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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Jul 20, 2020 4:44:38 GMT -4
 | Yesterday is a kid in the corner, yesterday is dead and over. This is your life, are you who you want to be? | |
Wes led the two of them back through the hole, and stepped through the water closet. His shoes met with a fast growing puddle a few inches deep. That'll definitely get into the carpet pretty soon. He put one hand on the raised surface of the planter... >> “Pro Hero! Bishop! Wes!... Fuyez! Run!! There's a pro!”...and took a breath that felt like falling into a void. >> "Shiloh! I'm here! Where are you?"Wes ducked under the splintered wood and stood up, just in time to see Shiloh fall over and hear quick wing beats humming loudly, lightly pushing the surrounding air into his face. Yellow and black stripes... huge red eyes... a creature towering over him and hovering off the ground. He couldn't have ever prepared for this in his wildest dreams. A professional hero. Holding themselves stern-faced and experienced. Was two on one even going to be enough? Was this where their freedom finally came to an end? Goddammit. They survived more people before...street punks...quirkers throwing sand or lightning...armed individuals...and they were alive still. The two of them couldn't let this be it. Not a chance. Wes tried assessing his options and Shiloh being safe in a defensible position was first priority. But the bat began to fly away, and up to the roof. He really was getting better at flying properly, more then just gliding, even if Wes hardly had the chance to feel proud of him. The bat was high up and out of reach, but this hero had wings. This wasn't good at all. >> "Okay Bishop, we really gotta see some mist or I don't think Shiloh's gonna make it out of this..."Wes scrambled to the knife in the front pocket of the backpack, ripped the fancy harness off of the sheath and quickly clipped it to the back of his pants with the belt clip instead. He also quickly loosened both backpack straps on Bishop with a firm pull, for Bishop to more freely use his powers and mobilize. Packs they stole or found were often pretty cheap and the straps would rip when Barghest changed his brother's shape. But this hardcore hiking backpack looked like it was up to the task of staying somewhat on Bishop's body through the change, as long as the straps were long enough. Worth a shot. He turned back toward the pro and took the most firm step forward he had ever mustered before. Rather then a yell, Wes spoke low with gritted teeth, the way an animal growls when it's cornered and has something worth protecting. >> "Don't mess with Shiloh or I swear I'll mess you up instead."Wes felt a bit of desperation... fight or flight... welling up as his blood desperately boiled with every word spoken. He caught his breath for a second, keeping his hand on the knife handle. "Wait one moment Wes. Think clearly," he told himself. "Stand your ground, but don't act like a killer." "Don't be something you aren't. Be something you are..." "An escape artist." A less confrontational, but still determined Wesker spoke this time. >> "But really though, we plan on getting out of here. We don't want anyone getting hurt, especially not our friend."Wes looked up in his peripherals trying to find exactly where Shiloh swooped over to, but couldn't get a read on where he was perched without looking away from the new arrival. He slowly side-stepped to the right, following the contour of the store wall, ready to step down from the planter when the time was right. He gestured for Bishop to follow. Wes was trying to make a defensible space behind him that led around to the front of the store and down the street from the opposite way they came in, but still have his eyes out to see the next move. Wes called out to the bat; never dropping his gaze from the threat in front of him, and never moving his right hand off of the knife handle. >> "Shiloh...come on buddy, this hero can fly and we can't; you gotta be brave and come down here so we can defend you, okay? Come around behind me. We're running our way out of this somehow. Together. All 3 of us."▲ WORD COUNT: 715 ● NOTES: I don't think those bug zappers for sale were rated for something human-sized, Bro... |
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Jul 31, 2020 1:53:28 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back  This job was going shockingly well. They got in, no alarms, the backpack was packed with things they needed or could resell as needed. It really did feel like old days, and just like the old days, Bishop felt that familiar adrenaline rush and pride filling his body. He checked the backpack one more time to make sure that all the zips were dealt with, packing his music player away with the goods. Couldn't afford to zone out during the escape, he needed to know if the cops came. Plus, the post-heist back and forth was some of the best parts of all this. With the job going like it had? They were running golden. Like most of his moments of content these days though...it could only last so long.
“Pro Hero! Bishop! Wes!... Fuyez! Run!! There's a pro!”
Fuck.
Hot on his brother’s tail, they got the view about at the same time: what looked from all accounts like a monster. Bishop found himself not quite able to take in everything. Between the panicked cry from Shiloh and the new rush of cold adrenaline pumping through his veins, it just wasn’t the priority. He got ideas at least, and what he did get was enough to prompt a response in his brain.
Black, yellow, red, huge, sharp, danger. Fuck. It has Shiloh, it has my brother, it has your brother.
It wasn’t the first threat they’d faced. They’d seen their way through partially running across the US, they’d been through fire, they’d been through sand, Bishop was still rocking scars from that damn tiger, but there was one big difference here. One, massive, panicking difference: they hadn’t been caught. Yet, here he stood, staring at that...thing, looming over his adopted family.
Calm down. You have this, you fuckin’ wrecked a tiger, what’s a bee? It’s right there, it doesn’t know we’re here. Let it loose, let me loose, we can blindside, won’t know what hit ‘em. Do it. No, stay calm, stick to the plan.
The yank at the backpack got a low, rumbling growl from Bishop, his head whipping back towards his brother. Oh, alright. Just him. He gave a sharp nod, and his body dropped. In a cloud of already blooming mist, Bishop was gone, the dog was here. By some matter of miracle, Wes’ idea worked, that backpack stretched taut over those bulky canine shoulder, but staying on, his shirt held on with it. The same could not be said for his pants, the snack-stuffed pockets spilling their contents over the ground. Not important right now. He took a moment to focus, keeping that mist going as those blank eyes locked onto Wes. He kept his voice low, just above a rumble.
