Post by caleb on Oct 12, 2020 14:36:13 GMT -4
Down in the dead of night, just beyond the city expanse of Tokyo, there was a place. Not a traditional place by any means, oh no – this was a place of experimentation. Owned by the Plutocracy, this was a hidden testing facility, disguised as a factory, even using the shell of a dilapidated metalworker's building to sell the legitimacy of it. Despite their secrecy, and multiple layers of legal protection to go with it, guards still stood watch, armed with high-power weaponry, lest anyone got too curious. Outside were mainly lesser grunts, who would watch time whittle away as they stood post underneath the brooding black sky, gripping their guns tightly, with no quirk to defend themselves with otherwise. This particular facility was held under the jurisdiction of Deimos, a Moon of Mars, as well as the fanatics that were devoted to the cause of the planet of War. Testing had come back conclusive, but it was kept well under wraps. Why? The horror of the experiments was simply too much for most, especially the lowly grunts who only worked for the pay...
In front of the entrance, two men were at their posts. Armed with twelve-gauge shotguns and simple body armour, they stood ready in case anyone tried to come for them: but, they were resigned to the thought. No one came, ever. Why would they? An inconspicuous factory, in the wee hours of the morning, and even if they did get in, the thugs of the Plutocracy to deal with? You'd need to be prepared, or just plain crazy. This approach let some of the guards be a little more lax with their positions, aware of their fates as quirkless goons, hired muscle to take the hits so the higher-ups could get more time to fight, or to simply turn tail. These two men at the entrance were as such.
“Oi, Shoji,” one of them asked, inquisitively; “you ever get scared on nights like this?” The man known as Shoji replied, in quite a stern tone, clearly putting on a persona to answer. “No way! Why should I-I be scared? We're part of Mars' fold, aren't we?” His partner leaned in towards him, his breath visible in the barely lit area, dense with the cold they stood amongst. “Yeah, I know. But ever since that stunt in the city... with the dead comin' back and such... anything could happen, right?” Shoji simply stared at his partner, turning around and looking him up and down, as well as behind him. He swore he saw movement... it was probably a trick of the light. Nothing unusual at all. “Yo? Shoji? You lookin' at Fuji or you lookin' at your pal Daigo?” said the guard, snapping his fingers. Shoji snapped out of it, and replied: “N-no, don't worry about it.” Daigo groaned, loosening the grip on his weapon - “Well?” he said. “You think anything else weird is gonna happen?” Thinking about it, Shoji did think the whole outbreak in Tokyo was scary, but he'd never admit to it. He'd bragged to officers above him about how he took out a bunch like an action hero, but in reality cowered in a train station until the threat passed over. Nevertheless, he needed to maintain his position, as false as it was, to hopefully rise above and be treated like a man in the organisation.
“Hmph, I don't think so. Besides, who's going to fuck with us?” he said, laughing off his insecurities. Daigo laughed heartily, as he usually did. “Yeah, you're right, man! You and me, we can take on Kamirex if we need to – 'cause we're Sons of Mars!” Shoji nodded, and both went for a high five, laughing off any kind of fear they could have. Autumn dragged such an emotion around like a blunt weapon, able to attack indiscriminately to deliver mortal blows to the mind. But for a brief moment, these two men were able to find joy in fighting against fear – at least, in a hypothetical sense. For the season would point it's weapon towards those two very soon. The Autumn season this night would take the shape of young man, a harbinger of fear...
...and fear brandished a pipe.
In front of the entrance, two men were at their posts. Armed with twelve-gauge shotguns and simple body armour, they stood ready in case anyone tried to come for them: but, they were resigned to the thought. No one came, ever. Why would they? An inconspicuous factory, in the wee hours of the morning, and even if they did get in, the thugs of the Plutocracy to deal with? You'd need to be prepared, or just plain crazy. This approach let some of the guards be a little more lax with their positions, aware of their fates as quirkless goons, hired muscle to take the hits so the higher-ups could get more time to fight, or to simply turn tail. These two men at the entrance were as such.
“Oi, Shoji,” one of them asked, inquisitively; “you ever get scared on nights like this?” The man known as Shoji replied, in quite a stern tone, clearly putting on a persona to answer. “No way! Why should I-I be scared? We're part of Mars' fold, aren't we?” His partner leaned in towards him, his breath visible in the barely lit area, dense with the cold they stood amongst. “Yeah, I know. But ever since that stunt in the city... with the dead comin' back and such... anything could happen, right?” Shoji simply stared at his partner, turning around and looking him up and down, as well as behind him. He swore he saw movement... it was probably a trick of the light. Nothing unusual at all. “Yo? Shoji? You lookin' at Fuji or you lookin' at your pal Daigo?” said the guard, snapping his fingers. Shoji snapped out of it, and replied: “N-no, don't worry about it.” Daigo groaned, loosening the grip on his weapon - “Well?” he said. “You think anything else weird is gonna happen?” Thinking about it, Shoji did think the whole outbreak in Tokyo was scary, but he'd never admit to it. He'd bragged to officers above him about how he took out a bunch like an action hero, but in reality cowered in a train station until the threat passed over. Nevertheless, he needed to maintain his position, as false as it was, to hopefully rise above and be treated like a man in the organisation.
“Hmph, I don't think so. Besides, who's going to fuck with us?” he said, laughing off his insecurities. Daigo laughed heartily, as he usually did. “Yeah, you're right, man! You and me, we can take on Kamirex if we need to – 'cause we're Sons of Mars!” Shoji nodded, and both went for a high five, laughing off any kind of fear they could have. Autumn dragged such an emotion around like a blunt weapon, able to attack indiscriminately to deliver mortal blows to the mind. But for a brief moment, these two men were able to find joy in fighting against fear – at least, in a hypothetical sense. For the season would point it's weapon towards those two very soon. The Autumn season this night would take the shape of young man, a harbinger of fear...
...and fear brandished a pipe.
