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Shigaraki flips and toys with a scented, aged, and wax sealed envelope in between his fingers. His other hand supporting his head as his elbow rests on the bar.
The wax seal varies in shades of red, orange, and yellow and bears a crest with a double ‘V’. The paper reeks of roses and a rich man's cologne. The front of the letter is addressed to the League and from a group calling themselves ‘Of Villains & Vigilantes’.
Shigaraki sneers at the letter before passing it to Sako. “Mr. Compress, have you ever heard of them?”
Sako gently takes the letter, carefully examining it before taking his mask off, setting it on the bar, to waft the scent cautiously, wearily keeping the letter at a distance from his face to keep any drugs that may be placed into the paper away. “No… I can't say that I have. They seem to be on some type of aristocratic level, but this group must be new.” Sako hums as his gloves thumb over the metallic black ink eloquently painted into cursive lettering. “Of Villains and Vigilantes… interesting. Perhaps?”
“Of Villains and Vigilantes. They sound so mysterious and refined!” Big Sis sighs dreamily, Toga turning to look up at her from where she’s laying over the bar. “Possibly a group of elites starting an organized rebellion against hero society? O, sounds like a story of romance, risk, and a lil bit of rogue-ish radiance.”
Shigaraki shares a look with Kurogiri before staring at the letter in Sako's hands. In the corner of his vision, he sees Dabi casually slink farther away from Sako. “Mr. Compress,” Shigaraki muses playfully as he returns his attention to the older man, “would be so kind?”
The illusion master smiles as he tips his hat. “It would be my pleasure, Tomura.”
Sako gives a flick of his wrist, sending a single marble floating up before he catches the small orb, releasing the item from inside. A smoke cover quickly dissipates to reveal a fancy dagger with a black and silver hilt. With a single swipe, Sako uses the blade to cut the side of the envelope before compressing the knife once more, rolling the orb back down his sleeve.
Sako slips the letter out, along with a small metal disc. Sako entraps the disc the second it makes contact with his fingers. “Such a rude greeting. Honestly, the nerve. Dirty little bomb.” Sako sneers as he tosses the marble out an open window.
The man hums happily before clearing his throat to read the letter aloud.
“To League of Villains,”
Sako clicks his tongue. “Not even starting with a ‘Dear’, how impolite and ill-mannered… Especially after that rude greeting bomb. Tch."
“You’re taking too long- You know letter etiquette?” Twice leans onto the bar next to Sako. “Of course he knows, he’s Mr. Etiquette! Oh- just let me read it.” Jin tries to reach for the letter, but because Sako is taller than him, he’s able to hold the letter out of reach as he continues to read. Shigaraki holds back a chuckle at the comical sight of Sako elegantly waltzing around with the letter to read it while Jin makes more attempts to make more lunges for the paper.
“If you are reading this, kudos to you to for not being the group of reckless idiots some of the media outlets try to peg you to be.
We are an organized group of Vigilantes aiming for a better society. We would be pleased to cordially invite you to meet with us. Our interests align. We could form an alliance against a common enemy: the scum of this world.”
Sako stills, staring at the kanji on the paper.
“The time and place for such a meeting is written below. We urge you to consider this alliance. We would be most honoured if you were to meet with us to discuss our intertwined futures further.
See you soon,
& With hopeful regards,
Of Villains & Vigilantes.”
Spinner shifts uncomfortably. “Are we sure these guys are even legit?” The heteromorph chews on his lip. “They sound… high-born. Posh and… uppity.”
Shigaraki hears Dabi scoff. “I’d be more worried about the fact that they’re trying to sound elite. They’re just wannabes. A thousand yen says that they’re fakers.”
“Dabi,” Spinner cuts his eyes to the cremation user, “I highly doubt you even have a thousand yen.”
“They sound different from Overhoe.” Toga’s comment earns a chastisement from Kurogiri, which is promptly ignored. “He wanted us working under him. These guys just sound like they’re building a friend list. Oooh, I think making friends would be fun! I wonder what they’re like-” Toga continues to babble on about guessing what the senders look and act like.
Sako turns back to face Tomura. “It seems like the media isn’t the only ones to have ‘pegged’ us incorrectly."
Shigaraki smirks at that. “So why not just set the record straight?”
Sako’s smile returns to his face. “Another show for the audience?”
“Feels like we’re being sent on a filler repeat mission.” Shigaraki gives a lazy scratch to the itch bubbling near his neck.
Sako hands him a juice box from behind the bar before doing the same for his other ‘kids’. “Sometimes we must perform multiple shows for those who missed it the first time around.”
Stabbing the straw into the box, Shigaraki sighs. “They should have been paying attention to the tutorial. If they missed it, they can just go find the playthrough.”
Before Sako is able to reply, Dabi cuts in. “That’s enough. Japanese, please.”
“Dabi, you and I will be meeting with these ‘wannabes’.” Shigaraki rests his chin back onto his palm. “Show ‘em what we’re really about.”
A smirk toys quietly with the man’s lips, barely even pulling at the staples. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
The mist around Kurogiri wavers slightly, eyes traveling to Tomura. Tomura knows that look, seen it a thousand times. He finds it… weirdly funny how much that look used to annoy him because he had always thought that his caregiver was underestimating him. Took him living with these heathens to figure out that wasn’t the case.
“Kurogiri, walk with me.” Shigaraki sets his juice box onto the bar. “I need your help moving something.”