Amarcnthined - Blog Posts
somber hues shift upward to the call for mizuse’s attention, flickering with light from the warmth emanating from her tone. a break. mizuse snorts, but a smile of interest blossoms across her features to paint over the petulant pout that was there before. she never gets a break. it is all of her own doing, anyway. there are ones who DESERVE a break from the constant stress of villany and turmoil than her. ❛ i don’t know … ❜ reluctance in her tone; however, her growling stomach says different. mizuse tries to muffle the sound by crossing toned arms in front of her stomach, but suzume knows the younger is always hungry. especially after training. ❛ i guess i could take a little break, ❜ another shrug of her shoulders, brushing off the sheer excitement of spending time with suzume outside of heroic ( or vigilante ) duties. ❛ as long as i’m back by my stupid curfew ! ❜
suzu hates to admit it, but it’s true. with the way kronos has ushered the twins and the serum back into secrecy, all there’s left to do is to prepare. for her, this means organizing within crux: plans of action and collecting information. for mizuse, this means increased training. both play a waiting game, unable to discern exactly when the next threat will occur—or what it will be. who knows? maybe dante will come back, and they’ll have a whole different set of problems on their hands.
“okay, so, change of plans.” suzu claps her hands. “c’mon, look at me,” she beckons, calling for mizuse’s attention with a smile and warm tone. “we take a break. and i mean it—we all need breaks. you’ll burn out if you don’t take them. we can get lunch at the place near mine, take the rest of the day off. go shopping or something. what do you think?”
lightning - fast reflexes catch the water bottle tossed her way as suzume speaks her usual wise and sisterly words ( she can read mizuse like a book no matter how much she has mastered to conceal true feelings ). it makes mizuse sigh — in both annoyance and exhaustion. ❛ i know, i know, ❜ the younger responds as she hoists herself to sit on a crate. ever since the buchanan incident, nsa has been focusing on more training on their heroes, especially the ones they do not put on a pedestal. non - stop training is a constant reminder that mizuse wasn’t fast enough … thinking, reacting, saving. even if mizuse was responsible for rescuing guests from the shattered chandelier and corralling novus citizens out of the museum to escape the frenzied twins, she wasn’t on time to save everyone. at least with suzume, the pressure of being looked down on isn’t as prominent. being in her presence is comforting. like home.
❛ there’s not much i can do right now, anyway. ❜ mizuse adds before taking a sip of water with a shrug of her shoulders. pout clear on visage, she slowly kicks her legs back and forth, optics focused on the ground.
with : @kyllini location : an old warehouse, somewhere in novus date : a few days after the gala
an empty warehouse becomes anything suzu wants it to be, and the environment warps over and over, illusory projectiles fired at mizuse to dodge ( among other unorthodox methods ). it’s a practice exercise tailored just for her, something they haven’t done in a while, between the nsa scooping her up and everything in between. feels like the old days. nostalgia’s not the only reason, though—after that disastrous night, suzu understands wanting to be better, faster, and she figures this will suit the younger better than sitting around doing nothing.
“don’t beat yourself up too much over it,” she says once they stop for a break, tossing a water bottle to mizuse. “you’ll get too in your head that way. focus on what you can do instead, y’know?”
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“—right.” suzu arches an eyebrow at mizuse’s denial and suppresses an amused smile. “well, you’re doing a good job of fooling everyone else, i’ll give you that.” she sips her drink, gaze traveling across the crowd, humming in agreement as mizuse explains her father’s absence. “you can tell him all about it later. he’ll probably love to hear it.” in her peripheral vision, she notices mizuse stepping closer, fingers fidgeting with silver jewelry, and suzu turns to fully face the young hero. “i didn’t, no.” better to be blunt than raise false hope. “sorry, i wish i had. it’s just as much of a surprise to you as it is to me.” still, she doesn’t elaborate on her own frustration, irritated by the fact she could’ve known but didn’t. no rumors, no whispers of a super serum finally more than a false promise—how tight of a hold does kronos have on this? but it’s nothing mizuse should worry about; suzu’s problems are her own, and she’d rather not drag mizuse into the intricacies of it.
