Mystery from Another World--MHA

Part 119: Tensions rising

It was nice to be able to get away from the LOV's dirty, dank lair, Lethe and Medea thought. They preferred not to be around the much older and creepier adults.

"Compress isn't so bad," Medea remarked, as they walked around the streets looking for something to nick.

"I don't like that crazy girl with the knives," Lethe said, "or how she says we're cute."

"She tried to cut me," Medea said, "I twisted her arm, almost broke it."

"What did we talk about?" Lethe frowned at her.

"You said no to let any b---h near me," Medea quoted him.

"I also said be more subtle."

"Subtlety is not my thing," Medea shrugged.

"Clearly." Lethe eyed the purple streaks in her hair and her colored contacts. "Don't you stand out enough without adding to it? Low profile."

"The police don't care about hair and eye color, brother of mine," Medea rolled her eyes, "just quirks. I'll keep it on the down low. You really need to chill."

Lethe didn't see any reason to get comfortable right now.

"We should try to find out where Dabi is," he mused, "That would get us more respect in the League. If they don't think we're useful, you know they'll probably kick us out. We'll be back to odd jobs."

"I know, I know," Medea grumbled, "So who do we find now?"

"More Originals, I guess," Lethe said.

After a long train ride and some walking, they came to the spot they had been finding the specimens of the cult to interview.

This time there was a lot more people at the run down little bar.

Slipping in as two under-aged kids was way too easy. No one here cared.

Lethe went to where they usually found people.

The booth had different people in it tonight.

Lethe scowled down at them. "I'm looking for a group with origins, do you know where I find them?"

"Origins of what?" one person said dully.

"Truth," Lethe said.

They all nodded to each other.

"Who are you?"

"Nobody," Lethe said, "It's not important... I want the story on someone."

One of them nodded. "Let's talk outside, kid."

* * *

Out the back, it was an empty street, quiet. A field was not that far away.

Medea followed Lethe and the Originals out.

Lethe assumed they would talk with him freely, since he knew the pass word.

But to his shock, one of them grabbed Medea by the arm and pushed a gun to her neck.

Medea stiffened and prepared to use her quirk.

One of the others shot something into her wrist, then held up a device.

"Quirk blocker. Personalized style. Works as long as I have this turned on. I suggest you don't try anything stupid."

Lethe frowned. "That was a mistake..." he said, glaring.

"Don't move. I have no problem shooting her." The one holding Medea yanked her arm, and she winced.