“I’ll get this place lookin’ like a fuckin’ smokeshow, you got it. Get Shiloh, keep that thing’s attention…”
A toothy grin spread across his muzzle, and at that, there were no more words. He stuck to the shadows while his brother talked his big game, slinking his way forward and bringing the mist with him. He doubted a knife would do much against a Hero, but it was a hell of a bluff. Noted, tell Wes how well done that was next time, nice to see him standing his ground. He didn’t...entirely listen to his brother’s gesturing admittedly. He saw what he was trying to do, but there was no guarantee they could run this time. This was a Hero, he wasn’t about to just rush if he didn’t need to, but he did prepare for the possibility. He kept his body low, legs tense as those headlights of eyes stayed locked on the threat.
It won’t know what hit them, just ram it. It deserves it for getting near Shiloh. Not yet, don’t attack yet, soon. Soon.
When he spoke again, it came out less as speech and more as a guttural, growling approximation of it as he addressed the bee-creature standing before them. Keep it contained, but threatening. If this thing was really a Hero, which they probably were considering Shiloh had no reason to lie, he knew damn well it could probably wreck them. But he sure wasn’t going to act like that to its face, not this time.
“He won’t mess you up, but I sure as shit will. I don’t care if you’re a Hero or whatever the fuck you are. Stay. Back. I don’t wanna have to see how bee tastes, but I will. Get him down, bro. We’re getting out of here.”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Aug 1, 2020 21:32:11 GMT -4
 You may not have my eyes or smile,
but from the very first moment, you had my heart.
The boy was shaking. Hachi immediately drew her claws away, the ache already present in her chest only growing worse. Was he scared of her? Was it because of what she looked like? An irrational part of her mind said that he, too, was a mutant Quirk and shouldn't be so afraid, but it was small and ashamed more than it was serious. She knew what she looked like. As much as she tried to do good, she was always too alien, too unusual, to put a stranger at ease the way those like Mia or Mikhail or Nimue could. His words were mixed with tears and hard to make out clearly. What was--
She jolted when he fell over with a loud yell, and her arms reached out to try to catch him before he hurt himself. At the same time, he yelled, and she didn't want to hurt him as he scrambled away from her as fast as he could. Hachi started to stand, pulling her helmet back onto her head. He had called two names out.
Was he working with criminals? He was so young, he might have been taken advantage of. And he was hurt. Even if there were thieves her priority should be him and his well-being. That mattered more than petty thieves making off with whatever they'd come to steal.
At least, that was what she was thinking as she drew herself up to her full height, and turned toward the sound of two more voices--one young, but not nearly as young as Shiloh's, and one that she could only describe as beast-like. Hachi's shoulders stiffened. Children.
More children.
They were looking to fight her off, but...
Hachi was still. She didn't raise her arms, or readjust her body into a stance that suggested she was going to fight. With her speed she wouldn't need to take one in the first place, but the point was she was not being visibly aggressive, even as one of them had his hand on a knife and the other...if he was even a child, he was not humanoid right now, so she couldn't tell. The light on her helmet only turned the unnatural oncoming fog into a sheet of gray and white that made her already limited vision even worse. Even if she wanted a fight, this was a bad place to be in. But she didn't want to.
Hachi held her hands up in the universal sign of "I mean no harm", and in English, still, spoke calmly and clearly as if she were not currently staring down a wolf.
"I am not going to hurt him, or you. I'm sure that you have your reasons for breaking into this shop--" Three children. Why are they by themselves? Where are their parents? Are they all from separate homes? Did Shiloh meet them at the orphanage and run away with them? Is the wolf even a child? Why are they alone? "--and I do not intend to elevate this to violence. That said, I know Shiloh. Not personally, I admit, but there are people who have been looking for him. People who are worried about him. I do not know who you are, but if I am correct about your age, at least," she turned her head ever so slightly in the direction of Wesker's voice, "I would hazard that all three of you are minors, yes?"
"If you calm down, and come with me, I can bring you somewhere far safer than the streets. Please trust me when I say that I want to help. I will not force you. But," she glanced toward the rooftop, though with how her eyes--well, eye--functioned it wouldn't be possible for them to see where exactly she was focused, "He hurt himself when he fell. If you refuse to cooperate and escalate matters, it is likely that more of you will be hurt. You don't want that any more than I do."
I don't want to hurt you.
"Please just put away your weapon, and let me bring you somewhere safer. You can choose to bring the items you stole with you--eventually, that will need to be dealt with, but right now my concern is for you."
Don't be reckless.
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Post by Shiloh Dubois on Aug 2, 2020 14:29:59 GMT -4
give and take SHILOH CROUCHED AT THE EDGE of the roof, his heart hammering against his ribs. His breath hitched, and he pinched his useless eyes shut, trying to make sense of what was happening.
The worst thing about retreating to the roof is that everyone was out of his range of vision. Everything was just a dusky blur. His echolocation only painted the ledge and part of the wall into existence—the rest was dark and terrifying. Disembodied voices reached for him out of the void, trying to coax the child down. Shiloh began to cry in earnest, tucking his head against partition at the edge of the roof.
Wes’s voice was thin and anxious, insisting that they couldn’t protect Shiloh unless he came down—the hero could fly, they couldn’t. Shiloh shook his head—no, he couldn’t see who was where, he could fly in the totally wrong direction and get grabbed by the kidnapper.
Bishop’s voice snarled and growled and threatened to eat the pro-hero—Bishop only had that voice when he was a Black Dog. And though the bat had cuddled-up to Bishop while he was in that mode plenty of times, his rumbling voice still terrified the bat.
No—no, no, no—Shiloh had messed-up and now because of it Bishop was going to eat a pro hero. Yes, Yellow Jacket scared him, but… the premise of Bishop eating someone was even scarier. Stealing things because you needed it was one thing… but killing… killing was… always bad. Killing was unforgiveable.
“No!” Shiloh yelled, his voice cracking in terror. What if… what if she had a smaller bee at home, huh? A daughter or a son that was waiting for her? And then Bishop ate her? His shoulders trembled, tears streaming down his face, “D-don’t! Don’t eat her!”
The child paced along the edge of the building, following his claw to its juncture—if he jumped down a side where people weren’t talking, he wouldn’t risk getting snatched.
