(OPEN) All Dressed up and Nowhere to Go

[oyaji]

Characters: Wild Tiger oyaji, Barnaby Brooks Jr. baniichan, and YOU!
Date: 10/26
Location: Around the Wood Sector
Situation: Still dressed in his Hero suit, Wild Tiger acclimates to his new life on the back of a turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Goofiness?

A;
Most of the Kedan are giving Wild Tiger a wide berth as they pass him to go about their day. It's no surprise since he sorely sticks out of place in his white and neon green armor sporting logos for a Japanese cellphone company and a convenience store chain. He's found himself slumped over a richly carved bench that's set underneath the shade of a great tree. It's a pleasant enough place to switch between childish excitement and an existential breakdown right in front of everyone.

B;
There's a really excited forty year old Japanese man in a Hero suit practically running circles around one of the tree houses in the Sector. Apparently it's his and he can't be more thrilled! Obviously, because he's squawking about it to every Joe Blow who mistakenly walks by. Sorry neighbors, you're stuck with this oaf.

C;
Phase One: Find Partner is complete. Phase Two: Figure out what in the flying fuck to do about it. Well, that's seems normal enough, but together they are quite the spectacle. One looks like some seasonal Iron Man and the other is just a green and white nightmare. They are beginning to stop traffic in the Wood Sector as Kedan start to rubberneck in droves around them. Come watch the sideshow act!

((ooc: With C, your character can play with both Barnaby and Kotetsu in one thread. ))

Comments

[oyaji]

Wild Tiger, thankfully, doesn't freak out, but he does squint in the voice's general direction as if that would somehow bring him into focus.

"So you're invisible? Huh." He leans closer, his expression warring between suspicion and acceptance. If he is really here, then that means he's probably a NEXT. Maybe a fledgling who just discovered his powers and didn't know how to control them properly. Man, that would really suck to get stuck invisible.

"You stuck like that or something?"

[wintershepherd]

"Not... exactly. Kind of," Jack replied. "I'm invisible to some people but not to others. Are there stories of spirits where you're from?"

[oyaji]

"Uh, of course! I'm Japanese, we have more spirits than we know what to do with!" His whole childhood was steeped in the mystical whether they were simply ancestors or true supernatural creatures. No one else held a candle to Japanese horror stories either. Those things would make anyone believe in monsters, child or adult.

"Wait, are you saying yer a spirit?" Really? Pulling back, the Hero crossed his arms over his chest. "What kind of spirit?"

[wintershepherd]

"That's for sure," Jack answered with a bright laugh. "There's a lot of spirits that call Japan home! Like Yuki-Onna and Hanasaka Jiisan, those are the two I deal with the most. And I'm the Spirit of Winter."

[oyaji]

"'The' Spirit of Winter? Not 'A'? Wha--How does that work?" It's not even a question of what would possess a disembodied voice to claim to be a seasonal spirit. No, what gets under Tiger's skin is that fact that he's claiming there's just one that encompasses all of winter. It's a pretty bold statement to make!

[wintershepherd]

"The one with the title," Jack says, somehow turning the phrase into something wry rather than boastful. Like it had been pressed upon him without his permission or consent -- which wasn't actually that far from the truth.

"You're pretty chill with it!" he added playfully, thinking Kotetsu might appreciate the pun.

[oyaji]

"Yyyeah, I'm pretty familiar with--" Oh. Ohhh, he so just got it! "Oooohhh! That was a good one!" he crooned, pointing in the direction of the voice. "Bet you been waiting awhile to use that gem!" Ah yeah, that totally made his day.

"So, you're the Spirit of Winter... But I can't see you..." This kind of put a damper on them hanging out. "Can you--I dunno--make it snow or... something?"

[wintershepherd]

It was really novel to have a new arrival be so open to the idea and when Kotetsu laughed at the terribad pun, it pretty much sealed it for Jack: he liked this guy.

"Sure I can," he replied and with a whirl of his staff, kicked up a small cloud of flurries to whirl about the Hero.

[oyaji]

"Whooa!" Startled, he took a step back, but soon enough his easy grin came right back as the flurry of flakes began to dust his Hero suit. "How cool!" It's a sight to behold as the snow forms from seemingly nowhere above him. And just like a child, he can't help but raise his gloved hands and touch it for himself.

"So you can seriously cover entire cities in snow? How many at once? Can you do a whole country?" When he turned back to the voice, a young boy stood right in front of him.

"Ahh--! What the--? Who--?"

[wintershepherd]

"Wow," Jack said eloquently. "That's... a pretty fast track for believing, for an adult. Good job, guy."

[oyaji]

"Eh? Really?" He supposed that wasn't much of a surprise. Although, did that mean he was just gullible? Well, he couldn't be gullible if it was actually the truth! Okay, so did that mean he was too trusting? Maybe, but he was a Hero! He was supposed to believe in the good of all civilians! Okay, Tiger would just take that as a compliment and stopped trying to find criticism in it.

"You're really the spirit of winter? You look kinda... young." Scrutinizing the kid's appearance, another thought occurred as he reeled back to a safe distance. "Wait, you're not one of those Japanese ghosts are you? They look all young and pretty, but then they turn into grudgey screaming banshees and are all 'Raaagh!' and then kill you! Like, like some kinda frozen kid who freezes other people to make himself friends! Is that what you are?!"

[wintershepherd]

If Jack could only hear Kotetsu's thought process, he would never lack for entertainment ever again. As it was, just watching the play of expressions across the man's face is delightful enough-- at least until he gets to the part about killing people to make himself friends. The spirit gives him such a wounded, horrified expression that he doesn't even need to verbally answer.