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22 Years
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"Justice"
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Post by Seigi Touma on Mar 11, 2020 19:25:37 GMT -4
A simple trek to the local supermarket to find ideal supplies towards cooking that couldn't be home grown or imported from other countries definitely put a damper on a day supposed to be dedicated to combat, however pursuing true Justice was always worthwhile. Seigi had started long ago, and would continue, but he had to keep himself in perfect condition too. As a result, cooking for himself was a process he enjoyed somewhat, keeping his solitude in the process. However, the process of gaining the items needed to create such culinary arts was still a rather annoying prospect, having to engage in people not worthy to even caress his boots with their foul tongues. Those who truly believed in Justice like him were mere children too, not able to grasp what it could truly mean. To become Justice, you must live it, breathe it, express it. Just this morning, he came into conflict with a total stranger, threatening to kill a woman with a primitive bat – the stranger would not commit the same act again. The woman was also not worthy for him too, thanking him as opposed to bettering herself. Children, all of them.
Getting to the supermarket, and after getting the supplies he needed: spices, eggs, and some poultry items – Seigi began the journey back to his home. However, in the air, there was a feeling of... malice. A certain air of discontent surrounded him. It felt noxious, but nothing he couldn't struggle with. For good measure, he activated his suit, spreading the blue and gold armour across him. It could be an attack, impending danger was often a following trait with him. Continuing undaunted, however, Seigi made sure not to drop any of his newly gained items. “Fancy flavours cannot hide good cooking.” he said, calling out to whatever or whoever was laying this feeling. Steadfast and resolute as usual, the man known as Justice continued on towards whatever could be making this.
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"Zombie King"
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Post by Hinata Kitsu on Mar 11, 2020 21:55:18 GMT -4
Today is proven to be interesting if he has to say so himself. During his regularly scheduled patrol of the area, he encountered a strange man, a man claiming to have been assaulted by another for defending himself against a crazed woman. Hinata didn't believe it. And he told him that to his face when the man asked why he listed off the reasons why as, "Well first off, a woman already went to the police about an assault by a man with a bat and being saved so that's the first major detail, second, you are carrying a bat, third----" Before Hinata could even finish his thought the man started swinging.
Hinata dodged the bat easily by backing up a few steps, and he pulls off his medical mask which caused the man to pause as he got a good look at this hero's face, "Tsk, so rude, villains these days I swear---" Hinata muttered as he breathed out a thick miasma from his mouth that envelopes the thin alley offshoot in thick smog. And a bit into the alley behind him. The man started to cough and other gross noises as he let go of his bat with clanged on the floor and grab the nearest wall to him as he tried to take a breath in but instead breathed more of that miasma making his seemingly sudden illness worse, the man coughed out a "what-?"
Hinata with a stoic expression, walks over to the keeled over figure who went to his knees as everything was too much all of a sudden, from standing, to breathing, to see, everything was spinning, and it'd made him violently sick. Hinata without a word just pulled the man's arms away from his spinning head and pulled it back behind his back and Hinata pulled out a pair of cuffs and cuffed him, the man was too sick to resist, Hinata let out a grumble, "Don't worry it's temporary, or it should be," Hinata said casually at the groaning man.
Suddenly while cuffing the man, Hinata heard a pair of footsteps from the alleyway and he let out an annoyed sigh and lifted the cuffed man by the shoulders and carried him out of the alley to fresh air while he texted an officer his location that he got a criminal as well as the hero chat since why the hell not.
Hinata exited the alley and started with, "Don't worry civilian, the sudden feeling of dizziness is temporary---uhh--- is there a convention in this area?" Hinata asked as he started to wonder if he just gassed and handcuffed an overzealous cosplayer.
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22 Years
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"Justice"
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Post by Seigi Touma on Mar 13, 2020 14:10:02 GMT -4
Stepping out, and looking around, the peculiar stench was not of artificial creation – it appeared as though that a person, that descriptor being loose at best considering his disposition, was emitting it towards the perpetrator that Seigi had come into close combat with not a while ago. The thing subduing the criminal was very clearly not natural – his crisp, flaked, and putrid skin seemed to be melting off by the second, a veritable walking accident, not unlike a corpse. He held the criminal, groggy and disoriented from the same wafting odour of the danse macabre, unsnared in metal binds. A hero, perhaps? Interesting. It was impossible to not be aware of the larger quantity of quirks out in the free world, however the shambling body of an undead creature was not one that he had expected to come across this day, especially not one befitting of the oh so revered title of 'Hero'. The hero was a mark of humanity, a symbol of love and peace to all things living. A fallacy created by fools. However, of course, death and life conjoined in such a way would be idyllic for longer stretches of survival as a hero: a mark of humanity overcoming itself, succeeding to the bitter end, becoming a triumph rather than a failure. But what could it do beyond? A body without the human mark, the trait that drives all of the race, inside a discarded, broken, and corrupted husk – could it really remain as one of our own? Especially if the one considered could barely be thought of as 'living'.
The implications were interesting to ponder – for but a moment. As drastic and as far-thought as these ideas were, it didn't matter in the current time frame. What did matter was who this creature was, why they had proposed to merely arrest the criminal rather than eradicate them, and what they had said to Seigi in a hap-hazardly sarcastic way. A mistake, an explanation, and perhaps most obvious for the obviously bemused fool – a quip. “I am no civilian. Don't compare me to such trash.” he said, facing the undead, the eyepieces of his suit glistening in the afternoon sun. He raised his hand upward, pointing towards the sky, still facing the creature. “I am Justice. And I demand you leave that piece of waste to me, so I may finish the job I began. He's not worthy for this world, or the next.” Seigi began to walk closer to the thing that should not be, remaining his pace of a slow but confident stride. He would not unfurl his blades yet, seeking the co-operation that a hero should be so desperate to give. “You are not required. Go to your home. I will grant you this mercy... or perhaps you will return to your grave from whence you came.” he said, in a slightly more threatening tone. “An arrest cannot bring this man to Justice. The system of this world is pathetic. It cannot be saved by any means other than true Justice. And that is I. Stand aside.”
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