“but barring that, how does it feel to be at your first official event?” she asks, mocking the tone of the journalist with a grin. beneath the teasing lies pride for what mizuse’s become, even if she thought the speedster would be better off in crux. “do you think it was worth it?” her tone turns serious, more contemplative. “all the training?”
there is no necessity for an apology. it seems like everybody here was blindsided by the announcement by the kronos ceo. the grin on her countenance blossoms from consolation ( of course mizuse notices the vexation swirling within the bluntness of the answer that she did not want to give the younger ) to the charismatic self - assurance and relaxed simper. ❛ this is easy - peasy, ❜ mizuse answers with a scoff. the amount of media training she had to suffer through years holed up in the nsa training facility has prepared her for … most of this. what mizuse has is an EDGE — able to think quickly on her feet and have the inability to be visibly fazed by most surprises and stressful situations. however, this speedster is still human and cannot be blasé towards everything, especially towards the discreet, tense mannerisms and underlying meaning in teasing words. optics flit around the ballroom, surrounded by the nsa’s super - powered greats and novus’ influential. holding her father’s hand at similar events, wow’d by the same people instead of being the one to work with them only seems like it was yesterday. ❛ of course the training was worth it, ❜ mizuse’s gaze shifts back towards the vigilante with a gratified smile and sigh of content ( relief the grueling training has ended ). ❛ i learned how to be the FASTEST. i reached speeds that would’ve taken me years to accomplish if i didn’t have that training, y’know ? maybe with a bit more experience being an official hero, i can become too fast at saving novus so heroes can be a little bored for once, ❜ she quips with a soft chuckle, only suzu being able to witness the reveal an altruistic side of the younger. mizuse strives to be one of THE BEST — to ensure a safer society and also lift some of the overwhelming responsibility off her veteran mentors. ❛ and you taught things that they couldn’t have. you’re one of the reasons why i’m able to be here tonight. ❜
it is all a facade — it’s what five years of training within the nsa and observing her father veil emotions ever since she had met him. mizuse engrossed in conversation with an avid journalist wanting to pick apart a rookie after a shocking revelation; however, the speedster is ALWAYS one step ahead. blasé smile, an occasional sip of her sparking beverage, maintaining eye - contact with the reporter … not revealing a thing. mizuse didn’t know how much longer she could stand here and deal with the interview, hues flickering for anything—anyone—more interesting she could point them out to. after all, she is a newbie to all of this … and the fleet - foot’s patience is starting to wear thin. wings attach to her ankles subtly flutter, concealed by the material of her dress. next thing mizuse notices is her savior, suzu, approach the two of them and the journalist makes a hasty retreat. ❛ me ? nervous ? psh — ❜ mizuse grins with a dismissive wave and a shake of her head. ❛ dad didn’t want to attend. you and i both know he doesn’t like these sort of things, ❜ she answers, knowing the vigilante can see right through her act. grin slightly falters as mizuse steps closer to her, fiddling with silver jewelry wrapped around digits. suzu, adopting the role of big sister, is the source of information, motivation ... reassurance. ❛ … i’m guessing you didn’t hear anything about this. ❜
with : @kyllini location : buchanan’s gala, main room date : january 7, 2040
it’s easy to spot the familiar figure caught in a conversation she doesn’t want to be in. with how fast mizuse is, an escape should be as simple as running away—but the politics of playing nice make that a bit more complicated. suzu knows mizuse can take care of herself, but who would she be if she didn’t help out at least a little?
she cuts in between mizuse and the journalist with a winning smile, leaning in to whisper something that sends them off bolting. the disturbance gone, she turns to mizuse, an ease in her demeanor that comes with being in the presence of the younger woman. “don’t tell me hitsuto actually left you alone to fend off the sharks by yourself,” she teases. “nervous?” not that mizuse looks it—picture perfect and the spitting image of what a hero should be, slipstream is ready to face the crowd. “don’t be. no nsa script could’ve prepared you for this mess.”
