I may or may not have woken up and chosen violence.
On my behalf, it's not like I have anything else to do! All I usually do is walk around, survive, and do something stupid. I need drama in my life! I need the tea! Even if this technically falls in the stupid category, we are choosing to ignore that!
So what is going on?
I am standing in front of a shelter. More specifically, one of the shelters in my town that denied the woman I helped last night. I may be cocky with this idea, but the worst they can do is arrest me. If that happens, it's not like I would survive long in jail anyway. Therefore, there are practically no consequences for my actions here!
I am half-tempted to just stand here because the guards at the front gate look deeply concerned at my presence. I would if I didn't have something to do here except I do so that is not what I am going to do today. Maybe for the next shelter I'll do that. It depends how pissed off this one leaves me.
I approach the entry way, and two guards approach me.
One of them asks, "Name and ID?" Ah, I suppose that is for protection purposes. I don't have a legal one, so an illegal one will have to work!
And hopefully it does cause it's too much work to do things legally.
"Mikumo Atanki," I tell them as I pull out my wallet. Ignoring their following gazes, I pull out my ID and offer it to the one not talking. I swear on God that the guard didn't even glance at it before handing it back and opening the gate. That would be fine for a bar per say. However, for a shelter that is meant to keep people safe?
I am concerno, Alberto.
With a nod, I enter inside to a school yard covered in tents and people gathered in circles. Well, this certainly looks like an apocalypse. I don't know why these people are here. Honestly, if I walked in and this is what I saw, I would have left already. Leave me to the wolves! I am more likely to survive there than here due to the insanity of this!
Was I supposed to bring a tent? Or am I supposed to be sleeping on the ground? Why am I even considering this when the whole point of being here is to raise hell? AKA, being kicked out?
I really need to focus. My job is to find the leader and lecture them until I get dragged out or arrested. Fairly simple!
I walk towards the entrance of the school, and I can feel the stares. It's probably due to the mask and backpack setup. However, there's not much I can do about that. It's not like I can remove it, smile, and apologize. It would just end up with throw up on the cement in front of me. Presumably, nobody wants that.
Let me just go inside and get more looks!
Actually, I just realized that they never looked through my bag either. I could have brought a pistol I found in the trash recently and nobody would have a clue! I could start a school shooting easily here! Not that I am going to, but at least I know the career path of being one is still open to me.
Back to the present, I enter into the school lobby to find a similar scene with a different backdrop. I feel like with the right quirk, they could have set it up like a hotel or something like that, but no. This is a very interesting camping trip indeed. Now we just need the building gone!
I barely get to step in when a gruff voice calls, "Whoever just came in, get over here quickly."
I spin towards the voice, and the words slip out before I can even think of the consequences, "Excuse me?"
"Don't make things difficult."
It doesn't take long to see it is coming from a brunette man in a trenchcoat. His setup happens to be right by the door, but there isn't a tent involved. Instead, it is surrounded by a bunch of medical equipment and opened medkits. He would be sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor with another guy in front of him. Considering it seems like he just finished wrapping that man's hand, that pretty much confirms that he is a doctor.
The man smiles at him, "Thank you, Doc!"
"Whatever. Don't fuck it up. Now please leave before the next person dies," The brunette, I guess Doc, claims, and holy shit, that's aggressive. However, that gets the job because the guy looks at me freaked out before jumping to his feet and speeding off. Doc then turns to me and gives me an unamused look, "You haven't moved."
"On my behalf, you have to be one of the most suspicious people that I have ever met," I clarify as I approach, "Like, I am new and you're like 'get over here'. Do you realize that you sound like a drug addict?"
Doc looks everywhere around me but not at me as he responds, "Quick explanation than: My quirk is Health Status. To simplify, I can see whatever conditions someone has through tags within a certain radius. Yours says that you're having an allergic reaction along with a bunch of other shit, but you seem fine. What's your quirk? Don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but sometimes quirks can interfere with how it works." Oh. That makes a bunch more sense...kinda. The guy makes sense now even if he could be less invasive about it. What he is saying I am having? Not so much.
"You know, if you start with that, I would have already been over here. I have a simple tracking quirk."
Doc watches me for a moment, "That shouldn't interfere. And you feel nothing?"
"I feel the existential dread of life slowly crushing me!"
"..."
"Damn, someone can't take a joke. Look, my health is general shit. I expect my death relatively soon. I have always been like this, and I deny I am going to have a solution anytime soon. Believe it or not, I have accepted that. I have lived a good life."
"You're literally a kid-"
"Actually, I'm 24."
"...okay. You're still young," Doc sighs, "Do you at least know why you're like this? Because if not, I suspect it has something to do with an allergy."
"I don't. However, could I really be slowly dying from an allergy?"
"We live in a world of quirks." He's not wrong, but damn. I don't know what to think of that, but I'll keep that in mind. Deny I will do anything about it. However, it does open some door somewhere. I think.
"Touche. Now, as much as I would love to talk about my shitty health, I need to talk to the shitty leader of this place. Any idea who or where they could be?"
Doc rolls his eyes as he turns to clean it up, "Typically hangs out at the principal's office. Have fun."
"Sounds egotistical."
"She is, but you didn't hear it from me. Now go away, I have more important shit to do." That doesn't give me high confidence.
"Thanks for the warning. Later!"
I turn around and walk away from the conversation. Certainly weird, but I certainly did get some information.
