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[Open] 🚬 September Flames

Who: Dabi & others
What: September Catch-All
When: September
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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[their society was already on the verge of chaos; only nobody wanted to see how it struggled with its own fragility. placing their trusts and burdens on one man, not realizing how stupid it was to do so until it was too late.

so much fun, watching it all collapse.

dabi pauses for a moment, eyes narrowing as his head cants to the side. hold a second. veering off, he makes for a market stall not too far off. yeah, those are a familiar pair of boots sitting on the side of the counter. no one's manning the station at the moment, though there are other people around watching. dabi takes the boots right off the counter and hefts them in his hand. yeah, they're his. same style and a mark on the back that prove it.]

Already did that. It's over. We're not doin that again.

[katsuki and touya reached that agreement easily enough after dragging themselves up on the beach together. fucking humiliating and wretched. not worth a repeat. and dabi doesn't need someone else trying to take up the banner for him. the other comment from himiko draws a small scoff from his lips.]

Do I look like I got a long happy life ahead of me?

[he's been walking towards his death since the day he woke up on that damn bed, with the stupid flower-faced caretaker giving him that sunshine crap. all for one intended to keep him captive there, turn him into a nomu later most likely, too fragile and broken to be a proper vessel like shigaraki. but he wasn't supposed to survive for long... and after touya went home and saw the truth... dabi had no intention of living out his days. no, he knew he was going to die and he rushed towards it with a maddened, inflamed glee, knowing there was only one person alive who would be with him when he died alongside him.]

[She pauses as well when Dabi veers off to an unattended stall. Damn, anyone could steal ther-- wait, he plucked something from there, familiar boots. About time his gear showed up. Once again, Himiko is reminded the trial one person must face after returning from the beach.]

It's a bad search game. [Himiko draws to this conclusion with a flat demoused tone. More questions rise to keep in mind like-- Did his gear appeared right when he returned or was it already scattered after death? She might have to poke more into this. It's pretty interesting. Plus, if it's someone she doesn't like, she can screw with their stuff before washing up shore. Now whether she has the energy to carry this idea or not, guess it will depend on the person.

After Dabi returns, the walk continues. Himiko almost forgot about the reason why they're in the market, she's scanning around to help with the search. When Dabi raises the question, Himiko pauses for a moment, scanning him from top to bottom, surveying him for a better answer. Pondered. Okay then.]

You can try smiling.

[If Himiko can look forward to a better life with her state of mind, Dabi is no different.

Something catches Himiko's radar, she's leaning further back to be sure of herself or... trying to attempt a limbo without the pole. Her eyes squints, trying to reach her vision to the distance and-- there! A tailor stall with Dabi's pants hanging on the side.]

And get some pants. [The message might not click right away, but it's there.]

[oh the idea of stealing more from the stall crosses his mind while he's there. but with the other people around and eyes on them, he doesn't feel like torching down half the marketplace. another day, yes. but right now, hell no. too tired for that crap. but at least he's got his boots back.

a few kicks of his heel against the side of his calf, then quick brush with his hand across his sole, and he pulls one boot on, then the other after the same process. Just cause he can't feel pain doesn't mean he wants some boardwalk splinter stabbing him in the foot every time he steps down.]

Somethin like that. [he had to play this stupid game when he first arrived in trench and isn't a fan of it. knowing he'll have to play it again after he dies is annoying each damn time. at least his sleeve cuffs appeared when he returned, beside him, but who knows about the other things. only that he had to find them. clueless to himiko's plots to screw new arrivals over, dabi gives his boots a few taps on the ground to settle, then moves off from the stall.

no one's stopping him from up and swiping boots, and he's not going to complain. joining the villainness' side once more, he falls back into step, keeping his eyes peeled for other things that once were his.]

I smile. [well, mostly when he's bothering the heroes. that lazy, smug, superior, creep smile. or the maniac one when he really starts to get going during a fight. but beyond that, yeah... he's not big on the smiles. And no, he's not looking forward to a better life because he wants to kill his father and be fucking done with it. That's the culmination of his existence. Like a star finally exploding, there'll be nothing left once he's done.

his thoughts break off when himiko flounces off and dabi trails her. giving he a flat look when she starts bending back like that, as if trying to find somethi-

oh.]

