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semaphoring) wrote2021-06-22 10:24 pm
semaphoring) wrote2021-06-22 10:24 pm
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Voice Testing | Setting: Trench
In The City-- a general prompt for anyone at the beach
He didn't know what 'home' was any longer.
Tenya Iida had resided in Trench long enough for the seasons to change-- the heat and coastal humidity of summer had slowed into a brisk fall that had Tenya instinctively looking towards starting a new semester at UA, a continuation of his life, his duties, and his ongoing education to become the Hero that his brother was. Yet, in Trench, Tenya found himself in a rare situation where he could exist by his own terms... as Tenya, not the man who was to become Turbo Hero: Ingenium when he attained his licensure.
It was strange. He wasn't sure how he felt. The only matter he was certain of was that Trench needed more help than was available within the city itself.
... Oh, how his classmates at UA would hardly be surprised if they could see him now.
The little cat that had appeared by his side when he arrived, a calico he had taken to calling Tama after an old Shinto deity of the subways, was curled in the hood of his jacket while he jogged over the shoreline that brisk morning and mused over what had become of his life.
Although his world still needed 'Ingenium'... Trench needed anyone with the will and heart to be a Hero.
Needing A Hero-- A fighting prompt
The Moon Presence was the only sign of hope amid the desolation of the Beast attack that had befallen Trenchwood. Corruption ran rampant through trench, and at times it felt as if the surges rose and fell with the ebb of the tide. Having grown up on an island nation, Tenya was no stranger to the power of the tides-- and it was chilling how chaos rose and fell within that pattern. Speed may have been his gift, but not even he was fast enough to help the architects and agriculture workers from saving their fields.
Fires ate through the crops, and Tenya was taking one last lap around in search of any stragglers. Food was important-- but survival was moreso. Spotting a figure at the far end of the field, he skid to a stop, heels kicking up dust and ash, and frantically sought to get the individual's attention.
"Hey, let's keep moving! It's not worth it to stay any longer!"
He'd carry them out if he had to. No one was going to get left behind
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He didn't know what 'home' was any longer.
Tenya Iida had resided in Trench long enough for the seasons to change-- the heat and coastal humidity of summer had slowed into a brisk fall that had Tenya instinctively looking towards starting a new semester at UA, a continuation of his life, his duties, and his ongoing education to become the Hero that his brother was. Yet, in Trench, Tenya found himself in a rare situation where he could exist by his own terms... as Tenya, not the man who was to become Turbo Hero: Ingenium when he attained his licensure.
It was strange. He wasn't sure how he felt. The only matter he was certain of was that Trench needed more help than was available within the city itself.
... Oh, how his classmates at UA would hardly be surprised if they could see him now.
The little cat that had appeared by his side when he arrived, a calico he had taken to calling Tama after an old Shinto deity of the subways, was curled in the hood of his jacket while he jogged over the shoreline that brisk morning and mused over what had become of his life.
Although his world still needed 'Ingenium'... Trench needed anyone with the will and heart to be a Hero.
Needing A Hero-- A fighting prompt
The Moon Presence was the only sign of hope amid the desolation of the Beast attack that had befallen Trenchwood. Corruption ran rampant through trench, and at times it felt as if the surges rose and fell with the ebb of the tide. Having grown up on an island nation, Tenya was no stranger to the power of the tides-- and it was chilling how chaos rose and fell within that pattern. Speed may have been his gift, but not even he was fast enough to help the architects and agriculture workers from saving their fields.
Fires ate through the crops, and Tenya was taking one last lap around in search of any stragglers. Food was important-- but survival was moreso. Spotting a figure at the far end of the field, he skid to a stop, heels kicking up dust and ash, and frantically sought to get the individual's attention.
"Hey, let's keep moving! It's not worth it to stay any longer!"
He'd carry them out if he had to. No one was going to get left behind
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It just proved that people were still people, regardless of what part of the grand multiverse they came from. Iida fell into step in front of the man, and sucked in a breath to steady his own nerves. Difficult as it was to trust such an ominous looking man, he knew his choices were limited.
He also was a combatant who relied on his body, not a weapon.
"Very well. I'll keep an eye on the front. Don't worry about distance if the threat becomes too difficult-- I can take care of that."
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The other reaches under his feathered cloak with his free hand and takes out a fair-sized glass flask containing an odd greenish fluid, weighting it in his palm. "I can create some cover as well, if it comes to that."
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Tenya uttered with a nod, knowing full well how dangerous it was to rely upon luck in a situation like this. Luck had not served himself or any of his classmates during the various disasters they had faced since the start of school only a few short months ago. But, still... he wanted to have hope.
"But, thank you. Should it be too dangerous, I can make certain we reach the Lamp quickly and safely."
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The screech rises again, and something with too many legs with too many joints and one mouth too many lumbers out of the shadows. The thing is badly scorched and as much in pain as it is enraged.
"Shall I flank while you take point? Or would you rather flank?" the bird-clad stranger asks.
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Tenya said tightly, already prepared to move at the slightest warning. He knew that he was with someone more experienced with creatures like this than he was-- possibly someone from that place called 'Deerington' he had heard mentioned throughout town.
He knew when to tread carefully, and this was one such time.
[CW: violence]
He rushes the Beast, nearly getting underneath it and slashing at the back of the joints of one leg-like limb. The thing roars and staggers as it tries to turn on him, its main mouth howling. He darts aside, avoiding the main mouth and slashes at the joints of another leg. The Beast is so distracted trying to attack the corvid stranger that it doesn't seem to notice its attacker has a companion...
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Tenya agreed-- with the knowledge that severe burns were an injury no one wished to receive. Watching the other man move, he quickly joined with the only weapon he had:
His own legs.
Leaping forth, Tenya went for the many legs that weren't natural, with only the goal of a swift ending in mind. Moving any slower would torment the creature unnecessarily.]
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No one knew his skills, likewise he didn't know their's. What he did know was that the man was holding the blade with clearly lethal intent, and Tenya wanted to be nowhere near the creature when the blow finally came.
Meeting the man's masked gaze, he nodded and leapt out of the way.
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"You're swift. Have you considered taking a weapon?" the stranger asks, glancing up from his work.
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There was no hiding Tenya's sympathetic wince when the stranger landed the final blow and the wounded creature finally fell. He had seen creatures so cruelly twisted before, but the Nomu, even with their exposed brains, hardly seemed to experience pain.
Unable to meet the man's eye, Tenya shook his head.
"I haven't. No one in my family has ever really used one before..."
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"In this place, it would be wise to take up one and learn to use it well. A blade's only as good as the skill of the one wielding it," the stranger says. "You seem like a quick learn as a fighter, though I take it you haven't been here for long? You'll see many terrible things here."
He looks around them, clearly keeping watch for any more threats, but the worst comes from the fire. "We may have done as much as we can here. Shall we depart for safer ground?"