[Open] 🚬 July Flames

[burnitblack]

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

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

Notes: General and specific starters and event prompts are found below. Contact under cut.

If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's CR meme post or his Event plotting post, 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.

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Light it up and Let it burn~

[burnitblack]

Prompt 1 ... GOOD AND EVIL

① [can't really say it wasn't interesting. the upward spike in aggression, a wave of crime and violence that was almost uncharacteristic of trench. people are usually battling monsters or corrupted influences in a more grand scale, not punching someone over a raw deal or all out attacking a store that served them poorly. from petty violence to larger attempts at grievous harm, the heatwave brought changes to the place he really wasn't prepared for. in the negative sense, at least. positively, the sudden sweep of villainous behavior reminded him immediately of home. far more a clash between the "good and evil" of society waging war between hero and villain with the public caught in between. certainly felt familiar as he moved out to indulge in the chaos curving through the streets.

it's the scene above that brings in the first sign that something isn't right. there's smoke in the sky, drifting upward above an ominous blue glow behind the trees as flecks and specks of blue light flicker into the air. the occasional scream of birds or the thudding of animals escaping into the foliage as they flee from the approaching heat. that simmering dread upon realizing that something is coming, something that all nature itself dreads. fire. a great and terrible heat erupting in large swaths of raging blue flames through the forests, consuming the trees and underbrush with little regard to how far and wide the devastation will spread.

situated within each additional outbreak of that azure hell is a dark-clothed man centered in the flames, hand on a tree or rock nearby as he watches without any real care the fire spreading outward from his place. it leaps from tree to tree, bush to bush, crawls across the ground in an all-consuming hunger that refuses to be stopped. the city itself is where the beats come to attack and invade, so what then if something from the city brings the destruction and terror to their domain? nah, it's not that he's some heroic type; this is pure revenge and chaotic delight, enabling him to inflict this kind of devastation as a spiteful response to the beings that ripped him from his world, trapped him here, and occasional besot him with challenges and monsters. what's that adage about playing with fire?]

② [it wasn't the first time he's stolen something. spent a whole month doing that and sits now on the immense spoils of that effort. but it doesn't mean dabi's ceased with the occasional theft, ranging from shops and stalls for food en passe or robbing from clinics for medical supplies because he can. yet with this new wave of violence and the general disorder spilling into the streets, there's the potential for making off with some rewards under the radar. whether he's able to break into the store with a few attempts at the locks are simply forgoes niceties and blasts through the doors with his flames is a coin toss for each instance. though unlike his previous thievery run, this time there's no effort to hold himself back.

hands in his pockets, a duffel bag of stolen supplies thrown over one shoulder, dabi emerges from the smoke and strides down the middle of the street, backlit by the blue flames bursting out of shop windows and pouring upwards in a hateful hunger towards and out of the rooftops. walls themselves are starting to melt from the intense heat of the azure fires, oozing molten concrete and stone onto the sidewalks as shattered glass littering the ground quickly melts into slag. he looks might fine with this chaos in his wake, a tourguide from hell emerging from the devastated street behind him. only to pause and glance to the side as a new target of interest piques his attention. guess one more wouldn't hurt...]

Mombo #2

[bleedformeplz]

[Her wish is coming true. Finally, a world she can do whatever she wants. In this mist of chaos, Himiko is skipping along in the shadows and corners. There was some dry blood on her blouse and skirt. Painted with blood, it was hard to tell whether it belong to her or not. Her trusty dagger twirled on one hand, then retracted, to remain hidden. Her grin brighter than the sun, stretching from ear to ear. If this is heaven, keep her here please.

Well, if anything screamed 'Dabi is here', it's those blue flames reaching to the sky. Her smile continues to beam, hand over her eyes while looking up all 'aow'. Dabi, Dabi, Dabi. He's having a blast too. Without a moment waste, Himiko skips happily towards the blazing flames. Eventually, she stops in reaching distance, the flames look pretty wild! Instead, she will stand-by and watch Dabi merging out of those flames like a bad ass.]

Hey! You-hooo!