Yellow Jacket’s measured voice wafted skyward, echoing off of the building-face. The scariest thing about the woman’s voice was that it was so calm. Wesker was scared, Bishop was angry… Yellow Jacket… wasn’t either of those things. She was calm. She wasn’t going to hurt them…
Shiloh jumped onto the ledge, fanning his wings, then glided vaguely downward. The wind stung the abrasion on his wing, but the child gritted his teeth through it.
Her words whirled around him, trying to draw him in, coaxing him to relax. Part of Shiloh wanted to listen, and believe, and go along with her… but… as tired and cold as he was, his fear was bigger. He had been running for so long, he couldn’t stop now.
Shiloh peered around the edge of the building, ground-level and just behind Wesker now. Only the top of his head and ears visible. The child trembled like a leaf in the wind.
For as calm as the woman was… she was also a liar. And the realization twisted knots in the bat’s stomach, “You don’t… know me… you can’t…”
She knew his name… how did she know his name? She shouldn’t. She was a stranger.
“No one’s looking for me…” the child protested, his voice soft at first. When he spoke again, wracked by a sob, he yelled at the hero, “D-don’t lie to them! No one’s looking for me!! Th-th-the only people who should look for me left me! They left me in front of an orphanage to be forgotten! A-and I am not going back there, ever!”
Shiloh was just so tired… tired of running, tired of being betrayed by the people that were supposed to take care of him, and just… tired. And with his heartfelt declaration, the boy devolved into disconsolate sobbing. A full-on tantrum, fueled by his lack of sleep and fear of losing the only consistency he had in his life.
His mother and father had died and left him alone. His aunt and uncle had abandoned him as soon as they saw him. And now this “hero” was offering to “help” by “taking them somewhere safe”… and expected the boy to trust her? Just like that? Why would he? Adults had only ever tried to mislead him, what made this one any different? Children without homes got put in orphanages. And Bishop and Wesker weren’t really family, so there was nothing keeping the three of them together. Anywhere “safe” would be somewhere “alone”, too.
The hiccupping, distressed sounds that wracked his body painted the grayed-out landscape around him with a topographical map of where people stood—the tall, slender build of Wesker, braced in fear—the rectangular form of Bishop, poised to attack—and the absolutely massive silhouette of Yellow Jacket, whose pipe-like arms were risen skyward in surrender.
Shiloh moved forward, his little legs heavy with exhaustion, and he all but fell into Wesker’s leg, clinging to his pants leg with his claws and burrowing his head in Wesker’s side. She didn’t want to hurt them… she wouldn’t force them to go… that meant…
“Please…” the bat whispered continuing to root his face against Wesker’s side, “Let’s just go… I can’t- I can’t lose anyone else.”
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Aug 5, 2020 6:33:41 GMT -4
| Yesterday is a kid in the corner, yesterday is dead and over. This is your life, are you who you want to be? | |
Wes kept his ground and Bishop did what he does best. The backpack even stayed on properly and Wes felt deserving of some bonus points for that. No time to process an imaginary gold star at this moment, though. Shiloh was still deciding what to do up there...yelling at Bishop and telling him not to eat her... If only there was anything he could say to help convince Shiloh to get down... >> “I am not going to hurt him, or you…I'm sure that you have your reasons for breaking into this shop...”The bee continued explaining her intentions. The more she spoke, the more confusion and doubt crept in. >> “How can...you don’t want to fight?...You just...No way...”To back up her statements, the bee's body was completely loose. The opposite of being primed for combat. This...This just wasn’t right. But she intended to bring them all in…was she that confident in her abilities? >> “If you calm down, and come with me, I can bring you somewhere far safer than the streets...Please just put away your weapon, and let me bring you somewhere safer.”This was all... exactly what he wanted to hear from someone supportive: his extended family, when the two of them first arrived in Japan, in a way. The brothers didn’t get that kind of open door whatsoever. If only someone like this hero was there for them in the first place, maybe things could have been different. Maybe it wasn’t too late…? It made him want to drop to his knees and get carried somewhere he could live normally with the other two, as a family. But that wasn’t how things could go...right? Wes looked right in her eyes. Even from this distance, it was a red ocean. His grip loosened slightly on the knife handle. >> "I've...never heard anyone say that to us before."Wes shouldn’t have even tried to feel emotionally open around a stranger, let alone someone called in to stop a robbery. Everything was wrong about this whole situation. This was part of the plan...this was what heroes like her were trained to do when they found kids stealing, right? Was he really going to let himself fail to defend his livelihood, just because he was offered an easy way out and believed it? And yet, the impulse to tell Bishop to stand down lingered, still. He desperately wanted to tell his brother that they didn’t have to fight anymore. Shiloh continued his sobbing spree and proceeded to smash Wes’ daydreams. >> “D-don’t lie to them! No one’s looking for me!! Th-th-the only people who should look for me left me! They left me in front of an orphanage to be forgotten! A-and I am not going back there, ever!”This was the reality; Bishop's instinct hadn’t ever been wrong. How could he doubt his brother, even for a second? No need to try to convince Bishop to take a chance on a gut feeling when the truth seemed very self-evident now. Wes looked away and held the bridge of his nose in visible frustration as everything became obscured in the light wave of mist. While Wes kept his eyes closed for a moment, mentally shaken...Shiloh suddenly bumped pathetically into him. The teen was in enough of a distracted state for his balance to falter for a second. Shiloh's clawed hands clenched his jeans with intense determination. As two somewhat dull keratin claws compulsively shoved part of Wesker’s jeans fabric into a bundle, perhaps making a few holes, Wes had to snap to attention. This was his mission, getting Batty off of the roof...and he was looking right at him. Thoughts of doubt were replaced with decisions as to when and how to run away, and it kept him distracted enough to remember what was important. Wes tried to take a step backward without injuring Shiloh and almost fell over a second time. How could he manage to even start running and take full advantage of Bishop’s distraction with Shiloh distraught like this? A ball and chain would have been easier to run away with then this. Shiloh was a fragile, yet heavy creature that would get hurt being dragged around by his pants leg. So Wes took a breath and tried kneeling on the opposite leg for a moment to get on the bat's level. His previously white undershirt became painted in off-white colors of salty tears and snot dribbles as he softly wiped Shiloh's sadness off of his fuzzy face. It was the least he could do. Not even the brothers heard about the details of Shiloh’s life this way before. It never seemed necessary to know all that stuff anyways. Not when the memories were this painful. The time they had with a makeshift campfire together was better used as respite from worry. Shiloh was abandoned. In some ways the three of them were the same, and had been through some similar struggles. That’s all the Atkinsons ever really needed to know. Wes took a moment to look for anything approaching through the fog and brought Shiloh’s face against his own. Wes tried to stop his hand from shaking to the best of his ability, and placed it behind Shiloh's head. >> “Please… Let’s just go… I can’t- I can’t lose anyone else.”