srwug_alpha_rp | Corinth Field Trip Day

1. [Corinth]

It wasn't so bad here in Corinth, the weather perfect and the people amicable. Tsukasa was hard at work taking pictures while at the same time holding onto a shopping bag with small miscellaneous items. The big stuff he had already put an order in with the government of this place and they'd send it over later.

For now, Tsukasa was taking pictures of the whole place, photographing everything from the sky to the people within.

2. [Corinth Again]

Grinders everywhere. So this was how life was in this city. The attacks were like clockwork. And as such, Tsukasa dodged and weaved, kicking out at a Grinder before grabbing a roll of bubblewrap and winding a couple of them up. Wish Mio had given him back his Driver. But he was still technically on sick leave.

3. [After the Grinders]

Tsukasa was back on board, looking a little worn for wear but alive. And he was dusting himself off as he decided to go look for that new Rider (provided he hadn't met him in prompt 1 or 2) and he was searching around for a place to put his new stash of coffee.

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"I can imagine that's a hard sell," remarked Tsukasa, ducking another and disarming it, only to shoot it in the face with both guns. "Considering you'd have to go out of the dome repeatedly."

"Yeah," Scott answered. "Between leaving us open for more attacks and letting in the radiation? The Colonel prefers we just keep defending ourselves, wait for Venjix to exhaust his resources."

With the Grinders ahead of him destroyed, he disarmed the one he'd grabbed and kicked it away with a high side-kick.

"That does sound like a reasonable situation." Tsukasa twirled both and played a rapid-fire drum solo on three heads before shooting them in the face.

"Yeah, but it means we've got to wait years until then. In the meantime, people are hurting, dying, and Venjix is beating our technology. We're not going to be able to hold out."

A few Grinders had backed Scott against a forklift, but he managed to pull himself onto the lift, kicking back the Grinders.

"Well it's good we came along then. I'm sure the Chalice'll help out any way they can."

Throwing one over his shoulder, Tsukasa was kicked forward as he tucked into a roll, coming up and firing one of the Grinder's guns he still carried.

Scott swung off the forklift, landing right on top of another Grinder and body-slamming another. It left an ache in his shoulder, but he shook it off easily.

"Armed warship bringing death from above? Oh yeah. Venjix'll never see it coming."

"Seems about per standard," chuckled Tsukasa, kicking a few enemies in the face and chucking one of the guns so hard it went through an optic.

"And when that's done, we can start rebuilding," Scott answered. "Maybe even get things cleaned up enough outside to start moving out of the dome."

"It's a nice thought isn't it? Being able to move outside the dome." Tsukasa picked off two further opponents.

"You have no idea. The last time I was outside the dome, it was when we fought off Venjix for the last time before sealing off the city." Scott hit a couple of Grinders a little harder than before, caught in bad memories. "My brother's plane was shot down that day. He didn't make it."

Tsukasa slammed a fist into the last of the grinders. "Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, well, time heals all wounds, they say," Scott answered. "I was the only one from my squad who made it back that day, and even then, it was close. My dad and I haven't been on the best terms since, so I guess you can say that Summer and Flynn have been family. And Doc K too, I guess, if you consider a computer screen freaking out whenever you mention spandex a part of the family."

"Was wondering about the spandex thing," remarked Tsukasa. "With Rider suits its made out of something else."

"Oh, do not let Dr. K hear you say that," Scott said. "The suits are made of some 'self-assembling nanofiber' or something. Created the tech at some thinktank called Alphabet Soup, possibly from stolen or salvaged technology, from the looks of it."

"Well that makes a lot of sense I suppose," remarked Tsukasa. "Better than it's just spandex."

"Oh, you are really testing your luck, aren't you?" Scott noticed. "Just try saying that to Dr. K. You'll wind up with a fridge cannon."

"I'll worry about that when... Fridge Cannon?" Dumbfounded Tsukasa is dumbfounded.

"Fridge Cannon." Scott's grin was downright evil. "When it's late, and you're reaching in the back of the fridge for the Mr. Marshmallows that someone always makes sure to stock, the next thing you know, you're staring into the business end of a laser cannon that should not fit in there."

"If only I had one of those for my own fridge. It would keep the moochers away from my stuff." Tsukasa chuckled at that.

"It's also Dr. K's way of springing a training session on Dillon, since he won't show up to them on his own," Scott added.

"Okay I need one of those, if only to keep half-boiled on his toes," snickered Tsukasa.

Scott laughed. "Sounds like you got either a Dillon or a Ziggy--tough, brooding bad boy, or a clumsy fail-machine?"

"He tries to be a manly man, but he fails miserably," laughed Tsukasa, clearly enjoying this turn of events.

"Probably closer to Hicks," Scott reasoned. "Corporal Hicks, part of the Colonel's detail. Don't tell them I told you that, though."

"My lips are sealed. But if you see a detective trying to act cool, call him half-boiled and see how he reacts."

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