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[Open] 🚬 June Flames

Who: Dabi & others
What: June Catch-All
When: Various
Where: June

Content Warnings: Potential mentions of domestic/child abuse, potential mentions of murder, violence, adult language or subjects

Notes: General and specific starters will be below. More to come, including event prompts. Contact under cut.

If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's CR plotting post or his Event plotting post (tbd), hit me up on my contacts – Plurk (

StarSeed69) / Discord (StarSeed#3572) – shoot me a PM, or drop an ooc comment down below, and we’ll hash it out. I'm down to write a unique starter for our threads if you prefer.

NOTE: I'll be with limited computer access the first week of June, and will get event prompts up when I return.

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Too bad.

[dabi curbs the desire to burn him up for it. there are other ways of getting what he wants, and to be honest, it's a passing curiosity desire at best. better to keep the ally for use later on than burn the proverbial bridge, literally, now.]

Right. Ya ever come across a spare one, lemme know.

[something of a compromise.]

[Thankfully Dabi seems to see reason. He's not eager to get into a fight right now - he's injured and also he kind of likes this grumpy guy. It'd be a shame to fight him. He nods and smiles.]

If I find one, I'll let you know.

[He knows it's unlikely, but there's always a chance. Especially in a place like this, where 'impossible' seems to not really be a relevant word.]

... Huh. The pain is fading faster than I thought. Is that due to that thing you had me swallow?

[he's insane, not stupid. another day, when he wasn't drained from having a demon sucking his healthy out via his nightmares, leaving him injured and insomniac, he might've thought himself able to take this guy. but now? nope.

gonna slink off and nurse his wounds while waiting for a better option.]

Good. I'll keep that in mind.

[might check in every now and then. shit washes up on the shores pretty frequently, if you want to brave the beaches.]

Uh-huh. That's what a painkiller does.

[Good plan, Dabi. On that note, he smiles.]

Well, thank you for that. We don't have much of that where I'm from, just some herbs that can be used for that purpose.

... I never introduced myself, did I? After all this time... I've been quite rude. My name is Nara'a.

[There's just been so much going on... he forgot basic courtesy. Not that he thinks it matters that much in this situation, but it's still nice to be polite when he can be!]

[a brief flicker of blue flame washes over his hand again, burning away anything else that might be clinging to his skin. with the other man no longer threatening to bleed out or crack his burned skin, dabi's got no more use for the medicines. he puts the rest of his supplies back in the bag and ties it up, then leaves it in the sink until he's ready to go. nara'a will have to make do with other aid elsewhere.]

That's how it started in my world. Eat a few plants and ya doped for hours.

[really easy to do things if you lacked pain or inhibitions. things those plants could certainly "remove" for a little while.

he glances over to the man as he turns around and rests the back of his hips against the sink edge.]

Dabi.

[could've gone nameless, wasn't important, but if he wants something to to call him by, whatever.]

[He watches the flames, still fascinated by the man's control over them. How much aether does he burn to do that? How long must he have practiced to not hurt himself with it? Sure, he can see that there's injury on the other, but the way he controls it now...]

[He pulls himself from his thoughts.]

Well, I know alchemists that are very good at making potions... perhaps one day they'll get to the point of a small capsule.

[Technology! It's interesting, even if he knows they're far behind compared to other civilizations.]

[But finally, a name.]

Dabi. I'll remember that. ... Do you need anything right now? I could apply things if you need.

[would it hurt his pride if he found out the answer was "none"? ... oy, does he look like he hasn't hurt himself with it? though that latter question has a convoluted, tragic, and nasty answer. a conversation to get into at another time, for sure. it's true he's got control of it now. so long as he doesn't overuse it, he'll be fine.

even if that's the proverbial linchpin.]

Gel capsules, yeah. [those things usually associated with fish oil and other more vitamin-like fare rather than medical drug tablets and pills. that said, condensing a potion into a capsule... it's an interesting image.

hah, yeah don't go bitching about their technology being limited when they got, you know, fucking magic. you could say other worlds are "far behind" because they're actually limited to technology. without magic. so sad for them.]

