2025-03-19: Why Must We Fight?

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<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

Things at the Dynazenon Team's somehow-still-top-secret training grounds have gotten...a little tense? Yume and Yomogi come in for a smooth landing, Dynasoldier and Dynawing separating so that Dynasoldier can crash to the ground, splashing up water from the river. Dynastriker isn't even deployed, Koyomi having finished for the day.

Gauma stares at Dynadiver, in his hands, gouged deeply by a battle long past.

"It's not regenerating," he mutters, not for the first time, and spits, not for the first time. "Tch..."

Chise sits on the guardrail, having never known fear of such paltry things as gravity's pull. "I wonder if those Yaman guys can fix it. They're pretty handy, right?"

Koyomi watches Gauma with his gaze concealed by his bangs, but says nothing. 

<Pose Tracker> Knight has posed.

"Naaaiiito-kun~" Anosilius the Second pokes her partner's chin as they stroll through the green forest. The air is starting to warm up - only by a few degrees, of course, it's not like winters are ever really /cold/ per say. Knight merely grumbles in response, red sword on their hips swaying slightly as they walk.

"This isn't a leisurely stroll. We're hunting for that mechanical kaiju" the grey-haired, human-hearted kaiju-turned-Hyper Agent says to the green-haired woman beside him.

"Exactly! And that's why we're out in this beautiful forest. You could really use some fresh air, and we get to keep up our search," she responds, chipper as ever. Knight mutters something unintelligible under his breath.

After a half hour of walking or so, Knight is starting to lose his patience.

"Why are we even out here? It's not like we're suddenly going to find it in the middle of-"

"Kniiiiight! I found it!!!" Second yells, waving from across a clearing. Knight just sighs.

"Alright, let's see what we're dealing with." 

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

A weird yellow bird looks up from where it sits in an unassuming tree. This is normal.

Chise also looks up, when Second yells. "I think I...heard something?" she says, uneasy. The last time this happened she got threatened by a mean guy with red hair. Koyomi half-turns as well, looking over his shoulder.

Yume and Yomogi clamber up the dirt ramp toward the main walkway. "Someone coming?" Yume prompts. Yomogi's tension grows a little, cautiously watching the edge of the clearing. Dynasoldier stands in the river, overseeing it all silently.

Gauma glares and straightens up, marching over to stand at the fore of the group. "It's not the Kaiju Eugenecists," he says. "But it's something. C'mon out!" The man with the magenta hair, and the bandages so yellowed you might forget they were ever bandages, says. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, expecting it'll help him look grumpy, as though he needed assistance.

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

A weird yellow bird looks up from where it sits in an unassuming tree. This is normal.

Chise also looks up, when Second yells. "I think I...heard something?" she says, uneasy. The last time this happened she got threatened by a mean guy with red hair. Koyomi half-turns as well, looking over his shoulder.

Yume and Yomogi clamber up the dirt ramp toward the main walkway. "Someone coming?" Yume prompts. Yomogi's tension grows a little, cautiously watching the edge of the clearing. Dynasoldier stands in the river, overseeing it all silently.

Gauma glares and straightens up, marching over to stand at the fore of the group. "It's not the Kaiju Eugenecists," he says. "But it's something. C'mon out!" The man with the magenta hair, and the bandages so yellowed you might forget they were ever bandages, says. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, expecting it'll help him look grumpy, as though he needed assistance.

<Pose Tracker> Knight has posed.

A grey-haired man in a suit stands across the team, coming out of the trees with a red sword on his hips. He's flanked by a woman with dark green hair in a matching business suit, and she's carrying a briefcase with her.

"Now, what do we have here?" she says, staring at the motley crew. Knight beside her sizes up the group, especially Gauma - his singular exposed eye meets Gauma's, and the intense blue seems to bore right into the man. He rests one of his hands on his sword hilt - just casually enough to seem inconspicuous to anyone else, but to a warrior, a clear sign of intimidation, like bearing fangs. 