It doesn't take long for me to realize that I never asked Doc where the office is. It takes less than a minute actually. I could turn back and ask him, but he seemed really determined to be left alone. He also seems like the type of guy to pull a katana from his trenchcoat, and I prefer that to not be my death. Thankfully, there are millions of people in here shoved in here like tuna! It only takes a simple ask to be told to turn my ass around because I am standing right in front of it.
I come up to the door and knock. It takes a moment for me to get a 'come in'. I don't know why unless someone has a quirk to inspect me. Either way, I enter to find only one person here: an older woman who looks like the bitch in Harry Potter. You know, the one who became the principal of Hogwarts after the old man died and had a very interesting fashion statement? She looked like her without the fashion sense. I never thought I would appreciate a fashion sense in an older woman, but apparently I do now.
The old woman looks up, and she looks confused as hell when she sees me, "Who are you? I have a meeting in ten minutes time." She asks in a gravely voice.
I give her an innocent, "I am Mikumo, and I heard that you actively participate in quirk discrimination!"
"...security!"
Two guards burst in, and I don't even have time to react when my arms are grabbed! I am lifted in the air like a ragdoll! They carry me out like I am trash! Then, they drop me onto the ground like I am the dirt beneath their feet before strutting back in like they own the place!
I will admit that maybe I was a bit hasty. However, she was also a bit hasty to get rid of me. Therefore, I think I got my answer. That's just sad. She didn't even bother to defend herself! She just accepted it as a fact and got rid of me!
So, I go to the next place, and I don't even bother to go in. Instead, I just stand out there and glare. Maybe I am not playing nice, but they started it when they decided that people that look different shouldn't be allowed there. Of course, one of the guards eventually come up to me and tell me to leave or else they will call the heroes. I wouldn't technically consider that a threat since the heroes are kind of lacking here right now, but I do decide to dip.
I do go to two more shelters, and, this time, I actually try to negotiate something with them to allow those with mutant quirks in. One of the shelters does listen to my lecture all the way through, but I can tell you that they don't give a fuck. How do I know so? Multiple people left throughout it, and the main leader fell asleep! As for the other shelter...let's just say I got told a few foul words. They called anyone with a mutant type quirk a danger and yada yada yada.
We're going to completely ignore the fact that I said some foul words back at them.
I enter my motel room tired. I did not realize how far we have fallen as a society until today. I knew shit was bad, but I didn't think it was this bad. It's sad. Why can't we be decent humans?
...why can't WE be decent humans? Look, I know I may be in over my head, but hear me out! If nobody else is willing to do it, why don't I do it? I can't trust the bastards around me to pull it off! I have the finances to do it too! Sure, I might not have the capability to do anything else, but I will damn well try!
And you know what? I know the perfect place to start!
Completely ignoring my body telling me to sleep, I walk right back out of my room and head to the first floor. You see, this very motel I am in is so shitty that it's currently on the market! I believe I have the money to buy and transform this into a respectable shelter for those struggling. If I don't, I can always get some through the stock market.
Or illegally!
I approach the front desk and offer the nearly asleep attendant a smile, "Hey, where's your leader? I want to buy this building!"
The attendant gives me an unamused look, "Seriously?"
"Yes. Now bring me your leader!"
"Whatever," The attendant grumbles as they grab the phone to call someone. After a few words I can not translate, they hang up, "He'll be here in a minute...or two...or three...or four-"
"I get it. Thank you!" I tell them as I strut to the lobby to sit down.
This is really impulsive, huh? This is probably not the smartest idea in the world. However, I am dying, so I should be allowed to make as many stupid decisions as I want at this point. Let me live my life!
It doesn't take long for this old guy to enter the lobby and lock eyes at me.
He looks at me, "You want to buy this dump?"
"Uh, yeah? Sir, this is literally your place," I clarify as I sit up, "I'll pay full price. It's still the price on the window, yes?" Now there is shock on his face.
"Well, yes! Is this a dream?"
"Nope! I need a building for a very important project, and I believe this is a perfect fit!" Actually, I have no idea on the second statement. There's probably a million places better than this. The only reason I am not looking is because that is too much work. Besides, this guy looks happy for me to buy his building. Maybe it will make his life better if I get this piece of dump off his back. He looks like he is supposed to be retired anyway.
The man gasps as a hand goes over his chest, "I'm sorry, I just never thought I would hear those words. I always thought I would have this taken away and lose everything." Oh shit.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore with this, right?"
"No no no, my wife will be so happy. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."
"It's not a problem. Considering the time, you want to do this deal tomorrow then? That way you can gather everything, and I can figure out how to do this deal in the first place?"
"Yes, of course. I can have it ready by noon."
"I can work with that! We'll discuss the details then. For now, I have been neglecting my body, so I need to go get some rest. Good night, old man!" I start to walk off when he calls back.
"Wait, what's your name?!" Oh, that may be useful.
I look over my shoulder at him and flash him a smile, "It's Mikumo!"
He nods, "I'm Moteru. Again, thank you for this. Good night." Moteru, huh? We'll see if I remember that!
"Good night, then, Moteru!"
With that, I make my way back to my room. Well, the easy part is done! I even helped an old man like Gordon Ramsey would! It's now time to figure out how the fuck I am going to pull this off!
Which means you guys need to go so shoo! As of tomorrow, I will be a busy man trying to make a difference in the world!
Now go! Bye bye! I'll bring everyone back for updates!