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[Open] 🚬 July Flames
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
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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 (
it's SO good that he's unloading on fucking Shigaraki about it lmao
Forward, towards Dabi, and for a multitude of reasons. First, that assessment about primarily being a close or mid-range fighter was on the money. As evidenced, he has long range within his arsenal of attacks, but relying solely on that isn't going to produce any results. Katsuki is far more dangerous when there is proximity. It ain't any fucking fun that way anyway, which leads right into the second reason that Katsuki decides that the risks of getting close to someone like him are senseless. Self-preservation doesn't fucking matter, not anymore. Ain't like there's anyone back home to cry about him going and doing something as meaningless as dying in this place, Ochako sure as hell made sure of that when she betrayed him and left. If he has to go down to do it, bet your ass it'll be worth it to kill this bastard and that he won't fail.
In a lot of ways, Katsuki is disadvantaged in a fight against Dabi. He's not fire resistant despite having an insane tolerance for heat itself. The very closeness that makes Katsuki so dangerous is also something that applies to him as well; dodging a wall of fire with that kind of speed becomes all the more difficult, if not impossible. He's going to get burned for this. One thing that he does have on his side, however, is the heat from the weather and Dabi's quirk alike. Where Katsuki normally has to build up to being able to unleash his power in full, today his sweat output is on an unprecedented level. Add in his near complete disregard for the strain of using his quirk so strongly and you get this. More speed, more power being utilized, even more of a relentless drive.
Barreling towards Dabi, it's just a matter of seconds before Katsuki's leering face is right there again with one hand out and ready. Red-hot and crackling in that tell-tale way, there's an explosion coming. But instead of unleashing that power directly between them, the angle changes at the last second with his hand shifting palm down towards the ground instead.]
[Boom!]
[Katsuki's movement is upward, with another smaller blast pushing him forward in an arching catapult that ends in his landing just behind the taller man. Back to back with minimal space in between them, all it takes is one simple twist of his body to point one hand at him. His left this time, since that arm is more expendable to Katsuki in this state of mind, he doesn't even need to pull the pin on the other bracer to (try to) unleash a furiously powerful explosion right at Dabi's back.]
[[OOC: LMAO GOD just. DESTROYS THE ENTIRE DISTRICT, THIS IS JUST FINE!!! Also I do feel like... maaaaybe??? a couple more tags?? and we'll want Toga to come in just cause lol. Katsuki is gonna get his reckless little bitch ass killed prematurely....]]
aww, and he here was expecting an apology~
the hell's going through this kid's mind? seeing him with such a look on his face and in his eyes... not the expressions of a hero. he's seen angry heroes, he's even seen them with eyes that want to kill, but can't bring themselves to. these eyes are neither of those. murderous. and plenty of reason flung to the wind. dabi's left with a mild case of surprise when he comes to that realization. if he doesn't defend himself, this little shit is going to kill him. and he's not quite sure how that makes him feel. amused, obviously. but wary, because he's pretty damn sure both of them have figured out chinks in each other's proverbial armor and tactics. katsuki's coming straight towards him, a senseless rush towards death. does he really think he can plow through his flames by himself alone? idiot...
yeah. this isn't time to kick back and dole out his own limitations. heat bubbles in the air and the man steps forward towards that charge, coat flaring out behind him as blue flames ignite. pouring across his arms and shoulders light water, gathering in his hands as spiral vortexes of azure hell. it's dangerous to enter close range with katsuki. one of those explosions could take him out like a piece of dynamite lodged in someone's ribcage. but that explosive stick still has to get through his quirk first. glass shatters below and the building under his feet erupts in fire, blasting out of the windows and sending up such a scorch of heat, the air itself warps and waves around dabi. plowing through that should be difficult enough. this kid's power comes from sweat, right? well what happens when said sweat evaporates before it's able to be ignited?]
How hot can you handle it, Bakugou Katsuki?!
[slamming one hand upward, transferring the charged flames from his other arm to this one in a doubled up version of his own rendition of endeavor's fire fist, dabi's splayed fingers almost meet katsuki's own. a fatal hand crash, before everything erupts in a roaring blaze of flames. JET BURN!! fully intending to incinerate the guy in front of him without remorse or regret. but at the last second, that explosion's down and a shockwave rocks his legs, cracking a hole in the weakening rooftop. he steps back for brace, coming up back to back against the young hero now planted on the ground behind him. shit! no time-! katsuki's shoving his hand through the flames itself, and dabi's driving his own hand down at the same time as he jumps.
not enough.
he feels that one. right through his back and out the chest. somewhere his lungs end up smooshed in his ribcage. the nearly-melted building collapses beneath katsuki in a spray of molten rock and burning interior. dabi isn't even aware of the time between explosion and regaining his senses. somewhere on the ground across the town square. his coat's burned open on his back, one of the tails completely missing, and the scent of smoke and burning flesh is everywhere. bastard... even his mostly-dulled pain receptors are telling him that hurt. but he's been hurt before and pushes himself up, standing among the smoke and flames. tsk...
can't see that little shit. that. fucking. does it. he crosses is arms in front of him, lips dragging back in a teeth-bearing grin as his eyes widen, blood vessels seeping into the whites. flames drag across his arms and fingers, crawling over his shoulders and down his body. erupting in gouts and spray-like explosions.]
