RP: The Shaman's Avenging Banshee (ask-dcspulseocs, pulseman-rp)
Neo Tokyo, early morning. You know that while some would be still in bed around that time, a big city as such is up and running already. Even the children that study in the period of morning.
Unfortunately, even at a young age, intolerance might go to levels that leads a child to make fun of another one, and encourage others to do the same, usually demonizing those that have a particular or rare trait.
Such as a female whose hair and eye colors have a very rare and uncommon palette. Itâs sad and heavily distressing, being picked on and bullied over something you have absolutely no power or control over.
For that little female, even passing by a classmate was hell. While she held her school belongingsâ book, sheets, notebookâ in her arms to make her backpack lighter, a boy with short ruffled dark hair simply raised a hand and nudged abruptly on the girlâs arms, causing her to drop her things to the floor.
"Oh hey, 'red-eyed demon'.â
The girl for a moment just stared at her papers scattered over the ground, listening to the boy and few of his friendsâ malicious speeches from behind.
"Whoopsie, 'gray-head'⌠My hand slipped!â
She gave no word or any form of answer, she just silently knelled down and slowly gathered her fallen belongings back. The fact she had to get down collect her stuff only made the kids laugh from behind her while they were on their way to class. It was basically in a schoolâs front, on the sidewalk.
"Hahah! Awesome man! You really taught that demonish brat where her place is!â
The devious kids gathered in their own little group, laughing, talking and hanging with each other. The girl, on her own, merely pressed her items against her chest and sighed sadly. She usually tries being a tough kid, but even for someone who grew so bitter over those sessions, they still got to her.
And she was starting to get desperate.
Her head lowered, as if trying to hide under her bangs any tears that she found herself fighting against. She grit her teeth in an attempt to not bite her own lips.
"3 years⌠Almost⌠3 years since this all startedâŚ"
Perhaps, ever since she started attending school, from the looks of it. She shut her eyes tightly to prevent any more tears. Tears are for the weak. But that only made even more of them to slip off her eyes.
"Whatâs so wrong about meâŚ? I⌠I am sick of this, I⌠canât stand this anymore⌠I⌠IâŚ"
She managed to hold in an urge to scream, but her distress was imminent.
"⌠I just want them to STOP!â
The little group of children had planned to buy some snacks from a little grocery shop located right on the other side of the streetâthere was still some time before the beginning of classes, so why not?
They were walking close to the edge of the sidewalk, planning to stop there before they could make sure the street was safe crossing.
They had no idea of what was coming to them. From behind.
Out of the blue and challenging any logic, some force caused the concrete of the sidewalk to violently break, and it moved, causing a trail of cracks and concrete pieces. It moved at a decent fast speedâŚ
⌠until it managed to reach under the feet of the boy who had made fun of his classmate not too long ago. The sidewalk tiles were thrown off with force under his feet, thus, leading him to be pushed forward stumbling into the road.
⌠a truck was approaching at that very moment.
The girl of rare hair color was feeling like a ragdoll that others liked to hit and throw around, having just gotten up to her feet after some sighs and silent weeps. She had to look back behind her upon hearing some bystander shout out something that caused her eyes to widen under her bangs.
"My God!! Help! That boy was hit by a truck!!"
"Somebody call an ambulance!!"
The moment she looked back, there was already a crowd gathering around said accident site. Children, adults, a lot of people had quickly gotten there. She, in a little bit of a reasonable distance, could hear their concerns and worries.
"Oh my! Hey boy! Wake up!!"
"I hope he didnât dieâŚ"
She sighed, that was very unfortunate. She couldnât see who had been struck because of the crowd, but she could ponder how upset their parents and relatives would be when they found out. she didnât say anything, her eyes idly darting down to the floor.
⌠which caused her to lightly sharpen them in silent exclamation, having caught the sight of something.
⌠the trails of cracked sidewalk concrete on the ground started right from next to her feet.
Nobody had noticed that or the broken sidewalk to begin with, yet. They were too concerned with the injured boy to notice. She knew that crack was not there before, and she wasnât really in a good mental state to ponder over it. But the way it linked her to the center of the crowd really frightened her.
She hesitantly took a few steps backwards, seeing that it hadnât followed her pace, then she turned around and ran, fleeing from the site.
She didnât do anything.
She didnât do anything.
She would never do such thing.
But she could tell they would try to blame her and call her a witch. They hateher. And it wouldnât be the first time they called her a witch, or even worse things.
It was all the went through her mind. Run from there. Go home. Seek her mother. Her mother loved her dearly, with or without odd-colored hair.
And thus, she disappeared among the other civilians in the street.
