for the man atop it to fall with it. Quickly rising to her feet, Dame kept low and charged shoulder first just as the man stood. With them divided by the table, it sent it to slam against him as it slid across the floor and slammed into the wall.
Rising once she heard the collision, Dame began jabbing the man relentlessly in the face now that his arms were pinned against the wall with him. After a good dozen, she quickly backed up in time to avoid him flinging the table upward, though she had to dive out of the way as it came back to earth.
Dame was getting exhausted by the continuous onslaught of her attackers. She scrambled to her feet and glanced about while she had some space. At least the snake man seemed to have knocked himself out as well...
She gulped audibly before charging the muscled man with her arms crossed in an X in front of her. Dame knew the move became so popular by All Might that her much more pathetic speed left it easily countered.. so as the man lowered to ram her in the gut, she raised a knee to slam his head back into range just in time for the dual chop to connect with both his temples.
Panting, she collapsed onto one of the chairs and checked her phone. Well, meeting time was over and she had three people who assaulted her here. May as well just--
The brief hiss was all the woman heard. It was also enough for her to raise her arm in an attempt to block the strike to her throat. Unfortunately for her, the snake’s fangs sunk into her forearm, leaving her to wince in pain. She grabbed onto the man’s head, spinning her whole body and purposely falling so she could slam him through several chairs and into the floor.
Looking to the man now groaning on the floor, Dame didn’t leave his condition to chance as she raised a leg high over her own head. Sure enough, he tried to lunge upward.. only to see the shadowy image of her raised leg just in time for it to drop like a guillotine against his head and reintroduce it to the tiled floor.
The woman was quick to call the police this time, sighing as she rubbed her face. At least he didn’t seem to have injected her with any venom...
“Hi!” she exclaimed, pausing as she heard the telltale chuckle. “Yeah, it’s me. Mhm, three this time. Thanks. Hey, can you bring someone good with snakes or somethin’? One of ‘em bit me and I’m not sure if he was venomous... ‘Kay, thanks!”
Hanging up now, Dame went to sit by the door and wait for the police to arrive. Well, there goes that Meeting. Oh well.
