1 - en route ["Get to the school!""You guys better be prepared..." Kidou's voice. Luci's. Sakuma doesn't have to be told twice.
He packs minimally -- his weapons both take both of his hands, and while he's used to having to work with only his feet in soccer, in a fight it's a little different -- so what he ends up bringing is all things that can fit in his pockets and in a tiny backpack fitted in such a way it won't move when he's fighting. Anyone who knows what his phone looks like will note that he's swapped the case out -- this one clips into the lanyard he carries his apartment key on, strung around his neck. Next to the key and his phone is one of those sheep, its crossed swords stark against its wool -- but his is a little weird, sporting an eyepatch that matches his own, and wool that's a little more silver than plain white. Besides that, he brings almost nothing. Two bottles of water. A knife from the kitchen, wrapped in a cloth and taped shut (it's his experience that whenever you need a cutting tool, there isn't one handy, and his trident won't do). The tiny, pocket-sized notebook he'd been carrying at the solstice festival, and a pen to go with it. Anything less vital stays home.
He leaves without saying anything to his brother -- just leaves a quickly scrawled note that he's going to a friend's overnight. It's easier than trying to sneak out -- this way, he won't be looked for. He's sure he can ask Asher or Kidou to back him up, if there were any questions. Sakuma's apartment is within walking distance of Green Valley, so anyone who happens to be also on foot might see him hurrying along -- he's not running, but his stride is one of a boy who knows where he's going.]
2 - battle [The school changes.
As soon as the lights cut, Sakuma's trident is in his hands. The area around them starts to warp, and he can't help but watch the windows change, the fog pour in from somewhere he can't identify. And then the rats arrive. For him, the creatures are a little more than half his height, and he engages a few at a time -- some of them turn to face him, but most of them head straight past him. He doesn't realize why, and he won't until he sees them actually go after a Navigator, but the ones he attacks pay enough attention to him that he has to stop wondering about it until he can find a lull in the fighting.
Sakuma does his best, but he's only one teenager, and a moment of attention spread too thin finds him cornered by too many rat-things, forced to back up and directly into the waiting mouth of a locker. It pulls him through, and there's pain -- and then he's thrown out of a portrait's frame and hits the opposite wall. There's no lockers here, but he connects with the wall and drops into a heap on his side, stunned for a moment before he forces himself back to his feet, his weight on the handle of the trident for balance. How is he supposed to stay out of those, he wonders desperately, when they're lining practically eighty percent of the walls of this corridor?
As he's getting up, a rat takes the opportunity to bite down on his leg, around his calf. Pain in this leg isn't unfamiliar, but it's enough to give him pause. The trident is taller than he is -- it takes him a moment to get it swung around in the direction he needs it to destroy the monster, which just gives it more time to deal more damage.]
3 - battle but different [There are people he needs to find. His pantleg where the rat bit him is a torn in the places its teeth made contact, and there's blood soaked into it, drying fairly quickly. He's healed himself once, just enough to keep the wounds from bleeding more, but his gait is a little slower than it might be. It's a detriment -- he keeps having to stop and fight. Monsters like this -- they're fragile, and they can be hurt and killed without too much damage, but there are simply so many of them that it's more difficult than it might seem. Sakuma keeps moving, though from the way he keeps having to stop, it looks like he could probably use some assistance.]
4 - anything else
[ooc: i've got a planning post comment here and you can hit me up on discord at tsukasa#7489 if you want to talk more in depth!! i'll match format, so tag me however you like.]
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["Get to the school!" "You guys better be prepared..." Kidou's voice. Luci's. Sakuma doesn't have to be told twice.
He packs minimally -- his weapons both take both of his hands, and while he's used to having to work with only his feet in soccer, in a fight it's a little different -- so what he ends up bringing is all things that can fit in his pockets and in a tiny backpack fitted in such a way it won't move when he's fighting. Anyone who knows what his phone looks like will note that he's swapped the case out -- this one clips into the lanyard he carries his apartment key on, strung around his neck. Next to the key and his phone is one of those sheep, its crossed swords stark against its wool -- but his is a little weird, sporting an eyepatch that matches his own, and wool that's a little more silver than plain white. Besides that, he brings almost nothing. Two bottles of water. A knife from the kitchen, wrapped in a cloth and taped shut (it's his experience that whenever you need a cutting tool, there isn't one handy, and his trident won't do). The tiny, pocket-sized notebook he'd been carrying at the solstice festival, and a pen to go with it. Anything less vital stays home.
He leaves without saying anything to his brother -- just leaves a quickly scrawled note that he's going to a friend's overnight. It's easier than trying to sneak out -- this way, he won't be looked for. He's sure he can ask Asher or Kidou to back him up, if there were any questions. Sakuma's apartment is within walking distance of Green Valley, so anyone who happens to be also on foot might see him hurrying along -- he's not running, but his stride is one of a boy who knows where he's going.]
2 - battle
[The school changes.
As soon as the lights cut, Sakuma's trident is in his hands. The area around them starts to warp, and he can't help but watch the windows change, the fog pour in from somewhere he can't identify. And then the rats arrive. For him, the creatures are a little more than half his height, and he engages a few at a time -- some of them turn to face him, but most of them head straight past him. He doesn't realize why, and he won't until he sees them actually go after a Navigator, but the ones he attacks pay enough attention to him that he has to stop wondering about it until he can find a lull in the fighting.
Sakuma does his best, but he's only one teenager, and a moment of attention spread too thin finds him cornered by too many rat-things, forced to back up and directly into the waiting mouth of a locker. It pulls him through, and there's pain -- and then he's thrown out of a portrait's frame and hits the opposite wall. There's no lockers here, but he connects with the wall and drops into a heap on his side, stunned for a moment before he forces himself back to his feet, his weight on the handle of the trident for balance. How is he supposed to stay out of those, he wonders desperately, when they're lining practically eighty percent of the walls of this corridor?
As he's getting up, a rat takes the opportunity to bite down on his leg, around his calf. Pain in this leg isn't unfamiliar, but it's enough to give him pause. The trident is taller than he is -- it takes him a moment to get it swung around in the direction he needs it to destroy the monster, which just gives it more time to deal more damage.]
3 - battle but different
[There are people he needs to find. His pantleg where the rat bit him is a torn in the places its teeth made contact, and there's blood soaked into it, drying fairly quickly. He's healed himself once, just enough to keep the wounds from bleeding more, but his gait is a little slower than it might be. It's a detriment -- he keeps having to stop and fight. Monsters like this -- they're fragile, and they can be hurt and killed without too much damage, but there are simply so many of them that it's more difficult than it might seem. Sakuma keeps moving, though from the way he keeps having to stop, it looks like he could probably use some assistance.]
4 - anything else
[ooc: i've got a planning post comment here and you can hit me up on discord at tsukasa#7489 if you want to talk more in depth!! i'll match format, so tag me however you like.]