The Vigilantes Of Tokyo Alliance, or V.O.T.A, is gaining more and more recognitions from the public. It's members are feared by most villians, and any hero worth their salt knows thier names. But what would happen if they found out these badass vigi...
The art is not mine but the photo above is basically what she looks like.
Sabine always enjoyed going on patrol. She loved the feeling of racing across the roofs. She loved the satisfying feeling in her gut when ever someone thanked her. It was just more proof that she was making her own path.
Currently, she was the only one on patrol tonight. The other two had wanted to come, but Sabine had made Miko stay and make sure her girlfriend didn't do anything stupid. Although if you called them girlfriends they would turn into sputtering tomatoes for about thirty minutes.
Sabine had known Miko and Belle since she was eight. And they clearly liked each other. It was just that neither had the guts to ask the other out. Really you'd think they'd be more confident with the whole being vigilantes. She thought. Miko literally ran away from home to be with her. I live with two obvlious idiots.
Sabine really didn't know much about love. Actually, she didn't know much about human Interaction in general. Miko and Belle had been the first people she had talked to in at least four years. And it had taken alot of warming up to them for her too open up. You see, Sabine was part nomu. For four years of her life she had been experimented on by All For One. So she had literally not had a decent conversation with someone for four years.
Sabine continued her patrol, jumping from rooftop to rooftop until she heard a scream from the alley beneath her. She peered down over the ledge. Two grown men were standing over a terrified looking woman.
"Give us all your money." One of the men said. This was a mugging. Sabine jumped down quietly behind the two men. Suddenly, she grabbed their heads, smashing them together, and knocking them out. She made quick work of tying them up, making sure the lady never saw her face. She putt the note stuck on one of their faces.
"Do you have a phone? If so, call the cops." She said, her back still turned to the woman. Her hood was up, hiding her long green hair which was pulled into a ponytail.
"Yes, I do. Thank you. What should I call you?" She asked.
"Call me Shatter."
Shatters signature.
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