[She's flapping her arms like a bird to him, anything to get his attention.]

What you up to?

wombo combo~

[burnitblack]

[nah, this ain't a world they can do "whatever they want"; it's just some damn event that's going on making everyone else act crazy. but hey, why not enjoy the brief time they have and treat it exactly like that kind of world? the sun's gonna come out tomorrow, same as it did today, and they're gonna be there, so how about they show up with a smile and some good memories, huh. make it worth waking up to. leave some carnage in the wake cause no one's gonna come after them for it.

it's that sudden voice that pulls his attention to the side and dabi quirks a brow when the shadows spill away from a familiar sight. same school-girl outfit, as if innocence is walking from the alley. and yet the bloodsplatters all over those clothes and her grinning face catching in the reflection of that long wicked knife-- oh wait, she doesn't have it. huh, probably hidden up her sleeve somewhere. literally. nothing like blood and innocence to scream "toga himiko" to the world. he wonders if she ever found the rest of her gear...

ah well. dabi turns towards the bird-like flapping arms. ya got his attention.]

Goin shoppin. [pats the duffel bag at his side. smart ass.] You?

Re: wombo combo~

[bleedformeplz]

Dating.

[Clamping both hands behind her, fingers entwine, while blushing. Dabi knows her. Her knife is somewhere on her.]

Was. [She quickly confess with a satisfy grin.] They... checked out early for the night. [Early retirement or rest, whoops. She's pretty sure he can put two and two together. She looks pass Dabi to the blazing flames from his wake. That fire of his never cease to amaze her, and a good reminder he can roast anyone at any given time. After a good glance, her gaze returns him.]

And, I'm bored again.

[As she exhales a long sigh. Take her out asshole.]

[burnitblack]

[dating. that gets a snort out of him. he knows all about her version of "dating" and "liking" someone, so the single-word answer basically sums up what himiko's been doing. should've guessed.]

You got some of your date still on ya.

[or perhaps the remains of many dates. who knows with her. leaving the middle of the street behind, he walks towards her, joining his ally on the sidewalk for the time being.]

Figures. [bored already. her bloodlust has such a quick fall after enjoying the high. afterglow must suck for her. dabi tilts his head in invitation as he starts walking down the street, aiming for a store further past the building they're beside.]

Ya know this ain't how most people act here. It's only gonna last for a week or two.

[bleedformeplz]

Shut up!

[That's like saying-- Never mind! It's embarrassing, thanks Dabi. She's still smiling, flushing, and her bloodlust isn't on cooldown yet.

She skips by his side, hands swaying on both sides, opposite yet in rhythm. At the moment, Dabi's been in this world for quite some time meaning... he owns the info. Himiko's job, collect much information as possible about this world and the people.]

Oh really~? [She's been wondering about that. Yes, it's been a great ride for her, blending with the chaos. Peering around, studying some people, some she didn't expect to pass as that.] What happens after week two?

[Do some of these people return to their normality? Do they remain as they are now? Or... reflect themselves? She is genially curious.]

Please don't say everything 'poofs' to normal like some bad dream.

2. lmk if this works~

[floatsaway]

[Whether it be fate or coincidence, Dabi's not the only one at the target of his next arson, nor was he the first to think to rob the place. But the shop is already vacant aside from someone stepping out from a broken window, suit dirty and scuffed in a number of places. Not to mention the various splatters of blood marring the white, or mixing with the pink. Ochako, or in this instance Uravity stumbles to the ground, yanking her arm, and the wired grappling hook holding a Trenchie by the neck over the broken glass and sharp pieces of metal. They would scream louder, probably, if their face wasn't going from red to purple by how that wire tightens and cuts into their airway, hands scrambling for any purchase to try and loosen it.

They cry, they plead, they beg...and the young lady is deaf to it all. She's practically hunched over as she drags both herself and her capture over the gravel, mumbling nonsense to herself about 'tying them up' and the like. For what? Well, she hisses and snarls a lot about Bakugou, someone this poor local has never even met. Her usually chocolate brown eyes are dark, ashy, and the pupils like slits - dilating and opening as she tries to focus. The Corruption has clearly taken hold of Ochako, claws on the ends of her fingers and teeth starting to form jagged points past her dry lips.

