1739-Rabbit

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File Name: Unavailable
Villain Tag: 1739
Category: 2
Activity: Unkown
Physical Description: Unknown
Affiliation: N/A

It was a long week. Nothing happened and nothing is happening. I had propped my arm against my desk while I spun my pen around. There was a knock on my office door, I had recently gained my own office which was nice but I seemed to get less work done. "Come in." "Tsukauchi-Kun?" I looked up from my computer, unmistakable frazzled blonde hair moved closer to me. I got up from my desk and gave him a small embrace, "How are you Toshinori?" He made a weak smile, "Still kicking, and you?" I scooted a chair closer to him. "Stuck on this damn case." I held my head in my hands, "This is classified, however since you have clearance I may as well tell you."

"Remember the Gassing at the mall a few weeks back?" He nodded, "I'm on a case regarding it and it is incredibly frustrating. All of a sudden it seems they have gone through a dry spell. He was going through 3-4 individual people a week and now it's maybe 1 at the very most each week, this has gone on for a month or so."

Toshinori paused for a second, deep in thought, "He may be running out of whatever supplies he was using to achieve these effects?" I slowly nodded my head, "It's very possible." I got up from my chair, "Wait here I'm going to ask for an analysis on the chemicals found in the victims' lungs and if we have any samples from the mall attack." I sped over to one of the head chiefs of investigations at the station, "I need samples of the substances found at the mall after the gassing, see if you can get any volunteers of past victims of 1739's operations to get samples of lung tissue." The black haired man looked up at me, "You've found a lead?" "This is the first step towards getting one." He smiled, "Amazing Naomasa-San." "Thank you sir, but really you should tell that to Toshinori-San."

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"Rabbit?" "Hello Giran what is it?" I heard a crinkling sound on the other side of the line, "Get ready I'm going to be pulling up soon." "Thanks I'll be waiting." The line went dead. I grabbed a sanitary mask and put on my dark green hoodie before putting on my backpack and walking outside to put on my shoes. I walked out the door and down the stairs, it was chilly outside, I put my hands into my pockets. I saw a car pull up and I went over to it.

"I'm taking you down to meet with some gang. All you need to do is get rid of his quirk and the rest of the payment for you costume will be completed." "Thanks Giran." I looked out the window, "What's your quirk?" "Why do you want to know huh?" He looked back at me with a smirk, "Just curious, that's all." He chuckled, "My quirk is called Muddiness, if I touch someone's head and will it to happen, I'm able to erase their memories of the past few minutes." "How interesting. Can you reverse it?" "Nope." He lit another cigarette, "By the way in a few days the League is gonna want you to try on your outfit." "It's ready so soon?" "Yeah they get shit done real fast."

The car turned down into an underground parking lot. "I'll come with you. It's a bit confusing." I nodded, we went down two more floors before parked and motioned for me to get out. "Reeks down here." I said before adjusting my mask. "I'm surprised you haven't seen a pattern yet, kid." "Sometimes it smells slightly better than the last." We walked over to a door that appeared to be a piping maintenance door. Giran texted whoever was on the other end and after a few minutes of waiting the door opened. "Ah Giran, come in." I followed, the man who had opened the door was a bit too chatty for my liking. "So how was your guys' day?" I stayed silent while Giran talked about stocks... or something I wasn't listening.

We went up a flight of stairs and oh boy a fucking hole in the ground. "I'll pass you off to the boss now." A tall muscular man came out from another hole in the wall. 'Jesus these people are literal moles.' I thought to myself. "You are... Rabbit?" "Yes." "You are very small." I ignored that comment, "Where is he?" He motioned back through the hole. "Do go first." I said, I don't care that I'm not well known with my "villain" name, you can never be too careful. He lead me through the entry way and there I saw another man, much less muscular than the first, laying on the ground. He had cuts all over his body and looked nearly dead, honestly what was the point. Who cares I'll get my end of the deal.

Giran had gone back to grab the ventilator, very inconvenient I'm aware, I've been working on injections recently, but of course with that comes a new problem. Where do I get my syringes? Either way that's a problem for later. I hooked up the ventilator and sat down. A smaller man came over and stood by me, "You did that mall thing, didn't you?" I nodded. I'm proud of it in my underground life. "Why?" I had agreed to keep my ideals under wraps until things began to heat up and I had more people on my side, my answer for most people who asked was, "I wanted to." He looked at me, disturbed probably. "You probably kill people all the time what's your problem?" I snickered, "I think I did objectively something much less worse." He shuffled his feet against the ground, "Do you take... commissions or something?"

My face brightened under my mask, "Absolutely, why is it for you?" He shook his head, "I'm just thinking about it. Potential buyer or something..." "Contact Giran if you ever make a decision on that, yeah?"

We walked out of the mole men's hideout in a hurry, once we got into the car I opened the envelope that had been given to me, "Damn thats a lot of money." I handed it over to Giran, "This is probably the last payment right?" He shrugged, "How much is in that?" "45,000￥!" "Shit I think it is. You want to get your measurements taken for the costume?" "Yes."

A few minutes passed in silence, Giran turned the radio station's knob a few times. "Giran?" "Yeah?" "Do you know anyone who can help me turn this whole big procedure into something... I don't know... smaller?" I paused, seeing if he would give me an answer. "Why don't ya ask around when you're with the league? They have some pretty capable scientists and medical staff on hand." I groaned, "Kurogiri isn't a scientist Giran." "I'm serious they have connections to some insane mad scientist... heh I bet you two would get along." I glared at him. He smirked back, fresh cigarette hanging out of his mouth, we pulled up to side entrance of the bar that the league called home.

I hopped out and waved Giran away. I walked into the bar and was hit by an intense smell of rubbing alcohol. "Hello Rabbit." I waved back, "Why does it smell like a doctor's office?" "There was an accident." Grunted Shigaraki, "Look who came out of his cave." I sneered playfully, he didn't respond to my taunts much anymore. I hopped up onto a barstool, "Do you think we could do my measurements for my costume today? Or sometime this week or.... Just soon?" "Ah we do have a work in progress version of your costume on hand, if you'll follow me." We walked away from the rooms we usually went to, for training and such.

It was an extremely skinny hallway that felt damp. Gross. He beckoned for me to enter a fairly small room. In the middle of said room there was a mannequin, a mask rested atop the face. A traditional Japanese mask, the shape of a rabbit, painted black with embellishes of red decorating it. Long, elegant ears stuck up from the top of the mask. I stood up on my toes to take it from the mannequin. I cradled it in my arms, "It's perfect Kurogiri. Thank you..." I breathed.

"If you'll notice the inner part of the mask contains a small computer chip that you may use to input the names, faces and quirks of any person you wish. When used correctly it will identify any one person at a time. A microphone was also implanted into the mask to make communications easier between longer distances." "Incredible." He pointed over at the mannequin again, we also have the beginnings of your suit being made as you can see, we have this prototype here." I set the mask back onto the face before investigating the rest of the costume plans.

A black vest obscured the chest, while a utility police grade belt was strapped across the body. I looked at the floor, "I see you have spotted the boots, they are quite helpful." I squatted to inspect them, I picked one up and was astounded by how light it felt. It was the traditional quirkless styled shoes, made to accommodate the extra joint in the pinky toe. I flipped it over, they seemed to be more cleat like than the shoes I had on now. Small spikes stuck out amongst the grips, "Wonderful Kurogiri!" "I'm so pleased you like them."