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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

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

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Oy!

[dabi extends a hand, yelling at nara'a and his damn reckless actions. on the one hand, those flames are still there, dwindling but hot and licking. on the other hand, didn't he see what happened last time? they're fighting a goddamn slimy onion! peeling it back one layer at a time. if he tries to go for the center of it again--

as soon as nara'a pierces into the shell, there's a muffled, deep groan from inside and the scalding sludge from inside bursts out from the confines of its crisped exterior. slime tendrils fling wildly in all directions, throwing the miqo'te backwards and lashing through trees and stones with all the precision of a high pressure water cannon.

dabi grits his teeth and jumps to the side, dodging one of those tendrils before hitting the ground and rolling to his foot and a knee. dammit. he popped the thing too soon! they could've had a breather for a second!]

Bastard! I haven't cooled down yet! Ya ever heard of a battle of attrition or ya just good for hack n slash?!

[odd for a man whose battle strategy usually revolves around brute force fire bursts. but that's his problem: dabi can only brute force fire blast. and that burns him alive if he does it frequently. he has to rest between bursts.

the slime creature rises from its own juices once again, this time far more humanoid, with defined shoulders and arms and torso, the head itself siting above with a pair of horn-like protrusions dripping into itself. no legs beneath its hips however, giving it some resemblance of a slime-drenched naga oozing all over itself. the arm that nara'a previously destroyed is more tentacle than defined arm like the opposite. likely due to lacking bones.

round three.]

[He doesn't respond to the angry villain. To be honest, hack and slash is most of what his fighting tends to be like. It also tends to work, but he's also used to having three to seven other people with him to help carry the load.]

[The thing's new form reminds him of the Living Liquid, or maybe something from the Aetherochemical Research Facility. Either way it's gross and he doesn't appreciate being flung backwards. He rises and shakes his head, adjusting his glasses. If only he could freeze it or burn it - but he doesn't have the same sort of abilities that Dabi does.]

[What to do... slicing hasn't worked. Neither has just bashing the thing. If he could get in deep enough to shatter bones... he leaps and tries to stab in as deep as he can, aiming to sever its spine. Maybe now that there's been a few layers torn off of it he'll be able to get in deeper? He can only hope. And if nothing else, he'll serve as a distraction. He can take a lot more of a beating like this.]

[he has the right idea. there is a solid structure under all that gunk. and as he saw with the arm, destroying it at least renders the creature less solid. but with its new state, the creature is far more equipped for an active battle. the slime tendril of an arm slashes forward the moment nara'a goes for it with the scythe. understand what he aims to do, it's not about to let him get that close with his skeleton now closer to its proverbial surface.

slime crashes into the scythe's handle rather than the blade, shoving it backwards against nara'a's chest before he has a chance to get into striking range of it. that's enough impact to knock him away, showing the two the creature doesn't intend to let the man get close enough with that physical weapon of his. it's vulnerable at the moment. its skeleton at least.

dabi frowns as he processes all this, not willing to hurt himself with his quirk in order to destroy this creature. it's not worth that to him. but he does know nara'a's too damn stubborn to stop either. and the creature might turn its attention onto feed later, which is a detriment to his own wants. tsk... rationalizing shit. once the warrior's knocked back again, dabi holds a hand out in front of him to block the man from charging once more.]

Stop it. You won't get through charging in like an idiot.

[his eyes narrow at the creature as it begins to slither towards them.]

Can ya do that damage transfer thing again? Where ya take the injuries I get?

[The sword gets shoved back into the armor with a clang, and he gets forced back, digging his heels into the ground. He leaves skid marks as he gets forced back, growling against his foe. He looks to Dabi, watching the other.]

[He's being stopped. Dabi's got a plan. He can listen at least, try to see if it'll work - because what he's doing clearly isn't working.]

Yeah. Just tell me when.

[He flicks the sword to the side slightly, focusing on the aether between the two of them. He can feel the spell getting ready, just waiting on him to activate it. He growls at the monster, and glances over at Dabi again.]

It's ready. Let's go.

[Whatever damage Dabi's going to do... he can take it. Probably.]

[skid marks. what a "hero" thing to do in this instance. seen that plenty, where they dig their heels in and make sure to show their power by leaving grooves in the ground. probably says something about nara'a being strong enough to stay upright despite the force of the impact.

dabi won't be giving nara'a any verbal credit, but the man's attacks have been working. only they're not fighting something that can be taken out in one round. it's far smaller than the towering behemoth they first encountered, even if it's still taller than both of them. this thing's going from one form to the next the more overall damage they do to it. he's pretty sure those... "elemental"(?) attacks the man was doing earlier would be just as effective, since they were also cooking the creature's outer surface, particularly the dark energy one. dabi's flames simply had more an area of effect aspect to them.]

Get it ready then.

