Welcome Back (G) (Saga) Jun 23, 2020 15:21:16 GMT -4
Post by Teruko Serizawa on Jun 23, 2020 15:21:16 GMT -4
THE BRAWL AMIDST THE WAREHOUSES had left the reptilian kaiju absolutely exhausted. Sure, she was as tough as nails and practically a work-horse, but her stamina… well… let’s just say, you wouldn’t exactly be spry if you weighed as much as Teruko did. It took energy to fight that long.
The battle in the glaring sun had left Teruko overcooked and stiff. Being reptilian, she didn’t sweat as others did, so heat exhaustion was a very real concern. She would need to find some dense shade, cool pavement, or a watery channel in order to cool her body down and avoid passing-out. Panting from exhaustion, the massive woman began to survey her map of the immediate area. She wanted to get out of there before authorities made an appearance.
It was then that the man in-charge—a spry, white-haired gentleman with an oddly-familiar face—invited Teruko to lay low in their “base” while things blew-over. She could have a cool drink, and could rest a bit, until the authorities cleared. It was the least that they could do, after she’d gone through the trouble of helping them.
Teruko was ushered into the warehouse, where she found a cool patch of concrete and splayed herself out, resting her chin upon her folded arms. Near her, a tall glass of soda, where ice cubes were steadily melting.
She watched as the other combatants tended to their own wounds, got drinks, flopped onto couches to get some rest. Her golden eyes followed one, teal-haired youth in particular. Akiva. He seemed to be avoiding her. Maybe he was embarrassed that he, too, had been revealed to be a quirker? That he, too, had been caught-up in this mess? Honestly, non-mutants could be so touchy about this shit. She’d leave him be, despite how much she wanted to talk to Akiva. He was already shaken-up enough as it is.
Teruko instead passed her time by turning the white-haired man’s identity over in her mind—why did she recognize him? Was he a customer? Or perhaps he was someone she’d given a rough time in Tokyo-proper?
Lazy, golden eyes slid open once again as footsteps drew nearer. She watched the white-haired man, rising into a half-propped-up position to take a swig of her drink. And then, it dawned-on her.
“You’re Hanako-san’s husband,” Teruko realized, before taking a sip from her drink.
Teruko set her drink back down, and eased back onto the floor, “I own the bakery across the street from you.”
She looked rather like an island, her spines protruding like crags along the back of her neck, and her tail. The ones that usually protruded from her back had been painstakingly cauterized so that she could, at the very least, wear clothes. The woman sighed, dust clouds roiling near her nostrils.
“Does she know you’re out here brawling with villains?” the reptilian woman inquired, without opening her eyes.
quirk: e-rank durability, strength, range; f-rank wealth, culinary arts