Tsunami
Conditions: None
Potential: 1/5

Spoiler: Labels
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  • Freak: +0
  • Danger: +0
  • Savior: +1
  • Superior: +2
  • Mundane: +0

Spoiler: Moves
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  • [X] Been Reading the Files: You’ve learned about the superhuman world through your mentor’s resources. When you first encounter an important superpowered phenomenon (your call), roll + Superior. On a hit, tell the team one important detail you’ve learned from your studies. The GM will tell you what, if anything, seems different from what you remember. On a 10+, ask the GM a follow-up question; they will answer it honestly. On a miss, the situation is well outside your base of knowledge; the GM will tell you why.
  • [X]Be Mindful of Your Surroundings: When you assess the situation before entering into a fight, you may ask one additional question, even on a miss.
  • [X]Venting Frustration: When you directly engage while you are Angry, you can roll + the label your mentor denies (Mundane) and clear Angry.


Max is internally relieved when the pair drop their weapons without further encouragement, though he doesn’t allow himself to relax. He offers a nod of vague approval as the girls move to sit down, though his gaze his still rather intense and alert, hardly forgiving. “Stay there,” He instructs calmly though firmly, his tone brokering no argument without being needlessly hostile. Never truly taking his attention off of them, Tsunami moves carefully to take in the scene more fully as he approaches the discarded weapons.

A heavy boot kicks the swords and sends them noisily clattering across the ground and to the far end of the room, creating even more distance between them and where the girls have now moved to sit. As the panel shifts to follow the path of the swords, a duplicate frame depicts them having come to rest, revealing a hint of blood peeking in from the corner of the panel. Tsunami sees it as well, his eyes narrowing as the pair of goons mention that it ‘won’t matter’ for ‘much longer’.

Sh*t.

Picking up the swords awkwardly, Max hastily follows the trail with all three weapons, though dumps the two blades outside once the trail leads him there. Hopefully the two inside don’t get any ideas, that way.

Breaking into a steam-spurred sprint, Tsunami allows himself to feel just a modicum of relief upon seeing the familiar motorcycle approaching from the opposite direction as he nears the end of the blood trail. Skidding to a halt, he leaves a literal cloud fading behind him. His brows knit together, hazel eyes glinting with concern in the dim light of the alley; it doesn’t look good.

So much blood...

Hikari’s words cause him to jolt slightly with a rude awakening to reality, and he looks to her, his gaze growing focused and sharp again as the panels shift to him. An uncomfortable mix of emotions swirl within, including a touch of panic and a smattering of incredulous anger.

“What? There has to be something!” Tsunami almost demands, in the clear tone of someone unwilling to look the truth of the matter in the face. He only stares after Hikari for a brief moment however as his teammate turns away to pull out her phone. Instead, Tsunami drops down, and instinctively moves the fallen girl's head into his lap, instead of a pile of trash, not daring move her more than that. His eyes dart over the girl’s body frantically seeking out the source of the pool beneath her; the red has stained so much of her kimono it’s difficult to gauge at first glance. Quickly though, his gloved hands close over the largest slice, desperately trying to hold the wound closed, stem the tide that has certainly already passed. Apply pressure. Try to keep her conscious.

“Hey... it’s alright, take it easy. We got you now. What’s your name? My name’s Max.” He begins, his tone softer than normal, purposefully gentled to the point that he likely sounds unfamiliar to any of his comrades. Almost immediately he feels a pang of guilt, realizing how labored her breathing already is. He doesn’t even know if she is still conscious, but he probably shouldn’t be making her use whatever strength she has left to talk. So he keeps up the talking instead. “Emergency services should be here soon, okay? Miss? Stay with me...” He doesn’t realize he’s pleading.