Flashfire Fist. [now he's serious.] I'm gonna fucking murder you.
[ooc: oh yeah! this town square at least is gonna be shit! yeah we're gonna have to have them crash equally and knock each other down for a bit, cause dabi just went ballistic in his own recklessness. they're out for blood now. i'd think that if katsuki's able to get between the oncoming hell spider and get him with another point blank, dabi should be down for a bit. enough for katsuki and toga to have their thing. before dabi recovers and tries to murder them both with a point-blank prominence burn.]
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT that won't even happen over his *dead body* and you know it!!
Pretty hot, but this is a whole different fucking animal. Everything burns this close, and everything that he's just managed to successfully pull off is seriously by the skin of his teeth. Avoids getting rendered into nothing but ash by a hair's worth of movement. No seconds to spare, his thoughts and movements have to be in sync here and in an instant. The stakes are high, and the toll that even being near Dabi is taking on his body is immediately apparent to the teen. It's so hot that it's fucking suffocating, and his gloves feel like the moisture of his sweat is getting sucked right out of them for it. The protective ribbed brace on his arm feels like it's actually on fire even though he's managed to blast that son of a bitch and pull it out of the azure flames before it literally caught.
It ain't fun.. Seriously fucking unpleasant, mildly put. Burning might be one of the worst things he's ever forced himself to endure, and dying this way isn't... exactly appealing now that he's being overwhelmed by it. There are going to be so many varying degrees of burns to tend to for it, if he even makes it out of this alive. His body wants him to rip everything off before it can melt into him, every nerve is screaming for fucking reprieve that the blond won't give himself, even still. Bakugou Katsuki doesn't back down. He doesn't care how fucked up he gets. He won't lose.
His quirk output is suffering for that scorching heat, he confirms, as he tries to use a blast to avoid sinking into the burning building when the roof caves beneath his feet, rocketing himself off of the rooftop after his target. Where Katsuki tries to force the maximum, he's only producing half that, which tells him that he needs to finish this. Now. As soon as humanly possible. The landing on the ground in the square isn't entirely graceful because of it; one hard knee pad and one hand slam into it alike in order to keep himself eating shit. It's not long that the blond is in pause, but it offers Dabi a few seconds of recovery time to get to his feet.. and they're both up and ready at the same exact time.
Running forward, his hands are moving swiftly and angling up, down, every which way with each explosion he uses to jolt himself one way or another to dodge the spouts of flame that threaten to touch him every step of the way. That maniacal grin of Katsuki's is wider than ever, his eyes just as wide and pinned small with the thrill of the danger, with his murderous intent.]
WHAT'S- [Boom, dodge!] WRONG- [Boom, again, though that stream of flame catches his arm as he rockets to the side. He's too high on adrenaline to fucking care how much it hurts (and it god damned does).] DABI?! [Closer Boom. A low dodge that yields a narrow miss of a point blank blast of blue fire to the face, closer, just a couple of yards away now-- that's just right. There's no dodging this one--he's just too close for it, but there is potentially minimizing the damage if Dabi is fast enough for it. Better hope so, you Frankenstein fuck! He skids to a stop while swinging his left bracer up fast, right hand moving just as swiftly to hook into the pin while he bellows out the rest, and then pulls.] ARE YA MAD?!
