events + catchall yall

[bleedformeplz]

Who: Himiko Toga and (YOU)people. New CR are welcome.
What: September Madness Catchall
When: All over September time is fake
Where: all over trench

Content Warnings: Murder, violence, cults, kidnapping. Marked by thread.

Reference: plot post

[[Feel free to PM me or hit me on discord nightluna#1098 for additional plotting.]]

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Early September. Hug me! [open] vileblood effects

[bleedformeplz]

[Now the month had passed, Himiko wondered what these gods planned to throw for this coming month. First month, surprisingly she got away with murder, a couple times. It was great. Last month she almost turned into a giant squid and had to suck blood from--- Actually, let's pretend it never happened. Last month is toast, on to this month! The network was Himiko's to-go source, since everyone relied on it. People began posting memory losses, then the new squid posts overlapped, and some of the boring posts. It felt too early for major events, but she still kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary and made mental notes.

Though, for some reason, Himiko felt out of place at home. Her room felt... empty and cold. Since when did the void of her own room bothered her? This was enough reason for her to venture out. Her dark cloak draped over her, shielding herself from any cold. Yet, this agony feeling weighed her mind to the point Himiko groaned discomfort. It was like a bad migraine refusing to go away. She rocked left to right, like a grandfather clock. When will this pain go away?

Then, her head and shoulder bumped onto someone's side. After that initial contact, Himiko's mood felt content. A soft grin stretched far, eyes closed, snuggling someone's side as if they were a teddy bear.]

Yes.

[No, she's not. She is very conformable there.]

This is it.

[So, who's shoulder is she perching herself on again?]

[[Influence blood types]]

[peripheries]

[It's awkward. It's awkward to embrace someone you don't know like they're an oversized teddy bear. Most would pull away or even forcefully defend their personal space.

Kaworu, on the other hand, simply glances over at this girl perched on his shoulder. He looks over her like she's a curious work of art that he's trying to work out the meaning of, tilting his head one way and then the other.]

What's what?

/SCREAMS/ THELOVEDEKU SQUAD.

[bleedformeplz]

[Himiko couldn't describe on the spot. She felt relaxed and content, unaware her blood played a role. It was strange, she didn't feel the urge to stab. Himiko sighed in bliss, as she felt herself fading away.]

This. Right here. It feels---

[Oh snap! The moment finally clicked by the sound of Kaworu's voice. Himiko pushed herself off quickly as possible and hopped a couple feet away. Her arms flapped rapidly as her heart raced from this strange first impression awkwardness.]

GOSH I'M SORRY! THIS IS WEIRD! I'M WEIRD AND THANKS FOR THAT!

[First impressions, yep.]

[terriblepurpose]

[ At first, Paul expects the approaching stranger to swerve around him. When it becomes clear that she would continue on, blithely unconcerned, he faced a choice: he could step aside, allowing her miserably huddled form to continue on, or he could shift himself to ensure their collision was a gentle one.

A hand comes up to the stranger's shoulder, steadying her. Paul is not at ease, but he allows the shocking amount of contact, unshielded and without even reaching for his knife. ]

Are you all right?

[ He asks, gently. ]

[bleedformeplz]

I am now.

[She was drowned in her content. It was strange for Himiko as well, the girl who was on high alert, who kept her guard up, mostly from the world. Her daggers remained hidden and untouched. Her violent urge ceased. Was she being? The other normal? She was becoming drunk under the vileblood effects, clinging for somebody. Maybe they felt an urge to be near her as well.

His soft touch on her shoulder was to enable her to wrap her arms around his waist. Question is, can he handle it.]

Yup! Thank you, mister!

[Thank him for what exactly?]

[floatsaway]

[The climate has changed pretty dramatically from July to Agust, and so on. For once, Ochako's not out on a grocery trip, but scouring different shops and storefronts for warmer clothing and better shoes for herself and Bakugou. Her boyfriend may have his combat boots - the ones he uses in his costume, which can easily be wore wherever - but Ochako doesn't. She has her own Hero costume's booty, but the poofy, cushioned knee-highs aren't exactly practical. She needs more and better shoes in general, honestly...they both do. But Ochako doesn't know Bakugou's shoe size, so she's shopping mostly for herself, for now.