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

Gauma squares up too. He knows what a warrior - what a /soldier/ - tipping himself a few more notches toward battle-ready looks like. Could he even stand up to a man like this... ...

He doesn't bother to reign himself in despite the likely answer, slouching spitefully, beady, sunken eyes peering. If he's being measured, he doesn't shy from it, glaring right back. But there's tension there, readiness. He'll fight, if he has to, and the pose is a challenge...but he doesn't, per se, WANT a fight. Like a low, answering growl, and a readying curling of the lip.

"Ah, uh, ahehe, nothing to worry about!" Yomogi laughs, anxiously, because he's more worried about License-holders than sword-holders. "Just some uhhh model...fans..." he says, and Yume points behind him to where Dynasoldier is Entirely Not A Model. Yomogi's teeth click shut.

Gauma's focus remains on Knight. "It was you, wasn't it," Gauma says, rather than asks, and his eyes rake toward Second. "That purple guy. Shoulda known you'd come sniffing around." 

<Pose Tracker> Knight has posed.

Second chuckles a bit nervously as she watches Gauma and Knight square off.

"Okay, let's not get toooo aggressive now~!" she chirps. "We come in peace!" She spreads her hands in a half-wave, half-sign of surrender. "We're not with the government, or anything. Well, your government, anyway, ehe."

Knight cocks their eyebrow at Gauma's deduction. "Sharp." He crosses his arms in front of him, taking his hand off his sword. "And I take it that what I saw back then was your atrocious fighting?"

"Knight, don't be so rude right off the bat. . ." Second chastises him, but the words are already out there. Even eye to eye, Knight somehow manages to look down on the group, that eye sweeping across their assembled mecha. 

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

Chise and Yume join Second in de-escalation efforts, slinking up beside Gauma. "Hey, Captain, do we really needa go the whole way to the yankii slouch?" Chise quips, though there's very real worry in Chise's voice. Yume hums an agreement, though she does scowl when Knight slaps her with 'atrocious fighting.'

Koyomi mumbles, "An Ultraman...? But he looked different, too..." and finds his hands in his pockets, watching Knight and Second with intense curiosity. "Those guys don't answer to anybody, though." Well, anybody on Earth. Much like she said, in fact. He looks to Yomogi for a second opinion and mostly receives a young man attempting to turn off his own strong nuclear force and turn to vapor. As with many challenges in Yomogi's life, he does not succeed in his first attempt at this audacious enterprise.

Chise mutters, "Real fantasy stuff...I've never seen one of those guys up close!"

Gauma's head tilts like you just know he wants to loudly pop it just for the intimidation. Doesn't happen this time. "Yeah, that was us. And your real flashy sucker punch, too."

Koyomi half-consciously plucks Dynastriker from his pocket, the small toy in his hands clutched for security. Mostly, it feels good to have something solid in his grip right now. Dynawing's still out - hovering overhead where Yume disembarked. She hasn't recalled it yet. 

<Pose Tracker> Knight has posed.

Knight's evaluation of the team grows ever poorer the more he looks at them, and his tenseness turns more into pure, glacial cold.

"I'm not an Ultra" they say, voice sharp. They always say that.

"You could call us . . . say, colleagues, of the Giants of Light," Second explains, slowly waving with her hand in an explanatory gesture.

"We're the Gridknight Alliance." she says, pep in her voice.

A beat, as the assembled group shifts awkwardly.

"Ah, the name's not important, though..."

"We protect the world from the threat of kaiju!" Second cheerfully tells them.

"I thought that red one was a kaiju," Knight motions with his shoulder towards the Dynazenon components. "but I guess not. Your little club got wrecked, with or without me." They pointedly glare at Gauma after that comment. 

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

Chise claps her hands and bends like she's excited, turning her eyes up to angle her way into Gauma's peripheral vision. "Wow! A different kind of big guy! That's cool! Uh, r-right? Captain...?"

