Gen is there with Ciro, Asher, and the family Asher's brought along. He's got a knife stuck in his belt, and a bottle of homemade pepper spray in his pocket. He looks wary, but everyone here's been through the same thing, right? There's no other reason for them to be here.
Still, he searches the crowd for anyone else he recognizes. It's hard to tell from the app, after all.
II
The memories come flooding back. They pour into his head, and they
don't
stop.
But as the group finds itself surrounded, as he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, as everything starts going even further to hell, he reaches into himself and pulls. There's a light, and his clothes shift, becoming more anachronistic and yet...
And yet the material is familiar, even if the style isn't. There's no time for fashion right now, because he feels the weight of his weapon in his hand as the great winged wolf appears near him. He can feel the power coursing through him.
And he sees the monsters - like Ganma but so much different - and lifts his weapon to fire, taking down any that look like they're getting too close to someone.
There's no time for thinking. He has to fight. He has to survive. He has people he wants to go see, and work he has to do.
no subject
Gen is there with Ciro, Asher, and the family Asher's brought along. He's got a knife stuck in his belt, and a bottle of homemade pepper spray in his pocket. He looks wary, but everyone here's been through the same thing, right? There's no other reason for them to be here.
Still, he searches the crowd for anyone else he recognizes. It's hard to tell from the app, after all.
II
The memories come flooding back. They pour into his head, and they
don't
stop.
But as the group finds itself surrounded, as he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, as everything starts going even further to hell, he reaches into himself and pulls. There's a light, and his clothes shift, becoming more anachronistic and yet...
And yet the material is familiar, even if the style isn't. There's no time for fashion right now, because he feels the weight of his weapon in his hand as the great winged wolf appears near him. He can feel the power coursing through him.
And he sees the monsters - like Ganma but so much different - and lifts his weapon to fire, taking down any that look like they're getting too close to someone.
There's no time for thinking. He has to fight. He has to survive. He has people he wants to go see, and work he has to do.