>> “That’s the plan, buddy...trust me. But you gotta climb on my back first so I can take you with me. I know you're probably hurting in more ways then one. But all you gotta do is be my eyes while I run the other way. You can do it; we're here for each other. And I’m not leaving you behind. Ever.”He ducked down to lightly slap the side of the knife against the concrete three times. The high pitched hum of metal colliding with concrete after impact would hopefully reach Barghest’s canine hearing from this distance and he'd know it was a signal. In that case it would be clear that they were ready to book it, and his brother could know where to run to so he could catch up. The black dog’s stride would easily make it to them regardless of a head start. Even better, if Bishop had any fog left to use as he caught up, maybe he could obscure their movements in enough smoke to shake off the bee, making up for how slow he was moving. If not...then he would have to improvise. Never surrender. He’d do whatever he could. Bishop had already done so much to pull his weight to their advantage now, and basically every day before. Wes would have to do the same to get even a small chance of escaping together as a family. >> "You know what to do, Shiloh. Get on my back; it's time to go." ▲ WORD COUNT: 1,137 ● NOTES: Hopefully Wes had his rabies shot by now. ● Summary: Shiloh finds Wes in the mist cloud. Wes tries to prepare Shiloh to piggyback and run for it in the opposite direction. Wes improvises a signal for Bishop to hopefully follow. |
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Aug 10, 2020 20:07:39 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back “No! D-don’t! Don’t eat her!”
He knew he should be more careful with his wording around Shiloh, it had just come out, an empty threat made in an attempt to dissuade their ‘attacker’ from further interfering with them. But he also couldn’t reassure Shiloh he wouldn’t do it, that would make it apparent that his words were just that: an empty threat. Find a middle-ground.
“It’ll be fine, Shiloh. Trust me.”
Best he could do. He’d be lying if he said that that hadn’t thrown him off his game a bit though, he couldn’t entirely do the “be a big scary dog” thing without making Shiloh even more scared of him than he already was. Well, too late. He shook his head to clear it.
Focus. He doesn’t understand, you can explain later.
Once the Hero spoke up however, Bishop’s head snapped back to her, his eyes never deviating from the shape in the mist. Don’t lose the target, don’t let it move without your knowledge. Just basic fighting knowledge, he’d learned that pretty early on. Losing your target meant to open yourself up to cheap shots. Or worse, this was a Hero. He knew his brother was behind him and Shiloh was somewhere above, but that wasn’t his focus at the moment. He was only able to really focus on listening to one thing after all, and he trusted his brother to handle Shiloh right now. God knows he was in no state to. As she continued to speak, touting knowledge of Shiloh, their ages, and oh so many sweet offers, it had the opposite effect on the large creature. No soothing, instead the low rumbling within Barghest’s chest started to pick up, working into a proper growl that filled the immediate area.
This liar. This smug know-it-all liar. They always tell you they’ll help, but the only thing it gets you is turned away, thrown back on the street, fending for scraps again. She’s a glorified cop, we can’t trust her. No, fuck this. Sweet words aren’t going to work. We worked hard for all of this, and some giant bug isn’t going to stop us.
He kept his ear perked up, listening to his brother speak up as well. He could practically feel those old vibes coming off him, that...unsureness. Ever since this whole black dog thing had happened, he’d noticed he could feel that all the better. Not that Wes was ever subtle about it, but it was just a lot easier to pick up on how he was feeling these days. Strange, but helpful sometimes. Made is so that he could nip it in the bud when it started to turn. Or try at least. He definitely wasn’t standing down, that was for sure.
“Don’t believe it, man. You know the shit people say to get us comfortable. Plan hasn’t changed, get Shiloh. Shiloh, find him. And *you*, you bug-faced bitch, shut up and stop telling fucking lies to us, we know how this goes. All good and nice and then we’re all in cuffs for bullshit we don't deserve to be punished for. We know how this goes.”
He knew damn well that he was overdoing it, but he couldn’t help it. This was not the time for charm, not the time for finding balances, she was trying to talk them down and it wasn’t going to work. She was a threat, it didn’t matter if she was standing unarmed and just talking.
“D-don’t lie to them! No one’s looking for me!! Th-th-the only people who should look for me left me! They left me in front of an orphanage to be forgotten! A-and I am not going back there, ever!”
That was the last straw, confirmation of the lies being told as well as a glimpse into just what Shiloh had come from. They’d never asked, it never seemed important to, but that tracked. Just like them when they’d gotten here, he’d been thrown out due to things he couldn’t control. No one was going to come between them, especially not some Hero who thought she could show up and fool them with nice ideas. They were all how they’d been up to this point: alone together. From the sounds behind him, at least Shiloh had managed to find Wes in the mist, that was good. Progress. Just had to buy enough time to let them all get away.
You coward. Don’t run, she doesn’t deserve it. You took on a tiger, you can take on a bug. She can’t even see you, look. She won’t know what hit her. It would let them run, it would, fight. Bad idea, no, fight. Buy time.
The dog was right, running meant he thought he couldn’t do this. He could do this. He knew it. From the sound of it, his brothers needed some cover anyway, what better way to do it? Didn’t even need to actually hit, just distract her long enough. He was a good distraction, that much he knew. He heard that ringing of knife against concrete, but he already knew what he had to do. Never surrender. He shifted his head back a little to speak to the two. No time to debate.