She boots she did manage to get cost a lot, and she's feeling somewhat exhausted from the vials of blood she had to give away for them, thinking maybe it'd be best to commission someone she knew, who could make clothes, to just have them make some sweaters, scarves, and socks for herself and her boyfriend. It'd probably be cheaper, honestly... Or at least some thick, soft blankets. Hell, even furs wouldn't be so bad, either!! So long as it was warm, because she knows how much her blond hates the cold weather, and would appreciate anything that'd keep the chill at bay.

As she's mulling this all over, not really paying much attention to the people around her, Ochako felt someone accidentally smack into her, and she stumbled a bit in alarm. Catch herself, and hopefully the other person, Ochako apologizes immediately. She was still a little woozy from having to give blood for her new boots (which were danglinf from a paper bag on her arm), so it's be an easy mistake to make with her depth perception being kinda...not the best.]

Ah, I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to bump you there, are you ok--...eh.

[Catching sight of that all too familiar grin, the sharpened teeth, and those bright eyes, Ochako feels tense for all of a helf second. Ochako knows that this isn't the Hero version of Toga - she had tried contacting the girl some time after she saved Bakugou, to invite her over as thanks, but the message failed to go through. Ochako knew instantly what that meant. And yet, despite knowing the Toga latched to her right now is the villain version of her, Ochako can't find it in herself to pull away, or even really be on edge or afraid.

No, she feels...peaceful. Almost relaxed, even. She knows, rationally, that lowering her guard is unwise, but illogically chooses to ignore that tiny voice in her head. It'll be fine. Besides, didn't she once say that she wanted to get to know this Toga a little better, too? Or at least try to understand her more. Maybe this is her chance.]

[bleedformeplz]

[Nice. It felt as if Himiko was resting on a large mochi. Soft, the scent was sweet, everything seemed fine long as she leaned close to the mochi. After she had some initial contact, her senses slowly returned to her surrounding, and who's the one apologizing? She sounded... familiar. Her vision blurred for a brief moment, opening her eyes and side glance to her savior. Her mochi pillow began to shift more human, pink.... that brown hair and eyes...

That wasn't a mochi. That was.... Blink. Ochako.]

WAH!

[Himiko thrust herself away. Her cape whipped around and behind, the poor bat hanging by the edge of her skirt screeched loudly and flapped irritated. Was that bugger sleeping this whole time? Yes, it was. How dare these girls awaken from its slumber! The screech was unnoticed. Himiko quickly tried to silence the little omen with her cloak, wrapping her hips until the creature toned down. Spoiler, it didn't. The tiny screech continued.]

Ochako! H-hi!

[swellter]

[ That's his question! With his sense of sight gone, Shouto can't exactly see her and he hasn't exactly had many encounters with her so her voice, good or bad, goes unplaced. Turning his head slightly around, Shouto stares into the darkness where the sound came from. There's a dullness in the grey and teal of his eyes as he stares to the right of her, guessing her positioning.

In his hand is a long cane made of ice that he uses as a 'seeing' stick which he moves slowly until he comes across something solid - leg - and adjusts his head accordingly. Still not quite facing her head on, but closer than before. ]

What is it?

[bleedformeplz]

[Doesn't help she was resting on his flame side. So nice and warm, it helps to keep the bad winter away.]

You know, when you find your warm happy place.

[She didn't recognize his voice either. You know, prioritizing her pick on the students. Also, he was Dabi's punching bag from what she recalled. Himiko tried to keep herself away from the stronger quirks.

After a good moment, she began to wonder who she was her pillow savior.]

Think it's okay I ta--

[She finally got a good look at her heat warmer and it.. him.]

Aren't you Dabi's brother?

[Should she be afraid? Logically, she probably should. Yet, her vileblood isn't helping.]

Leap of Faith (a) - pocket dimension, bruised teen

[bleedformeplz]

[Well, her prayers were answered. Bad humor. Himiko wasn't quite sure what happened. In a blink, she felt the ground open underneath her, and one of her thighs felt as if it was on fire before being dragged into the void. If Himiko could describe this experience, it was someone's quirk, being pulled to the other side of the world. Her body ached; she was out for a while, and she didn't recognize the layout. Thankfully her vileblood bound any severe pains, and able to get back on her feet quickly. Great, she was abducted. First rule of abduction, study the surrounding and stay alive. Stab the asshole later.

