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Post by Arashiyama Kiyoshi on May 5, 2010 19:44:54 GMT -5
April 28 Evening
It was starting to get a little bit late, Kiyoshi supposed as he ducked through an alley on his way through a series of more-or-less shortcuts to Shibuya station. To make the train home, after all, he'd need to hurry on his way. He had something of a little gift to wrap for someone now, the teen holding a shopping back in hand with a certain sort of smug self-satisfaction. He was, after all, clearly a genius and the best kind of friend anyone could possibly ask for.
There was the not entirely familiar sound, known only through movies and television, of a butterfly knife getting snapped open. Even when asked later, he couldn't recall exactly what was said. Something about not turning around, giving up his wallet, and all that nonsense. It was terribly cliche, he'd recall later, but one couldn't exactly expect a common criminal to have any grasp of using the language properly.
Kiyoshi froze, half-turning his head on instinct, but careful not to show his face. He could see behind him somewhat then, peripheral vision confirming exactly what he thought was going on. He dropped his bag, fingers splaying outwards.
"Oh my," he gasped in a rather good impersonation of a terrified teenager. "Please, I'll give you anything you want."
It was no coincidence that there was a dielectric breakdown between his fingertips when be pressed his thumb and middle finger together.
Oh no, this was not going down the way this filthy punk thought it was.
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Post by Reiniku Daichi on May 5, 2010 19:56:37 GMT -5
Daichi usually didn't head all the way out to the shopping district unless there was something he really wanted. Normally this would be the case, but not today. No, he had just been wandering around without any rhyme or reason, and somehow he magically found his way here.
He had puttered around a bit, poking about the shops trying to see if anything caught his eye. Alas, he had come out empty handed, not that Daichi minded too much. Instead, he went to head to the station when he heard something in an ally-way not too far off.
Stopping in his tracks, he spotted what looked like a mugger with a young girl standing in front of him.
The guy had a knife.
Daichi swiftly inspected the man's person. He didn't see any holsters for guns or the mugger reaching for a gun, either. If there was a gun, he would've shouted or called for help; but with just a knife, his skill in martial arts could probably do the trick.
"Hold it right there!" Daichi shouted in his most threatening voice, blocking the entrance to the ally. "Just who do you think you are, mugging a harmless girl like that? Drop the knife and no one gets hurt!"
Ah, if only he had a tuxedo and a mask to wear, then he'd be stylin'!
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Post by Arashiyama Kiyoshi on May 5, 2010 20:13:38 GMT -5
Kiyoshi's snapped his fingers even as he heard a shout, and it was far too late to abort his course of action now. He only had a moment to realize he'd just been called a girl before he changed the entire dynamic of the situation.
The sound seemed to trigger a precipitous drop in the air pressure around them, a sudden feeling of hair standing on end. Lightning came crashing from an only faintly cloudy sky only a fraction of a second later. It struck inside the alleyway, illuminating everything for a brief moment as a crack of thunder echoed.
The mugger shouted, scrambling backwards suddenly as his mark was enveloped. Unfortunately for him, when everything cleared, a general stood in place of his victim. The man landed on his ass as Sutekh turned on him, knife clattering to the ground. The young man placed one gloved hand on his hip as he glowered.
"My goodness," he practically spat with a venom that didn't seem to even remotely match the words. "I suppose you're rethinking that, aren't you? Though it seems I ought to have simply relied on my..."
Blue eyes glanced up, glancing on the figure at the head of the alleyway.
"...knight in shining armor."
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Post by Reiniku Daichi on May 7, 2010 19:00:06 GMT -5
Well, that was...kind of unexpected.
Daichi had expected to get the mugger to look at him, stick out his knife and have the young man kick his sorry butt up and down the ally for daring to pick on a little girl.
Who was neither little nor a girl.
Or human, it seemed.
The mugger cried out in pain as the young man Daichi had attempted to save with GREAT JUSTICE! changed into a most curious outfit right in front of his eyes. Daichi was a bit baffled by this; did he get knocked out by the mugger and this was some kind of a whacked-out dream? Or was this his hunger telling him it was time to sit down and eat a huge sandwich?
Odd, this kid looked like someone Daichi knew, too...another result of hunger pains making him see things?
"Uh...hi?" He sheepishly smiled and waved at the super-powered being, not exactly sure what else to say at the moment.
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