① [the hell was up with this month. dragging him to some further-corrupted version of this world (the same that already dragged him from his own world -- was it normal to get kidnapped from the place that already kidnapped you?) to deal with cults and monsters and fucking flowers. shoving him into the annals of the library to meet up and have an as vague as possible "heart to heart" with a stranger for the sake of some new (and important) bling. and finally siccing his charred ass on a creature that couldn't fucking stay dead but ultimately had to die to help crops grow. right, because all of that sounded completely logical in his mind. whether it was logic or insanity, he was tired of it. usually gets tied of trench's shit by the end of the month... well, more tired than he looks normally.
all points to crashing inside his house and not going out for the next week. but unfortunately, life called and dabi had to... uh... nah, flop back on the couch with one arm thrown over the back and a leg dropped on the floor. better. he took another hour to nap before finally getting himself up and off the furniture. had to meet with someone to make a trade. rummaging around the storage, he found what he wanted and pocketed a spiky-looking orb of a trinket that he'd found in the caves a while back. someone had mentioned wanting something like it and after showing them a picture of the item, the bargain was quickly struck. which piqued his curiosity instantly about how valuable this thing really was... but considering what he was getting for the item, it was worth the trade. after all, if he's honest, the only reason dabi brought the trinket back from the cave was to trade it later.
no salt on the air from a walk on the beach, no smoke hanging around while wandering between burning buildings, the streets of trench are rather calm today. as calm as the dreary place can get. the cloudy skies lit with dusk light are more the villain's preferred time of activity. particularly when going to his preferred trading spot. not bad actually... trading a ball of spikes for a-
hold that thought. speaking of ball of spikes... turquoise eyes shift to the side, noticing the telltale explosion of ashen blonde across the way. talking with a vendor, counting coins in a pouch, staring at a ware, lost in thought. doesn't know what he's doing, but he's there. that explosion kid. dabi one time told shouto that he had no intention of hunting down and hurting his little brother's friends. what point was there when they weren't trying to stop him (regularly) and he had no personal vendetta against them? except in this case... there's indeed a very personal vendetta.
dabi turns his course, boots leaving the dirt path and heading onto the brick and cobblestone. each step bringing him closer to the young hero. amusing that shigaraki thought this kid would become one of them. didn't he see the spirit behind his eyes? how was it not obvious that effort was a waste of time? he'd never become a villain, too swayed by all might, too blinded by the hero he aspired to be.
tsk... touya knew all about being blinded by the adoration of a hero...
it wasn't the first time someone'd tried to kill him. wasn't the first time he brushed himself off and kept going with his life afterwards. and it wasn't the first time that violent streak, fueled by revenge, pride, and general assholery, came flaring back like a match held to a gas leak. this kid tried to murder him. which was all sorts of amusing after the fact. a hero, given in to his baser instincts, too weak to resist the corrupting influence of this infesting world. what it must've done to his spirit, the weight of that guilt, especially considering bakugou's fall that day had almost resulted in the "other" toga dying. another hero, all burned up by endeavor's cruelest flames. nah, he had no regrets over that event...
save for one.]
Hey, kid.
[that's all. a single greeting, almost as casual as meeting a friend for dinner. before dabi's glowing hand burst aflame and FWOOM!! pumped out a wide-spread burst of blue fire straight at him. it's nostalgic really. he did the same sort of thing to this explosive bastard's teacher.]
Prompt ~ Going Out With A
all points to crashing inside his house and not going out for the next week. but unfortunately, life called and dabi had to... uh... nah, flop back on the couch with one arm thrown over the back and a leg dropped on the floor. better. he took another hour to nap before finally getting himself up and off the furniture. had to meet with someone to make a trade. rummaging around the storage, he found what he wanted and pocketed a spiky-looking orb of a trinket that he'd found in the caves a while back. someone had mentioned wanting something like it and after showing them a picture of the item, the bargain was quickly struck. which piqued his curiosity instantly about how valuable this thing really was... but considering what he was getting for the item, it was worth the trade. after all, if he's honest, the only reason dabi brought the trinket back from the cave was to trade it later.
no salt on the air from a walk on the beach, no smoke hanging around while wandering between burning buildings, the streets of trench are rather calm today. as calm as the dreary place can get. the cloudy skies lit with dusk light are more the villain's preferred time of activity. particularly when going to his preferred trading spot. not bad actually... trading a ball of spikes for a-
hold that thought. speaking of ball of spikes... turquoise eyes shift to the side, noticing the telltale explosion of ashen blonde across the way. talking with a vendor, counting coins in a pouch, staring at a ware, lost in thought. doesn't know what he's doing, but he's there. that explosion kid. dabi one time told shouto that he had no intention of hunting down and hurting his little brother's friends. what point was there when they weren't trying to stop him (regularly) and he had no personal vendetta against them? except in this case... there's indeed a very personal vendetta.
dabi turns his course, boots leaving the dirt path and heading onto the brick and cobblestone. each step bringing him closer to the young hero. amusing that shigaraki thought this kid would become one of them. didn't he see the spirit behind his eyes? how was it not obvious that effort was a waste of time? he'd never become a villain, too swayed by all might, too blinded by the hero he aspired to be.
tsk... touya knew all about being blinded by the adoration of a hero...
it wasn't the first time someone'd tried to kill him. wasn't the first time he brushed himself off and kept going with his life afterwards. and it wasn't the first time that violent streak, fueled by revenge, pride, and general assholery, came flaring back like a match held to a gas leak. this kid tried to murder him. which was all sorts of amusing after the fact. a hero, given in to his baser instincts, too weak to resist the corrupting influence of this infesting world. what it must've done to his spirit, the weight of that guilt, especially considering bakugou's fall that day had almost resulted in the "other" toga dying. another hero, all burned up by endeavor's cruelest flames. nah, he had no regrets over that event...
save for one.]
Hey, kid.
[that's all. a single greeting, almost as casual as meeting a friend for dinner. before dabi's glowing hand burst aflame and FWOOM!! pumped out a wide-spread burst of blue fire straight at him. it's nostalgic really. he did the same sort of thing to this explosive bastard's teacher.]