[no, he's not cooled down enough. using his flames will start to burn him again. but if nara'a's willing to take that damage, then dabi'll blast out another round from his proverbial glass cannon.

as soon as nara'a gives him the go ahead, dabi pulls both arms back, igniting his flames in his hands. balls of fire at first, before powering up into a spiraling plume of flames on both arms. it's not enough time to rest and the fire inside starts to eat away at his body, burning beneath his skin and heating him up like a piece of meat in an oven. enough that smoke would start to rise from his flesh, leaking out of the seams between his burn scars and healthy skin.

but if nara'a's gonna take that damage... have fun with that.

dabi slams his hands forward, blasting out another swath of blue flames that erupts out in a cone again. not taking the chance of having this creature dodge. tendrils of slime fly upward to block, but cook immediately in the fire right as the flames wash over the creature. once more, it starts to fold in on itself, flexible outer flesh hardening and burning into a shell as it's cooked from the outside in.]

[Listen, it's all about the aesthetic, Dabi.]

[He throws out a tether to Dabi, keeping a mental note of the amount of time spent. He can do it again, but it'll take a minute - so he wants to use his time wisely. He grunts as he feels his flesh burn from the inside of his gauntlets, but he doesn't scream. He's been beaten to an inch of his life many times before - this? This isn't as bad as some things he's experienced.]

[It's still bad - he can feel the blisters start to form. Smoke rises out from between the plates of metal, and he nearly drops his shield, but not quite. He glances down at it, at the thing it's glamoured to look like...]

[No. He wouldn't give up, either. He takes a deep breath, counting the seconds. Three... two... one...]

Stop!

{The tether fades, and Dabi's damage is his own again. He can't do it again for a minute or so, and he doesn't want the other to hurt himself. He eyes the monster, watching it fold in on itself like a punctured balloon. He's not going to attack it, not yet - first he has to determine if it's even still alive.]

[But he can do that in a minute, regaining his footing after all that pain. He can still move his arms, but there's still the faint scent of burnt skin.]

[hmph. showoff...

he'd learned how to hold some of his fire back, throwing others off who thought he'd exhaust himself completely when he went for a cooldown. their faces when he unleashed another blast the moment they thought he was save to move in an land an attack on. but there's no time for holding back right now; if nara'a's going to take the damage for him, then dabi floors it, already pissed enough they've gone three rounds with this damn thing.

blue flames ignite the area around them, casting heat and light everywhere as the creature goes up in its own funeral pyre. curling in on itself once more, tucking those gelatinous parts deeper inside itself as its body cracks and hardens on the outside. beside him, the miqo'te gives a pained noise, but other than that stays quiet from the burning. tough guy...

as soon as the man shouts at him to stop, dabi cuts his flames, curling off his fingers in a flare before he lowers his arms to his sides. there's certainly a lot of woodland damage right now, but it'd mostly focused on the beast in front of them, limiting the harshest burns that dabi'd been throwing around before.

amid the flames, the creature's been burned down to an almost egg-like shape. larger, probably around 7 ft. it's sealed itself inside once more. waiting for the flames and heat to die down so it can emerge once again.]

Give it a minute... then slice it to pieces.

[This time he doesn't rush forward, waiting for the thing to cool down a small bit. He's breathing hard, but he's learned to take tough hits in battle. Burns don't bother him as much anymore. Dragonfire's another story, but while Dabi's close he's not quite at the same destructive power as one of the First Brood.]

[Maybe he'll tell Dabi about those adventures some time.]

[He takes a deep breath, feeling the pain from the burns start to die down. He'll worry about healing himself later. He knows a few places he can go where Gaia won't be aware he's gotten treatment... she'd get mad at him if he showed up with burns.]

[The sound of other people trying to smother the fire in the more distant parts of the forest has him wince. They've only made it worse - but if this thing isn't taken out it could cause even more damage. He readies his sword, waiting for the other to signal - and then launches himself forward, bashing into it and slicing. The phantom swords appear once again and pierce through the thing's shell, striking deep into its core.]

[He ignores the sound of the creature's pain. He has to harden himself against it - there's no way he could have dragged this thing back to Sanctuary. It's too far, and likely too far gone.]

[everywhere around them, the forest alternates between dancing shadows cast by trees and blue-lit pillars of trunks emblazoned by the fire in the middle. occasional flareups as the flames find some other piece of juice to latch onto before simmering again as it seeps and eats about the curled orb within its grip.

do so. he might have a stroked pride moment to hear he's at least near some kind of legendary beast's flames.

dabi glances off to the side when he hear the sounds of people. shit... well, if anyone in trench reports this, it'll be easy to know who the culprit is. no one else is running around lighting the forest up in blue flames. good thing nara'a knows there's a bigger threat here and it has to end unless he wants more deaths. including those people now coming around the area.

with a nod, he indicates an attack, and the other man's already there. this time, there's little room for the creature to actually dodge and slosh around inside its slimy coating. moaning groans reverberate through the air, liquid bursting and spilling through the cracks slashed through its charred skin-shell. this time, he feels the blades impacting solid, bones cutting and breaking. a few tendrils of slime attempt to strike and lash, but they got wild and falter to the ground soon after.]

[At least he can speak on Dabi's behalf for fighting the monster. He'll at least keep Dabi from trouble on that front. The people might grumble, but they know that monsters are a serious threat. Something like this, that took so much work to take out? There's no way that most people could have killed it.]

