The Girl With The Oni Tattoo (MPC 65A) [Completed]
Aug 25, 2019 20:57:21 GMT
Post by Yuko Himura on Aug 25, 2019 20:57:21 GMT
MPC Name: I am the Shadow, The True Self
MPC Number: 65A
Reward Requested: Posts
There she was again; Yuko Himura in her natural habitat. That was to say, being trapped in a dark and sinister alleyway, where she had to fend off against a bunch of thugs. It sounded like a bleak situation for any young woman to find herself in, but honestly Yuko was having the time of her life! Throwing punches left and right - and in all other cardinal directions for that matter - she was knocking down seemingly endless waves of foes without breaking a sweat.
The thugs were bigger than her, wearing black sunglasses and white surgical masks that covered their faces, while wielding knives and switchblades as weapons, steel pipes, crowbars, wooden baseball bats with nails sticking out of them, two-by-fours and sticks with barbed wire wrapped around them. Essentially, they were using any weapon imaginable, except actual firearms, and yet Yuko was easily beating them all to a pulp with her hare fists. The hordes of enemies kept on coming, allowing her no break to even catch her breath, but she wasn’t tiring herself out or feeling fatigued in the slightest. It was exciting and exhilarating in how utterly empowering it was.
In other words, it was probably too good to be true. After all, Yuko could hold her own in a street fight alright, but she was no action movie star to barge into the big bad’s hideout unarmed and defeat a hundred henchmen with the power of kung fu, nor was she some kind of superhuman freak immune to all damage from common weaponry. Therefore, this was most likely a dream. One of those dreams that were so vivid and lifelike you thought they were real. Well, that was fine. Yuko had had plenty of vivid dreams about school, her personal life and her romantic interests. Sometimes she even had weird dreams where she saved the entire world from a giant cube with tentacles. Very weird.
So yeah, this was another one of those lucid dreams, but that didn’t mean that Yuko could not have fun with it while it lasted. That said, being an untouchable superhero in her own dream was getting kind of boring, and fighting nothing but waves upon waves of the same enemy was getting awfully repetitive. She wanted to make things more challenging for herself, even though by definition this was her own dream, therefore she made all of the rules. Stepping on the back of the last thug she had taken out, the punk girl posed like a badass and pointed her finger upward in a dramatic fashion. “Oi oi, I’m getting tired of you small fries! Where is your boss? I’ll take him on!”
“Not ‘him’. Her.” A deep female voice sounded, as a feminine figure appeared before her, framed entirely in shadow.
Yuko squinted her eyes and readied her fists. “So, you’re the final boss, huh? Why does your voice sound like it has the same color as mine? Who are you?”
Her question caused the mysterious figure to chuckle lightly. “Fufufu, you just said it…” When the big bad boss stepped out of the shadows, Yuko was met with a VERY familiar face. “You!”
MPC Number: 65A
Reward Requested: Posts
There she was again; Yuko Himura in her natural habitat. That was to say, being trapped in a dark and sinister alleyway, where she had to fend off against a bunch of thugs. It sounded like a bleak situation for any young woman to find herself in, but honestly Yuko was having the time of her life! Throwing punches left and right - and in all other cardinal directions for that matter - she was knocking down seemingly endless waves of foes without breaking a sweat.
The thugs were bigger than her, wearing black sunglasses and white surgical masks that covered their faces, while wielding knives and switchblades as weapons, steel pipes, crowbars, wooden baseball bats with nails sticking out of them, two-by-fours and sticks with barbed wire wrapped around them. Essentially, they were using any weapon imaginable, except actual firearms, and yet Yuko was easily beating them all to a pulp with her hare fists. The hordes of enemies kept on coming, allowing her no break to even catch her breath, but she wasn’t tiring herself out or feeling fatigued in the slightest. It was exciting and exhilarating in how utterly empowering it was.
In other words, it was probably too good to be true. After all, Yuko could hold her own in a street fight alright, but she was no action movie star to barge into the big bad’s hideout unarmed and defeat a hundred henchmen with the power of kung fu, nor was she some kind of superhuman freak immune to all damage from common weaponry. Therefore, this was most likely a dream. One of those dreams that were so vivid and lifelike you thought they were real. Well, that was fine. Yuko had had plenty of vivid dreams about school, her personal life and her romantic interests. Sometimes she even had weird dreams where she saved the entire world from a giant cube with tentacles. Very weird.
So yeah, this was another one of those lucid dreams, but that didn’t mean that Yuko could not have fun with it while it lasted. That said, being an untouchable superhero in her own dream was getting kind of boring, and fighting nothing but waves upon waves of the same enemy was getting awfully repetitive. She wanted to make things more challenging for herself, even though by definition this was her own dream, therefore she made all of the rules. Stepping on the back of the last thug she had taken out, the punk girl posed like a badass and pointed her finger upward in a dramatic fashion. “Oi oi, I’m getting tired of you small fries! Where is your boss? I’ll take him on!”
“Not ‘him’. Her.” A deep female voice sounded, as a feminine figure appeared before her, framed entirely in shadow.
Yuko squinted her eyes and readied her fists. “So, you’re the final boss, huh? Why does your voice sound like it has the same color as mine? Who are you?”
Her question caused the mysterious figure to chuckle lightly. “Fufufu, you just said it…” When the big bad boss stepped out of the shadows, Yuko was met with a VERY familiar face. “You!”
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