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tensō clings to existence as sisyphus clings to his boulder, if implicit puppetry at the hands of all for one meant he had some kind of freewill. it no longer is a choice, cause suffering or suffer. tensō isn’t strong enough to choose the latter, it’s not long after his creation before he complies under the threat of persecution. handed a purpose and told to act or reap the consequences. the first time was the hardest, but it gets easier each time he has to do it, although tensō finds it depends on the victim. the grotesque don’t compare to the mundane and innocent.
twice praises him and scolds him in the same breath, erratically chiding away next to tensō, hands fidgeting in the pockets of his zipped hoodie, sidled against the alley wall as bubaigawara does the heavy work. taunting their victim while holding him against the adjacent wall, mocking him for being afraid and then complimenting his tenacity. tensō’s prodded at to keep hold while twice is the one who keeps breaking the trance. “ keep still and shut up, ” he commands the duplicating villain who freezes under his control after trusting him enough to respond to his every question. his victim is trapped in the iron grip of his frozen clones. maybe tensō can actually ask his questions now. in the commotion, he’s unaware of the witness approaching until he’s finally silenced his shitty partner.
what are you suppose to do when you see a suspicious pair of people skulking through the shadows ? a normal person might look the other direction or the call the cops. a newly licensed hero trying to prove himself sees the only option to intervene. if he were wiser , he would’ve called an actual pro to the scene. i’d just look like a coward , he thinks to himself as he stalks from the shadows. there isn’t much to it until he notices what appears to be a civilian. maybe it isn’t , could be a lowly thug or another villain of some sort. what he does know is that one of them is from the league and that influences him towards intervening. a hand reaches back into his bag and draws the staff , clicking it open to full mast as he bursts himself out from his hiding. there wasn’t any thought in it. he saw what the hooded one could do , but here he is ... making a show of himself.
“ what’re you doing ? let them go ! ” he starts with a lowering of his voice ; his shoddy attempt at making himself more intimidating. hands wield the staff in front of him with trained poise as eyes dart from the numerous unmoving half-toned villains and the one he can’t recognize. “ don’t you know making a racket makes it easier to get caught ? ”