Eventually, the poor idiot catches sight of Dabi and cries out for help. Ironic, really, but Ochako does pause, at least, and look up, though her gaze is partially vacant as she stares at Dabi, as if waiting to see what he does. Like a cat, almost, or a lioness...stark still and ready to pounce if he does anything her twisted mind would categorize as unjust.]

[burnitblack]

[a vacant store wouldn't have been all that surprising; he's aware looting is one of the first things on anyone's mind when it comes to chaotic times. the self-serving nature of humans often surges forward on instinct to protect "me" and "mine" from anything that might show up. so sure, hording, grabbing, looting, all of that is something he'd expect to see either in progress or merely the aftermath of.

what dabi's not expecting to see... is a hero gone bad. it's enough to give even his mind a pause. first out of surprise and wonder at whether it's even real. hallucination isn't a bad guess? but then, no... it's certainly real. he can tell this isn't toga in disguise either, due to the look on the girl's face. so it really is her. uraraka ochako. gone off the deep end into villainy.

ya know, that's pretty fucking messed up. and amusing at the same time... good thing he's wired. a quick flick of the switch and the small camera he arrived with (part of his gear) starts filming. this is stuff he doesn't want to lose. the blood on her body and costume, the way she's staggering out of the building, dragging that poor son of a bitch behind her who's clawing at his throat and going purple below his bulging eyes. guy can't even scream since he's being throttled by a garotte.

huh, wonder if she knew she could use them that way before...

so this is what corruption looks like. dabi had gone straight to beasthood that one time, so this is an element of it he skipped. then again, given his own villainous state, wouldn't you say he's pretty corrupted already? ... eh, he's missing the pointy parts she's sporting.

when ochako looks up at him, thanks to the victimized bastard pointing and pleading mid-suffocation, dabi meets her eyes, his eyes cool and at ease with the sight in front of him. then merely tilts his head to the side, a smirk appearing on his face as he lifts his arm, fist in the air, and gives the indication for her to pull her own arm upward, pantomiming the indication of a hanged man.]

Higher, kid. Ya lettin the "rope" slack.

[floatsaway]

[She absolutely did not, because the heinous thought never once occurred to Ochako when she was in her right mind. Her wires were for movement, and to make small to medium sized weapons and projectiles with her quirk. 'Zero Satellites' was one of her newer moves, a mix of her quirk and a few sweeping motions a'la learned martial arts. In that way, her 'satellites' became both defensive and offensive when attacked in close quarters. Ochako knows she's a melee fighter mostly, so adding some range to her repertoire has always been on her mind. Or...it was.

Right now, the only thing on her mind is a twisted sense of justice and doing the 'right thing'. Her breathing is ragged, eyes squinting as if trying to gain focus past the haze of...everything. It's clear that the poor girl is in there, but barely. Barely able to claw herself out from the hold of Corruption and the Evil that's taken hold. The man gurgles something, his gaze now a hard and hateful glower at Dabi, and Ochako snaps her attention to him.

Higher? She can do that.]

Right... [Her voice is like a growl, strangled out between a row of sharpening teeth. The wire retracts, and the poor idiot holds his throat and wheezes for breath, scrambling away, but not nearly fast enough. It's barely two steps Ochako takes before she grabs the guy's head and smacks it hard into the ground, causing him to splutter and choke even more against a now possibly busted nose, then lets go.] Higher.

[The bastard shouts as he tries again to run, but starts to float upwards in Zero Gravity, flailing and grabbing wildly at air to try and get back down. He goes up, up, and up some more. Thirty feet - which is still a dangerous height, but survivable...probably. If he doesn't fall on his head.]

