"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[ That decides her pretty damned fast. In a sequence that might involve hijacking keys with a flirtatious smile and grabbing the right motorcycle, Yang is mobile within minutes.
... And also with a gang of super pissed thugs on her tail, so as she catches up to Yata-- ]
[ He cannot believe what is happening right now. However, the bikers hot on their tail only make them seem more threatening to the thief when he looks back, which urges him to zip into a narrow alley. ]
[ Wow. But Yang, you say that like you're not sure if he can do it. ]
Can I? Ha!
[ Because he sure as hell can. He makes a turn at the next corner to meet their thief at the other side, leaving Yang with the biker gang. Yata's not worried though. ]
[ Where is she? In case something's holding her up, Yata decides to go ahead and chase after the thief, his eyes now red like fire. In a panic, the thief looks behind him... ]
[ He darts toward the thief, hoping to catch him before he lands. There's a scream, a crash, a clang, and Yata gets there a second too late. The thief breaks a window with his fall and lands in a restaurant. ]
[ The thief only moans in pain on the ground... He didn't ask for any of this, so he'll just close his eyes. Yata uses this opportunity to take the purse back. His victory, however, is short-lived when the manager loses it. ]
Try not to steal from little old ladies next time, yeah?
[ The thief groans in response. He probably can't even hear Yata right now. The management is unsure about this compromise, though... Just then, an old lady walks into the restaurant complaining about how a man took her purse a while ago... It's Yata's time to shine. He shows her the purse with a bright smile. ]
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... Should they really stop a crime by committing other crimes... ]
No problem!
[ While Yang is undecided, Yata uses his aura to give himself a speed boost. Red light trails behind his skateboard as he zooms down the streets. ]
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... And also with a gang of super pissed thugs on her tail, so as she catches up to Yata-- ]
Might want to kick it up a notch!
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[ He cannot believe what is happening right now. However, the bikers hot on their tail only make them seem more threatening to the thief when he looks back, which urges him to zip into a narrow alley. ]
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[ Yep. But she's leaning down close to the motorcycle as she veers off after him. ]
Can you cut him off?
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Can I? Ha!
[ Because he sure as hell can. He makes a turn at the next corner to meet their thief at the other side, leaving Yang with the biker gang. Yata's not worried though. ]
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Because yeah, Yang's totally fine. Not in sight when Yata appears in front of the thief, though-- not yet, anyway. ]
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He looked like a thief who needed to fly, anyway. ]
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Damn.
... Hey, what about the purse?
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Um, well, he'll have to land.
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Oi...
[ Well, no one's perfect. ]
I'll catch him. What happened to your motorcycle?
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[ ditched it? Yep. ]
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Do you ever stop being badass?
[ No one man should have all that power... ]
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... I'll take that as a compliment. And sure, I have my moments.
[ miss Got-Punched-Through-The-School-Cafeteria-Roof-With-A-Watermelon-Hammer. ]
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Let's talk about it later. We got a thief to catch.
[ With one foot on his borrowed skateboard, Yata gets ready to go. Though chasing the thief down with Yang was fun, he looks serious about this. ]
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[ because she probably shouldn't activate her Semblance for something like this, and that sure is the thief pinwheeling down right about now. ]
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Hey, jackass! Give it back!
[ The thief only moans in pain on the ground... He didn't ask for any of this, so he'll just close his eyes. Yata uses this opportunity to take the purse back. His victory, however, is short-lived when the manager loses it. ]
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Oh, don't worry-- this guy who just broke your window's willing to cover the property damage. We'll leave him to you.
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Try not to steal from little old ladies next time, yeah?
[ The thief groans in response. He probably can't even hear Yata right now. The management is unsure about this compromise, though... Just then, an old lady walks into the restaurant complaining about how a man took her purse a while ago... It's Yata's time to shine. He shows her the purse with a bright smile. ]
Ah, don't worry, ma'am! We got 'im for y—
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[ She shrieks as she whacks him with the purse he returned. "So it was you! You dirty, good-for-nothing hooligan!" ]
No, I just—Ow! Ow! Ow, fuck— [ And she hits him again. No swearing! ]
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He got it back for you! Your thief's the guy groaning on the ground!
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