[BOOM]
HE CAN ARRANGE THAT!! Write it on your fucking pyre! "Sorriest Shit Loser Lies Here!"
tatters of his coat flutter against his burned back, a few strands fused to his skin from the heat and explosion. staples blown open, leaving the purple burn scars to pull away from the still-healthy flesh, leaving a gaping "eye-shaped" hole of red sinew across dabi's back. doesn't care. doesn't matter. he'll pull that shut again later. might need to call in some healing favors to get that taken care of better... but that's for future dabi to worry about. right now, he'll turn his damn body into charcoal if he has to, just so he can send this fucking punk child to an early grave! broken bones be damned, bruises forgotten, burns ignored, torn muscles waived, skin peeling off, sure! put him down for the victim of a grenade to the back. it won't matter in a few seconds anyways! this ain't about winnin or losin, ya inexperienced child! it's life or death! LEARN IT WELL!
something buckles and he falls to one knee, not able to tell if it's his ankle or his knee itself. but that's not stopping the charge as dabi's eyes widen in a mixture of elation and insane hate. that dull throbbing in his head threatens to throw his focus off, making reaching his maximum output a wavering goal. almost reaches it, then falls down again, drives it back, only to slip. and katsuki's not gonna give him time either. he hears him, then sees him, approaching. amid this burning square, buildings on fire, blown to pieces, charred corpses scattered around from the fight, some blasted apart, some torn by rubble or scorched by burning debris. it's a hellzone of a battlefield. who knows how many deaths are chalked up to which combatant? dabi's certainly made sure that katsuki's blasts have caused more than enough damage.
footsteps and that's it-- he can't play this fucking game of dodge with his own body anymore. MOVE!!]
HELL SPIDER!
[no point in wasting it on a single burst. he'll dodge it. so instead--!! fire erupts outward, as dabi uncrosses his arms in a vicious slash out and downward, throwing ragged, widening streams of crisscrossing flames in front of him. leaving closing squares of space between them as the flaming net rushes out across the slowly-boiling street. catch him in it, get burned to pieces, lacerate your damn arms and legs, he doesn't give a shit so long as it leaves this piece of trash a smoldering mess on the ground! one explosion after another, and dabi's eyes widen in frustration, elation, and rage as the kid weaves through the nets, shoulders and legs barely brushing against the flames. minor burn damage despite the intense heat, but should be enough to make his life suck!
one more, a second one, slashing the lines out as they arch and sweep, curving around in controlled fury to rear midair and plunge back towards the hero driving towards him. feels a finger pop and one of the strands soars past katsuki instead of landing on his back. shit. closer. ducking down, avoiding another stream of flame, jumping and sliding through a closing square. dabi stands his ground, now a pool of molten rock all around his feet. katsuki's suddenly in front of him, that mad grin of his meeting the villain's own slasher smile. arms outspread and he abruptly jerks them inward the second the blonde pulls the pin on that grenadier bracer.]
GO TO HELL!
[one explosion. streams of fire. crash together in a fury of orange and blue and yellow and white. a volcano's blast, spewing into the air and clearing out the entire square around them. buildings blown off their foundations, lamps vaporized, windows shattered, and molten street flung away like glowing mud from an impact crater. there's... there's no pain. there's nothing. hell, he's not even sure where the fuck he is. just that it's black. can't feel, can't see, can't hear. numbness all over, darkness despite his eyes being open (and totally grayed out), ringing in his ears that blocks out everything. crumpled on his side in a smoking mess, thrown across the grounds like a rag doll. oh there's blood. it's pooling under him, not even sure if he's got an arm at the moment. part of his cheek is missing, white teeth visible to the burning air around him through the rippled-away portion. half his coat gone, shirt slowly burning down around his chest. whether he's alive or dead is hard to tell, but dabi's certainly the worse for wear at the moment. victor... victor goes to the first one to stand up.
or the only one not to die by the end.]
See but that's just putting words in his mouth, still doesn't count for anything
Impact, hard impact at his entire back, the hit that his skull takes temporarily making his already skewed vision blank out. Everything blanks out.
No idea how long he's been out, but he doesn't allow the disorientation, the extreme aches and burns prickling at his limbs--all over, or the heavy thrumming in the entirety of his skull to keep him from moving when he's returning to consciousness. Must've been thrown into one of those buildings, because Katsuki's having dig deep for the strength to push something large and heavy off of himself to do much of it. If the victor is the one who stands first, it's him, but it isn't with any kind of grace that he does so. The blond sways as he tries to stand, and stumbles sidelong a couple of steps before he manages to fucking steady his shaking legs and get himself straight. There's wet, rolling down one side of his face and at the back of his neck--blood surely. He isn't going to check. This fight isn't over. No fucking way that it's over.
There's a more prominent throb in his right arm, one that screams just a little bit more than everything else that hurts, and the only time he spares to check himself out is to glance to it. It's a decent sized shard of glass is sticking out of the muscle of his bicep, and the act of reaching up to rip it out has Katsuki snarling, disgust and rage at the pain it causes to do so so harshly.
That motherfucker. If he ain't dead, he's gonna be. Pitching the glass away from himself into the burning mess all around him, Katsuki's eyes start sweeping over everything.