[burnitblack]

[ngl, from a meta perspective, her zero satellites super move is a really damn good move. shows the applications of her quirk are far more varied than she usually gets credit for. then again, she's also constrained by the morals of a hero, so the more fatal, villainous aspects of her quirk will go un-utilized by anyone but afo stealing it or toga replicating it... either way, she needs more screen time and her battle with toga should be a good combo of action + emotion. and now back to reality.

dabi slips his hands into his pockets, watching as her brain began to put two and two together. he even gives his hand a few tugs to indication what he's suggestion. not entirely sure she's all in there right now, though it seems like she's trying to fight against the corruption. that, at least, he can relate to. not sympathize with, but he does understand the struggle, not wanting to be controlled by some outside influence. been there, done that. not fun. still gonna take advantage of it cause he can.

as for the man glaring at him, dabi merely lowers his arm and flicks the stranger off.]

Fuck you.

[he'd've burnt this asshole to cinders long before now, but it seems uravity the beast has him well under hand by now. who's he to snub a virgin hero's first murder? wow, nasty set of chompers she's got there. it's amusing to see her body changing, as if to try and separate her innocent self from the changeling under the influence right now. she can look back and say "that wasn't me!" later on. the wire pulls back and dabi lifts his eyes with a flicker of interest and mad delight in his cool gaze. there she goes, dribbling his head on the ground like a badass knocking some calm into a struggling captive.]

Betcha they didn't teach ya that in hero school.

[oh? the guy had enough breath to shout and run? too bad for him. dabi tilts his head back to watch him float up in the air, flashbacks to what himiko told the league, about what she did during the battle against re-destro's group. so that's what it looked like. about what he imagined. flailing and floating, unable to get free, without the presence of mind to grab the cord holding onto him and pull himself back down... dabi's half-burned lips curve in a small smile. high enough to be fatal, but only potentially. so rather than risk the avoidance of death, he simply waits for her to get the man higher. 50 ft oughta do it.]

Go on. Drop him. Pretty sure I heard him call ya a friendless bitch.

i don't have good icons for this thread sob... evil!ochako is literally kirby with a knife

[floatsaway]

[If I don't get an Ochako super move mixing her quirk and martial arts together, Horikoshi himself will eat my wholeass fist, so help me god. Now onto the sports, with Dabi.

Not a Beast quite yet, but she's definitely standing outside its cave with a fluorescent neon sign saying "HERE I AM", just waiting for it to wake up. And while Dabi looks positively tickled right now, Ochako's face is impassive and stoic, as if she really were just being tugged around by the single thread of what make her her - being a Hero. But even that has been so twisted and blackened it borders the unjust and insane, and how her pupils seem to change from tiny slits to rounded, black orbs...how her clawed fingers twitch and shake with the internal struggle of the girl trying desperately to grasp the reigns of her control back from the monster she's slowly becoming... It shows she's grasping for whatever she can to remain human.

Uraraka Ochako doesn't go down without a fight, and for a moment, a single fraction of a second, her head snaps up to look at Dabi , lips peeling back over those sharpened teeth, muscles tense and ready to spring on him out of the anger, hatred, and digust she feels for the man before her right now. The real monster of a man who's pushing her over the edge, or trying to. This time, when she tears her eyes off him, it's almost like someone jerked her head back, and she stumbles a little gasping before her hands start to come together, trembling, fighting...]

Can't. I--...can't!

[She does want to kill. Ochako can't...or maybe the version of her right now can't? Because the Hero is pulling back with all her might. If Dabi wants a show, he's gonna have to put in just as much effort.]

2. RIP NPCs

[detonating]

[It's chaos, everywhere he goes. He's supposed to care, but he doesn't. Stopping violence and crimes from being committed should be the first things on Bakugou Katsuki's agenda, but they aren't. Not anymore.

He doesn't give a fuck about any of 'em.

Random screams in the distance, or the shatter of glass nearby... frankly it's all music to ears that are entirely accustomed to loud noises being in them constantly. It was fucking freeing, too, to have finally allowed himself to blast the face of the stupid son of a bitch that dared to not fucking look where he was going when he was running from whatever the hell he was running from. Plowed right into him, and for once, Katsuki was able to make him pay for that shit without even a second thought or an ounce of that ridiculous fucking hero guilt. No idea if that guy is even alive to tell the tale, and that's just fine by him. It felt good, to finally just fucking let loose on someone who deserved it.

