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anyone want to do a quest with a wolfborg? send a like and i’ll slide into your dms for some plots! going to cap this at two, as usual. if we already have a thread, feel free to like anyway if you’re interested. genos will definitely be taking the most dangerous/high rewarding quests and possibly come out completely decimated.

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thisbytchfastyeet‌:

Sonic pokes his head outside briefly, ears perked up right listening for abnormal rustling sounds and narrowed slits dart back and forth surveying the skyline for any unwanted guests. Once he deemed the trees void of invaders he recedes back inside and shuts the door. ❝ You weren’t followed, were you? You’d have to be a complete moron not to notice. ❞ Are insults are spewed out of retaliation. Sonic knows his liar is a dump but its only temporary until he can find one better and more inconspicuous. 

❝ Tch. ❞ But then he lets his annoyance get the better of him. ❝ If you don’t like it leave. No one is forcing you to stay here! ❞ Trudging pass Genos he purposely bumps his shoulder into the metallic plated one in a silent gesture telling him to move. Hopping up on the rickety mantle above the fireplace Sonics sits, feet dangling and tail swishing in erratic movements.  

❝ Don’t play dumb you know what business we have. About before.. you know. What was that back there? ❞   

“i’m sure i wasn’t followed.” the paranoia is borderline insulting, but he answers without any chilly attitude. it’s a routine between them now, part of how they always act.

he doesn’t leave, of course, instead he continues to stand there with a deadpan expression. he rolls his eyes, but despite the cold expression, he is impressed by sonic’s consistency. again, there’s a level of endearment that genos doesn’t understand.

genos stares when sonic asked about what happened before. the only thing he imagines the ninja can be asking about is the text message he sent. his deadpan expression changes, instead… he looks dumbfounded. “is it strange to checkup on a friend?” he asks, knowing very well the answer is ‘no’.

“i was concerned about your safety, that’s all.”

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terribletornado‌:

Tatsumaki had been resting on a branch, higher up than Genos could likely reach. Rather than come into town and resting at taverns or inns, Tatsumaki had found herself content to camp out in the forests of Airaisal. Strange, she noted, as she had never been one for such activity. Yet, the forests left her quite comfortable…

… and, being bothered within them did not.

Other people could be so rude, and she had no tolerance for such behavior. No matter who or where it came from, Tatsumaki would not allow it in her presence. That is to say, she wouldn’t allow it in the forests’ presence, either.

So now, when a familiar hero approaches her, she regards him with a wary eye from her perch.

“I’m merely protecting this area. Those people should be thanking me.”

“Intruders can use forests to cause a lot of trouble if they’re smart enough. I’m just getting rid of those nuisances when I see them.”

That, and anyone else that might get in the way, too. Her powers hardly discriminated.

he looks up at the hero, expression as deadpanned as he can make it. what the other considered protecting is different from genos. not one to care about buildings or furniture that gets in his way of defeating an enemy, he does care about the people whom he’s meant to be helping. but, experience with the esper shows that she does not care as much about the people, especially fellow heroes – it’s on their own to get away from the damage.

“scaring and nearly hurting the civilians is hardly protecting them, is it?” he retorts, “why would they thank you after they had to run away from your ‘protection’?”

but she does make a good point about the forest that surrounded the kingdom they now fight for. the forest is the first entry point and, unsurprisingly in a state of war, there are people constantly entering.

“i take it this means you’re also working for this kingdom as a soldier.” he stares into the distance to the buildings of the kingdom where his allegiance lay.  although he did not hesitate to follow orders, he does have a question.

“have you figured out why we’re fighting, tatsumaki?” genos asks, glancing up at the hero, wondering if she has discovered anything. “have you discovered why we’re even like this?”

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thisbytchfastyeet‌:

Several minutes fly by far exceeding the ten he’d been promised genos was late by a few seconds but when you’re name is Speed O Sound Sonic time and efficiency means everything! The soft fur around his tail puffs up without him meaning to as a result from the clamorous banging at ‘his’ door. 

❝ Piss off you’re late scrap metal! ❞ Sonic hisses as he nearly rips the rotted door from off its hinges,  ❝ Don’t talk to me about speed when I’ve been kept waiting. ❞ For only a few seconds. ❝ Hurry up and get in. I have business with you. ❞

genos deadpans, his expression almost unreadable except for that flicker of annoyance. he rolls his eyes and checks the time -- he is late, but by mere seconds. the ninja is being petty, throwing insults that are undeserved, but at this point... it’s part of their friendship. he finds it... endearing.

he doesn’t respond and he lets the ninja have his victory, even if it’s worthless. genos enters the rotten, broken lair sonic claims as his own. after one scan, much like the last time he came, he says, “why do you continue to live in this garbage dump?” he asks, looking at the "home” owner. “can’t you find a better lair?” 

genos folds his arms and tilts his head, then asks, “what business do you have with me?” 

