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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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One, propriety means absolutely nothing in this world, and demanding it of people where it doesn't matter has caused him more problems than naught and, two... ah. It's hardly fitting to demand respect when the Nightray line had been cut down to nearly nothing by his own hands. It's laughable to even consider he might have some right to carry his title with any amount of pride.
"Elliot," He offers after a quiet moment, gently handing over the batcat to him. "Do you prefer Tenya, then?"
You know, so he's clear.
He takes a moment to glance around, and then he will point to what looks like a white canopy on the boardwalk.
"That looks like one of their stations. Let's start there."
no subject
It was rude to insist that people follow conventions that were not part of their own culture, just as it was useless to expect a degree of respect just do to his good marks in school or his familial connections. It was also utterly needless to feel bound to conventions which did not exist within this realm.
No one saw him as a hero-in-training. No one recognized him from the publicized tests and demonstrations he had already taken part on within his first half a year in school.
Also-- he had been perfectly willing to use 'Tenya' as a handle, until he came to terms with his own personal crises.
"...Of course," He said with a sheepish looking smile. "One of my classmates back home insists that everyone she wants to be friends with call her by a nickname. I suppose this isn't much different."
He glanced over at Elliot as they neared the way station, a little unnerved by the flickering lights within. No matter what, they had a small creature to take care of. They could handle this.
"Very well, let's hope that someone's on duty inside."
And, with that, he knocked on the door.