If Himiko could describe this strange pocket dimension, a worst apocalypse. It made the Trench look more pleasant. The air felt heavy and dried her mouth, the sky was pretty loud which was hard to stay alert, and there weren't enough buildings to hide it out. She heard rumors of sanctuaries available for refuge. Could she go there? Would people try to detain her because of her background? Well, she's a victim too, and pretty thirsty. She draped her cloak over her shoulders and head, her small omen vampire was hidden and hung from the bottom of her skirt. Himiko can't quite tell if her omen is pretty creative or a small pervert. It was cute though.

Perhaps if she's lucky, she could avoid the danger. Then again, there are those kind of people who would love to bring trouble. Onward to the sanctuary!]

Leap of Faith (b) - closed LoV [cults, violence, murder, fire, etc.]

[bleedformeplz]

[Himiko hated the cult for a couple good reasons. What ticked her off the most was when they tried to force her to join them. She outright refused them and was ready to walk-out except... a hand gripped her shoulder. Oh, it was on.

Timeskip to later, the cult beckoned anyone in the sanctuary out to the back of the building. The crowd were people from the cult, none of the civilians or guests dared not to take part what was to happen. While there were roses which grew all over the garden in the back, there was one burnt patch area that could had been used to make a fire pit a normal person would have thought. No. In the center of the ash are piled of logs and dry grass with a long wooden stake in the center. Better yet, Himiko's wrists and feet were bound by thick ropes. She tried to wiggle either her wrists or feet free, but alas the restrains were tight. Her blood isn't potent enough to be lethal, her knives confiscated, Himiko hit her head hard on the stake going down her list of options to save her skin. Was this it? Was she finally about to experience... death?

Her small bat omen screeched above her, afraid to leave her side. Why doesn't her bat leave and save himself? She hated this, she hated everything here. What would Deku do? The thought about it, she couldn't help but chuckle even in this condition. Probably make some speech she imagined. Then again, these tight ropes can't hold him down.

Ochako probably float away.

Tsu, she'd probably escape too.

Damn, was this the thought of defeat? Himiko hung her head forward, smiling at the thought, her smile stretching. So, this is it. She's about to die.

The leader of the cult finally threw the torch in the pile and the flames spread. Fear shot up her spine and the heat quickly intensified. Once again, what could Himiko do? She didn't want to give them any satisfaction. So, she looked up and forward with an eerie smile, the last thing she wants to give these creeps is a feared teenager.]

May you all be damned by Mariana. Go to hell.

[burnitblack]

[he only engaged with the cult for a few reasons. first time had merely been curiosity and to check whether it was more beneficial to him to join up to take advantage of their resources or if it was better to leave them be and strike out on his own until he found a way home. the latter ended up being the way to go, since dabi didn't appreciate the attempts to forcefully convert him. he played along for a bit, listening to their garbage for a day or two, eating their food, sleeping in their beds, then later volunteered to step outside and look for more converts. and never came back. to that one at least. wasn't really in the plans to get murdered by cultists, thanks. since he never outright denied or doubted them, he skirted around the murder trigger. radical crazies.

it was a workable scam at least? and he was capable of playing that same card multiple times. went to another cultist stronghold. pretended to be the new guy again. came in, looked around, heard what they had to say, spent a few days with the new group to consider his options. then left after an excuse to step outside. eventually they'd catch on, especially considering dabi wasn't exactly hard to identify, but he milked it for all he could in the meantime. of course, once they caught on, he planned on "forcing" them to work with him via hostage situations, but all in due time...

speaking of due time. during his third stay with the current cult branch, he caught wind of a happening and dutifully followed the crowd to keep up appearances. blending in to dark places was kind of a thing for him. well well... rose bushes. didn't he hear something about a ritual involving roses? might not be a problem to take one or five before leaving this place. real question is, what's going on right now? the crowd's getting antsy in a way that evokes fear and anticipation to be relieved of that fear. finally getting enough space to wind around the side of the crowd and earn a look, dabi pauses in surprise.