“Go. We’ll hold her back. Meet later, usual place.”
The large canine’s body dropped, shifting as he took a step forward, locking his eyes onto the large shape in the mist. Another reset on his feet, aiming the cannon.
“Go.”
At that, there was no more talking. What there was instead was a large black shape circling within the mist, trying to find a good angle before barreling towards its target. It wasn’t the most subtle approach, clearing a line through the mist. It may give her a bit of a clue of where he was, but he could see about as well as she could among the mist, meaning there was no real aim towards anywhere specific on the Hero. He simply saw a shape, one that needed to be dealt with for a while. If it worked as he had planned, it’d catch her off guard long enough to give his family time to escape. If not? Well, he was already locked in, no stopping now.
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Aug 10, 2020 20:44:37 GMT -4
You may not have my eyes or smile,
but from the very first moment, you had my heart.
He was so quick to discredit her. She wasn't insulted, but she did feel the ache grow worse. He was so fast to believe that he was alone. That nobody cared for him anymore. Except, perhaps, these two boys(?) he was with. Hachi didn't turn her head, but spoke, again, as calmly as she could. "I am not lying. I am not talking about the adults who abandoned you. I am talking about those who found you after then, who tried to help you. I am one of them--I was worried for you."
Hachi's eyes couldn't narrow at the words thrown at her by the wolf, not that she could make him out half-blind and in the fog as she was. He was the more vocal of the three. If she had to guess from that alone, he may have been the strongest as well. Did he summon this fog? Fog, and a dark canine form...it sounded familiar.
Now wasn't the time to remember old fairy tales.
"You haven't been forgotten or dismissed. I know it's hard to believe, and I cannot know how you feel with what has happened to you...I can't say I know what may have happened to any of you," she drew in a small, level breath, "But I will help you however I can. I am not going to arrest you. Whether or not you trust me, I promise I will keep to my word. If you come with me you will be safe. If you go, I will not hurt you."
And, as she had unfortunately seen coming from their words alone, the three started to make to leave.
Hachi's shoulders tensed. She had said she wouldn't force them, wouldn't make them come with her, and she would burn what fine thread of trust she had if she went against it. She would be able to learn more, though, if she let them go. Look up the two boys with him--they had to be in the system, too, somewhere. Or she could fly behind them to wherever they were holed up and keep an eye on them until she was able to approach them again, in a better scenario, at a better time. But she had to do something before winter...
It hurt to let him go. It hurt to let any of them go.
But I can't rush this. They've been hurt too much.
"...please be sure his injuries are not--"
Hachi began to speak--ready, truly, to let them leave her sight before she took whatever action she would be able to take--when suddenly the hound rushed at her. He was quick and he had advantage of the fog and the darkness, and Hachi being blind on one side. When he got his best angle and lunged for her he was on that side. Whether that was an accident or luck on his part she would never know. But while he was quick, and did catch her unaware, Hachi was simply that much faster.
As his head hit her arm, and she felt the impact like a punch, making her healing injuries screech, she moved. In a blur of yellow and black even more obscured by the fog she pulled away just enough to get her leg up over Bishop's head, and brought it down with a sharp down-ward strike onto what she could only guess--and hope--was the middle of his back. The neck and head were too vulnerable. She had to bring him to the ground and subdue him. This was no longer a case of letting them leave quietly and safely. If one of them was going to attack her...then she no longer had any say in this.
"If you are going to attack another person, then that changes this from a minor robbery to assault. I cannot cover for that. This is why I asked you to be peaceful."
Her voice remained calm, remained even, but there was a soft undercurrent of hurt--a pang of disappointment, but whether it was at the boy she had drop-kicked to the ground or in herself for failing to resolve this with no violence was difficult for even her to discern.
It just hurt.
I don't want to hurt them. I don't want to hurt children. I promised them I wouldn't do this...
...but I cannot let anyone who could harm another person go free. That is part of my duty as a hero.
Isn't it?
She pressed her thin foot into his back, then dropped into a kneel atop him, hands moving to find his arms--paws?--so that she could put them into bindings. But it was so foggy she was having a difficult time doing so.
"I am sorry, but you now need to come with me." Her head raised toward the sounds of the other two. "All of you. I do not want to hurt any of you. Please listen."
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Post by Shiloh Dubois on Aug 10, 2020 22:38:31 GMT -4
GIVE AND TAKE THE BAT REMAINED ROOTED TO Wesker’s side, smearing his gross, snotty face in the fabric of the t-shirt. Wesker managed to pry the child’s claws free, kneeling beside him to mop at his face. No amount of mopping seemed to quell the tears, though. He was still scared and trembling, his little eyes luminous in the din.
Wesker touched his head to Shiloh’s. The bat tried to quiet his sniveling, hiccuping a little. Wes was right, his arm hurt like crazy. And so did his heart. But they had to run, right now. Shiloh nodded solemnly, his snout bumping awkwardly against Wes’s face. Shiloh understood. Tears started spilling out of his eyes with renewed vigor. Wesker wouldn’t leave him. And neither would Bishop.
“Okay,” the child agreed. Complacently, the youngest of the group clambered onto Wesker’s back, his elbow screaming in a starburst of pain as he climbed. They could tend to it later.
In the grayed-out parking lot, it was impossible to see the owners of the two voices that spoke. It was like that movie that Shiloh had watched with his papa—a girl traveling through a labyrinth was confronted by two gatekeepers—one always lied, and one always told the truth, and neither one was sure which was which. Two voices spoke—Bishop’s growling snarls, and the hero’s steady, mellifluous tones.
Their talk dizzied the bat. You were supposed to trust grown-ups, trust that they would tell you the truth and take care of you. But the adults that were supposed to take care of Shiloh didn’t. Yellow Jacket said she spoke for the adults that found him, and tried to help him… that the adults that were worried about him were different from the ones that abandoned him.
Like Zombie King. Like Heckhound.
Like Gilbert.
Adults he’d lied to and run from because he was scared that they’d turn-out just like the ones that were supposed to care.
