[Akira returns to the medical tent in the midst of the city battered and scraped, but victorious]
[he didn't do much. at least, not compared to those who traversed into the very center of the storm. all he did was stay on the outer edges of it, dodging flying debris and keeping an eye on his fellow circle members. it was almost instinct, the way he watched them, reminiscent of the days he'd observe the battlefield like a hawk to make sure his teammates were fighting to their best abilities. some habits are just hard to break. leader mode is one of them]
[his clothes are torn around his arms and legs, shallow scrapes slicing into his skin and trickling small drops of blood. he looks disheveled, hair windswept and wild, and as soon as he finds a place to sit down he is plopping right into it with a deep sigh. and because of that, it might take him a moment to realize Jing is here, too]
-- Jing-san?
[but he does address her when he realizes her presence]
post-storm
[he didn't do much. at least, not compared to those who traversed into the very center of the storm. all he did was stay on the outer edges of it, dodging flying debris and keeping an eye on his fellow circle members. it was almost instinct, the way he watched them, reminiscent of the days he'd observe the battlefield like a hawk to make sure his teammates were fighting to their best abilities. some habits are just hard to break. leader mode is one of them]
[his clothes are torn around his arms and legs, shallow scrapes slicing into his skin and trickling small drops of blood. he looks disheveled, hair windswept and wild, and as soon as he finds a place to sit down he is plopping right into it with a deep sigh. and because of that, it might take him a moment to realize Jing is here, too]
-- Jing-san?
[but he does address her when he realizes her presence]