what the fuck? why the hell is the lunatic here? tied to a stake no less. oh, here comes the leader of this place. with a torch. really? they're going this old-fashioned? tsk... bitch, why didn't she learn to lay low? she could've easily disguised herself too. something must've happened to rat her out. whether she did it herself or something else occurred...

pain in the ass.

well if they wanna burn people... there's a brief flicker of light on the side of the crowd, like a small blue waif of flame. before dabi abruptly ignites his entire left side and blasts a raging torrent of flames out beside him. tendrils of fire lash out from waves of blue inferno, slashing at people and knocking them into the potent conflagration flood as it tears across their ranks. it only takes a second or two before the majority of the crowd is little more than smoldering corpses, blackened and clawing amid the glowing blue flames, still eagerly consuming what's left and available. some managed to escape by virtue of being on the furthest right side of the crowd, thus avoiding the flames due to having more bodies between them and dabi, but it ain't pretty either way. the scent of burning flesh and smoke swarms the gardens as the scarred villain walks from the edge of the char-broiled crowd and stalks across the grass towards toga's pyre and the leader.]

Ya dunno how to burn people, old man. Way too slow. Now if ya don't mind, I'll be takin that crazy bitch back now.

I hope I did this right lol

[comecatchthesehands]

Cults? Fun. Idiots who get themselves involved in cults? Not so fun. Of course he had followed them both. It wasn't hard with search and while he was certain that they could do without him much more than he could do without them, keeping an eye on Dabi and Toga wasn't his business unless a cult tried to pry open their skulls and shove in dumb ideologies. They had better things to do than wear robes and be ordered around lest they forget that wasn't the world they wanted to begin with. Dabi? No doubt that he's working an angle. Toga? Pretty certain she was as susceptible to an ideology as anyone else.

Toga's quirk kept him coming closer, curious as to why the both of them were in the same place. Wearing the clothes of the cult, he made his way into the crowd with the hood hanging low over his face, watching with more than a little upset as they decided they were going to burn the witch so to speak.

That made it all the more frustrating when he had been standing just south of the side that Dabi cremated. Enough that the hem of his robe had caught on fire and was put out with a simple pat of his fingers. Christ. This grandiose motherfucker couldn't just grab her and go, he had to show off at the same time. Not to mention that left Toga in danger still. God damn it, fine. Having honed his abilities all these years made it a simple task to rivet stab the stake she was put on and send decay through the floor to break it off and pull the whole thing off its base and back toward him. She could suffer being in the air tied to it, that made her easier to carry.

As if he wasn't also showing off, Dabi's crowd control could be utilized as long as Tomura's decay could find them a way out. "Dabi." Not that he had to say it loud, really, just a verbal use of his name for 'have your fun we're going'. It's not like they could leave witnesses either and since some of them looked poised to try to go against the flame-wielder, it was now or never with Tomura easily dispatching anyone coming close enough to try to put him and Toga back down.

For all intents and purposes, he could've left Dabi. He would've been fine, but. No. Strength in numbers and Dabi's defense of their offensive escape would be a pain in the ass to lose. Yeah. That's it.

knowledge is power - open [cw: possible mention of murder, blood, violence]

[bleedformeplz]

[The school never crossed her mind until it was in view, and there was quite a crowd. With a click of the tongue, Himiko blended herself within the crowd and to get an idea what is up. All this for a bracelet, and it looked cute. Accessories were rare and this teenager needed this!

So, the name of the game was, get to know the person. Sure, she can do that. Just have a normal conversation with a complete stranger, get to know them, she rode this train before. Himiko sat down comfortably in a room with two chair and a table. She didn't bother taking off her cloak and it was chilly for her bare legs. People had warned her to cover her legs due blood exposure, but nah. Her small vampire bat perched on her shoulder. Himiko propped both elbows on the table, supporting her head as she leaned closer to the table, humming to herself. Whenever the person showed up, Himiko didn't hesitate to introduce herself.]

Hi. I'm Himiko Toga, age 18. I like to stab whoever I want.