Where?

[he gets she sees pants somewhere, but doesn't gather she sees HIS.]

Uh hum. [Hardly more like it. Himiko doesn't press further.

More importantly, what her eyes caught from afar. She knows that silver buckle anywhere, and how his pants were displayed. It was near a tailor stall, framed with a wooden board. Thankfully it wasn't behind glass or anything, only small hooks is what kept it up. An old lady owned the shop, but that didn't stop Himiko from plotting.

She pulled herself upright first with a grin, then skipped her way to the stall. The old woman glanced up to her curiously, Himiko beamed a smile once she was close and came to a halt. With haste, she carefully removed the legging from its mantle. The woman didn't say anything, perhaps she was loss with words. Once the removal was done, Himiko beamed a smile to her again and skipped away.]

Thank you, Obasan!

[And thats how Himiko stole pants from granny. The elder woman had no idea how to react to that, she felt pretty lost and helpless, even after Himiko kindly thanked her. Onward! Himiko tossed the clothing Dabi's way. Pray his under garment was included too. This thought struck Himiko after she plucked the clothing away. Does she really need to seek that answer? Answer is... nope.]

Here. [On her hand, which is now on his hand. Whether he wanted to dress himself and now, Himiko skipped herself ahead. She didn't need to see what his answer would be. Not to mention it was getting pretty cold out here.]

Now it's your coat and shirt, right?

[it's only after himiko skips off in that direction that dabi finally zeros in on where she's going and what pants she referred to. his. but he holds back, opting to wait and see what she's going to do. which ends up in witnessing one of the stupidest forms of thievery known to humanity. literally waltzed right up to the stall, picked up the goods, and left with a toss of gratitude over the shoulder. almost any other place in japan would have the owner blinking in shock and then yelling after her, but in trench...

maybe the people around the shores are used to sleepers showing up and reclaiming their possessions. after all, if that old lady had any knowledge of her wares, she'd be confused as to when these pants showed up and where they came from. perhaps she knew? perhaps she's simply an senile old bat who's left utterly stunned a little girl flounced up to her stall, took an item, and left.

and not a drop of blood was spilt.]

That's pathet-mph!

[the rest of it's cut off via pants on his face, and he pulls them down a second later with a frown. jokes on you; he wasn't wearing boxer briefs the day he died. though if you don't mind, he's going to duck behind a stall elsewhere and drag his pants on, then get back in his boots and come out once more. feeling a bit more put together.

catching up to her, dabi slips his hands in his pockets, where they usually stay when he's walking. the comment earns a slight scoff.] Yeah. Could be anywhere, but probably will be somewhere on our way.

[RUDE. Himiko can contain her blood thirst and unleash it when needed. She didn't plan to pick a fight, unless the obasan tried, then that'd be another story. But no, the old lady was probably lost and confused, killing with kindness, no knife required, this time around. Try it sometime.

That's right Dabi, eat your pants! Himiko even graced him with her beaming smile after a good smack! Honestly Himiko expected him to catch it before hitting her mark (like her knife throwing), but this was fine too. Damn, he was still shit if he couldn't catch his own pants. Oh well, one of many small revenges for blowing himself up. Baka.

Yeah, she didn't wait for him, he can put his own pants on, he's almost a complete Dabi. YAY. Whenever Dabi returned, Himiko slowed her pace to match his rhythm. She glanced at him; how casual he looked in this chilling weather. Fire quirk users are damn lucky. Meanwhile, Himiko covers her nose like a small tent with her hands and exhaling her hot breath. Her nose was damn cold.]

Yeah. This part been a pretty easy. [Her voice rumbled under her hands. Penny for thought. She was still scanning around, and it wasn't just for Dabi's missing pieces either.] Maybe some hot food too.

