Johnny Lawrence (
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Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone
Who: Johnny, Daniel, Ortus, Gideon Nav's Exquisite Corpse, Paul, Kaworu, Deku, Harrow, Maybe more?
What: Kidnapping, Forced Adoption, Getting these kids away from the Emperor
When: Shortly after boatgate
Where: The Bone House and Cobra Kai
Content Warnings: Probably references to Murder, Manipulation, Johnny Lawrence.
Prompts and Mingle will be in the comments.
What: Kidnapping, Forced Adoption, Getting these kids away from the Emperor
When: Shortly after boatgate
Where: The Bone House and Cobra Kai
Content Warnings: Probably references to Murder, Manipulation, Johnny Lawrence.
Prompts and Mingle will be in the comments.
We don't need no education (Johnny and Daniel)
Unfortunately he knew he was in over his head. His 2009 Challenger couldn't fit all the kids in it and they had a lot of stuff too. That was his main concern, it had nothing to do with throwing down a guy who could literally summon an army of skeletons. He wasn't afraid of that shit. He was not a fucking pussy.
But because of that he started to march over to his old rivals home and prepared a message on his omni so the illegal kick using asshole would know he's coming.]
LaRusso. I need your fucking truck. It better be unlocked with the keys in the ignition by the time I get there.
[Could he have been more specific? Yes. Was he going to be? Probably not.]
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We don't need no thought control (Open)
Alright nerds, listen up! We're piling out of this shit hole so get your asses out here. Let's go, go, go!
[That's how you announce you're moving out, right? By giving no actual details that you're here to help the kids.
Ortus the guy outside looked like he already had most of the kids stuff packed up already so Johnny doesn't waste any time grabbing anything but he sees Gideon just laying on the couch and assumes she slept through his little shouting spree. (She's dead.) So he's just going to haul her up in over his shoulder and starts heading toward the door.]
[Once he's got what he came for. He comes back with a can of spray paint and makes sure to spray paint a dick on the wall along with "Suck it Black Eyes." underneath it.]
no dark sarcasm in the classroom (open, in the truck on the way back)
A lot sure has happened today. A lot that Daniel sure did not anticipate when he woke up this morning. But now, an entire sudden house
kidnappingevacuation and everything that comes with it later, and a bunch of kid he either doesn't or only half knows in the back of mister Miyagi's old truck, he figures he's just got to deal with it.And since he figures he is one of the people with the least stakes in this situation and therefore probably one of the least upset, he should probably do something here to try and lighten the situation a little bit for everyone else. It's probably awkward to do anything too personal, since he doesn't know them well, but..
Well, there's one thing he can do here, isn't there. ]
So I know today has probably been.. a lot for all of you. [ Understatement of the year. ] And I know most of you don't really know me much, but.. there's apparently a slushie shop on the corner there. Anyone's got a favourite flavour?
[ Yes, this is an awkward Dad Attempt at soothing and connecting!! Sue him!! ]
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oh no i think he's done... rip broccoli boy...
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all in all you're just another brick in the wall (open)
Cold, implacable anger hums in the set of his shoulders, but he sets the crate down with exaggerated care, as if it contains the most fragile of spun baubles, and straightens to look at the approaching newcomers. With his sword belted at his waist, his muffling outer robes shed, and standing at his full height and breadth, Ortus - for one of the first times in the whole of his life - cuts an intimidating figure.
Ortus recognizes one of the men who emerges from the vehicle. It does not set him at ease. He only nods, once, in acknowledgment.]
Sensei Lawrence.
[A man Gideon had spoken highly of, when she showed off her second place trophy, the first award for her merit she had ever received, which rests now in the careful swaddling of bedsheets inside one of the packed crates. The Beast of the Locked Tomb could arrive on this doorstep promising to bear away that and the rest of their precious cargo, and Ortus would accept its offered hand.]
If you have come to offer aid, we require transportation from this place.
[The man he was in life would have paused there, in hesitance, awaiting an answer. Ortus forges on as if it is already given, and much like one who would, if denied, seek to educate himself rapidly on the theft and operation of trucks.]
My Lady is resting. I will fetch her when we depart. The silver-haired child has refused to listen to me.
Gideon [he falters, only a moment, and his black eyes are hideous with it as his hand rises to brush the sunglasses hanging from the collar of his robes] lies in state inside. We will not leave her here.
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you! yes, you, behind the bikesheds! stand still, laddy!
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just nod if you can hear me (Oscar)
In the aftermath of their flight from the house, Paul drifts within himself like a mote of dust suspended in still air. He exists between his breaths in near-perfect meditative abstraction, all sensory awareness without thought. He could catch a knife thrown at him like this, and not falter in his control. Consciousness-without-consciousness is a refuge he has never hidden in so completely.
