Post by manic on Aug 6, 2023 13:57:55 GMT
Tora - #1
It had been a while since Saeko Toramori had been able to see ghosts at night. Ever since meeting BRAINBUSTAH (yes, it has to be said that way every time) she had started seeing more and more drifting through the streets of Tokyo in the dark, broken chains hanging down from their chest. Those she could understand she could help, those she couldn't well... there were still things she could do to help. Like punch those weird mask monsters with the big holes where their chests should have been whenever they showed up because they kept trying to eat the friendly ghosts.
Most of them were big and scary for sure but they weren't expecting to actually have to fight someone, scurrying off like a shark that had been punched in the nose when it was clear that the self-proclaimed young protector wasn't going to back down. She'd always got into scraps with bullies and these monsters were just bullying the poor defenceless ghosts!
But now there was something else in the night skies. It moved too fast to be a ghost, but it didn't look like a monster at all. It still looked like a person, but the fact that she was the only one who could see it drift through crowds in a weird looking black robe was setting off the student's paranormal radar something fierce.
It was time to be fierce back.
She'd watched whoever or whatever this thing was move from rooftop to rooftop in the suburbs over the past few days but every so often she saw the mass of cloth dip down and land on the street to the point where Tora was starting to pick up the pattern well enough to put her plan in motion. Taking BRAINBUSTAH out with her, she caught a glimpse of the robed shadow and set herself up around a street corner to press her back against the wall and letting the Soul seeing pooch take the opposite corner to keep watch off the lead. The plan was: the moment this thing came flying past her dog would growl out a signal so she could spin and swing her schoolbag straight into whatever this thing had for a head. Finally all the studying they were making her do would pay off as the weight of the Calculus textbooks slammed into the figure with a hearty "YAAAAA!"
It had been a while since Saeko Toramori had been able to see ghosts at night. Ever since meeting BRAINBUSTAH (yes, it has to be said that way every time) she had started seeing more and more drifting through the streets of Tokyo in the dark, broken chains hanging down from their chest. Those she could understand she could help, those she couldn't well... there were still things she could do to help. Like punch those weird mask monsters with the big holes where their chests should have been whenever they showed up because they kept trying to eat the friendly ghosts.
Most of them were big and scary for sure but they weren't expecting to actually have to fight someone, scurrying off like a shark that had been punched in the nose when it was clear that the self-proclaimed young protector wasn't going to back down. She'd always got into scraps with bullies and these monsters were just bullying the poor defenceless ghosts!
But now there was something else in the night skies. It moved too fast to be a ghost, but it didn't look like a monster at all. It still looked like a person, but the fact that she was the only one who could see it drift through crowds in a weird looking black robe was setting off the student's paranormal radar something fierce.
It was time to be fierce back.
She'd watched whoever or whatever this thing was move from rooftop to rooftop in the suburbs over the past few days but every so often she saw the mass of cloth dip down and land on the street to the point where Tora was starting to pick up the pattern well enough to put her plan in motion. Taking BRAINBUSTAH out with her, she caught a glimpse of the robed shadow and set herself up around a street corner to press her back against the wall and letting the Soul seeing pooch take the opposite corner to keep watch off the lead. The plan was: the moment this thing came flying past her dog would growl out a signal so she could spin and swing her schoolbag straight into whatever this thing had for a head. Finally all the studying they were making her do would pay off as the weight of the Calculus textbooks slammed into the figure with a hearty "YAAAAA!"