There are things I have done [A] The fact it was a mere day away from another potential fight had already had Genda ill at ease. Medical supplies had been arranged and rearranged in the large and sturdy rucksack he had saved up for. Bandages, painkillers, compresses, materials for various splints, even medical grade thread he had gotten from his father who had taken the request as his son wanting to learn more in depth first aid and had taken a few hours before another shift at the hospital to teach him on a hastily created doll the best way to stitch various wounds. All of it packed to quickly be scanned and taken as needed along with those odd blankets used for shock and hypothermia paramedics used, a token from his mother who had seen the kit and thought it was being made for a hiking trip with friends.
However when Kidou was suddenly in his head, urging everyone to the school. A day earlier then what was supposed to be, had him cataloging every item of use and prioritizing what was and wasn't feasible to bring. Even as in after thought one of the small sheep he had been making in bulk since that day Luci had posted that audio clip onto the zipper of the bag. The dark green ribbon with the bright red combatant symbol openly displayed for openly instead of tucked away from possibly hostile eyes.
It was likely the only thing really odd to see as people moved about to finish what they needed to do before curfew hit. As Genda had came back in his uniform, the blue of it and the green tie marking him as a third year in the lower cycle and likely running to finish one project or another assigned as a summer assignment. Though he's walking with a purpose one may notice him looking around as if trying to find someone or someplace.
There's a place I have gone [B] His bag was stashed in one of the rooms connected to the corridor they seemed to have been herded to. If this ended up being like last time it would hopefully still be there once everything was said and done. It was better odds then trying to keep track of and in one piece if things became hectic while carrying it.
Instead he's placed himself against a wall between a classroom door and a storage closet. Giving him a much better view of both ends of the hall as well as close to the 'middle' of the area in order to watch those moving by. Looking for anyone familiar, his phone is out and the countdown is easily visible to those that may look down at it. If they're not first distracted by the simple sword charm connected to it that looks oddly like the same sword used in the combatant symbol. There's a heavy frown on his face as he stares at the numbers ticking away.
"The timing is off."
There's a beast and I let it run [C] The sudden lack of light only causes him to tense and listen intently for a moment before the skittering suddenly registers and he's moving. Hand already moving towards his chest even as part of him flinches at what is about to happen. It hurts just as much as it had before, but he had expected it this time so there's only clenched teeth and tense frame to show as his fingers are suddenly inside his chest and pulling something out before his outfit changes. Gone is the Green Valley uniform and in its place is a pitch black military like uniform with blood red piping and rust colored braiding and in that same rusty almost blood like color is a symbol stitched right over the place his hand had been in a moment before. In his hand is a beating heart for a few moments before it fades as metal gauntlets clad his hands.
It isn't long before he's weaving carefully through the hall. His persona gliding out of his shadow to claw at reaching lockers, or to spit fire at the many rats circling others. Mostly though the mish mash of big cat and reptile is flaring those wings out before as a healing spell or a purifying spell is cast on those that need it or as directed by a navigator that has clued in on his abilities by this point. Again he's taking more hits then likely necessary as he moves to intercept a lunge of a rat, or get in the way of grasping metal. Even using his armored hands and forearms more like shields then weapons as he blocks attacks more often then actually attacking back. Sometimes this causes him to be thrown from a locker to somewhere else harshly by stepping in front but not being able to stop a locker from pulling him in instead of the original target.
This behavior is likely what catches the attention of those with more experience in regards to battle, or perhaps you were someone he took a hit for.
Now it's running my way [D]
Once it became clear which two sets of people were being targeted, Genda is less focused on slotting into helping whoever is near him and is more intent on finding one of two people. Kidou is a navigator and while Sakuma is likely already there fighting right along side Kidou, that means Sakuma's attention is divided too much. Their backs are meant to be watched by him so that Sakuma and Kidou can focus on other aspects. There's also another he desperately searches for as he moves. Every flash of white having him focus on that person for a few moments to see if it's the one he's looking for. Fubuki was new, likely either not having awakened yet, or reeling from doing so. He was the higher priority in regards to finding. Even if he wants to just zero in on where Kidou is first, but that isn't what he needs to do. In this place Fubuki was now team and needed to be brought to the others if he wasn't there already. So they could help one another. It's a sudden and sharp focus, making it hard for anyone to get his attention unless it's really dire or they manage to get in his way long enough for him to finally acknowledge you.
