118 Posts
3 EP
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47 Years
Female
"Queen Kaiju"
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Sept 20, 2020 23:55:34 GMT -4
i know that it's too hard to find
a little peace of mind in this crazy storm ONCE AUTHORITIES WERE ON-SCENE, the rest passed in a sort of blur. Redhorn and Blondie were passed-off to medical professionals, Teruko was escorted away from the scene and guided to a quiet spot for questioning. Still trembling and tearful, she was offered a blanket that looked more like a hand towel given her size. Ultimately, Teruko used it more like a handkerchief as the police asked her about what she'd witnessed. The woman did her best to weather the questions.
What had brought her out here?
She'd only come out here looking for her friend, who'd texted her and said that he was alone.
Injured?
Bruised rib, maybe. Just scared otherwise.
What happened?
Teruko glossed over the approach towards the studio, detailing what'd transpired once they were within the walls of the place. Her composure slipped when it came to Daichi, his fight, and his fall… but her grief over killing her mentor looked an awful lot like severe stress or trauma, too.
The officer relented in their questioning. Though their resources were already spread thin, they seemed reluctant to let a woman in Teruko's condition leave on her own.
"We have quite a few vehicles that can accommodate you," the officer insisted, "We'd be happy to give you a ride back to your place of residence."
At this point, Teruko had cried enough to dehydrate herself and bring-on a low-grade headache. Her eyes were dry, tired and a little puffy. She wanted to go home.
And she didn't want to go alone.
"Let me… talk with my friend?" Teruko requested, glancing over her shoulder. She could see Enda, from this distance, but couldn't hear him. It felt so surreal that he was… here in one piece. That they'd seen what they seen. Teruko turned back to the officer, "I don't… want to go anywhere without him."
She also didn't want to stay here any longer than she had to, either. This place turned her stomach. All she could think about was Daichi.
Besides which, if they waited until sundown, it'd be far too cold for the still-shirtless crocodilian.
With the officer's permission, Teruko got to her feet, her side twinging as she went. She approached Enda quietly, rubbing her upper arm with her opposite hand. She'd wait until he acknowledged her before speaking.
"They… offered to send a box van for me, to give me a ride back," Teruko explained stiltedly. Her heart was hammering in her ears, "But… uh… I don't… want to go alone."
It was weird to be so emotionally prone. Teruko struggled her way through admitting that she wanted Enda to go with her. Moreover,
"I also… don't want to stay here."
Hopeful, gold eyes turned on Enda, drinking in his appearance. Teruko's gaze lingered on his wounded leg a moment longer than on the rest of him, before reluctantly returning to his face.
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114 Posts
0 EP
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27 Years
Male
"Sir Eyin"
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Post by Enda Halloran on Oct 11, 2020 18:15:42 GMT -4
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What were you doing out here, sir?
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"Trying to get to a cute cafe, some of my gal pals hang out here, you know~? Zombies showing out of fuck knows where kinda screwed that for me, though...aaaand a friend contacted me...so we tried to meet up, safety in numbers n' junk..." He was a hot mess right now, but it was true, he absolutely had a solid alibi on that front and people could vouch for him if they cared to ask around. After all, he'd taken selfies and hung out with some of the usual sorts and even tourists too...so hey, he wasn't lying and he didn't lie.
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...right...how about any injur--oh.
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Holding up his bleeding leg, drenched and dripping in blood with a nice big ol' open wound, he had a grin that was clearly annoyed as his visible eye lightly twitched. Gesturing toward it like he was show casing a car or some high end jewelry, speaking in a tone that was starting to lose its chill from having to declare the obvious, "MMMHMMM! Some BITCH hooked me in the leg, anyone gonna stitch me up, boo?" Personally, he wanted to just leave the damn scene before all this formality bullshit, but fuck it, Teruko was struggling and so was he. There was no way he'd get far without probably bleeding out. As one of their medical professionals told him step by step what they were doing, he let out a sigh and offered his consent as needed. Then when they opted to ask him all about the details?
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He was careful to omit certain facts that could incriminate Teruko or anyone else...so inherently, that came with covering his own ass as well. Yet, he was far more delicate and careful when speaking of the others...especially his kaiju queen. Resting both hands on his right knee since the left leg needed to be completely still...it was crazy that as the blood was tidied up, there were so many scars patterning themselves in what looked like tattoos. Scarification was more his speed...though Akicat tried coaxing him into getting them inked since they'd look better. Whatever...maybe he had a point about that...maybe he didn't.
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Rolling his shoulders into a shrug, he glanced over toward the kaiju who snatched his heart away and could break it on a moment's notice if she wanted. Poor thing seemed shaken up...but he had to let these people go through the motions and tend to the gaping wound on his calf. Even all the pain shredding away at him and cheering him up wasn't enough to make him feel better about how much she must be suffering. Turning his gaze away from her...he...was still wondering if maybe he'd make things worse by sticking around her...but he didn't like the idea of leaving her by her lonesome after enduring something so goddamn traumatic.
