Nagasaki

With the concert having been evacuated, and not a soul around to watch the food vendors' stands, Tony patrolled the various stands, grabbing his fill of food amidst the commotion on stage. His attention drifted over the 'fight' every now and then with huge disinterest, just so that he could watch over Naomi. Really, he couldn't call this much of a fight.

Decked out in his scrap-plating and costume, he wasn't really planning on jumping into the fray unless Naomi's life was in danger. But her powers seemed rather...broad. Flexible. Seemingly without definition or limit thus far. That and...really, he didn't hold any interest in beating up or killing full-blown heroes. It wasn't his style, and it sure as hell wasn't going to make Japan any safer. When Naomi had left, it didn't take him long to figure out why, judging where she had gone off to.

With his mouth piece off, he munched away at hotdog, dressed in mustard and ketchup. This obsession with Tyuki, her band, and her...apparent posse of super heroes, which was her band and herself included. It wasn't even murderous or hateful. It seemed more...cartoon-ish. Formulaic. A check to scratch off her list of Saturday Morning rendition of villainy. Was she even trying? Maybe she just wasn't capable of that same rage that he was. That killing intent. The revelry in the brutality, the high of the bloodlust. Or, more to the point, maybe this was just an ego boost for her. Something to make her feel important. Relevant.

The latter made more sense as he heard her cackle, and cringed forcibly. This really did remind him all too much of those cheesy cartoons. Yet at the same time, he wondered how she came to choose this particular path in life. She was already a successful comic book artist. He finished his hotdog, and mused that perhaps she wanted to create her own story, with more than just inks and paints. Still, what a terrible way of going about it. But Tony could only chuckle softly as the din continued.

This was coming from the guy who only knew how to paint with red.

"Everything is bad and getting worse. Everyone, stop asking questions and leave!" Most everything once resembling a stage now resembled a trash dump. A nice trash dump where rich people threw away their stuff far from the trash dumps of the poor people, but still, a trash dump.

"Who put you in charge?" Bonnie pointed two arms towards Bliss.

"I voted for fake Yui!" The guitar strap around Kyrie's neck held both pieces of the shattered guitar in order.

Most of Yui's bass remained in tact, but it was also dug into Bonnie's drum kit and buried under the entirety of the stage. "I wanted to vote for myself, but thought fake me is more qualified." Ripples of water ran down Yui's face from the high pitched frequency of Kyrie's voice.

"That's a question! Stop asking questions! Those are dumb answers! Stop being dumb!" Bliss tried her worst to make everyone better.

"Bliss, you've reached your yelling limit for today, or did you forget about the exact change incident at the frozen yogurt stand?" Ashley tried to pick the lock on Tsukimi's handcuffs with a nail file while Tsukimi tried to reach into her pocket for the keys.

"This is an emergency and in emergencies, I am contractually allowed to yell all I want."

"You added that into the contract after I signed it-"

"Shady! You are shady!" Tsukimi worked the key into the lock and sprang her hands before cuffing herself to Ashley and throwing the key down a drain. "I am placing you under arrest for being shady!"

"That's not a crime!" A piece of flooring cracked under the weight of Bliss' foot. "I'm putting you under arrest for thinking handcuffs make you able to arrest people! And why are you handcuffed to someone who isn't even me!"

"She goes where you go. I go where you go now."

"Yeah, I figured that out too. It's pretty solid logic." Ashley held up her locked hand. "We need to get out and- oh Tyuki is getting kidnapped."

"Tyuki!" The lock on the handcuffs opened once more and the cuff levitated towards Bliss. Spotting the only thing that looked evil enough to be throwing things and trapping Tyuki in glass boxes. "People who put other people in glass houses shouldn't- well, I don't a conclusion to that, but I can do this." Telekinetic force flung the handcuffs towards Naomi to try and cuff her hands behind a pillar. Bliss would try to rip the box apart to save Tyuki, noticing the others had left the stage area, pitting Bliss and Tyuki on their own.

Followed by the cracking of the stage after a colossal tremor, a gauntlet reached out and tore the cuffs out of the air by the chain, rendering the cuffs useless. There Tony was, in his bloodstained costume, coming to the rescue. He smelled of death and viscera, a fresh kill? Maybe, but he didn't seem to be doing too much at the moment. His head slowly turned to Naomi.

"...Are we done here? Really didn't want to have to put myself out here like this. 'Cause now people know that I'm a thing, and people are going to wonder why I'm covered in blood, and how many people of killed, buncha bullshit I really don't feel like dealing with tonight."

He let the cuffs drop, a huff pouring out the mouth of his unsettling mask. He scooped up Naomi in one arm, hefting her over her shoulder.

"Sorry about that, ladies. Just wanted to say, you've got a good thing going, the band more than the, hero stuff, but I guess that helps, too. You know, you might to pull in more fans by setting up a charity event. I hear the suicide rates are still pretty high."

...What was this sentimental shit Tony was pulling out of his ass?

"Never know, maybe some of your fans need help. They look up to you. Anyways, enough ramblings of a psychopath covered in dried blood, later shitlords."

With a bound and a punch, the masked renegade made his exit with his interest slung over his shoulder, punching a hole out of the concert walls as he made his daring escape. Using his raw super strength, he jaunted away into the night with-...actually, now that he thought about it, did Naomi even have a title?

...Come to think of it, he didn't have one either, did he?

"...Nice going, Dreamcast. I think I saw one of them shit their pants. Shame they didn't wear their brown pants." It was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious, he sounded utterly exhausted.

The sole microphone left on the stage tore from the stand and slammed into Bliss' waiting hands. Once the microphone fell within her tightened grip, she brought it up to her mouth. "Bad bitches like me is hard to come by. " Bliss dropped that shit like a bad habit. "Baths sound good. You kinda smell right now, but there are more important things right now. First of all, we probably need to find Chelle because there is like a thousand percent chance she is the devil, or it might be someone else, but who cares. You have to guitar battle him. Also, don't wrack up billions of dollars worth of damage or I lose my company. Also, Jules is your manager now. I'm going to go ahead and just say shut up before you say anything. Oh, and I'm not walking out of this place, so you better start growing wings."

"Everyone grab the most expensive thing you can, we need to make sure we don't leave behind anything we can't sell. We need to make money to cover charges, so we will probably be having a bake sale to pay for the damages, okay?" Ashley picked up a guitar and threw it over her shoulder while picking up an amp. "Whoever makes the most money can get a vacation! To wherever me and Bliss decide to send you." Ashley leaned in for a whisper to the band. "I'll put in more say."

"Who is responsible for this debacle!" Tsukimi wrapped chords around her shoulder as she picked up a snare drum. "There are many people who seem to be-"

Ashley held back her storm of impatience as she ushered the three girls into pack mules. "Grab stuff. Let's leave. Okay?"