It's a fucking warzone, in every sense of it. A smoky haze fills the square as it billows off of things that are still burning, pieces of building and street alike, and everything... everything is in shambles. It fucking stinks of burning flesh, wood and hot asphalt. Bodies... there're a few that he can spot out in his sweep. One crushed underneath a concrete pillar, another arm poking out of another pile. Another that is smoldering, over to his left. He should care about them. About every last one of them. Should give a shit that he's played a hand in this horrific destruction that's cost many lives, apparently.
But he still doesn't. Not even a little. So little, in fact, that the closest burnt up corpse he comes to, face down and too crispy to fucking tell, only gets the sickening crunch of a boot pressing its the side as he rolls it to check. There's only one body that he has interest in, and that's that of his fiery opponent. Not him.
Frustrated, he snarls again and uses his foot to push the body further from him as he raises his gaze again.] Where are you, you motherfucker?? [To himself, his voice is scratchy and breathless. Katsuki's been unaware of it, too focused to give a shit, but he's been panting this entire time. Whether it's from the smoke or something that his body has endured he doesn't know, just that it's hard to draw breath to talk.
Where. The. Fuck. Is--
Ah. Just past the crater, he finally finds his prize. Down, on his side and still burning and smoking. Dead? Dunno, but seeing that he's not fucking upright is enough to bring the battered teen back to life. Adrenaline that's never entirely left his body is surging anew, pushing him to clamber over piles of rubbish with haste. When he finally gets there? Oh.
What a fucking sight. Dabi is wrecked. He's a god damn bleeding burning mess, and he can't help but grin even wider in triumph, almost ear to ear as he tips his head back with a deep bark of a laugh. This fucking piece of shit, this is exactly what he deserves. Maybe he's a corpse already, maybe not. Not worth a fucking pulse check, that's for sure. Katsuki is just going to make sure the job is finished. One black and orange boot comes up and presses into his side to roll him onto his back, before going flat and hard into the center of his chest to pin him there. He speaks as he bends down while bringing a hand forward towards Dabi's face with the intention of grabbing it--hot and crackling and ready to burst that nasty fucking melon just like he wanted to from go.] You're the one who's goin' to hell! Die!
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like someone fighting for their life. like someone with an explosion quirk. like someone who moves too quickly for most of her classmates to stop during drills and spars, someone that she's sure she stands no chance against face-to-face. what good would it even do for her to show up? he doesn't want to see her. none of them do. he can handle himself-
-not that that matters, right now. another explosion echoes out, louder and more furious than ever, and himiko starts running. it doesn't matter if he wants to see her. it doesn't matter if he needs help. right now, something bad's going down, and she's got to do something to help stop it.
each step she gets closer, she realizes a little bit more just what a terrible decision it is she's made. the explosions just keep growing louder and louder; they start to differ, too, through sound first and then scent and then that terrible pressure before she's even close enough to see any of it. shockwaves, burning heat, smoke and ash all overwhelming her senses. she should turn around. she shouldn't be here. what's someone with a quirk like hers even going to do?
she's not sure yet, but she has to do something. so she ducks through alleyways, forcing herself to keep running even as the terrible scent on the air starts to get thicker. one explosion, then another - and then one so powerful she feels it, has to cover her face from the blast wave as she shrieks. and then... nothing more. no explosions, no fighting, no quirks - just the sound of a burning city block ahead, and a sickeningly sweet, bloody smell. it's the scariest single moment of her life. she breaks into a full sprint, ducking through one more alleyway and turning out onto the street, and then-
she sees the bodies.
whatever thoughts she might have had of saving lives fly out the window. there's not much left of the corpses - pinned under rubble, charred and burnt, stinking of burnt hair and flesh. it's the smell of a burning human body, some part of her manages to put together - that sweet smell like a trash back that's started to ferment, the smell of tanned leather and iron deposits and human fat all torched together. she has to look for survivors - has to do something. it can't just end like this, can it? she sees a corpse trapped under rubble. she sees a body on the street, crackling and twitching as flesh shrinks and the water content of their body evaporates away. she sees-
she sees katsuki-kun. ]
Katsuki-kun!
[ she starts running before she's even taken in the whole scene. she doesn't have time to think about it - she has to reach him. she needs to make sure someone gets out of this alive. she takes one step, and then another, and it's halfway through her third that she finally takes in his appearance - the blood streaming from an impact wound on his head, the glass cut on his arm, the sheer and utter fury in his visage as he looks down at someone she can't quite see.
did he do this? ]
Katsuki-kun...
[ for a moment, she almost falters. her pace slows; she stumbles on one foot. and then she grits her teeth, clenches her fist, and yells out as she keeps sprinting towards him- ]
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, DYNAMIGHT?!