Speaking of people who would fucking deserve it...

A familiar silhouette appears in the cloud of smoke that's billowed into the street he's walking down the side of, and as it gets closer, Katsuki stops for a moment right in the middle of the road. To wait and see.

It's him. Dabi. Just the sight of that patch-work piece of shit has the blood pumping through his veins is white hot with adrenaline-- an overwhelming sense of hate and rage. His mind is flashing with memories... to the blue fire in the woods, to Dabi's hand around his throat, Izuku screaming and the looks on all of their faces, to Kamino... and the the hatred roiling deep inside of the teenager takes over. His teeth grit, grinding hard into each other and crimson eyes narrow as he watches Dabi's attention cast sidelong to someone else, some person on the other side of the road... and just a beat's worth of time later, he brings one arm up to take aim with his Grenadier bracer.]

HEY DABI!! [Because while he might be nearly blinded in his fury, it isn't Katsuki's style to sneak attack just anyone. This move isn't going to take that bastard out--he'd be fucking stupid to assume such a thing, but if by chance it actually did? He wants Dabi to know who it came from. Where it came from.] EAT SHIT!

[Katsuki's teeth are bared in a blood thirsty grin as his hand comes up, gloved finger hooking through the pin. Then, without even a hint of hesitation or thought for the unfortunate bystander, he pulls it.

BOOM!

The blond is throwing his arms back immediately, chasing his own explosion. He won't give him a chance. He intends to blast him into fucking pulp, tiny pieces. To paint the damn streets with every bit of Dabi's being.]

they're only good for experience pts anyways

[burnitblack]

[it reeks of smoke, burning stone and material, the stench of flesh scorching and the sweeter aroma of burning wood diffusing through the air, all of it combining into a wave of aromatic "fire" flowing before him and blowing on the wind to other parts of trench. "fire" is what they smell, the danger and threat of that ominous heat approaching in its all-consuming rage. more fuel, more food, and it gets larger and larger.

and the people have fallen to it as well. it's rather liberating to finally let loose like this once more. whether the innocents confront him for burning their buildings or run from him begging for mercy, it's no issue for dabi to set them aflame. kindling. that's all they are. most of them lie in charred heaps, burned to death in the stores they sought to take refuge in. others have caught fire and went running, flailing arms and screaming in panic and fear as they crashed into one thing or another, spreading his fires with them. too bad for them.

emerging from the smoke like the harbinger of hell he is, dabi steps onto the street, wisps of burning aura curling over his shoulders and around his legs like claws dragging across his body. it's only then that he realizes someone else has been at work. a large town square, harboring a collection of stalls, stores, and even a fountain of sorts in the center, looking to be a public hub within trench. and at least three of the streets leading into it are demolished. one of them, behind him, a smoldering hallway of blue flames and black smoke, one or two lingering people falling to the ground in throes of death and surrender.]

Hm? [a shadow. it drops down from the window of the nearby store. someone inside trying to hide. hmph. ya know, he might've kept walking, but... tonight's not the time to keep walking. lifting his burn-scarred arm, dabi aims his hand towards the store front, palm slowly igniting into a white-hot, blue-line glow.] Shine-

[hey dabi!!]

--? [a split second. he knows that voice. it belongs to a yapping dog that thinks he's important. memories come back immediately, from the strangled warning for that green kid not to come to the mixture of pride, terror, guard, mockery, and determination that flavored bakugou katsuki's speech of denial towards shigaraki. exactly as dabi figured he would. yeah, he remembers that kid, the feeling of his neck in his hand. how tense he was, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his nape to dabi's skin. could've killed him right then and there...

memory's over and he turns his head, eyes narrowing on the momentary sight of that kid, full costume, aiming those grenade-shaped hand gauntlets at him.