I'm good. [his arm is still bandaged, and the bruises on his body plus the limp isn't going to go away with some kind of ointment or application. he'll take a painkiller in a bit.] You're the one who took the damage.

[Tragic backstory is what he specializes in listening to. But he isn't going to pry, not now. He watches the other move around and keeps an eye out for any sort of injured moving... but he doesn't see anything. He's glad, since that was the whole point of him taking the damage.]

[Still, things here are weird. He's not certain.]

Yeah... just wanted to make sure. I don't want to send you off without helping you, if I can.

[Maybe he's a little too concerned over someone he just met, but this is just how he is. He can't help but feel protective over everyone he meets.]

[asides from the limp on one side, dabi's not showing much more wear and tear outside of the bandages and covered bruises. aka: nothing more than he came in with. so nara'a's succeeded in being his heroic self and protecting the other person. he's not getting thanks for it though, just some treatment of his own.]

If ya that keen on helpin me, then let's say ya owe me a favor later on.

[on the one hand, he could brush it off, but if this guy's going to be concerned with repayment enough to keep bringing it up (and turning down the wardrobe rock), then dabi offers another solution.

certainly isn't ascribing to the "being protected" part...]

[It's in his nature. But he considers the offer for a moment. Owe someone like him a favor? He's not sure that's a good idea. He's heroic, not stupid. Hmmm...]

Fine, but I get the chance to reject it if I think it's going to hurt people.

[And 'hurt' is broad intentionally. He's not going to do something for the other without consideration.]

But that works. You did something for me, I'll do something for you.

[He'd give Dabi one if he had an empty one, but he doesn't. He's not that good at aetheric engineering.]

[you'd be surprised how much heroic and stupid tend to go hand in hand. though the way those wheels are going around in those eyes, dabi's guessing that second offer is up for processing.

a brow arches at the caveat. hn... so he's not stupid.]

Deal.

[he'll keep it in his back pocket, proverbially, until he needs it later. might be something benign, but will likely be to his advantage regardless.]

Kinda how this place works.

[he pushes off the counter and sweeps the bag off onto his wrist, hand grasping around the handles after to double grip it.]

Unless ya got somethin else, I'm leavin.

[He nods, amused at the eyebrow raise. He's dealt with politics before - he knows his way around a deal. He works to hide the quirk of a smile - he doesn't think Dabi would be too impressed with it.]

Yeah, there's not really much of a money system here, huh?

[Deals and trading... not something he's unused to, though he does miss the flexibility of having a large amount of cash available.]

No, I'm good. You take care of yourself.

[well, he doesn't have carte blanche on the favor, but in some cases, having a favor owed can be better than getting an item for his efforts. all in all, it's been a fair trade, especially since nara'a took the majority of the damage in this entire event.]

Nah. Money's mostly a curiosity people like to trade for.

[some sleepers like it for nostalgic value. but the way the locals want blood most often is annoying... dabi likes the money system as well, since it's easier to acquire.

anyways. he merely lifts his hand and heads for the door.]

Close the house up when you leave. I wanna keep the tub.

[and he can't exactly move it to his own place, so... it stays here.]

Yeah... it's shiny, I get it.

[All the money he knows - at least common money - is gil. Shiny gold coins. He can see why they'd be prized in a place like this.]

[He doesn't stop Dabi when he starts heading out, only nods and stretches a little bit.]

Yeah, I will. There a lock on the door I should check, or just pull it closed?

Uh-huh.

[dabi's world has both paper and coin, so it's got some sentimental value with people from worlds like his own. not that he says much about it unless he feels a trader would be interested.]

Yeah, there's a lock on the doorknob. Twist it and then pull the door shut.

Got it. I'll probably head out soon.

[This 'painkiller' is really doing what it advertises and he's very much enjoying that.]

I'll see you around?

[It's phrased as a question, even if it isn't really one. Trench isn't all that big, compared to a lot of places he's been.]

Maybe.

[that's all he's gonna say as he walks down the stairs, spiky hair getting lower and lower until it disappears along with his shoulders and the rest of his lanky form. the door shuts behind him a few seconds later and dabi takes his leave.

fuck... he's gonna sleep for two goddamn days to recover from this.]

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