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“tatsumaki, tornado of terror.” 

genos sits on the branch of a tree, looking at the fellow hero who seems unchanged by sudden occurrence. he had been wandering through his new kingdom, the one now named airaisal. after hearing rumors from some of the civilians nearby this neighborhood about a threat that has been causing some trouble for them, he came here, looking for more information, wondering if this is some enemy force that has been tasked to cause trouble. 

instead, he is now nearby the annoying hero, though (thankfully), far enough to avoid the brunt of her ire.

“what are you doing here?” he asks, tail waving idly subconsciously. his gaze is focused on her, his mind running as he thinks about what he has heard and now what he has found. quickly, the puzzle pieces come together and he comes to a conclusion that he doesn’t hesitate to say. without waiting for her answer, he asks,

“have you been disturbing the civilians of our own kingdom?”

after all, how many tiny, green haired, loud mouthed brats exists?

                                             — what do you want, @terribletornado !

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“the outskirts of this kingdom is dangerous.” 

from the shade of the trees, he warns the lady moving around. he had decided to scout out the people now considered his enemies, narrowly evading pursuit from some of the guards. they had magic on their side and other races each with their own unique abilities. he had been close to receiving a wound, but the enhanced agility that came with this transformation afforded him extra speed that he had lost since coming here.

“they will attack without warning, even if you pretend to be human.” 

the wolfish tail behind him waves lazily, those ears twitch as they listen for anyone who might be sneaking up on them. he doesn’t know if the cat lady in front of him could take care of herself, but he doesn’t care either. his whole goal is to protect the kingdom and the innocents in there. he tilts his head and watches the lady with those yellow eyes.

“i don’t know if you can take care of yourself, but consider this a passing warning.”

                                              — watch yourself, @sudxhua !

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after mistakenly traveling to another kingdom and being caught by a guard, genos darts through the forest with a wound by his stomach. there isn’t any pain, since his body is still made from mostly metal, but his sensors are firing with warnings that he should find a place to repair himself. he darts between the branches and the trees, finally finding himself at an open plain. he slows down by the plains, taking a moment to regain his energy. he lifts up the shirt to reveal the metallic underbelly. circuits sparked and crackled, indicating need for repair or heals. 

but, with such a strange world without technology, who would be able to heal this? he curses to himself, “i shouldn’t have let my guard down...” he lets his shirt down and then looks up at the shining sun. with the newfound wolfish addition to his body, he finds himself... comfortable. relaxed and unhurried, he sits down in the grass and watches the trees dance to the wind.

his ears twitch and he turns his head towards the direction of someone shifting nearby. nose picks up a scent (that’s strangely tantalizing). his guard returns and he tenses, immediately pulling himself onto his feet, knees bent and prepared to run or fight. 

“is someone there?”

                                               — show yourself, @yumeiroandromeda !

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thisbytchfastyeet‌:

[txt] If you know what’s good for you, you’ll meet with me. Or else!

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[txt] give me ten minutes

and without any further question, genos darts through the forest, looking for the log cabin he has been shown once.

when he arrives, he stops in front of the door and knocks. “hey, open up!” he shouts, knocking again, “i thought you were faster than this, sonic.”

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alright and here we go! we have a loyal barking wolfdog genos who is going to die for the country he doesn’t even understand. you can find genos’s event information here!

this is an event starter call that’s capped at two but castmates are exempt from this! give this a like and i’ll send a starter your way!

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species: beastkin, wolf hybrid

affiliation: cotes/kingdom of airaisal

job: during the duration of this event, genos will be a soldier fighting for cotes. he will be loyally fighting for the sake of the kingdom, understanding that’s how to play this new survival game. do not expect any mercy if you’re an enemy npc, though he might be partial to sparing anyone who is trapped in this game like him.

appearance: i will be going off this image, but my icons will remain the same since there’s no wolf hybrid genos in the real manga. his appearance, overall, will be the same except for a few modifications. he will have grayish wolf ears on the top of his head and a large fluffy tail (which doesn’t really make sense since he’s still mostly metal).

abilities: 

canon

enhanced strength that allows him to lift a car

whatever minimum durability being made of metal provides, but none of his technological abilities

event

slightly enhanced (not superhuman) agility and speed due to his wolf nature

enhanced senses (he can smell and hear extra good)

four spells: fire, barrier, paralysis, and lightning

located: 

training, practicing, with the rest of the soldiers practicing his combat abilities

chilling in the forest by himself fielding situations

WITH HIS SENSEI OF COURSE LOYALLY BARKING AT EVERYONE

just exploring the city in general pretty much

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someone got stuck as a cyborg, but since he’s kinda human, he will be with golden! more details to follow tomorrow!

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“sensei!” 

his first thought immediately concerns his sensei, wondering if the hero is alright. if it was their world, he would be calmer, but sensei has been capped in this world, in the midst of such catastrophe.