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Looking away as a heavy sigh escaped him, he was silent enough from that point and closed his eyes since he was starting to feel a bit light headed. Man...a nap sounded pretty good around now. Titling his head toward the sound of her distressed voice, he slowly opened his eyes, though only one was visible at the moment, "Mmm? Like...I could go with you, hun...I didn't plan on leaving you alone tonight anyway...sorry not sorry~" Giving her a grin, albeit a bit tired still had an odd layer of sincerity among the playful nature among it.
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Holding out his hand, it was reached out toward her with the palm facing upward as though an offer for him to hold his hand while they wait for the woman to finish stitching up his leg so they could leave. "Right here if you need me, my queen~" Those words rolled so gently into existence, since he really wasn't going anywhere without her.
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118 Posts
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47 Years
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"Queen Kaiju"
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Oct 13, 2020 14:15:55 GMT -4
i know that it's too hard to find
a little peace of mind in this crazy storm THE FACT THAT ENDA WAS LOOKING AWAY from her gave Teruko the time to look him over—to assess Enda’s injuries and make sure that he really was still there. The arrival of her predecessor, albeit misshapen and animalistic, had put the kaiju woman in a state of not really knowing what was real and what wasn’t. Like maybe if she looked away from Enda long enough, he’d disappear in a fine mist, leaving her truly and genuinely alone with her sorrow?
Enda sighed tiredly, reaffirming that he had no intention of leaving her behind. He’d stay with her. He was right here. Teruko’s heart panged at that. He was right here, and she wasn’t going to let him go. She’d already seen the wreckage of one burnt bridge, today. She couldn’t stand to burn another.
When Enda extended his hand towards her, Teruko clasped both of her hands around it. His hands were so thin and delicate—much like his general physique. The medic looked at the display of affection for only a moment, but given her preoccupation with tending to Enda’s wound, said nothing on the matter. They’d been through a lot. What was a little hand-holding in polite company?
Teruko scarcely noticed the strange looks. She clung to Enda’s hand, one of her taloned mitts clasped lightly in his, while the other idly smoothed itself over the back of his hand, as if to placate him. Soon, they could go home. They could get some food in their bellies and process everything that they had seen. They couldn’t process now. It wasn’t safe here.
Unless Enda freed his hand from Terukos’, she’d remain affixed to him, eyes closed, until the laboring engine of the box van rumbled into earshot.
It was white and nondescript, the kind of vehicle that might be used for a moving company or private business.
It rumbled to a stop, and the driver—a uniformed officer—hopped out, circling around the back to open the space typically reserved for cargo. Teruko huffed. There was something dehumanizing about having to ride in a cargo space, but… with how big she was, she didn’t fit comfortably in most spaces. It was a necessary evil.
“Our chariot,” Teruko said, a flicker of her old humor shining through.
Teruko let one of her hands fall from Enda’s hand, touching his shoulder inquiringly.
“Do you think you can walk over there? Or would you like some help?”
It probably wouldn’t be the best look to use his teeth around the police, especially after the two of them had fabricated a story about being victims of circumstance, rather than vigilantes that were free and easy with their quirks.
At his bidding, Teruko would provide any manner of assistance the blonde requested—be it tucking an arm behind him and walking alongside, or carrying him bridal-style to the box-van. She would even (reluctantly) let Enda walk towards the van (and its driver) on his own, though she would acquiesce with a sort-of worried expression upon her face.
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114 Posts
0 EP
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27 Years
Male
"Sir Eyin"
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Post by Enda Halloran on Oct 16, 2020 9:51:51 GMT -4
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tooth fairy
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A cute, clingy kaiju grasped onto his hand with both of her very own...
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...and that hand was hers to hold for as long as she wanted.
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Plus, it helped him keep still from scrambling away or anything like that since it gave him a stronger sense of purpose to stick around. The tooth fairy of sorts knew this lifestyle was going to catch up to him one day...but this was in the best way. Even though he hated watching her suffer, still...it was nice to know he was wanted and good for her in some way or another. So you know what? There was definitely some fluffy solace for his mind to fall back on and it felt pretty damn great!
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Though with her around...
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...with how everything seemed to be alright now...
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Things weren't so bad and he got out with a flesh wound so that was cool...another scar for the collection, he figured. By the time the medic finished patching him up and even placing on a bandage for good measure, he just bobbled his head in a passive nod about the care instructions. Man, this wasn't his first rodeo...but it was the first time he had some biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch hook him in the leg! Damn, he really should have paid more attention...but he was way more freaked out and worried about Teruko along with everyone else. He...was trying his best to be as close to a pro hero as he could be in his own way...maybe one day they'd accept him into their circle.
