Voice Testing | Setting: Trench

[semaphoring]

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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in the city

[glitchinthesystem]

He'd been on this beach for awhile now himself. Coming and going every so often since he got here. He had chosen to come back to Deerington...Trench...whatever this place was. Why? He's not even sure he could pin down the reason to be honest. Still, this whole place had a whole other gloomy vibe to it with there being no sun.

There's not much to do other than think about if the right choices were made, if even he made the right choices. He supposes at least he knows his choices have all been pretty crap for a long while now. Either way, he's taking the time and the quiet for what it's worth. At least right now there were no monsters.

He had found a large boulder by the water and sat up on it, skipping smaller stones he had collected on the water front. He might've done this for awhile until he heard someone's footsteps approaching. He raised a brow, turning towards the noise before he see's a boy running his way. For a moment, he's quiet as he looks at them confused. He's pretty sure he's not seen this kid before not in Deerington anyways. Was he a citizen?

No. That didn't track either; the guy's clothes didn't look old fashioned like the rest of the people's here. Even he knows he stands out like a sore thumb with how his own clothes didn't match the time period this place seemed to be stuck in. So, he lowers his hands and places them behind himself as he leans back on the boulder to look the other guy over.

"So. Newbie? Veteran? Or am I just hallucinating you?" Great way to start a convo.

[Needing a Hero]

[subject_013]

He might have come upon a tall figure clad in a black cloak over a long leather robe,
stooped down, pulling a bone-like sword from the body of a Beast. The figure straightens up, wiping the blade clean on a bit of cloth produced from inside its garments. The figure lifts its head, turning toward Tenya, revealing a face like that of a large corvid, though closer inspection reveals it as a mask with eyepieces of tinted glass.

"Still too many Beasts," the figure says in a gruff voice. It turns its face briefly back to the dead Beast before kicking the corpse. "One less to contend with."

beach!

[punchesyu]

If it wasn't one freaky world he was finding himself in, it's another. He finds himself wandering the beach of this new landscape, missing the amenities of normal life. This was new and exciting and all, but there's something about air conditioning that just can't be replaced.

He can see a figure further down the shore, jogging along its edge. Yosuke can't fathom exercising at a time like this, but some people are just real go getters like that. He waves as they approach, grinning at the man.

"Hey! Slow down for a sec would ya?"

In the city

[chickenchoicejudy]

Ryan wasn't much of a morning person even before Trench. Now though? This is basically late in the evening for him. Being paleblooded has really allowed him to just let go of old societal norms and be somewhat nocturnal.

That didn't mean he didn't still get the occasional bit of insomnia though. It just...happened at weirder times of day, that's all. Totally fine.

So, early in the morning, as what little sun they get starts to rise for the day, Ryan sits on the edge of the boardwalk facing the shore, dangling his legs back and forth. His outfit is practical but striking, but the thing that really stands out is the electric guitar in his hands. Iida might be able to hear a soft song drifting over the beach, carrying a strange nostalgia with it. Ryan didn't feel like bringing his equipment, so instead of being a loud disturbance first thing in the morning it's a soothing, unplugged sound.

beach!!

[greatestfall]

Tenya's quiet morning would be interrupted very a brusque, loud, booming voice. The seagulls scatter in fear.

"YOU!"

Should he look, he will find a well-dressed teenager in a dark coat and blue necktie pointing in Tenya's direction. His expression is sharp and piercing, accusatory. In his other hand he holds something bundled close to his chest, and on his hip rest a black-hilted sword. It looks like he means business.

"I've got a bone to pick with you!"

hero hero hero

[velvet_teen]

Welcome to the apple orchard, it has trees standing. Two of these trees are being used as anchor points for a very long chain. The middle of the chain is wrapped around the neck of a horrible hairy reptile shape, and on top of the Beast, yanking on the slack of the chain, is a snarling girl.

"You can go! I'm gonna break this bastard's neck!!"

in the city

[borntolove]

The Doctor is wearing his long brown trench coat with his blue pinstripe suit. Everything came back - finally. Between finding Jack and beating those pirates. He figured out who he was. Now, the question is more about this place. The Doctor remembers that cube Peter showed them some time ago.

The real question is - did they make the right choice as a whole. The Doctor doesn't doubt his own choices. However, the choices of the rest with the faith of the eggs - he does worry about. From a simple process of elimination, The Doctor can figure out which side of that cube they are in.

"Pthumerians... Who are the Pthumerians?"

Ten eyes into the starry and Moon-lite sky. His own eyes reflecting, belonging with that. Almost like he is one with the universe.

In the city

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul still didn't know what to make of the Omen that had appeared. It was a red Maalraas, a rather intimidating species from the galaxy he came from. While being terrifying just by virtue of being a creature that was all teeth at first glance, it actually was far calmer than Maul in temperament and more naturally protective of the people around them. Vengeful Snuzzle was their name, though it went by Venge most of the time.

Venge was currently perched on a large boulder and watching Maul as he went through his katas, the series of stylistic movements that made up the various styles of how to wield a lightsaber. Except in cases where he was completely incapacitated by sickness or something just as bad, he did this every morning. It helped to center himself and start the day off right.

When Venge caught sight of Iida, they were intrigued. They loped easily alongside the jogging man, but despite looking like the stuff human nightmares were made of, they didn't seem prone to attack. They were just curious, sniffing and chuffing to see who this new person was.