[he thinks it's more that she's not a fan of prune juice. heh. nah, he gets it. there are times and places for fights and right now isn't one o them. swiping his things rather than engaging in altercations over them is optimal. and no thanks; he prefers to kill it with fire. shit like kindness and mercy aren't big in his charred body.

she's lucky the buckle didn't crack him in the teeth. would've possibly gotten her an attempted rat-tail from said belt after getting his damn pants back on. he didn't expect her to wing his pants at his face! hand them over, sure, but not that. and yeah maybe him being pretty shit right now curbed his usual sharp reaction speeds. likewise, he's not growling at her for doing it. much.

or for not waiting for him. least he's able to catch up without pumping some flames into the effort. get more jealouser, himiko. this walking space heater keeps it for himself. or that's what he says, despite the way his pace carries him close to the girl after noticing her warming her face with her breath. should feel like an aura of warmth suddenly pushes around her. akin to standing beside a fire.

here's a hint: don't mention it and he won't take it away.]

I know a place nearby if ya want that. [dabi sticks to the darker, smaller places, so of course he'd know a few holes in the walls where you could skulk off to for a quick meal and warm u-

oh. well now we have a problem.

see, he spots his coat. there's no mistaking it. but it's currently being worn by someone.]

[~~He's not wrong. BLEH.~~.

She's been complaining about the cold since they finally left the beach. Whether she voiced it or not, she doesn't remember. Not to mention, she still has to go out and get a winter coat. That issue will probably be added later, once Dabi feels whole again, and less like shit. He probably still has some sea water stirring around his stomach. Himiko does notice the sudden wave of warmth around her. She doesn't try to warm up her hands anymore because... HEY, they're warming up, and so is the rest of her body. Himiko casts a side glance his way, curiously, she can call him out on it, it's very tempting, and she's good at it. Himiko's awareness is something. She can detect from the obvious to stealthy. Most of her life's been observing people, and Dabi is no exception.

For now, he gets the questionable stare from her. Then slowly, her grin stretches in delight as if she's saying 'THANK YOU'. No words are spoken!

The mention of food is suddenly off the table, for now, when Dabi's attention is elsewhere. Wow, if looks could kill, the guy Dabi's got his eyes locked on would have been dust.

Oh no, this is great. Himiko's grin continues stretching just glee. Her laughter escapes, just when she was plotting of ideas to rob some dead squids. Oh yeah, she's laughing, not that hard, like a bad joke between friends.]

Is this for real? [Sorry Dabi buddy, this shit is hilarious! She's so close to making it obvious to the guy of 'yeah, that's not your coat dude LOL'. Dabi's expression, she can already imagine what's going through this petty villain's mind.]

Do you mind a couple bloodstains?

[Well, he can't toast the guy on the spot, not with the coat on. What will Dabi do?]

[she's right about the seawater, though he's heaved up most of it after he washed ashore. drawing closer to her after noticing her coldness is something he's not giving much thought to. sure, he's aware he's done it, but so long as himiko doesn't mention it, then he's not going to withdraw the silent offering. being other people's personal heater has never been something he likes doing. his quirk is his and his alone. but there are times when he decides it's okay to use it for someone else's sake. the rare "ally" being a decent person for once. and no, dabi isn't looking down on himiko enough to think she won't notice the heat. but that's all the bother he'll give right now. meaning that curious stare thrown his way ends up getting completely ignored. from the initial question to the wide-spread gratitude. urusei. he just happens to be standing next to her; that's all.

yeah, he'd like to turn the guy into dust, but there's the problematic issue of his coat being on said person. tsk... bastard. would've been a lot easier if he was off by himself. lay him out with a punch and take it back. but in this crowded setting?

dabi glances to the side, turquoise eyes flicking down to the laughter beside him.]

What? [and then she has the audacity to laugh some more with her answer.] rrrgh... Urusei. [a quiet growl mutters from his lips as he rolls his eyes and looks back to the target ahead. see how she likes it next time she dies and gets her shit put on someone else.]

Ya think I haven't got blood on that thing before?

[idiot. dabi finally just gestures, hand at his hip lifting in a casual motion forward.]

Go for it.

[if she's offering to play fetch.]

[That's easy, she'd rather avoid death much as possible, thank you. It was pretty funny because it's as if the person signed a death warrant unintentionally. Best part about the tea here was how irritated Dabi felt. Next time, don't die. How's that for petty?

