sirenspull_logs | when I was a child running in the night

Who: Warsman (

mouthbreathing) and YOU
When: At night from the 27th to the 30th
Where: Out and around the city
Summary: Warsman is out on one of his nightly patrols. Things happen.
Warnings: Violence.

[It’s turning into a regular routine now: during the day he works and trains in whatever free time he has, and come the evening, if he’s not scheduled for an appearance at the Knot-A Fight Club, Warsman readies his bear claws to head out under cloudy night skies. There may not be much he can do on a larger scale- the Darkness is a hydra of danger, and for every monster he slays it feels as though three more spring up the very next night- but every person he catches just in time makes it worth it. And who else is going to help them in this part of the city- the homeless, the poor, the people with no other choice? He’s gotten so used to the white noise of indifference around here that the rare wail of a police siren or ambulance comes as a decided shock.

It’s the little things, though. He’s doing what he can, even casting his net a little wider some nights and getting to know the rest of the city around him. It's not so quiet beyond his usual sectors and there are usually more people around, but it still pays off on occasion if he catches a straggler or two abandoned to the elements.

Leftover rain spots his poncho from higher ledges as he scales an apartment block, bracing his feet on broken guttering and greasy window catches. Higher ground may make him more obvious, and it may be so dark that he won’t be able to see further than a block or so, but any precaution is a precaution worth taking out here. Warsman heaves himself up onto the rooftop and surveys the area with dimly glowing eyes.]

[ooc: I'm up for just about any scenario! Rescuing someone, being rescued, working together, getting into a fight, etc... just start a scene or drop a suggestion and I'm good. I also don't mind starting things off!]

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[Warsman listens, nodding. It's a familiar story, and not just in terms of the people he's encountered out here before- he's had to make an uncomfortably large number of tactical retreats himself over the months when the opposition became too large or too numerous. He's learning which fights to pick and which to avoid, but it's often impossible to call until it's almost too late out here.]

Don't be too hard on yourself. You made the right call- besides, you're still in one piece, and that's nothing to look down on for your first night out. [Now that they're both relaxing he can afford to get a better look at who it is he's talking to: he's just as small and slender as he looked at a glance, with dark hair and eyes that seem to gave a green tint in the light. Far too young to be wandering around at night, in his opinion, but still.] ... it's Warsman, by the way. Since you asked earlier.

[Teito stood up and, now quite a bit soaked thanks to his fall to the ground. He didn't seem particularly bothered by it though as he looked up at Warsman.]

Nice to meet you. I'm Teito Klein.

[He looked back down the alley briefly before up at Warsman again.] I thought I could handle them..maybe help someone who shouldn't be out at night. They weren't that strong but there was a lot of them. Why do they come out at night?

You too.

[Teito might not be worried about it, but it bothers Warsman a little. It could be a lot colder, true, but being damp and wet out here is not a combination he'd wish on anyone. His own shorts and poncho may not seem to do much in the way of keeping in warmth, but his choujin body is far better at regulating heat than a human's- which he is, admittedly, assuming Teito is.

Which, naturally, means trying to get him inside as soon as possible.

He gives a little sigh.] I've been doing just that on a regular basis for months now and I couldn't possibly answer that for you. All I know is that it's dangerous out here. [He pauses.] Where are you going now?

I guess I'll have to make my way back home, except..[Teito looks around at the area he is in. He had just started running so he isn't particularly sure where he ended up and he is still pretty new to this world.]

I'm not sure exactly where home is though. But I need to get back before my guardian gets worried..

[It's a familiar story- but Warsman can't say he's quite tired of hearing it. What sort of a person would he be if he just swooped in, helped people and then just abandoned them in precisely the same situation?]

I don't mind taking you back. I know the city fairly well by now.

Well..I'm not that far from that place where we arrive. If I can get back to that I should be able to find my way home.

That shouldn't be a problem- the baseball diamond's not too far from here. Just follow my lead. [He makes for the direction he came from, glancing back at Teito; he wants to make sure the boy's always in sight.]

[Teito follows along, keeping his eyes up and looking at the buildings around them as they walk. He wants to make sure if he finds himself in this area again that he can find his way home. It wouldn't do him much good to keep getting lost. Not to mention Frau would tease him about it.]

[Teito's alert, which is good; it means that, on edge though he is, he doesn't have to have eyes in the back of his head. Still, that reminds him- he didn't ask about that circle of symbols the boy threw out earlier.]

When we ran into each other, by the way... what was that you did? [He keeps his voice low and quiet, a soft, robotic in the chittering darkness.]

Oh..that was zaiphon. It's my power. I was going to attack you if you did anything. Sorry..[Teito mumbles his apology. He's usually the shoot first, ask questions later kind of person but luckily he didn't just try and kill Warsman as soon as he saw him.]

"Zaiphon"...? [He repeats it carefully, head cocked to one side.] I've never heard of it before, though I'd sort of gathered that it was an attack of some sort. But there's no need to apologise. It's a fair reaction to have out in the Darkness.

Zaiphon is basically power formed through using words and emotions. The black letters that were around me were part of our home language.

I see... [He thinks he does, at any rate.] I didn't recognise them at all- the letters, that is. You're not from a world like this one, are you?

No..not really. I mean, some of the cities might look like this one but there are a lot of differences. Particularly the monsters..

[He gives a quiet, barely-there laugh- he's heard that a lot.] The monsters where I'm from are usually either aliens or a lot bigger than this. They're not like the ones they have here. [His head is still to one side.] Does where you're from have a name?

Well..my kingdom was called Raggs. The church was in Barsburg though.

"Church"? [It's obviously an important location for the boy.] Are you a priest of some sort?

I'm training to be a bishop on my world.

A bishop? [That earns a double take for sure; Warsman looks uncertainly down at the boy.] Do... all holy men use magic in your universe?

Not all of them but most of them do. Zaiphon training is part of becoming a bishop. It's used to help protect people from monsters known as Kor that try and take their souls.

[Soul-stealing demons. Right. He can see how that might require a little more than a bible, or whatever the equivalent is in Teito's world.]

So bishops are a little more active than they are in this world...? It sounds like a noble pursuit.

Yeah..I guess they are. Noble..[Teito wonders if his quest is really that noble. Yes, he is trying to save the world from being hurt by Velorian and Ayanami any more then is already has been but..it also is a personal quest.]

I guess it is. People being protected is the most important thing.

when I was a child running in the night

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