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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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beach!!
"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!"
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"Me? What did I do?!" His hands and shoulders tensed up as the stranger marched over-- and, spotting the more immediate issue, there was no stopping the flood of words.
"I'm out here for a run, like an ordinary person! You, however...
Do you have proper registration for that sword?!"
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Oh, it is not every day someone can match him in volume. Elliot flummoxes his response, not used to being interrupted with such assertion.
"Registration!?" He says it with such indignation. Is this guy insulting him?? "This blade is the symbol of the Nightray family! It's proof of my name, it needs no such thing!"
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He moved his hands together in a downward stroke, robot-like and utterly impossible to ignore.
"That is a weapon that isn't attached to your person. It's only reasonable that you need a proper license! You wouldn't drive a car without license and insurance, would you?!"
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They are getting wildly off topic here, and probably some of the Wakers down the beach are starting to look in their direction. Still, Elliot digs his heels in the sand and responds with renewed resolve.
"YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT, SON OF THE IIDA FAMILY, WILL YOU HELP ME OR NOT!?"
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wat.
2/2-- wait, 3???
3/3
Congrats. You made him utterly quiet.
He may have hurt himself in his confusion. A part of him longs to slink back into the waves, tentacles curled up in defeat.
1/2
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"Do you know first aid? She's injured."
Should he look, he will find in his arms is a small batcat with a broken wing.
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"Nightray-kun," he said, full seriousness. "I am not a healer-- but I might be able to help you get her a little more comfortable while we find someone more knowledgeable."
Stepping closer, Tenya was all ready scanning down the beach and toward the boardwalk. In most other cities, such a place would have a basic first aid camp. There was no telling if that was also true in Trench.
"...How did this happen? If you don't mind my asking."
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So, he nods with acceptance. "Very well."
He will allow Tenya to take her, should he want, but he is clearly a fussed over this stray.
"I'm ...not entirely certain, I found her on my morning walk. I think she might have flown into a window and now she's in shock."
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He spoke in regards to his own experiences with both shoulder injuries and not being able to control his turns at high speeds-- and the sympathetic smile on his face as he gingerly accepted the small batcat showed this plainly. The small creature trembled in his hands while he briefly examined her, noting both the cool body temperature and the way she shuddered when his fingers brushed against her wing.
"First thing's first; we should keep her warm. Do, you mind holding her for a moment please?"
With a careful movements to not rattle the poor little thing, he was already starting to unzip his jacket.
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Anyway, he nods and takes the batcat back into his arms while he takes his jacket off. It really is frustrating, not knowing what to do. If this were home he'd have called any of the Nightray staff to come and help. He wasn't one to throw around his status, but as one of the four great dukedoms, his house just had a lot of servants and workers flitting in and out, generally at his family's beck and call.
Being on his own in this place had been an adjustment, and that meant figuring out what to do when something he wasn't used to handling himself cropped up. Like, in this instance, where he didn't know who to go to in the event of an injured animal. It seems trivial and at the same time, unbelievably frustrating.
"I haven't seen anything that might look like an animal clinic in this town, do you know anything about one, Mr...?
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And he was.
"It's Tenya."
He stated simply, gently handing off the jacket with a kind expression on his face. "You already know I'm from the Iida family, for what weight that holds in a city like this."
--That being, none. He was well aware that his family lineage was not important in the least within this strange, seaside locale.
"I don't know if there's specifically an animal clinic, but we can probably find one of the local healers to help. Do you think she can make a trip while we look?"
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Anyway, Elliot chuffs a little at the comment about his name.
"It probably holds the same amount of weight mine does," He says idly. Which is to say, none at all. This is a place that knows nothing of his home land, nothing of Dukedoms or nobles, of the abyss and secret agencies. Hell, this place doesn't even seem to have a class divide or an aristocracy! It's been a hell of an adjustment.
"She seems stable, but I'll tell you if she gets worse," He responds. Finding a healer is probably their best bet and he's willing to take a chance on this guy maybe knowing how to find one.
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Iida had quickly decided to make that very classmate a friend, once his own opinions were shredded by the events that followed.
He held out the jacket in both hands for Elliot to place the little batcat in so they could more swiftly help her get more comfortable.
"We could stop at the boardwalk first. The Wakers should have a station there-- where else do they get the supplies they need to help sleepers?"
This was a rational line of thought, anyway.
"...Since neither of our families matter here, what would you like for me to call you? It's awkward for you to have my personal name, while I only have your family name."
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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."
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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.