That is the only reason he doesn't flinch when the truck veers close enough to a pane of glass for him to catch his own eyes and find them, instead, no longer so.]
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you are only coming through in waves (Johnny)
It's the second night, when he curls up on a narrow cot (with two t-shirts balled up under a flat pillow), that the dreams come back.
He throws his blanket off, fitfully, sweat tacking his loose sleeping clothes to his skin as his temperature rises. He twists on the cot as he mumbles words never fully articulated, his face crumpling with distress - until Paul arches his back with a sharp cry, fingertips flaring into points of flame in the dark.]
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i have seen the writing on the wall (open + closed; one week later)
for harrow.
More references to corpse.
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open
cw: mentions of past suicide
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Hey you, don't help them to bury the light (open)
In the end he didn't want to be there. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't really want to be anywhere. Except maybe back in a time and place where none of this ever happened. Look at him, acting like a sentimental human, trying to hide from the pain of the world instead of accepting it as is. A place like that would be nothing but a dream.
Eventually, he tears himself from Gideon and the safety her presence brings to go settle in a corner. He pulls his the hood of his oversized sweatshirt over messy silver hair as thought it creates a wall between him and the rest of the world, shadows covering up the seven red eyes that remain from the corruption of everything that happened on the beach.
He's been such a fool. How does one make up for past sins when you cannot redo?]
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anytime after kaworupost and callout posts
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cw: mentions of past abuse
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mha spoilers
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I don't need no arms around me
He and Paul do not move as one. Midoriya leaves Paul on the dead grass and stalks, animal-like, in Johnny's wake. As then, Midoriya and his jumpsuit are a wreck, but washed and bandaged. His eyes are still milk-white and pupil-less, Corruption defying the rules of physiology, and rimmed with shadows. His hands are tipped with glove-ruining claws, and his fangs cut lips unused to having them. (He remembers stalking recklessly into a house that could be a trap, and a finger on a screen pointing at him with a grin.)
He straightens and checks in the doorway out of habit, reflex, the armor on his shoes likely to put scratches in the floor--the only damage he has ever dealt to God's house, even during Paul's rager of a birthday party. It's not a house rule here, but Midoriya has always removed his shoes in every house he's stepped in, whether he was wearing just his sneakers or fully kitted in his hero gear as he is now.
There is no need. He prowls inside with purpose. He sees Gideon on the couch, his eyes dash away from someone he failed to save, he looks again because he has to, again, and she is not covered in saltwater and sand this time, and all his purpose leaves him.
He remains standing and does not double over, but he subtly buckles like a doll held up by only one thin string. Saltwater floods the moons of his eyes.
Continued and closed to Kaworu
Teacher--John--proved himself to have little regard for the life Midoriya makes it his business to protect. He wielded other people's lives like tools and made enemies of so many on that beach. Midoriya wouldn't put it past him to use someone in his care as a hostage against those who would leave him or set themselves against him. It is too easy for this man(?) to threaten someone at a distance without warning.
Midoriya does not know why Kaworu would, as Ortus mentioned, choose to stay. Kaworu did not answer his frantic messages either.
He climbs the stairs he so often bounded up in his socks with the others in haste and play (Gideon likely to slide down the banister). His shoes thump the familiar path to Kaworu's (and Paul's--not Paul's, not now) room. He knocks to announce his presence, if his familiar footsteps didn't already, and enters. (His body and mind almost expect to find the boys twined in sleep that he would do his best not to disturb while joining them after a long shift, or perhaps awake and inviting.)
"Kaworu-kun?" he says lowly and softly.
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cw: metaphorical description of being gutted
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mha manga spoilers
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The wall was too high, as you can see (Open)
But she'd been a part of that cursed voyage, not a passenger but inextricably involved all the same. And somehow the thought of all these people, abandoned and betrayed by that man... it's something worth protecting. No, this new home where, against all expectations, she had found comrades, tenderness, and love, isn't something she's prepared to give up on quite yet, or rather, the thought of losing it entirely hurts more than the balm of isolation could soothe.
She sleeps in a tent outside. She comes in the first morning, eyes sweeping the dingy warehouse from the door frame, and steps in as though she owns the place. ]
Where the fuck's the kitchen? And where do I bathe?
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when i was a child i had a fever (gideon, big boy, stasya)
The last few days have been different. She's no easier to find, but she is not hidden in one of Paul's pockets or curled against his collarbone. She is a tiny flicker of dark motion at the corner of other's eyes, as silent as the smoke she's made of, and every time someone turns to catch her out she is already gone. There are many places for a mouse to hide in a place like this one.]
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