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Even if they rejected him...
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...he'd still have her, the kaiju woman who stole his heart. The one who let him know that their chariot had arrived, "So soon? Aaawwww shucks, let's go, Cinderella~" Slowly getting to his feet, he was about to say he didn't need help. All because of how much he absolutely loved the pain that struck his nerves...it reminded him he was here and wasn't dead. Welcomed the suffering with open arms because it was one of the only things that made him feel like he wasn't lost...but that hand on his shoulder. Then trailing his gaze up her arm and to those worried eyes...her let out a defeated sigh with such a soft laugh...
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Reaching up to rest his free hand over her own upon his shoulder...gripping it gently with love and care, "...some help might be nice, doubt I should be hobbling around like this n' all...but you sure, hun?" You know how sure she was? Bridal carry dat ass to the van sure which caused him to blush bright like a school girl and grasped onto her while being carried along. The guy was absolutely smitten by how she was still strong enough to pull this shit off. Nervously biting his lower lip before looking off to the side...he would trade out some pain for this pampering, this was totally fine, perfectly ideal. Practically hugging tightly onto her and just letting his face plop against her and god...as grim as the situation was, he let out a lovesick sigh and would enjoy the ride....
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118 Posts
3 EP
EXP
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47 Years
Female
"Queen Kaiju"
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Post by Teruko Serizawa on Oct 18, 2020 20:44:33 GMT -4
i know that it's too hard to find
a little peace of mind in this crazy storm TERUKO WATCHED ENDA AS HE UNCOILED himself from the back of the ambulance and onto his feet—watching his leg, in particular, and for any sign of unsteadiness. She still held his hand—and, holding it slightly aloft, she would almost usher him to the ground below, as if he were a lady and she were his footman helping him down from a carriage. Then her hand was upon his shoulder, she was taking a temperature check, and he… sighed? Was she being too overbearing?
Maybe it was force of nature. Like… tending to someone else gave her an excuse to not think too deeply about everything that was pressing at the confines of her consciousness. Daichi. Aiding a kid in destroying her arms, and for what? A brawl? Then, back to Daichi again. She couldn’t think about that, here. She was already a spectacle just by existing, the last thing she needed was to be crying, too.
Thankfully, Enda accepted the help, squeezing her hand lightly. He asked if she was sure, and Teruko carefully slinked an arm behind his knees, and around his shoulder, and scooped him off of his feet.
Of course, she was so preoccupied with caring for her friend, she didn’t fully consider the weirdness of it—your business-neighbor and friend, carrying you bridal-style (and shirtless!) a walkable distance to a box-van.
She really didn’t think about the connotations until she glimpsed Enda’s flushed expression, a sort of nervous giddiness touching his face as he twined his arms around her neck. Her heart threw itself against her ribs, and mustering her way through a simmering timid-ness, she lumbered towards the box-van.
“Serizawa-san?” the truck driver greeted, as the woman came within earshot. Of course she was Serizawa-san, Teruko thought drolly. Did he see anyone else who was too big to fit in a police cruiser?
“Yes sir,” Teruko replied, “Thank you for taking the time to transport us, sir.”
“Where to?”
“Kaiju Cakery and Café, in Downtown Musutafu. Do you know the place?”
“Oh, of course! My kids and I love the place!”
Teruko smiled winsomely, coming to a halt at the back of the truck. She knew, for certain, that she would be in the “cargo” area of the truck. But perhaps Enda would find it cozier in the cab? It was certainly less dehumanizing.
Reluctantly, she skirted around the left side towards the passenger-side door, and lowered Enda cautiously from her arms. Her hand lingered on his shoulder, as if she wanted to say something. But, instead… she gave Enda’s shoulder a squeeze, and then turned to walk back to the rear of the truck.
After sizing-up the bed—it wasn’t too high off of the ground—Teruko would hoist herself into the back of the vehicle, which gave an ominous groan as she clambered in. The creaking and shifting of the stationary truck would persist until the kaiju was completely opposite of the door, taking a careful and ceremonious seat at the back of the truck. She wrapped her tail around her legs, squinting towards the only square of light—the doorway.
“I apologize for the accommodations, madam,” the driver said, tipping a ball-cap that they wore upon their head, “It’s not the most illustrious way to transport a retired actress.”
“Nonsense,” Teruko retorted, with a bark of laughter, “It sure as hell beats walking back, with how things are, right now. I deeply appreciate it.”
With the woman’s blessing, the man would bow respectfully, before stepping onto the step on the back, straining to reach the strap to pull the hatch shut.
“There’s a latch in the bottom-middle of this door that you can open from the inside,” the driver insisted, finally securing the strap, “Just in-case.”
“Noted, sir. Thank you.”
If there were no protests, he would begin to pull the roll-down door shut.
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