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Kaminari Denki did not want to kill himself, this was something he was sure of. Yet, he found himself, on a cold winter's night, approaching his life recklessly. Wandering upon a cliff’s edges, gazing at the scintillating waters, with the reflection of stars scattered between the rough waves. Gingerly, he walked the line between life and death, lost in a land in-between.
Kaminari Denki would never jump. Of course not. Yet he found himself entranced by the thought, would he regret it in the moment? Surely the fall would stop time. What would it feel like to let it all pause? Would he split on the water like the flotsam of a wrecked ship? Would his lungs float like barrels? Would starving sharks rip apart what was left of him?
Kaminari Denki was not fish food, and so he kept walking.
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Aizawa Shouta, concealed by the rocks, felt trepidation creep up his spine. Why was his student here of all places? His golden hair strikingly clear in the intense darkness. These coasts crawled with villains and traders coming from the open sea. So why on Earth was 17 year old Kaminari Denki taking a stroll on arguably the most dangerous night of the year?
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Deep within the caves, the rumble of the crashing waves filled Okimoto’s ears. He sharpened his long swords vehemently, waiting for the company soon to come. To be a pirate in the modern age was easy in many ways, an abundance of useful products arrived by unarmed boats. Okimoto and his crew would sweep in, take what they desired, and leave. They stored their goods in unmarked, unexplored cave systems stretching throughout Japan, and did so uncaught for almost thirty years.
Until the storm. Now, with his crew long gone, all that Okimoto had left was the remaining stolen goods - priceless artwork, gleaming diamonds and bags upon bags of quirk enhancers all hidden within the unstable rocks. He knew this night was likely his last, and Okimoto sought to witness a heist greater than any ever seen before. His chest wracked as he coughed up splatters of glaringly red blood, God save him now.
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Ryuko circled the open skies, her wings spanning below the glimmering constellations. From above, she could see the approaching ships, swarms of people with black masks, the unmistakable signs of blue fire tracing the harsh rocks. The air was heavy, buzzing, free, something was to happen tonight. Rival gangs searched with tenacity, usually careless villains checked under every rock, the coast was thronged with shadows only she could see.
Ryuko hoped Selkie was doing alright down in the fathomless waters, as a pit grew in her stomach. Her scales shuddered, what could bring so many wanted people to one place at once? Ryuko hoped the massacre to come would at least spare the innocent.
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