[azurestar]

[As much as Lance cares about his appearance and fashion, he was actually drawn here by the practical use of the bracelet. But could respect someone just wanting it for the looks. When he steps into the room he was told to go to and hears that greeting from the girl sitting there, he pauses. Blinks. Processes. Opens his mouth… closes it. A hand comes to his chin thoughtfully as he stands there in the doorway.]

…With a sword or with a knife?

[bleedformeplz]

[Himiko's smile is beaming endlessly mostly because this guy hasn't left yet. There is no filter for this girl, she will speak her mind with ease. He didn't look bad either. As for the question, she hums for a moment, bobbing her head left and right.]

Hmm... Let's see. [Finally, an honest conversation. Well, it doesn't have to be a knife, it can be anything long as it does the job right. Plus stringing this guy sounds pretty fun.] Okay, I'm not a sword fan. It feels like so much work, you know.

[Probably or probably not, it's worth breaking the ice. How long does that guy plan to stand there.]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Some people might be taken aback at Himiko's blunt introduction or at the very least a little creeped out. Nope. Not Maul. He just takes it all in stride. Really, he would have given a similar introduction when he'd been her age. Perhaps this is yet another socially-awkward psychopathic teenager he's run into? He does seem to attract those a lot like iron filings straight to a magnet.]

Then you will probably get along better with me than 90% of the idiots in this city.

[bleedformeplz]

[Yes Maul, come collect all the psychopath teenagers. They'll love you, in their own way. Okay, Himiko had to take a second look at what just walked in. Truth be told, Maul looked like any normal guy back home, with a quirk, assuming he had one. Or those... gosh what do they call them, goth fetish? Are those horns actually real? Get along he says? Himiko's grin stretches endlessly.]

Oh? Why do you say that? [She didn't want to assume, she liked to hear his response first, bobbing her head left to right.]

[tempredmental]

[He'd already started something like this for the whole bracelet thing by accident with someone else, so he wandered around a bit more to see what was going on. It seemed like a useful artifact to have anyway in a place like this.

He was not expecting an introduction like that, though. Talk about contrast between this girl and Scorpia.

He stared for a second, almost like a deer in the headlights.]

Just... randomly?

[At least Keith usually got the desire to stab people for a reason... usually involving them getting him pissed off...]

[bleedformeplz]

[Whether this guy had a bracelet or not, Himiko doesn't mind starting the conversation. She enjoyed meeting with people, learning more about them, anything useful for herself. While Keith was lost with words, Himiko was bobbing her head left to right as if listening to some good music with her eerie grin.]

Depends on my mood.

[Which is half true... There is a pause, debating to add anything else to this. There are quite a few reasons why she behaves like this, mostly to show affection, but to tell a guy this? Who she just met? She's tapping her heel on the floor. Grinning again.] Guess so.

Tea with Beatrice - [closed]

[bleedformeplz]

[Himiko was upset mostly with Shigaraki and posted the network about it. Even though it was meant to troll, she couldn't let this pettiness slide. Beatrice invited her over for tea and girl time. Himiko needed this, she needed to vent out to someone she felt conformable with who shared her opinion. Beatrice.... no matter how many times Himiko looked at her, she is a princess doll.]

Thank you for having me over.

[Himiko sat close to the table, her cloak on, and her bat omen perched on her shoulder. She won't like, she could cosplay as a warlock or something. As a guest, Himiko tried to be ladylike much as possible, feet flat on the floor and legs together, poster upright, she was having tea with a golden princess witch. Not exactly bobba tea, maybe she could introduce that beverage sometime later. Himiko sighed.]

I know something is up, but it hurts, you know.

Re: Tea with Beatrice - [closed]

[manyone]

Of course! If you're distressed, I want to help!

[ Beatrice is nothing if not a gracious hostess. A pot of warm tea, a plate of sweet things, and all the other required bits and bobs for a calm, happy time together as far as Beatrice is concerned. She pours out a cup for Himiko, slides it towards her with the cream and sugar. ]

Of course it hurts. When those we love don't notice us it's almost worse than a physical blow. It hurts you down to your soul.

[ She smiles. ]

Tell me a little about this Shigaraki.