Gauma doesn't stop glaring at Knight.

Yomogi and Koyomi both visibly wither at Second's excited introduction of the Gridknight Alliance. The chill in the air from Knight and Gauma's standoff could preserve medical samples.

"So that's what that was," Koyomi mutters at Knight's explanation. "I mean...I guess...? It's not like it's anything else, either..."

"Kaiju don't have cockpits. You dominate them, not drive them," Gauma says back, gruff. But...it's a weirdly technical answer for Gauma, a man who flaunts technicality whenever he's able. Because he knows as well as anyone that Dynazenon may just have been some kind of tame kaiju entrusted to him from the start...

His hands dig tighter into his pockets.

Yomogi mumbles, "He's not wrong, though, Gauma. Like... ...we got smacked around out there, huh? Even after all our training? And you said yourself Dynadiver's still not recovered."

Gauma cranes his head to look at Yomogi for several long seconds; the young man holds himself earnest and upright.

"...Yeah," he says, unwilling to give an inch but even more unwilling to lie.

"Sooooo," Chise chimes in, attempting desperately to rescue relations from Actual Hell. "Thank...you...? For the...aaassssistance??" she squeezes out, slowly realizing not even Yume's got her back on this one. 

<Pose Tracker> Knight has posed.

Knight makes a "hmph" sound at Gauma's explanation. He buys it, but someone like them wouldn't admit wrongdoing to a total stranger - especially not one who's looking at him like that.

"You call this training? You all have no idea what you're doing, and you have even less idea what kind of power you're playing with. This isn't some /game/." Knight spits that last word out like he's actually ejecting it out of his mouth.

Second decides to completely ignore Knight and Gauma's little size-measuring contest and respond to Chise.

"You're very welcome! We'd love to cooperate with you all in the future. We even brought something that might help out with your little broken-leg problem. . ." Second places her suitcase on the ground and pops it open, rummaging around.

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

Yume, who has worked hard and taken some pride in becoming better, fully bristles now. Koyomi scratches the back of his head, because confronting authority rapidly de-evolves him into a cardboard cutout.

"Oh!" Chise says brightly to Second's offer. "That sounds super! Hey, uh, Captain, I think--"

"Not a chance!" Gauma thunders, and Chise blinks owlishly at the force of it. "Oh, ok," she says lamely.

"You're right!" Gauma continues, and takes a step in with his lip curling. "It's no game at all! We're out here defending this place from Kaiju Eugenecists and /whatever/ that thing the other day was, and I'm not trusting some yahoo who wandered in outta nowhere!"

Yomogi asides, "/You/ wandered in out of nowhere..." and Gauma sniffs and finally breaks eye contact, glaring up into the sky rather than at Knight. "'Sides...I don't like this guy's attitude." 

<Pose Tracker> Knight has posed.

"Hmph. If that's what you want... I'd rather not rely on the wounded, anyway." Knight scowls at Gauma with renewed intensity, before turning to Second.

"Aha..." Second snaps her briefcase shut and presses her fingers together with a pained smile. The whorls in her eyes seem to plead apology to the group. "We should probably be going, then. . . at least for now. Come on, Knight."

"Fine." Knight turns away from Gauma, and, just as quickly as they arrived, the two strangers stroll off into the forest.

<Pose Tracker> Gauma has posed.

Slowly, the tension cools as the Gridknight Alliance depart.

Yomogi murmurs, "You sure...? We're still stuck on leads for Dynadiver, right? If they can really help, then..."

Gauma glowers like he could knock Knight over with just the weight of his stare even from here, and then slowly huffs a breath, easing off. "We can still talk to Daba. Maybe they'll have...something."

Chise's eyes cast down. "Yeah. OK," she murmurs.

A weird golden bird bristles in the trees, and makes a strangely helpless cry.

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