EXCUSE YOU, she offered no such thing! Don't treat her like a pup. At least imagine her as a better animal, like a fox or something. Rude. Although, he does have a point on one thing, he had killed people, but Himiko can't imagine Dabi with no other weapon except his quirk. Which also raised another question?]

Wait. Don't tell me. They leave bloody handprints before they die. [On his coat. Himiko can't imagine any other way but FWOOOSH. All good laughs must come to an end, a pleasant sigh escaped, but the grin of hers was still there. She stretched her arms out and over her head.]

Come on, you know you want some of the action. But, if you aren't feeling well, I get it.

[Double team! Double team!]

[who just picks up and puts on other people's thing? ignoring the obvious reality the local had no idea whose "thing" the coat was and that trench was keen to toss a sleeper's belongings wherever it wanted upon their arrival. twice now. maybe it's better than being told he had to win his shit back from fair ground games, but at least he could steal those...

look, you're the one who asked if he minded blood on his coat. how else was he supposed to take such a suggestion? though he'd appreciate it if she didn't put any holes in the clothing. it's kinda part of his image, ya know. right, cause everyone knows you can train a fox to fetch your coat off a stranger's shoulders.]

Ya think I've only ever burned people to death? [dabi arches a brow at her, one part curious that she'd think that and one part maybe kind of affronted she assumes he's never gotten his hands physically bloody. he's had a few under his belt. literally beating someone to death in a phone booth with his own hands, a knife on another, and a gun on a third. but they're few and far between, and the knife was out of survival-based panic when he was younger.

he clicks his tongue when himiko calls him out on his own violent streak. but yeah, he's not really into it. he feels like shit right now. or did she forget him lurching around the beach like a zombie earlier... ah well.

dabi swings his body, leading with his head in a languid motion.]

S'get this over with.

['who just picks up and puts on other people's thing?' UMM... if it's lost, it's up for grabs? Himiko had to steal some things to make a living, even cute purses and plushies. Listen, she didn't have cash or had an idea how to make it, unless she could find herself a cute sugar daddy for a couple hours. ~~no prostitution required.~~ Get him to buy a meal, make away with cash after a good stab or two.

Look. She's not a pup, no one can tame her. No way she's doing easy favors for you, Dabi. See who's petty now? As for his burning question, Himiko turns her head towards him, giving him full attention.]

Ah, duh. [Obviously. Why use weapons when you can barbeque someone with a flick of the wrist? Himiko is still new to the syndicate world. Never had she ever use other weapons besides blades. Guns are okay, but she needs practice first. She shrugs, okay, she gets it, following a drag sigh.

Come on Dabi, letting out a little rage will get you moving again. Himiko glees when Dabi joins her, skipping a little ahead to meet the other side of the victim's, hooking her arm with his, the focus aiming to her with a huge smile. Poor guy, he probably thinks he's being picked up by a cute girl.]

[... dabi. he's done that plenty and he for damn sure knows toga has too. but hey, no one's gonna fault them for being giant hypocrites when it comes to their own things, right? well they can; they'll just die for it. dabi's stolen before, and he's killed before. he's even done things he's not entirely proud of in order to survive. there's a reason he left his shame in an alley somewhere. people have weird tastes. and lets be honest, it's honestly an easy way to make money.

he's not askin for favors. at this point. she's still the one who suggested she go get it, asking about bloodstains and whether he minds them at all. sheesh, don't ask him such an insinuating question and then gripe at the assumption.]

You'd be surprised. [because there's an entirely different kind of rush to beating and strangling someone to deal with your own hands. or whatever happens to be within reach at them. can't say he's ever had a gun in his hand before. not one he's used at least. and while he'd love to fry this asshole right now... he's wearing his coat.

don't encourage him to rage. this marketplace will be a sea of flames while he walks out. himiko's able to get ahead and him and reach the other guy's side first. meaning she gets his attention, as well as his two friends' notice as well. makes it easy for dabi to walk right up to him on the other side and bluntly slug him right in the face the second he turns around.

good thing he can't feel pain, cause that might've made his hand ache. sure he's a bit malnourished and lanky, but he's still got enough street-worn wiry muscle to lay a grown man flat down. as just demonstrated.

so much for not starting a commotion...]

That's mine.

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