[Kotetsu was without armor—and while he was capable of using guns, he wasn't much for them. And he'd never had to point it straight at a living, breathing person to shoot. Luckily, he'd managed his watch. Managed to keep himself one step ahead, away from the swell of terror just long enough to charge up and go back into the thick of it.
They don't stay down.
He's exhausted, but he can't stop. These people are sick. If he could just restrain them, get them somewhere safe... But even he's becoming more than aware that this is transmittable. More than aware. He hates this. He hates this. And when he rushes out to find more innocent citizens, he's blanched in horror of what's happening to this place.
There are bodies.
He hits the side of one of the downtown buildings in frustration, glowing blue; too little too late for the man lying at his feet. Can't stop now, though. Have to keep going. Have to help more and more people before it spirals out of his hands.]
28th
[Evacuation. His spirits only lift enough to keep him working; he's managed to get plenty of people out, but it doesn't feel like enough. It's so goddamn frustrating—and while he's been able to keep them safe, he fears maybe he'll have to keep them safe with more than his NEXT powers or distractions.
He never gets that far, luckily. And unluckily. There's a little girl in an empty home that'll take a chunk of flesh off him. He can be found later in the day with his arm wrapped up nice and tight. He'll still be ushering civilians out of there, but he's showing signs: shaking, pale, weaker and weaker.
He's keeping tabs on himself. Uses his NEXT powers, trying but gradually failing more and more to keep the illness at bay. If it gets bad... he'll have to do something.
26th-28th, Mostly downtown area, probs.
[Kotetsu was without armor—and while he was capable of using guns, he wasn't much for them. And he'd never had to point it straight at a living, breathing person to shoot. Luckily, he'd managed his watch. Managed to keep himself one step ahead, away from the swell of terror just long enough to charge up and go back into the thick of it.
They don't stay down.
He's exhausted, but he can't stop. These people are sick. If he could just restrain them, get them somewhere safe... But even he's becoming more than aware that this is transmittable. More than aware. He hates this. He hates this. And when he rushes out to find more innocent citizens, he's blanched in horror of what's happening to this place.
There are bodies.
He hits the side of one of the downtown buildings in frustration, glowing blue; too little too late for the man lying at his feet. Can't stop now, though. Have to keep going. Have to help more and more people before it spirals out of his hands.]
28th
[Evacuation. His spirits only lift enough to keep him working; he's managed to get plenty of people out, but it doesn't feel like enough. It's so goddamn frustrating—and while he's been able to keep them safe, he fears maybe he'll have to keep them safe with more than his NEXT powers or distractions.
He never gets that far, luckily. And unluckily. There's a little girl in an empty home that'll take a chunk of flesh off him. He can be found later in the day with his arm wrapped up nice and tight. He'll still be ushering civilians out of there, but he's showing signs: shaking, pale, weaker and weaker.
He's keeping tabs on himself. Uses his NEXT powers, trying but gradually failing more and more to keep the illness at bay. If it gets bad... he'll have to do something.
But for now, people need him.]