Fuck-

FWOOM!

blue eyes narrow and he ignites himself, pouring a launchpad of flames out his feet to rocket himself upward and backward. underestimating this kid is an idiot's move. and dabi's not an idiot. teeth grit as the shockwave slams into him, one arm thrown up to block his face from the heat and smoke. already airborne by the time that explosion hits, it throws him backwards, flipping the guy end over end like some black spider thrown through the sky. blue flames erupt backwards and below, hands slamming behind him and both legs in front of him to stabilize himself in the sky.]

Tch!

[bastard. he puts his teeth together, stopping the brief vibration from the shockwave. someone's playing a dangerous game of hero.]

Oy, asshole. [droning loudly in the air as he points down with one hand.] Think ya hit the guy ya tried to save!

[cause the store and its owner dabi had been about to torch, the one he assumes katsuki had attacked him to protect, yeah that one... it's face is completely blown inward. who knows what happened to the person inside with all that heat and glass.]

not the exp he ever wished for

[detonating]

I ain't here for him!

[That vicious shout is all that Dabi gets. Katsuki should care, he shouldn't be up in the air chasing after the man who's dodged his blast. Should be digging through the broken building to find the broken person he's left in his wake--but he's fucking not. They're probably dead anyway, and he wouldn't have ever put them in the crossfire if he gave a shit about anything but ending Dabi. This is Katsuki's revenge for everything that happened in Kamino, finally rearing its ugly head--and if the other man weren't sure before, he's going to know when Katsuki enters his space again.

Having chased him immediately upon seeing him expel himself from the crossfire of the blast, it's only a matter of seconds before the blond is right in his face. Crimson eyes are wide and alive with hatred, teeth bared in that vicious grin of his--only this one has an edge to it that says he actually means to tear to shreds with them. Both hand are already up, curled in a way that might seem as though there's an invisible ball in between them, and it's followed by a bright and blinding flash.

If he can--and he's ready for immediately retaliation despite Point Blank Stun Grenade, he's making a move to grab Dabi by face with a hot hand--ready to blow that fucking Frankenstein melon into pulp.]

but the exp he's gonna get; put some more points in that guilt stat

[burnitblack]

No kiddin.

[that's a murmur of sarcastic amusement in response. so this is a hero who's gone over the moral edge. fascinating. blue eyes burn down at the blonde below him, watching the way his hands ignite and preparing himself to move, but also more focused on katsuki's face. the look in his eyes. heh, this guy really means to take him out, doesn't he. the corruption this month has that much an effect on people. someone so stubborn in his moral convictions he stood against the entire league to reject shigaraki's offer. and now he just murdered some poor son of a bitch without giving a shit. that's gonna feel good next month.

but hell if he's letting katsuki get into his space. close range is a dangerous place to be for him, despite having ways around it. but this kid's not someone he wants getting near him. not only the concussive force of his explosions but this brat's physical strength and ability as well. (still "remembers" that damn kick in the head from the old geezer.) all he can think of now is that katsuki's coming at him for revenge. likely for the kidnapping, the only real "beef" this kid's got with him. and if this event is making good people bad, well... that's as logical enough a reason as any--]

--mh!!

[he's fast! right in his face already! dabi throws one hand up immediately, eyes widening the second those cupped hands ignite. fuck! it's like someone opening the blinds in the bedroom! that same stabbing pain straight into his retinas. his eyelids slam shut, one arm instinctively crossing in front of his face. meaning katsuki grabs the villain's forearm with that hot hand of his rather than his face proper. but it's enough for dabi to feel himself getting manhandled. just cause his pain sensory is deadened doesn't mean he's walking around a numb corpse completely.]

Hands off!

[you can emit from your hands, kid. but dabi's got that power everywhere! blue flames erupt from his body, bursting out of his legs, racing up his arms, spewing from his elbows, and roaring out the top of his head, igniting his body in an aura of those destructive azure fires. like a match ripped across the box. FWHOOSH!

very much a "get off me" move.]

YEAAAAH THAT IS. He'll be fucking loaded up there.