Wesker could likely feel the back shudder on his back. Shiloh’s arm’s tightened across Wesker’s chest.
Shiloh had always been stupid. That’s what the kids on the playground told him. He was easily confused. He couldn’t read. He was clumsy. He couldn’t even tell when adults really wanted to help him.
As the pair turned to leave, turned to put the field of fog behind him, a snarl made the child jump. Though he couldn’t see what was taking place with his eyes, he could see everything—the motion-blur of Bishop charging at Yellow Jacket, all detail lost in the displaced ambient noise. His form connected with Yellow Jacket’s. Another blur of motion, Yellow Jacket was upon him.
“No!”
Wesker couldn’t see them!! He couldn’t help them!! Bishop was going to get captured. She said she would let them leave. They had to leave!
The child’s hold slipped, and he sloughed off of Wesker’s back.
“Bishop’s in trouble!” Shiloh insisted, his voice still thick with tears, but determined, “You can’t see it, but I can, with my ears. He’s going to get taken.”
Shiloh wiped his nose with the back of his wing.
“Go ahead, I’ll catch up!” the bat insisted, “Make the ting-ting-ting noise while you run, I can hear it.”
He didn’t really give Wesker much of a chance to argue. Shiloh could sense, clear as day, where people were in the mist. He had to be the one to help Bishop!
Shiloh hop-skipped into the mist, back around the edge of the building. The big shape was Yellow Jacket. The shape on the ground was Bishop. So…
The child ran full-tilt into the fog, raising his wings above his head—
It was like the days of wrestling with his Papa. Papa was so big and unshakable—but, with a running start and all of his weight behind it—
Shiloh shoved at Hachi’s side with the “palms” of his wings, where all of his “fingers” that held the membrane of his wings connected. He shoved with all of his weight, attempting to knock her off-kilter and free Bishop.
“Get off of him!” the little bat insisted, “You’re hurting him!”
The assault was too effectual—for not only did Yellow Jacket topple off-balance, but Shiloh did too, all fifty pounds of him collapsing artlessly into her side. His elbow screamed with pain.
Shiloh had never been smart. But he’d always been clumsy.
He didn’t understand that they were the bad guys here, or that she was the good one.
He didn’t understand that she was the one defending herself from Bishop.
All that Shiloh understood was that one of his family was being hurt by someone else, and he had to stop it. The bat tried to scrabble to his feet, but his wings slipped against the pro hero beneath him, and his legs were too short to get decent footing.
“G-get out of here!” Shiloh yelled at Bishop, “Go! I’ll catch-up!”
Even Shiloh didn’t seem too convinced of that reassurance, but he managed to roll upright again, pushing his “palms” into Bishop’s side.
“Go! I told Wes to keep making the noise, go! I’ve got this!”
Still not entirely steady on his feet, though, the bat stumbled forward again with a *woomph!*. Despite his assault only moments prior, it was clear that the child posed no real threat.
Far, far into the distance, at the edges of Shiloh’s hearing, a mechanical wail sounded. A siren, perhaps a few kilometers away, a police unit finally answering the tripped burglary alarm.
Even if Yellow Jacket wouldn’t arrest them… there was no speaking for the officers who were answering the call.
Could the Atkinson’s hear the siren? Would they try their luck to save the bat, or flee while the opportunity to do so was still there?
The child pushed himself to his knees, still quivering like a leaf on the wind, before rolling into standing position. Everything hurt. Nothing made sense.
“I’ll be okay,” Shiloh murmured to himself.
He could still run. He could take to the skies and find Wesker, easily. Fly haphazardly, try and escape Yellow Jacket. Through all the small spaces she wouldn’t fit.
But he was tired. So, so tired.
The bat turned, rubbing at his tearful, glassy eyes with the back of one of his wings, as he face Yellow Jacket.
| ft. wes + bishop atkinson, and hachi quirk: e-rank echolocation, flight, speed; f-rank durability, multilingualism |
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Aug 16, 2020 7:23:43 GMT -4
| YESTERDAY IS A KID IN THE CORNER, YESTERDAY IS DEAD AND OVER. THIS IS YOUR LIFE, ARE YOU WHO YOU WANT TO BE?
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He heard Bishop growl a message about meeting back up at the usual spot. Not exactly the way he wanted it to go down but...maybe that was the best he could do. Just to believe in Bishop that he’d be back and catch up if they could run fast enough. But plans never seem to go the way they intend to these days. >> “Bishop’s in trouble!...You can’t see it, but I can, with my ears. He’s going to get taken.”Shiloh poured himself right off of Wes’ back and turned right around the other way. Wesker could only stop with one hard stomp mid-run and turn to face the new, more troubling situation. No fucking way. Was Bishop actually losing?... Shiloh kept running and quickly became a fuzzy grey outline in the cloud of uncertainty. The scuffle continued to make sounds of movement and bodily impact. Dammit. And now Shiloh’s would be sacrificing his safety to try to let us get away...The bat was certainly proving that he was feeling more than just afraid right now. Wesker would jump on any opportunity for Shiloh to prove himself, but now was NOT the time. Shiloh continued, speaking out through the mist: >> "G-get out of here!...Go! I’ll catch-up!”After that...there was an unsettling silence. He needed to get Shiloh back out of there or Bishop would have to hold back to keep from hurting him. If he had to drag Shiloh, he would. But being unable to see at all in there would make him useless. There was no other way to do this. Without hesitation Wes detached his knife, slipped his clothing off and out of the way and retracted the blade in the holder. One breath in and his form was a small, fast beating heart and much lower to the ground. As a fox,he grabbed the knife by the belt clip and started running into the mist. The sheath fabric clumsily held in his mouth, but Wes had to try to keep it on him if he needed it. He closed his eyes and the run slowed to a trot and he let his nose be his guide. It was certainly difficult to concentrate...there were so many smells on the damp concrete...so many different noises in the struggle...but a mass of fur was still pretty easy to track with how much he shed all the time. As he got closer he could hear the black dog’s frantic breathing while he laid on the ground as well. Why wasn’t he struggling? Would he be okay? Dammit, he’d better be. Behind him just a bit were two other smells and only one was extremely familiar. So he found Shiloh, but very close to the pro hero as well. The bat yelled out: >> “Go! I told Wes to keep making the noise, go! I’ve got this!”Shit, this