October~

[bleedformeplz]

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Bakugou

[bleedformeplz]

[It was a miracle Himiko finally fell asleep. This month hasn't been good for her. The restless nights felt endless while her mind felt overwhelmed with insecurity. It started with something small such as, was the stove turned off? Refrigerator closed? Was all her items lined up evenly? Then it escalated from the security of her own home to suspecting people outside. What didn't she understand was why? The sudden flood of insecurity overwhelmed her to the point she had to second glance from the side, even three to be sure. Anyone following? Was someone after 'her' blood? Revenge? This urge was the reason she couldn't catch a goodnight sleep. It had driven her to the point of texting her comrades at night.

Anyway, when sleep finally had taken over, the urge of insecurity was there, but at least her mind was able to shut down temporarily. But still, she couldn't sleep for long, it only takes a moment for someone to end one's life, or kidnap. When she finally roused from a quick slumber, her head felt fogged and heavy, as if recovering from a hangover. Laughable, it was hard to get her drunk with the blood she had. Her hand brushed around the side of her head and to the back when she arched herself forward and off the ground, touching lightly to feel any sudden pain by the touch. Nothing.

When she came to, she found herself in the woods. This day officially sucked. Her grin and eyes felt irritated and displeased, as if someone had a rough day. Either someone thought it was funny to kidnap a teenager and drop her in the woods or this was some stupid event conjured up by whichever God, it was still kidnapping regardless. Even better, her other hand felt occupied with something, a strange and puzzling shard. Was this some watch? Whatever it was, it was sharp enough to use until her mind cleared up.

As she cast her glance around the woods, now upright, she did catch a familiar spike blond. The pit of her stomach dropped, and her danger sense flared.]

You can't be serious. [She mumbled to herself, who knows, the blond probably picked up her verbal too. Her eyes squinted, ensured the person laying there was indeed who she first thought it was, and yep, the exploding quirk user, Bakugou.

He wasn't moving, yet. Was he dead? Kidnapped? This is rich. Just to play it safe, Himiko grabbed a nearby rock or a clump of dirt, a size of a moth ball and tossed it to his head, forehead to be exact. There was a good gap of five or seven feet between them or else, hell, she didn't want to be near him. What better to check a guy's pulse with a random debris object? He had a hard head anyway.]

Oi.

[That's all you're getting Explosion Guy.]

Lance - second death

[bleedformeplz]

[The locals were always an interest to Himiko. They had their own stories to tell from folk tales to legends, even urban legends, especially in the month of October. Some started out as stories, others as rumors. It was fun to hang out with the locals, scared out of their pants as they told her stories. There was the Omni net too, it helped a lot hearing from the people who had been here for a year. One of the spooky stories which caught her attention was the draugr. Man, trying to get the name alone was a chore. Himiko didn't understand why the locals were afraid to whisper the name, it was enough to spook them. They ate memories what she got. Sounded like a typical bad boogieman for the elderlies.

Much as Himiko would have loved to catch a glimpse of these strange humanoid creatures, her insomnia this month sucked. She felt herself on the edge for, what she felt, the stupidest things. Toilet paper, was there enough rolls in the bathroom? Double locking doors of her safe place. Even pushed a dresser against the door! It sucked. She lived for thrills, but she just couldn't step out of her comfort zone. Then the restless nights put her on the edge. Someone, hurry up and end her.

On top of that, Himiko decided to get her face painted like a tiger because of yet, another rumor she heard, and this one at least sounded fun! She was a werecat! It was like someone adding another quirk to the pile. Her senses were sharp, so were her nails and teeth, and she enjoyed herself. Her agility was amazing! People would catch glimpse of her hopping roof to roof. Her stealth was an added bonus, and holy mice-- she hissed at other cats! Territorial mode get?

Then she spots something on the street, or someone. A familiar, and not-so bad, sniper guy from last month? Who also happened to jump his accusation to the deep end in the network, hilarious. The cat girl's grin stretched ear to ear mischievously. Himiko was on the roof when she spotted him in the crowd, his eyes dilated, crouched down with both hands planted in front of her as if about to leap. Tail sways left to right, waiting patiently for the right moment. He was getting closer... closer.... she crouched down further and-- launched herself to the air.]

Hi~! [She was up, allowing gravity to take control and hopefully pounced right on top of his back, laughing. If not, cats landed on their feet anyway.]