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This time it's his hero name, and it's getting fucking screamed at him. A voice he... knows, but not in an incredibly familiar way. It's distant, in his mind, but he knows it. What the fuck. Pushing at Dabi's face to push off and straighten up and out, Katsuki's head cocks at an angle to turn it, baring his teeth as his voice cuts through the air in a loud, threatening rasp.] Haahh--fuck's sake--What?! [Typical bothered teenager response, eh? Only that's something used for getting interrupted in one's social media scrolling or what not, not being interrupted in the middle of a murder attempt. If Katsuki is surprised by who he sees when he focuses and it clicks, it doesn't show. No, his nose just curls up in complete fucking distaste and he brings his hand up to let it crackle. That's a silent 'duh' kind of explanation that pairs just as much as a threat.
It's just fucking Toga. Probably the one who's so annoyingly insistent that she's a fucking hero, since she used his hero name. Whatever.] The hell's it look like 'm doing?! I'm gonna paint the fuckin' floor with this asshole's brains! [His boot grinds down a little as if to emphasis how much of an asshole he thinks that Dabi is.] Now fuck off!
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YOU fuck off!!!
[ instead, she finds herself getting pissed. ]
So what, you're just gonna kill someone? What kind of villain do you think you are?! [ months of anger churn and roil inside her, eating and eroding away trivial things as fear and survival instinct and leaving a core of righteous fury in its place. even as he lifts his hand in warning, she keeps approaching - though she does at least slow to a jog once he's facing her. ] Heroes don't do that! You don't just kill someone when you've got them on the ground!
[ she doesn't bring up the bodies. maybe they weren't katsuki-kun's fault. maybe they weren't entirely katsuki-kun's fault.
but right now, if katsuki had set off that detonation? as far as she's concerned, he wouldn't be a hero. he'd be a murderer, plain and simple. ]
Ugh, I can't believe I ever thought you were cool!!
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He looks wholly unimpressed, from start to finish. At one point when, when she's questioning him, the blond just rolls his fucking eyes and brings let's the usage of his quirk die out in favor of bringing his hand up to try to clean his ear out with his pinky. Maybe it's blood in there thats making everything slightly muffled... or maybe it's just that his poor fucking eardrum has finally started to cave under the intensely loud burden of his quirk. Either way...]
Fuck you're annoying! You done yet?? [It's rhetorical. He doesn't care if she is done or not. This fucking dumbass is going to get one warning, and one warning only. Why?? He doesn't know, it ain't like he actually gives a fuck about anything, if the entire razed town square around him doesn't make that crystal clear. Something about the expression on her face, her words.. that they're coming from Toga of all people... it strikes something else deep inside of him, something far far away from the person he's let himself become. Relating. Understanding, even through doubts. Something. Whatever is, it's just enough to let him feel generous enough to give her an out.
Last chance. Katsuki's eyes suddenly narrow dangerously very suddenly, that expression going dark and serious.] I know. I know exactly what I'm fucking doing. He-[That gloved hand points down at Dabi, and his teeth start to show again as his temper starts to rise all over again.]-has this coming from me. Now get outta my goddamn face with your useless fucking hero speech, or you're gonna be next!
[Annnd he's back to it. Turning away from her to lean back in, reaching down all over again. Time's gotta be running out. He never checked for a pulse, but he can feel the movement of his chest underfoot when he inhales and exhales. Dabi is alive, and he can not be allowed to get back up again. It took almost everything he had to get him down like this. ]
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and then he turns away, reaching for the villain's face, and himiko knows time is running out - for her, not just the guy on the ground. she doesn't know what'll stick, she doesn't know what'll convince him, and she doesn't even know if she can distract him much longer without dying herself.
so she yells out the first thing that comes to mind- ]
So what happened to the guy that took care of Ochako-chan for her birthday, huh?!
[ it's a desperate move. she doesn't know what to do or say, so she just says what's on her mind. it's gotten her in trouble before - a lot of trouble, even. but at least it's something. ]
Hey, hey, you remember when I brought you Ochako-chan's present? I thought- [ -a cough, dragged out by the sweltering heat, the smoke and ash around them- ] -I thought that was the coolest you'd ever looked. Looking out for someone like that, paying attention to all those little details without them having to ask... All I could think was how lucky she was to have friends like that. Like you.
[ friends that look out for each other. friends that remember each others' birthdays. friends that meet people they think are murderers because it's the best way to keep them safe. ]
You all keep saying I'm the one putting on an act, right? But I'm just me. Himiko Toga, same as I've always been. [ her hands balls into fists at her sides. ] And unless everything you did for her was a lie, you're the only one acting weird here!