was gonna suck...she must know Shiloh is right next to her now. She could grab him any minute now... Shiloh stood back up as Wes ran closer, and started barking a few times, dropping the knife on the ground in front of him. He wasted no time beginning to frantically tug at the bat-boy’s shirt, in the other direction from the road they had originally taken to the crime scene. There was still an opening...why was he able to smell an opening? The fox expected to be punched into submission by now, but somehow the bee was struggling to move as quickly as originally expected. Could she not see in the mist either? Was she planning her next move? It was hard to say; Wes only had one mission: to make his brother’s job easier. The shirt tugging intensified, trying desperately to get Shiloh’s attention, or at least get him to step away. Somehow, they still had a chance to get away. All Wes had to do was- The wail of a siren across the street somewhere struck the air. The tone drilled passed his sensitive ears and right through his head. The siren rattled his consciousness. Things were very hard to focus on. He stopped pulling and let the shirt go, and shook his head around, disoriented. He felt the urge to run again, and heavily fought it. He ran around behind Shiloh and tried to push his locked knees to start walking. Anything. Anything to get him to move away before they lost him forever. Anything to let Bishop break loose and scare the hero away without hesitation. Just. Keep. Trying. ▲ WORD COUNT: 750 ● NOTES: If only anyone had the capacity to properly listen to each other, this could have been a much better evening... |
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Aug 20, 2020 21:28:14 GMT -4
i can feel pressure start to possess my mind When he felt the satisfying thump of contact, Bishop thought he had this all under control. Just get a good hit in, it’d give his people time to escape, then he could go. No fuss, problem solved. After all, she said she’d let them go, but since when did anyone in power actually do what they said they were going to? Even if she did let them walk away, they’d be followed, he just knew it. But with that hit, all was good. Until it wasn’t. Just as quick as that moment of victory was there, Bishop felt his body and jaw smack against the ground as he was essentially drop-kicked. A mix of yelp and guttural growl filled the air along with that muffled thump of flesh against concrete, the creature immediately starting to push back and struggle as best as he could.
“Get! Off of me!”
But no matter how much he tried to do anything, the Hero knew what she was doing, knee placed just right to keep him from doing much more than struggling. At least it made the cuffs harder to put on.
You failed. We had such a good chance and you failed. Now we’re all getting taken i-shut up! We still have a chance, just have to get out from under her, we’re stronger than her. We’re trying, just have to keep trying, never surrender.
“Get off of him! You’re hurting him!”
Shit. That's Shiloh.
He jumped to his feet immediately once the pressure let off, likely helping that shove all that much more with the force of him just pushing up, but as he turned, he realized what this had cost him. Shiloh didn’t stand a chance, and whereas Bishop heard his reassurances to the contrary, he knew it was lies. He believed in Shiloh and his abilities, but that thing had taken *him* down, it could push someone the size of Shiloh away with little to no effort probably.
Get him, save him, we can’t leave him with that thing, but how are we going to manage that? Can’t run at her because she’ll just flip us again, blindsiding didn’t work...bite. No, no bite, we don’t need assault on our record too, she deserves it though, she does. We’re hungry. Feed us, wait. Later.
It was still hard to make things out, especially now that panic had forced the mist to just get that much thicker, but it wasn’t too hard to see the large dog-shaped figure trying to parse things out. He circled the Hero and bat in short movements, pacing as he tried to figure out how to get out of this. Situations that weren’t brute force were not his strong suit. He wasn’t sure where his brother was, but a simple statement into the mist would have to work.
“Thing’s got Shiloh. Get him back. No surrender.”
We can’t run, we can’t blindside, that thing is too strong to take on head-on. Surprise didn’t work either. How the fuck are we going to do this? Get Shiloh, get him, that’s what matters, forget her, get Shiloh.
He was able to make out his brother in close trying to pull, and did his best to assist. He couldn’t get in too close to the Hero, he was too obvious, but...maybe, just maybe he could get close to Shiloh if we worked fast. No wedging his muzzle between them, that was too close-quarters, just had to separate the bat. Only one way to do that is left: teeth. Seemed his brother had a similar idea, if that fox-shaped blob was anything to go off. The canine moves forward towards the bat, jaws open, aiming for that shirt. If he could get a good enough pull, he could break the press, force the bat backwards towards himself of the Hero, just had to make sure not to get skin, he could do this.
The dog felt the fabric starting to pop, but they were locked in now, even if they took the shirt with them. Before he had a chance to come up with a new plan, things had to go from bad to worse. That was just how all of their lives were going these days. The sounds of sirens started to fill his ear, cutting off not just the vision from his own attempted smokescreen, but his hearing for anything else. Why did that have to hurt so much as the dog? He felt his brother fall back and knew what he had to do. Now or never. He plants his feet and picks up from where his brother left off, pulling back at that shirt, just had to buy a few inch-
RIP
The dog went stumbling back, his mouth full of fabric but unfortunately exactly no bat.
Shit.
The sirens were getting closer. There was no time to come up with a new plan.
You failed. Shiloh is lost.
The Hero was too strong, there was nothing left to do.
You are weak. If we had just used our teeth, she wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Just run, you don’t stand a chance against her.
“SHUT UP!”
Muffled by the fabric swatch stuck in his teeth, but loud. At that, one last ditch effort. They had to go but he could at least try to give Shiloh something to work with. He jumped back to his feet, dipping his head and bolting towards his brother to grab him in his teeth and throw him to his back. “Hold on.” he said before heading back towards Hachi and Shiloh. He couldn’t tell if he was even putting out mist anymore, but there was enough to try. He began to circle quickly, mist swirling around them as a final smokescreen for Shiloh before he stopped and started bolting away from the sirens. So much for ‘We’ll never leave you behind’. There was no other choice.
