Guardian | wataru
Returning to District Alpha that evening was a little more eventful than usual. Hajime hadn’t had long to get used to this new living area, but so far the most excitement had been seeing a Pariah shuffle by in silence. Noise carried through the narrow corridors today, leading him warily from the lit tube marking the entrance toward whatever was causing the din. It didn’t take long, even at a cautious speed.
Peering around the end of one hallway, he found several figures spaced out in the next. He recognized the disjointed creatures as a handful of the Pariah, now lurching viciously in the direction of someone else. The more human mannerisms of their target placed them as something different, and from appearance they were a rider he hadn’t seen before. Closer to him were a pair of kids, one boy kneeling beside another sitting on the ground.
With little at his disposal to assist the rider, he focused on the children. Gesturing in their direction caught the eye of the kneeling boy. “Come this way,” he said just loudly enough for them to hear. As they scrambled out of danger, he saw that his suspicion was correct: the sitting boy was holding a wounded arm.
Hajime ushered the two safely behind him. After one more glance back at the fight, he turned to them and knelt down. “Don’t worry. We’ll protect you,” he told the boys quickly, trying his best to reassure the one already crying. His gut feeling was that even if the rider technically wasn’t working with him, they were working toward the same goal.
@lordkiva
[ ✥ ]—— The first thing Wataru thought of doing once he was sure every ounce of his powers returned was that he could finally use them in full against threats to innocents.
Despite the city being a mess of moral clashing that bursts everyday out of a sparkle, there are still harmless people lingering about who don’t deserve to get caught in the crossfire. And being able to work on his own without having to request the help of other riders is something he’s content of. Not that he doesn’t like fighting by an ally’s side, quite the contrary, but the fact he’s now powerful enough to defend others on his own is source of personal satisfaction.
He has stumbled on District Alpha for a patrol, having found himself unable to sleep due to the recent events that flipped the Hive upside down once again. Being in this place awakens bitter memories of the time he was forced to live inside those uncomfortable huts, and almost got killed by one of the monsters inhabiting the area. Now that Tatsulot reappeared and he can effortlessly take the Emperor armor, Wataru is more confident in his ability to defeat the creature should something unfortunate occur before his eyes.
He’s not so glad that his worries have taken form as he spots a pair of kids in the midst of escaping a small Pariah group. Kivat is already on his hand a split second later, Tatsulot occuping his wrist. Shortly afterwards, in his shiny gold armor and bloody red cape, he’s standing between the kids and the monsters, blocking the way while assuming his usual pose, both arms stretched and legs bent in a feral position that promises a world of hurt for those who dare advance.
Another presence perks his senses, but hearing the stranger male voice beckon the kids to safety fills Wataru with relief. There’s less risk factor for when he’s urged to go all out.
“Yo, are we finishing them all in one slash?” Kivat asks.
“We’ll try that,” Wataru responds, after which the Zanvat sword appears in his hand. Hand-to-hand combat with a bunch of tough opponents within such a limited area doesn’t promise a neat victory. But the crimson light of his blade might do an even faster job.
The Pariah are tougher than expected, but he still comes out of the battle unscathed, with his opponents fallen on the ground around him. A dent bearing his vampiric symbol carves one of the walls as he has finished off the last pair of Pariah with a single Wake Up Fever kick. Tired but not overly exhausted, Wataru lowers his sword and basks in the silence that’s following the carnage.
Only a couple minutes later he’s reminded of the kids he has defended, and walks in the direction of the humans who were fortunately safe. A man he hasn’t seen before the battle is standing there, and Wataru easily identifies him as the one who pulled the kids away from danger.
“Thank you for the assistance. Is anybody hurt?” He glances over at the crying boy with a glaring wound spreading over his arm. “Ah... we’ve got to take him to the nearest hospital.”
