2019-06-24, 12:16 AM (ISO 8601)
Re: [Masks] San Fransapporo: After Dark
- Freak: +0
- Danger: +0
- Savior: +1
- Superior: +2
- Mundane: +0
- [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.
Tsunami’s eyes widen slightly when the girl makes a sound and her eyes actually move to find him. Lifting one hand only briefly, he uses it to hastily pull his mask down so that it hangs around his neck, and gives her a less frightening face to stare at. It’s a quick movement, not caring for the blood it smears on said mask in the process, before his hand quickly returns to the futile effort of holding her together.
“It’s alright...” He repeats in a hurried whisper as she tries to speak and repeat his name, trying to keep his tone as reassuring as possible. He shakes his head slightly in an effort to discourage her from using her remaining strength to speak, especially just for a name. “It’s okay...” He echoes as she fumbles with her kimono, having already forgotten in the panic of this moment that there’s likely an important reason Coyote Knight has gone through all this trouble for this young woman. Max goes quickly quiet however as the girl’s movement is paired with particularly striking words. Take. Run. Far.
Desperate as he is to maintain the wasted effort, he belatedly lifts a bloodied hand from her side once more, taking hold of the disc shaped object so that she needn’t use her own strength longer than is necessary. The sudden surge of potent energy that radiates from it has him even more alarmed, and he realizes that he is staring at it only when he becomes distracted by the sensation of something warm and wet on his cheek. His head snaps back towards her in surprise, further smearing the blood as he unintentionally turns into her touch.
The sudden realization that it is a futile gesture of her own, seemingly for nothing other than seeking comfort, causes that split second of bewilderment to crumble under a sharp stab of helplessness. His jaw tightens as his eyes sting with a sudden, involuntary, and uninvited glittering of moisture. He can’t let it become more than that. That stays inside.
‘The Wave. It rises.’
The terror in her eyes for some reason sets his blood boiling, stoking the flames within him that were set by that unwelcome sensation of powerlessness. This shouldn’t be.
Max instinctively catches the hand near his cheek as it begins to fall, still grasping the disc tight in the other. It takes him a moment in the lingering silence to gather his wits, before he manages to nod firmly, his expression determined as he can make it without appearing hard or cold. He doesn’t know if it’s enough to assuage the dread in her eyes, but he can try at least, and pretend to have any amount of confidence in this current situation. Maybe it’s enough to convince himself and Hikari at least. Some part of him tries to rationalize that he should move on, that his team is still out there fighting and might need his help. But he can’t bring himself to leave while she still breathing, this unfortunate stranger. Maybe it's just because he doesn't want to be here... but being anywhere else still wouldn't change the reality.
“...You’ve done enough. We’ll take care of it.”
It’s a lie, of course. He has no idea what she’s talking about. He has no idea if they’re capable of unraveling the mystery of what ‘The Wave’ is, let alone tackling whatever threat it might end up being. Not that uncertainty or impossible odds have ever stopped him from trying, of course; he still has scars from meeting The Warrior to prove that. But from the moment he answered the call tonight he started out unbalanced and unprepared, and he continues to feel a deepening pang of guilt, or inferiority.
But this isn’t helping anyone. There’s nothing that will help the girl now. He tries not to look at her anymore, uncomfortably aware that it is only his own breathing he hears now. She’s still warm, but it’s just an unkind illusion, her weight utterly limp in his arms. She was a stranger, and from her garb, most likely one of Coyote’s and thus equally villainous. He shouldn’t feel so shaken, but he feels like a dam close to cracking. With all his strength, he wills the tide back; he can’t afford to deal with everything he’s feeling now. The forced calm in unnatural and uncomfortably cold, but Tsunami finds himself moving without really thinking or noticing. He removes his sash and bundles it into a makeshift cushion to place under her head in place of his lap, still not willing to leave the body resting on garbage. Folding her hands on top of her abdomen, it still doesn’t hide the lethal gash nor the dark stains that soak through her kimono and the ground around her.
While each movement involving the fallen girl are slow with purpose and rather gentle, once done, Tsunami stands overly quickly, as if needing to create distance. His free hand lifts to fix his mask back into place, ignoring the uneasy sensation of where it sticks to the blood on his face and smears it further. He’s performed everything thus far while still clutching the disc in his other hand. Finally he looks to it again, and then holds it out towards Hikari after a moment of brief hesitation. There’s no lack of trust for his team mate, it seems more likely that given the context of him acquiring it, he’s perhaps a touch irrationally attached to it, but ultimately deeming it better in Hikari’s hands than his.