“Use your wings, use the cover, follow us!”
And so Bishop and his brother were off down a nearby alley, away from the impending sirens. It was what Shiloh had wanted, but was it really in the end? Bishop couldn’t let himself think like that right now, this was about survival. Shiloh would find them. He had to.
*You failed Shiloh. You promised him.*
“Wes. Hit that knife on everything we pass that can make a sound. Give him a chance in hell.”
The fox would feel a heaving sigh from the dog after looking back, followed by a low grumbling statement.
“...I’m sorry Shiloh.”
WORDS: 1091 - NOTES: The hammer had to fall, and unfortunately they are in the way. TLDR; Bishop tries to maneuver around Hachi so he doesn't hurt Shiloh, fails, tries to pull him away by the shirt with Wes, takes the shirt with him, runs with the heaviest of hearts once the sirens start. |
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Aug 31, 2020 22:04:39 GMT -4
You may not have my eyes or smile,
but from the very first moment, you had my heart.
"Stop resisting." Please. "You can take a far smaller punishment if you come with me peacefully. This does not need to be a life-ending decision. Metaphorically. Please just calm down--" Hachi was trying to calm down the hound as her hand finally found a paw in the darkness and fog, and began to work the other toward her hip for handcuffs. Would these even fit him? If he could transform then he could slip out of them, that was something she hadn't considered. Her words, and her thoughts, were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a far younger voice coming at her in the darkness.
Shiloh was very small. However Hachi was off-balance already from being atop of Bishop, and he had the fortune of her being almost entirely blind. When she felt his body hit her she shifted herself to better take the hit, to try and catch him rather than let him hurl himself at her and harm himself farther, but it didn't work as well as she hoped. She fell backwards, landing on her hip and wincing, and she heard him cry in pain.
His wing...
She lost him for another moment, only able to tell where he was by his voice as she moved swiftly back to her feet. She had to take a blind guess. She heard the other boy, too, but couldn't see him at all. In this situation, the best chance she had was to grab whoever was closest, and expect the other two to flee before the police arrived. If they got into a fight with police then that was it. She couldn't protect them after that.
Long, thin arms reached out to a soft murmur over the sound of approaching sirens and departing thuds of padded feet, and her three fingers found soft fur. She wrapped both hands around them. The size made it easy to tell whom she had a hold of, even if their voice hadn't been as clear. Hachi sighed, exhaustion fighting with anger and confusion and fear in her head.
Why had they turned around to fight her? She had understood why they'd said no--she was a stranger, and they must have been hurt before by somebody. An adult or other authority figure, most likely. But that did not explain why he had turned around to attack her as she was getting ready to let them walk away. That felt like a terrible choice, and one that she wasn't sure if the other two even realized had been his instigation.
Hachi started to stand up, and brought Shiloh up with her. She kept him at more of a distance, though, rather than holding him in a close or familiar way. She wasn't going to be the "good guy" to him right now. She was a stranger, and, for all intents and purposes, she had just separated him from his friends. He could be angry.
"...how is your wing?" She spoke evenly, as the sirens came close enough that she could hear the engines now. The fog was clearing. It must have been a part of one of their Quirks as she'd suspected. With it clearing she could see Shiloh a little better, though not by much. He was still a bat-shaped child-sized shadow. After a moment more, she glanced aside, though her eyes and face betrayed nothing but stoicism. "...I am going to bring you with me to the station now. They will have questions to ask you. Then it will be decided where you will go, and stay. I'm sorry that it ended like this."
This could have all been avoided.
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Post by Shiloh Dubois on Sept 1, 2020 14:51:11 GMT -4
give and take LOGICALLY, THE BAT SHOULD HAVE been able to run. He was the only one who could “see” in the mist that Bishop had summoned. He was small, lower than most peoples’ “grabbing” range, and he could scrabble around pretty quickly if he got on all fours. He should’ve been able to run.
But Shiloh’s tiredness was finally getting the better of him. Why hadn’t they just left? Why hadn’t he just stayed awake? Why did the hero have to come? Why, why, why? Shiloh had to keep it together—he had to run—everything was compelling him to run.
Frantic yips and tugging at his shirt, small paws scrabbling against his mid-section. Instinctively, the bat tugged against the force, even though he knew it was wes. Wings were pressed to his eyes, blocking-out the rest of the world from view.
Then, Bishop was pulling too, rougher now, but the brothers were tugging at dead weight. His shirt ripped, Shiloh toppled, and he hit the ground hard, bumping against Yellow Jacket’s legs.
Slender arms encircled Shiloh like a vice. Anything he could’ve shouted back died in his throat.
These were the consequences—Shiloh knew he was little, and weak, and made a mess of things. He knew that running back for Bishop meant possibly not getting away, but… wow. They really were leaving him. He was going to be alone all over again, and this was his fault.
The bat felt his feet leave the ground as the hero stood, and the sudden shift in altitude seemed to stir some life back into him. All his fear and tiredness brought to a jagged head.
The child inhaled shakily, shaking his head, tucking his muzzle into his claws as fat tears wetted his cheeks. His wing hurt. But his chest hurt more—the realization that he was alone again weighed heavily on it.
More shaking of his head, more tears. They were going to take him back to the orphanage. There was nowhere else for him to go. Even if he ran away again, Shiloh would never be able to find Bishop and Wes again. Not on his own. He wasn’t that smart.
“I don’t want to… no…”
The wail of the sirens pitched higher as the police cars banked into the parking lot, and Shiloh pulled his ears over his eyes, plunging his surroundings into darkness.
It wasn’t fair.
It was never fair.
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Post by Rosey on Sept 8, 2020 4:07:23 GMT -4
Okay incoming: You all gained group bonus of +20
Shiloh (Best Bat) you have 193 exp and gained +45 +20 (65 exp)
Wesker (Best Fox) you have 250 exp and gained +48 + 20 (68 exp)
Bishop (Best Dog (but a little different :p)) you have 179 exp and gained +54 + 20 (74)
Hachi (Best Beemom) you have 246 exp and gained +36 +20 (56)
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