Teru was never one to ignore his gut. It was what he was always telling Mob after all. His bad feeling didn't need to get worse for him to heed its warning, but it was, and quickly. He even resorted to calling Mob as he zipped through the city in mid-air if for no other reason than to hear his voice and get a play-by-play--the other boy didn't pick up.
Not good at all.
When he arrived at Marjoram cafe, his feet landed on uneven concrete. There were cracks running through it. The staff at the shops lining the street seemed anxious.
No sign of Mob.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up--there was a distinct electricity in the air. Mob wasn't there, but he wasn't far. The mere feeling he had...it reminded him of that time--
"Hey! Kid! Just who I was looking for!"
Teru's head snapped up, his energy primed and ready to whip out at the voice aimed at him.
"Whoa--whoa! Easy! I'm here to help!" A familiar-looking spirit cowered behind one of the sandwich boards at the sight of his hackles raising.
"...Ah! It's you." Teru squinted to get a better look at him. "Shige's, uh..."
It floated trepidatiously from behind the A-frame, eyebrow raised. "Friend and mentor! That was what you were gonna say, right? Also, wait, Shige? The hell--Argh! Nevermind! Just follow me, okay? Shigeo and Ritsu need backup!"
Without waiting, the ghost zipped down the street. He didn't question it. Without waiting, Teru darted off after it, heedless of who or what he spooked. The closer they got, the stronger the sensation. Even if he wasn't getting sensitive to Mob's presence, he couldn't have missed the spikes of energy making the air crackle in a way he couldn't have described to anyone who wasn't sensitive to it.
When he turned the corner, he saw it. Someone had just been beaten to the ground--it wasn't Mob.
Mob was already on the ground.
And the one looming above them was--
Teru's brain didn't need any more time to process what he was seeing. It was unnecessary confirmation for what he had been sensing this whole time. But seeing--there was a cold fire that was lit in him that had never burned so intensely.
Energy gathered in his whole body and focused on his hand. He was still himself enough not to cause unnecessary collateral even with the sea of cowering rivals in front of him, fully ignorant to his presence. He didn't give the enemy the dignity of warning. Rebar tore itself from the building beside him, one end of the heavy metal driven to an angled point, and it shot with sniper-precision and bullet-speed right at the man's head--
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Date: 2024-01-07 06:22 am (UTC)Teru was never one to ignore his gut. It was what he was always telling Mob after all. His bad feeling didn't need to get worse for him to heed its warning, but it was, and quickly. He even resorted to calling Mob as he zipped through the city in mid-air if for no other reason than to hear his voice and get a play-by-play--the other boy didn't pick up.
Not good at all.
When he arrived at Marjoram cafe, his feet landed on uneven concrete. There were cracks running through it. The staff at the shops lining the street seemed anxious.
No sign of Mob.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up--there was a distinct electricity in the air. Mob wasn't there, but he wasn't far. The mere feeling he had...it reminded him of that time--
"Hey! Kid! Just who I was looking for!"
Teru's head snapped up, his energy primed and ready to whip out at the voice aimed at him.
"Whoa--whoa! Easy! I'm here to help!" A familiar-looking spirit cowered behind one of the sandwich boards at the sight of his hackles raising.
"...Ah! It's you." Teru squinted to get a better look at him. "Shige's, uh..."
It floated trepidatiously from behind the A-frame, eyebrow raised. "Friend and mentor! That was what you were gonna say, right? Also, wait, Shige? The hell--Argh! Nevermind! Just follow me, okay? Shigeo and Ritsu need backup!"
Without waiting, the ghost zipped down the street. He didn't question it. Without waiting, Teru darted off after it, heedless of who or what he spooked. The closer they got, the stronger the sensation. Even if he wasn't getting sensitive to Mob's presence, he couldn't have missed the spikes of energy making the air crackle in a way he couldn't have described to anyone who wasn't sensitive to it.
When he turned the corner, he saw it. Someone had just been beaten to the ground--it wasn't Mob.
Mob was already on the ground.
And the one looming above them was--
Teru's brain didn't need any more time to process what he was seeing. It was unnecessary confirmation for what he had been sensing this whole time. But seeing--there was a cold fire that was lit in him that had never burned so intensely.
Energy gathered in his whole body and focused on his hand. He was still himself enough not to cause unnecessary collateral even with the sea of cowering rivals in front of him, fully ignorant to his presence. He didn't give the enemy the dignity of warning. Rebar tore itself from the building beside him, one end of the heavy metal driven to an angled point, and it shot with sniper-precision and bullet-speed right at the man's head--