The Red Finger Crew Just Got A Whole Lot Bigger
Red Finger Meeting Room
The elite members of the now infamous (though anonymous) Imamu Red Finger Villain group were sat around the meeting table, the very same that they used to plan the highly successful assassination they just pulled off days prior. Though they did not languish in their victory, for their righteous war to bring down the facetious constructs deemed Heroic Society had just begun. Thus, the rest of the team were out and about, with one of their main priorities being actively looking for new and powerful allies that they could add to their cause.
It seemed they were successful in their endeavor, as new empty seat sat across from the Imamu. This seat was disproportionately large, so much so that it looked as if it comfortably fit every member of the Red Fingers at once asides from whatever behemoth was meant to sit there. Asides from its size, it was as luxurious as all the others, finely cushioned and ornate to a degree that most people would find arrogantly pretentious if it wasn't for it's evident beauty.
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Every step that the person going up the stairs could be heard more and more as the individual causing them got closer, and it was a testament to the quality of the architecture within the base that no shaking, creaking, or breaking occurred as they continued their ascent up the stairs. It was quite evident that the empty chair that could be reliably used as a bed for some of the smaller individuals in their group was meant for the being currently climbing the steps to the meeting room.
From what The Red Finger's intelligence could gather, their newest member was currently wanted in the United States and Japan for innumerable counts of Petty Theft, Shoplifting, Theft, Burglary, Larceny, and Grand Theft along with several dozen counts of 1st Degree Murder. None of that mattered though, as their newly endowed righteous purpose would cleanse them of their sins.
A very large clearly American man ducked under the door leading into the room. The door was two and a half meters tall.
Finally, the newest member had arrived. Joe Dumpkin. The Big Man. To say that he lived up to his title was an understatement, as at a glance it looked as if the man weighed at least 1,200lbs and was about 6 feet wide. Despite his massive frame he walked with no difficulty at all, save for some psychosomatic lethargy that could be shrugged off with little to no effort on his part.
His eyes were but orbs of pure animalistic intent, with no intelligence or emotions able to be discerned from the black dots that darted around the room, looking upon what would supposedly were his allies along with the extravagance that now surrounded him. His nose, like the rest of him, was disproportionately large as his enhanced naval cavity and sinuses rode all the way up his forehead, absorbing whatever information it could from the various scents both natural and artificial that were within the compound. His ears were positioned near where his neck would be if were not for all the flesh that currently rendered it non-existent. The auditory organs themselves were large, pointed, and floppy, with Imamu being reminded of the rare times he could see a rhino back home as they flickered about.
In fact, the aforementioned animal was what Imamu was reminded of in general when it came to the man in front of him, a rhinoceros. A large creature filled with power in that had one hell of a temper if the reports about him were to be believed. Though even the eyes of a rhinoceros held more humanity than what now sat in front of him. Even though Imamu was more than used to various mutation-granting Quirks, he couldn't help but be slightly unnerved.
It was perfect for their cause. Imamu began the introductions in his usual sweet baritone.
"Is everything to your liking Mr.Dumpkin?"
Joe took a second to think, Quirk-induced or otherwise he tended to be quite slow with his thinking.
"Could use a tech upgrade. I'll take care of it. Otherwise it's good."
Unlike Imamu, Joe's voice was a resounding base that somehow echoed within itself due to whatever extensive mutation his body has undergone. Asides from it's strange nature, Joe's voice betrayed absolutely no enthusiasm whatsoever, the tone remaining entirely flat throughout his dialogue.
Though the middle part in there intrigued Imamu and the rest. As much as they wished to, the Red Finger would not yet reveal itself to Japan, and having many restrictions on the technological capabilities within their base was one such way of ensuring that that would not come to pass. Although his eyes certainly didn't give away any intelligence, Imamu would never underestimate the capabilities of those under his guidance. He decided to get the opinion of the man himself, after all regardless of the specific nature of his deeds Joe is a seasoned villain and (hopefully) wouldn't be so foolish as to install internet access within their base and call it a day.
"I mean no offense, but what technological upgrades do you intend to add to our base of operations?"
Joe responded with a small nod and the same blank tone.
"None taken. Give me time and hardware and I'll make a localized computer server network. Should be able to hold all the data you need and want, along with being able to store and generate detailed 3 dimensional imagery of building schematics. It'll be relatively untraceable once I get rid of all the installed hardware and firmware trackers. The stores won't care if I steal the hardware necessary, "
The Red Finger group could officially be called The Suprised Finger group with how much their leader was colored in it, even if he didn't show it. No offense to the man, but Imamu was expecting another Agent Green, an operative that could serve as very versatile but ultimately dumb muscle. What he got was an apparently quite competent IT guy along with the muscle. The Red Finger group already had many advantages over the heroes via having a unified cause and excellent teamwork, but relatively free technological improvements would still serve as a massive boon. Best not to look the gift rhinoceros in the mouth in this case.
"That sounds quite nice indeed. Anything else you need or want?"
Joe once more sat in thought before he spoke.
"Asides from the tech level, I've liked everything I've seen. I can't think of anything I'd change."
Imamu smirked. That's what he liked to see. As much as he wouldn't admit it, one of the main reasons he picked out Joe for recruitment was because of him being inherently very easy to please. He only ever goes after food, drink, and entertainment. It was admirable in a way, not wanting any luxuries and only sticking to the basic wants of humankind. Imamu could only imagine what kind of ludicrous demands recruiting someone like Tatarimokke to his side would come with.
In fact, Joe's lack of devotion to anything or anyone asides from himself and his primal desires ironically made him quite apt for the more religious side of the Red Finger group. Though that discussion would be held at another time once Joe's loyalty had been thoroughly proven. That loyalty would hopefully begin right now, as Imamu offered a handshake to the giant in front of him.
"Well then, let this be a long and fruitful partnership Mr.Dumpkin."
"Yeah."
And thus, with that simple gesture the Red Finger crew just got a whole lot bigger.