semaphoring: (Tol)
Iida Tenya ([personal profile] semaphoring) wrote2021-06-22 10:24 pm

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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subject_013: (Plague doctor)

[personal profile] subject_013 2021-08-23 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
The other nods and stabs the thing in the back of its head, where the spine and the brain box meet. A spurt of blood gushes out and the masked stranger stabs it again, causing the head to sag. The last of the thing's legs buckle and the stranger leaps clear of the toppling body, tucking and rolling before righting himself in a crouch some feet away. The corpse twitches, but the eyes are growing dull. The stranger approaches the Beast then takes a flask from somewhere inside his cloak. uncorking it and holding it to one of the Beast's still-oozing wounds.

"You're swift. Have you considered taking a weapon?" the stranger asks, glancing up from his work.
Edited 2021-08-23 02:12 (UTC)
subject_013: (Plague doctor)

[personal profile] subject_013 2021-09-01 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The stranger corks the bottle and tucks it inside his cloak, then wipes the blade clean before sheathing it.

"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?"
Edited 2021-09-01 19:41 (UTC)