Such oddity and heartbreaking fact ended up told into the media in the afternoon of that same day. In a city such as Neo Tokyo, information moved round and around really quickly.
Inside the building of the laboratory of Amabilis, at least two of the residents were watching a bit of TV, both also the youngest of the peers living there. They had went to watch TV after helping some of the older ones clean up what had to be cleaned around. Plus, they liked to watch RWT News, mainly because of its newsreporter.
The woman was dead serious while broadcasting, looking professionalâ which was something she wasâ, but couldnât help but let slip a bit of concern off her facials, as she was an human being.
"This morning, a rupture took place close to the vicinity of a school. It seems like an abnormal crack on the ground has started from the sidewalk and gotten into the edge of the road. According to seismologists, no vibrations underground, whatever it was occurred at the surface level, so the possibility of an earthquake is more likely discarded. An accident occurred as a result of the rupture when a young boy was thrown into traffic in the way of a truck."
A subscreen in the studio right next to the woman had a picture of the debris of concrete forming a trail in the sidewalk, barely ending on the edge close to the road. The title âTRAGEDYâ was also labeled in the corner of the picture. the womanâs face then softened as she continued.
"⌠the boyâs currently in hospital, getting several treatments to take care of his injuries. According to parents, his state is stable and is bound to remain in the hospital for an undetermined time, but fortunately, he runs no life risk anymore."
One of the two youngsters watching, with short puffy and ruffled blue hair, cringed lightly as she listened to the TV. She was sitting on the floor, hands by her sides and knees close to her chest.
"Thatâs⌠very odd⌠almost as if it wasnât an accident⌠Iâm glad the boyâs going to be okay thoughâŚ"
The other next to her, with short straight black hair with a pair of feline ears in black fur, basically laid flat on the floor on her stomach next to the other kid, head lifted to watch the TV as well. Her bulky robotic hands gently rested on the floor next to her head. She also looked a little gushed over the news, but she could only make a noise of agreement to her blue-haired friendâshe was 7, but suffered a lot of neglect before getting there, so she still hadnât learned how to speak.
Sighing a bit, the one of blue hair turned the TV off after RTW had ended itâs broadcast. There were still some things they had to help clean in there.
"Letâs go⌠you can lift the heavy objects to let us clean under them? Pulseman told me that youâre pretty strongâŚ"
The other nodded. Lifting objects like tables and couches were her forte from the looks of it. Yet, she took the compliment with a soft blush on her right cheekâthe left one didnât blush because it was mechanic.
Actually there wasnât a whole lot to clean, they do keep their things considerably tidy, but since they did it with no urge to rush things for the sake of finishing it at once, when they finished they basically had to go to bedâ some straight, while others went to eat first, not all of the residents were physically able of eating.
The next morning started smoothly and normal. Both kids wanted to watch the morning edition of RWT News before tending to breakfastâonly one of the two could eat, however. It was rare of them to miss those, specially Kiyokoâ she was friends with the newsreporter.
The woman again looked serious and impartial in her professional way, but the frown on her face was very clear, making her look even more concerned than yesterdayâs afternoon edition.
"Early this morning, another tragedy has happened. Another young student suffered a sudden attack, not very differently from the one exhibited yesterday. For coincidence or not, both attacks happened around the same vicinity and both victims studied in the same school, as well as were of the same class. Who or what could be causing those attacks? ⌠Could Galaxy Gang be still active?â
In the subscreen next to her, was a more representative picture of a blurred background with yellow strips of âCRIME SCENE Â DO NOT CROSSâ going diagonally forming a âXâ, partially covering the sight of the blurred background. This time the title was âTRAGEDY ON SCHOOLâ, also labeled in the corner of the subscreen.
"Oh⌠another odd attack, almost just like that one of yesterday!"
Both kids had a slightly grim expression stamped in their faces, specially at the mention of the name of a just then disbanded evil worldwide organization.
"D.C., do you think we should tell Pulseman? what if itâs indeed Galaxy Gang behind thisâŚ?"
The two frowned further as they took their attention away from the TV to face one another, both could see each otherâs concern.
Kiyoko, who has suffered in the hands of Galaxy Gang in the pastâ mainly the one thug who she once saw as her father before he showed her his âtrue faceââ, knew that things could go horribly worse if they were truly involved.
"If Galaxy Gangâs really behind those odd attacks, we should let Pulseman know!"
D.C. just looked at her and for obvious reasons didnât say anything back, but was quick to nod to show that she agreed with Kiyoko. The two left the commodity they then were at, heading to the ultracomputer site in hopes of finding the electrace there, or any of the older peers.
Something potentially dangerous was on the loose, and it had to be stopped.
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