((Man alive, big same. I was not happy that Star and Stripe got so easily wiped off the board as basically a quick fix to AFO/Shiggy being as supremely broken in terms of power as he is. I could wax poetic about it but I'll save that for another time.)) ---
[Dabi is smart, Ochako will give him that if she were in her right mind. Dealing with whatever Beast she may become, especially one with a certain level of control over her quirk...it'd be unwise to deal with that in close proximity. And if it mutated her quirk on top of everything else, removing the need for touch to activate... He's playing it smart by only enticing her within reason - Beasts don't tend to have the capability to differentiate between friend, foe, or anything in between. Meat is meat.
It's impressive though, Ochako's control. There's real effort being put in to keep her fingertips from touching together, sharpened teeth cutting into her lips and allowing a thing trickle of blood as she sets her jaw and growls. Growls as he comes closer, because there's a fragment of her that is still in there, that is still fighting hard. That tiny piece that can still see the true villain in front of her right now...who she'd love to rake her claws into, drag down his scarred up, blackened body, then fling him and his innards so far out to space, and--ugh...fuck...no!
Ochako stumbles forward, her hands falling onto the ground to catch herself, clawed fingers digging into the gravel and making dust and tiny pebbles start to float, but it's better than trying to force her hands apart. At least now, she's ground enough that she can breathe a little, try to get away, run, call for help...something. Being here's not smart, not when she's like this. Deku was right all along, it's better to just isolate when you're losing yourself to the Corruption, to the Evil.
When he gets close, right next to her, Ochako's head turns away from him, and her body follows, leaning away almost like a cat would when it's not wanting to be touched, or pet. But her pupils dilate into thin slits, and her body goes stiff for a half second before she paws at his arm and hisses through those sharp teeth.]
That...true?
[Seems something about a poor mother, having to fend for her children, not having enough...giving up her own meals so the little ones can eat...that resonates with the young Hero. Does he know? He wouldn't, unless he dug deep into her records, but Ochako's actually been through something similar to his story before, all her life. She's a poor girl, having had to go without proper meals for most of her life, her parents working themselves to the bone to provide for her. How many times has a young Ochako seen her mother and father stressed, tired, and barely eating a thing while she had the largest portion?
Her eyes are so wide, the pupil practically lost to the milky white as they slide up towards the poor idiot still hovering, kicking and flailing as if trying to fly his way in any direction. He's screaming and cursing, accusing Dabi of "lying through his ass" and other profanities, but she's watching him like how a lioness would a particularly nice looking carcass, his words buzzing like nothing but static. There's fury in those eyes, a deep hatred that's unmistakable as she slowly rises again.
Her eyes don't leave that wriggling worm for a second.]
eyup, she's the cursed plushie (it's fine, he just rolled around in the dirt again).
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[Dabi is smart, Ochako will give him that if she were in her right mind. Dealing with whatever Beast she may become, especially one with a certain level of control over her quirk...it'd be unwise to deal with that in close proximity. And if it mutated her quirk on top of everything else, removing the need for touch to activate... He's playing it smart by only enticing her within reason - Beasts don't tend to have the capability to differentiate between friend, foe, or anything in between. Meat is meat.
It's impressive though, Ochako's control. There's real effort being put in to keep her fingertips from touching together, sharpened teeth cutting into her lips and allowing a thing trickle of blood as she sets her jaw and growls. Growls as he comes closer, because there's a fragment of her that is still in there, that is still fighting hard. That tiny piece that can still see the true villain in front of her right now...who she'd love to rake her claws into, drag down his scarred up, blackened body, then fling him and his innards so far out to space, and--ugh...fuck...no!
Ochako stumbles forward, her hands falling onto the ground to catch herself, clawed fingers digging into the gravel and making dust and tiny pebbles start to float, but it's better than trying to force her hands apart. At least now, she's ground enough that she can breathe a little, try to get away, run, call for help...something. Being here's not smart, not when she's like this. Deku was right all along, it's better to just isolate when you're losing yourself to the Corruption, to the Evil.
When he gets close, right next to her, Ochako's head turns away from him, and her body follows, leaning away almost like a cat would when it's not wanting to be touched, or pet. But her pupils dilate into thin slits, and her body goes stiff for a half second before she paws at his arm and hisses through those sharp teeth.]
That...true?
[Seems something about a poor mother, having to fend for her children, not having enough...giving up her own meals so the little ones can eat...that resonates with the young Hero. Does he know? He wouldn't, unless he dug deep into her records, but Ochako's actually been through something similar to his story before, all her life. She's a poor girl, having had to go without proper meals for most of her life, her parents working themselves to the bone to provide for her. How many times has a young Ochako seen her mother and father stressed, tired, and barely eating a thing while she had the largest portion?
Her eyes are so wide, the pupil practically lost to the milky white as they slide up towards the poor idiot still hovering, kicking and flailing as if trying to fly his way in any direction. He's screaming and cursing, accusing Dabi of "lying through his ass" and other profanities, but she's watching him like how a lioness would a particularly nice looking carcass, his words buzzing like nothing but static. There's fury in those eyes, a deep hatred that's unmistakable as she slowly rises again.
Her eyes don't leave that wriggling worm for a second.]