[The breaking bones gets a slight sigh of relief - at least there's something that he can impact. He turns and does another pass, hearing the cracking of bone and watching the splurting of slime. It's satisfying, finally taking down a powerful foe. He slashes and cuts through the center of the 'egg', twisting his sword so that he can slash at the horrid thing and hopefully break it in two.]

[This thing's really pissed him off, and he's tired. He came out here to try to negotiate with Dabi - he hadn't expected a big battle like this. Ah, well. He really should be expecting this sort of thing in Trench more. He'd like to relax for once, but that's not what Trench is about. Apparently catching a break is illegal here.]

[good idea, since he'd likely kill whoever came at him with proverbial pitchforks and torches. not that dabi's one to hide behind another person's defenses, but if the opportunity presents itself, why not make use of it? he was, after all, fighting a monster, not setting the forest on fire. (well, he was earlier, doing the latter, but small details.)

despite his own need to cool down once more, dabi's making silent notes on nara'a's skill. they work well together, despite the villain's lone wolf preferences and overkill brute force tactics. despite his own power, he's pretty sure he'd not have gotten far with this creature by himself. nara'a had done most of the physical attacking and breaking. that also means the miqo'te can be the one covered in slime as he tears apart the creature's shell and hacks its skeleton to pieces inside its sludge body.

"in two" is easily, if not messily, done now that he's able to get its bones close to the surface of its body. dabi's mildly amused that the normally-calm man is so pissed at the beast. wonders if this is a normal trait for him, or if their almost clash had been a button pusher. well... this shirt is ruined. he grabs at the melted fabric and drags the rest of it off his shoulders and arms, throwing it away with a glare of disgust. Ewugh. Gross.]

Dead?

[He doesn't seem to mind the slime and the sludge, wiping it off the best he can. His armor took a bit of a hit, but he can fix it... probably. He might need to look into learning how to do that, actually - or finding someone else who can. But that's a problem for later Nara'a, not current Nara'a.]

[Once the thing is properly cut in two he wipes his sword on some nearby brush. It'll need a proper cleaning later, but it's enough that he feels comfortable sheathing it and sighing. The shield gets holstered as well, and he wrinkles his nose a little at the gross smell of burnt... whatever this was.]

Looks like it.

[He nudges a bit of it with his foot, and seems satisfied enough that it shows no signs of life to turn his back on it and walk over to near Dabi.]

Unless you particularly want to handle the cleanup, I can take it from here. The fire'll get contained, and I'll make sure no one tries going after you.

... Not that you'd have a problem with the people here, but I know it'd be annoying.

[If people kept sending what he thought of as 'cannon fodder' at him... he'd be annoyed, too. He's been in that situation and hated it.]

[dabi's out a shirt, but the corrosive sludge didn't get too far on him before he burned it off. can always get another shirt. definitely should've worn his bloodproof cloak for this. he doesn't seem at all bothered by the dying beast, ignoring it as much as you'd ignore a bug stepped on. not his problem anymore. kill or be killed world, right?]

Good. Ya saved the forest.

[never mind the fact the beast was only the second threat to the forest today. good thing the battle's tired dabi out enough he doesn't feel like continuing his angry crusade against the beasts in the woods. this one's good enough for him. even if it didn't have the "flee and run" response he'd hoped for. got to kill it, and that's what counts.]

Do I look like someone who handles cleanup?

[with his quirk, arguably the answer is yes. burn the corpse, leave no discernible or useful evidence, etc. dabi slides his hands into his pocket.]

Think I'll go take a look at Feed before goin home. Do whatcha want with the rest.

[He hears that sarcasm, Dabi. They did save the forest, don't be a downer. But he chuckles a little at the question.]

Yes, when you want to.

[He's seen fire claim plenty of things. He doesn't need another lesson in it, so he'll take care of the monstrous remains. Maybe he'll crush them into bits or something. Or maybe he'll pick through the remains for any useful things. He's not likely to find any, but he can try.]

That's fine. Give me a call if you need or want something.

[He's not hard to find, since he keeps his Omni on him. It's as useful as a linkpearl - more, in some ways. But he doesn't expect Dabi to call him... still has to make the offer, though.]

I'll see you later.

[He turns away, using his sword to poke into the remains and take an appraising look. He grew up hunting, after all - or at least preparing the bodies of what was hunted. This isn't all that different, besides being a new monster to examine.]

[yeah. saved a bunch of places the beasts can hide and come after them later. (no he'd rather keep the woods, something he'll recall when his revenge boner is gone.) and his rhetorical question gets a stupid answer.

earns a roll of his eyes.]

Hilarious.

[loot the corpse. dabi's not gonna hang around and get slime or blood all over him and end up corrupted. been down that route before and isn't interested in dealing with beasthood again. the invite to call him, however, earns a brief glance over his shoulder, as if he might say something... but then turns back around to move forward, leading with his head and shoulders.]

Uh-huh. [he'll keep the offer in mind. this guy has a connection to feed, and with dabi not fond of fish, that kind of gravitates in his favor now doesn't it.] Ja ne.

[walking off into the smoldering woods and smoke, he disappears from view. they'll meet up again another time.]

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