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The fact it was a mere day away from another potential fight had already had Genda ill at ease. Medical supplies had been arranged and rearranged in the large and sturdy rucksack he had saved up for. Bandages, painkillers, compresses, materials for various splints, even medical grade thread he had gotten from his father who had taken the request as his son wanting to learn more in depth first aid and had taken a few hours before another shift at the hospital to teach him on a hastily created doll the best way to stitch various wounds. All of it packed to quickly be scanned and taken as needed along with those odd blankets used for shock and hypothermia paramedics used, a token from his mother who had seen the kit and thought it was being made for a hiking trip with friends.
However when Kidou was suddenly in his head, urging everyone to the school. A day earlier then what was supposed to be, had him cataloging every item of use and prioritizing what was and wasn't feasible to bring. Even as in after thought one of the small sheep he had been making in bulk since that day Luci had posted that audio clip onto the zipper of the bag. The dark green ribbon with the bright red combatant symbol openly displayed for openly instead of tucked away from possibly hostile eyes.
It was likely the only thing really odd to see as people moved about to finish what they needed to do before curfew hit. As Genda had came back in his uniform, the blue of it and the green tie marking him as a third year in the lower cycle and likely running to finish one project or another assigned as a summer assignment. Though he's walking with a purpose one may notice him looking around as if trying to find someone or someplace.
There's a place I have gone [B]
His bag was stashed in one of the rooms connected to the corridor they seemed to have been herded to. If this ended up being like last time it would hopefully still be there once everything was said and done. It was better odds then trying to keep track of and in one piece if things became hectic while carrying it.
Instead he's placed himself against a wall between a classroom door and a storage closet. Giving him a much better view of both ends of the hall as well as close to the 'middle' of the area in order to watch those moving by. Looking for anyone familiar, his phone is out and the countdown is easily visible to those that may look down at it. If they're not first distracted by the simple sword charm connected to it that looks oddly like the same sword used in the combatant symbol. There's a heavy frown on his face as he stares at the numbers ticking away.
"The timing is off."
There's a beast and I let it run [C]
The sudden lack of light only causes him to tense and listen intently for a moment before the skittering suddenly registers and he's moving. Hand already moving towards his chest even as part of him flinches at what is about to happen. It hurts just as much as it had before, but he had expected it this time so there's only clenched teeth and tense frame to show as his fingers are suddenly inside his chest and pulling something out before his outfit changes. Gone is the Green Valley uniform and in its place is a pitch black military like uniform with blood red piping and rust colored braiding and in that same rusty almost blood like color is a symbol stitched right over the place his hand had been in a moment before. In his hand is a beating heart for a few moments before it fades as metal gauntlets clad his hands.
It isn't long before he's weaving carefully through the hall. His persona gliding out of his shadow to claw at reaching lockers, or to spit fire at the many rats circling others. Mostly though the mish mash of big cat and reptile is flaring those wings out before as a healing spell or a purifying spell is cast on those that need it or as directed by a navigator that has clued in on his abilities by this point. Again he's taking more hits then likely necessary as he moves to intercept a lunge of a rat, or get in the way of grasping metal. Even using his armored hands and forearms more like shields then weapons as he blocks attacks more often then actually attacking back. Sometimes this causes him to be thrown from a locker to somewhere else harshly by stepping in front but not being able to stop a locker from pulling him in instead of the original target.
This behavior is likely what catches the attention of those with more experience in regards to battle, or perhaps you were someone he took a hit for.
Now it's running my way [D]
Once it became clear which two sets of people were being targeted, Genda is less focused on slotting into helping whoever is near him and is more intent on finding one of two people. Kidou is a navigator and while Sakuma is likely already there fighting right along side Kidou, that means Sakuma's attention is divided too much. Their backs are meant to be watched by him so that Sakuma and Kidou can focus on other aspects. There's also another he desperately searches for as he moves. Every flash of white having him focus on that person for a few moments to see if it's the one he's looking for. Fubuki was new, likely either not having awakened yet, or reeling from doing so. He was the higher priority in regards to finding. Even if he wants to just zero in on where Kidou is first, but that isn't what he needs to do. In this place Fubuki was now team and needed to be brought to the others if he wasn't there already. So they could help one another. It's a sudden and sharp focus, making it hard for anyone to get his attention unless it's really dire or they manage to get in his way long enough for him to finally acknowledge you.
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((Hit me up if you have a prompt that doesn't fit any of these here. You can pm me or get me on discord [pinkparasol#4080] or plurk (pinkparasol) if you want to run an idea by real quick. I also have a plotting top level as well. Also prose or brackets are up to you. I'll follow what you want.))