[detonating]

[It's definitely revenge for that kidnapping. And unfortunately for Dabi, the rest of what followed is also getting slapped onto his shoulders here simply for the fact that Katsuki has never had an outlet for revenge in the first place. It wasn't something he'd considered, given those convictions that had him denying the League in the first place. Now that he's snapped, every shred of hatred for them using him and every measure of guilt for his having any kind of involvement in the ending of All Might... it's now Dabi's fucking problem, since he's the one who is right in front of Katsuki.

It's an arm that Katsuki grabs instead, and that has the entire plan switching gears. Woulda been hella fucking badass to just KO this motherfucker on the spot like that, but it would have been foolish to anticipate anything but what happens. No sweat off his damn back, he's ready for the next plan and is already forming new contingencies as he moves.

The second the heat flares through his gloved hand, the blond is pushing out a heavy, potentially damaging blast right in between them as he releases Dabi's arm, taking full advantage of the attack by using it to propel himself away from the man going dangerously aflame.

Once safely distanced, the angle of his hands adjusts to palms pointing down-- instead of allowing himself to drop, Katsuki is pushing himself higher into the air with more explosive force. Then they're right back out in front of him, unleashing AP Machine Gun's heavy hitting barrage that will follow the azure flames in a sweeping movement that follows the azure flames wherever they go. The hope is to hit him with them obviously, but that isn't all it's meant to do. Anything that misses him will hit something else around them, causing a combination of smoke, dust from debris to start to kick up all around them. A smoke screen of sorts, that might help him to nail down what he plans to do next.]

C'MON! FUCKING SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!

[[OOC: SWEATS, FIGHTS ARE FUN BUT HARD!!! I'm trying to/gonna be like... leaving openings and shit but he also is HIGHLY aware that he can't let up on someone like Dabi, not if he wants to succeed at killing him so! Man if you need me to remove a thing, or wanna hash out next things so it flows right you have my discord! Likewise, if you feel like a time becomes the right one for Toga intervention, shout at me :> ]]]

Blue Fairy~

[swellter]

[ The glow in the forest attracts a young man filled with an intense need to strike out. He follows the devastation brought forth to the land housing the terrors of their world. The idea of turning that terror on its head fills him with a deep-seated joy it's enough to drive him forward, stepping into the realm of blue that's too widespread to do anything to him. Born of fire, it welcomes him home, and Shouto accepts it, striding through the forest to meet its maker. When he finds Touya among the devasted foliage, trees burning all around him, their leaves turned to ash, he grins.

Beside him, a small snow leopard runs around with all the energy of a child at play. Delighted by the blue, blasting out a telepathic. Blue Fairy! Blue Fairy! for all the world to hear. What little remains of it, at least.

Amid the devastation, Kizu runs forward, heading straight for Dabi, not an ounce of fear terminating from her as she bounds forward, fluffy tail up high as she throws herself at him in jubilation. Blue Fairy! Blue Fairy!

Behind her, Shouto cuts through the smoke swathed in red flames with a kind of lazy casualness normally absent from his demeanor. ]

I think she likes you.

[burnitblack]

[there's a certain therapeutic pleasure to be found in taking the terror to the place the terror usually comes from. even if it amounts to nothing in the end, the fact he's able to burn down the home of some would-be beast that wants to lumber into town and wreak some havoc is its own form of vengeful elation. watching the spread of his flames brings a quiet pleasure and pride all to itself. brings back memories of his world, when he and the league brought this same kind of assault on the kids from that u.a. class. not entirely the same in its ultimate goal, but the wanton destruction and stripping away the sense of comfort and security? yeah, that's all the same.

dabi turns from the tree he's standing beside, momentarily surprised by the sudden appearance of that voice. but he relaxes just as quickly, recognizing it all the same. tsk, in only this way does he somewhat regret the more adult leopard he came to know from the initial few months of being here. one day, shouto's gonna figure out that nickname and there's going to be a bit of heckling. if his normally stoic little brother even knows how to heckle someone...

he watches shouto emerge from the flames, though does go down on one knee to offer an arm to kizu when she runs to him. the lack of fear doesn't faze him either. his brother looks pretty casual about the entire thing. though that expression on his face... huh, is it the same as that floating girl? a chance in personality.

interesting.]