[txt] are you okay sensei? [txt] stay away from the buildings [txt] where are you, i’ll come find you

and... because he had made a new kinship with the most... unexpected man... he hesitantly messages.

[txt] are you okay, speed o’ sound sonic?

                                             — @thisbytchfastyeet @thebaldsensei

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thisbytchfastyeet‌:

While Genos stares off into space like the dumb cyborg he is Sonic assaults another sardine, stabbing at it with his miniature plastic fork and envisioning the face of a certain eggheaded hero. Muttering the words die die die under his breath before sinking the prongs in and scooping the now torn-to-shit fish out from the oil.

❝ Do you have any idea how stupid you looked? Not like I was trying to help or anything! I just couldn’t stand to look at your mess any longer. ❞ Was the excuse he spat out. He didn’t really care one way or another how the Saitama obsessed borg fed himself. Why should he? A hero who ate like a witless child was laughable!

❝ Pffft HAHAHAHAHA!– oops. ❞ 

I let my bad habit slip again.

❝ No. ❞ Sonic grumbles, back to his weak, glaring suspicion.  ❝ They’re horrible. Awful. ❞ only partially a lie. They weren’t that bad. Sonic doesn’t want to give Genos the satisfaction that he shared something the Ninja mildly enjoyed.

a little smile, even though he’s completely dumbfounded by the situation before him. “does this mean you were staring at me?” he asks, fixing his gaze on the ninja. after that, he lets silence (and the ninja’s curses and self-monologue) fall between them. genos stabs another fish and eats, letting the fish act as an excuse as to why he’s not replying. 

although he’s almost certain the ninja is bullshitting a reply about how horrible the sardines are (he’s clearly eating them), he replies, “if you don’t like them, i’ll gladly take it back.” and so, almost playfully, he reaches for the tin. their hands briefly touch before he can grab the tin and he flinches. he withdraws his hands quickly and he turns his head away, bewilderment written all over his expression.

“i’m... sorry.” 

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skulllster‌:

—“Givin’ this shithole a lift.” Behind him, the outline of the mural was about finished. It depicted skycrapers in a bird cage, tied in a spider net. ‘We’ll break free’ was written around it.  “Be a lapdog and call the police for all I care.” He let out a snort, belittling the idea this was worth calling on the law. “Maybe they got a better sense of art than ya.“

the lapdog of isola (just kidding, that’s watchdog man, guzma) turns on his phone, actually dialing the cops since the crime is too petty for a punch to the face. 

“it’s art with permission, vandalism otherwise.” 

with his phone by his ears, dial tone ringing, he takes a look at what the man considers ‘art’ anyways. genos isn’t a fan of art, but he knows good from bad.

“the meaning behind your ‘art’ is too blatant, the words are superfluous, and overall it look tacky, even for street art. your coloring could use some work too, old man.”

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baddestdangerboy‌:

“All I hear is a whacked out can opener trynna cry its last death cry,” Badou retorts right back, wriggling a pinkie in his ear. 

After a moment, he shrugs.

“Yeah, but its on the other side of this area. You gonna make it?”

“i’ve lived through worse, i’ll make it,” he replies, not exactly caring for the man’s attitude. 

genos turns to go the other way and his barely intact arm falls off, along with the other arm. after a moment of silence as he stares at his arm, he finally asks, 

“help me pick that up? i’ll give you money, if that’ll make you shut up and help.”

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asclepiads‌:

    She’s holding a watering can– well, it’s more of a pitcher, but it was the closest thing to a watering can that she could find in the condo. It’s full of water, and she’s holding it with both hands, tentative and careful not to drop it. Rosalia’s also being incredibly cautious around these flowers specifically– careful not to touch the stems, careful not to prick her finger.

    Rosalia looks up. Oh, hello. This guy looks really cool… She gives a little smile and nods, turning to the flowers again.

     “ Mhm. I used to grow them with my dad. ” Mostly to see how they’d react to her blood, but still. Roses were known to take in blood raucously, and they always ended up getting sick because of her. It’s better now, being able to admire these roses without the fear of them wilting prematurely.

genos walks over to the garden as well, bending down besides the flowers. he doesn’t touch it, instead, he looks on, mind thinking about simpler days. a life he has long since given up, a life he could barely remember. it’s only been four years -- four years of endlessly pursuing justice and trying to see vengeance for the slaughter that marked the end of his childhood. 

“i used to garden with my mom. my dad used to joke that if he touched the plants, they’ll die,” he says, digging into the tip of the trove of memories he had stashed away. he doesn’t dig any further, too far and he might open something he shouldn’t. 

curiously, he asks, “how old are you?”

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honestly, i’m so sorry for being behind on drafts. will be working on them throughout this week if you’re wondering if i dropped or not. just got addicted to certain games and pulling out my hair.