Jul 16, 2023 19:03:26 GMT
Post by Sora Nakoma on Jul 16, 2023 19:03:26 GMT
“That should be the last of them, officer. I caught these four cornering a man in the alley back there.” Sora said to the police officer he was speaking with, running his hand through his hair. He had decided to patrol Shinjuku for the day, having remembered that it always was a pretty busy place for civilians and criminals alike. And it looked like he had been right on the money with his decision; since arriving just two hours ago he had stopped no less than three crimes in progress. Fortunately they each ended without incident. They may have been smaller affairs, but a crime was a crime and he intended to see to it that as many people knew that as possible.
The officer nodded as Sora explained the situation. “Understood. Thank you, Neptune! You’re doing good work here!” He said, tipping his hat to the younger man before getting into his car. “Keep up the good work!”
Sora waved to the officer as he drove away with the muggers in tow, before turning to walk down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. He got a few looks from civilians nearby, able to hear some of them wondering who he was or if he had been around before. It was to be expected; he was only just getting started in Japan, after all. No wonder they didn’t know who he was. Though it did bother him a bit. Sora was no glory hound; in fact, he preferred to avoid being the center of attention if at all possible. But at the same time, he knew that making a name for himself would go a long way in helping him keep people safe; everyone felt safer when they knew there was a hero around, and most villains and thugs would think twice if they knew a powerful hero was on the scene. Sora sighed and scratched his head, thinking. “I need to work on my image.” He muttered to no one in particular, glancing down at his costume. Sora’s outfit was much less extravagant than other heroes’ usually were; he preferred comfort and functionality over style. But it definitely didn’t help him in deterring criminal activity when he looked more or less like your average civilian. “Maybe I should see about finding someone to design me a new costume.”
Sora’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a few people screaming. Immediately he was ready to go, pulling his goggles up to cover his eyes as he ran towards the direction of the screaming. ”Help people first, worry about your image later!” he thought to himself as he weaved through the crowd with practiced ease. The streets may be different, but the job was the same.
And it was time to go to work.
Deidran
The officer nodded as Sora explained the situation. “Understood. Thank you, Neptune! You’re doing good work here!” He said, tipping his hat to the younger man before getting into his car. “Keep up the good work!”
Sora waved to the officer as he drove away with the muggers in tow, before turning to walk down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. He got a few looks from civilians nearby, able to hear some of them wondering who he was or if he had been around before. It was to be expected; he was only just getting started in Japan, after all. No wonder they didn’t know who he was. Though it did bother him a bit. Sora was no glory hound; in fact, he preferred to avoid being the center of attention if at all possible. But at the same time, he knew that making a name for himself would go a long way in helping him keep people safe; everyone felt safer when they knew there was a hero around, and most villains and thugs would think twice if they knew a powerful hero was on the scene. Sora sighed and scratched his head, thinking. “I need to work on my image.” He muttered to no one in particular, glancing down at his costume. Sora’s outfit was much less extravagant than other heroes’ usually were; he preferred comfort and functionality over style. But it definitely didn’t help him in deterring criminal activity when he looked more or less like your average civilian. “Maybe I should see about finding someone to design me a new costume.”
Sora’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a few people screaming. Immediately he was ready to go, pulling his goggles up to cover his eyes as he ran towards the direction of the screaming. ”Help people first, worry about your image later!” he thought to himself as he weaved through the crowd with practiced ease. The streets may be different, but the job was the same.
And it was time to go to work.
Deidran