Ya just noticed?

[swellter]

[ Kizu takes the offered arm without hesitation, climbing up her favorite mountain to perch on his head, her little paws in his hair overlooking the world of blue destruction. Enamored by her Sleepers current curse, she seems almost mesmerized by the sight and almost tumbles over when her paws slip from Touya's bed of hair. She saves herself, reflexes being what they are, and buries her nose into his collar, wrapping her fluffy tail around his neck like a bad fashion trend.

Shouto leans against a burning tree, the cloak of fire surrounding him, making the wood spit and crackle. Whatever pieces of burning wood burst out, turn to ash the moment they touch him. ]

I think you like her too.

[ Now that he just noticed. ]

[burnitblack]

[at least he's wearing his robe right now, making sure those claws don't sink into his skin, and the robe itself is pretty indestructible, so she's got a good climbing mount. he waits for kizu to get up on his shoulders and---tch---perch her paws on his head again, but that's kinda normal now.

touya stands up, careful to keep her balanced, and swings a hand behind his head to give her a brace when she slips. back on the shoulder again. she better not keep this habit once she's full grown again or she's going to knock him down every fucking time. tail around the neck isn't a bad thing either.

he faces his little brother again, watching the way his acts and the manner pervading him right now. strange to see him like this, the red fire mingling with the blue, adding to the destruction around them. they're not in town, so there's no way to make use of this like he had with the gravity girl. but then again... he could easily be selfish and simply enjoy the chance happening.]

She's more tolerable like this.

[far less guarded and sassy/bitchy. touya heads towards shouto.]

Whatcha doin' out here?

[swellter]

[ More like impossible to dislike. She drops right into that brace when she slips and makes herself at home. It feels like a sling made just for her, and she takes full advantage of it. ]

I remember when she tried to warn me about you.

[ Back when she was fully grown and dead set on being her champion. ]

Did you know we used to fight about it? She was stubborn. Didn't trust you at all.

[ Cloaked in fire, he steps away from the tree. It cracks behind him, breaking in half. ]

I saw your fire. Wondered what you were burning.

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[aetherweaver]

[The forest is burning, and he just got home. He's tired and frizzy-furred, having only gotten a little sleep since returning to the house in Feed. He initially doesn't feel like doing anything about it, but then he recognizes the color of the flames.]

[Is it...? Maybe. He has to check. He dashes out into the woods, approaching the blaze. He looks into the fire and there he is. And him without any ice spells... he calls out to the other, shouting to be heard above the sound of flames and cracking wood.]

Dabi! What are you doing?!

[They need this forest for food and resources. What in the world is going on in the other's mind?!]

[burnitblack]

[while he has nothing against the farmlands and livestock of feed, and to be honest, isn't exactly aiming for that area, dabi also doesn't exactly care. the monsters and beasts could come out of anywhere, so wherever his flames end up going, that's simply more grounds to cover. flush out the beasts or burn them alive in their holes. either option is a welcome one.

a voice cuts through the burning woodlands around him and for a moment, he has to place it. not sure... but then memories return and he shifts his stands, hand leaving the tree beside him as he turns towards the other man.

nara'a. they had a bit of history together. the guy took that demon off his back and almost eviscerated himself in the process.]

Huntin. A bit of payback.

[aetherweaver]

This isn't hunting, this is just mass burning. You realize that people use these woods, right? Hunt in them, gather things from them?

[He's not sure why he's lecturing Dabi - he highly suspects that the other doesn't care and won't listen to him.]

Stop burning everything down - the forest hasn't done anything wrong.

[He rolls his shoulders and dips a hand inside his pocket, ready to switch equipment in a blink if he has to.]

[burnitblack]

[dabi slowly turns his head to face the other man more fully, eyes narrowing a bit. there's no real quarrel between him and nara'a, but he's also killed people for less than this.]

Dunno if ya aware, but most of the creatures that come into town to kill and eat us come from the woods.

[he gestures towards the woods around them, callous but pointed.]

It's about time someone brought that kinda fear to them instead. See what it's like to be hunted down and killed.