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deercountry2022-09-15 02:28 pm
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Misc Log Things
Who: Shigaraki and anyone that hates themselves enough.
What: This is for things that I don't have TLs to go to, or perhaps backtags that I'd like to participate in that may have seen me or the other person unable to in that month but we'd like to play it out. That sort of thing. It's easier to collect it there than my inbox for me.
When: Various times throughout my enjoyable time here in Deer.
Where: Various places as well.
First off, spoilers for MHA all the hell over. The black redacted areas of this warning you can highlight to see what it is, but if you don't want spoilers for MHA I wouldn't. Everything else may be a spoiler from this point on that is unmarked.
Shigaraki is first and foremost a supervillain and therefore has no problem with talking straight about death, murder and mayhem. There may be other things here that fall into the realm of the unkindly or maybe it just ends up being doing dishes who knows lol. There will most certainly be talk of his dead family, of whom he killed and some of which he has no remorse for killing. This includes themes of animal death regarding his familiar, Mon who is a daily reminder that he accidentally murdered his dog when his quirk manifested. I don't know for certain that things like this will come up but those are the big things content wise. His abilities/powers etc are a whole other story and will be managed from thread to thread.
What: This is for things that I don't have TLs to go to, or perhaps backtags that I'd like to participate in that may have seen me or the other person unable to in that month but we'd like to play it out. That sort of thing. It's easier to collect it there than my inbox for me.
When: Various times throughout my enjoyable time here in Deer.
Where: Various places as well.
First off, spoilers for MHA all the hell over. The black redacted areas of this warning you can highlight to see what it is, but if you don't want spoilers for MHA I wouldn't. Everything else may be a spoiler from this point on that is unmarked.
Shigaraki is first and foremost a supervillain and therefore has no problem with talking straight about death, murder and mayhem. There may be other things here that fall into the realm of the unkindly or maybe it just ends up being doing dishes who knows lol. There will most certainly be talk of his dead family, of whom he killed and some of which he has no remorse for killing. This includes themes of animal death regarding his familiar, Mon who is a daily reminder that he accidentally murdered his dog when his quirk manifested. I don't know for certain that things like this will come up but those are the big things content wise. His abilities/powers etc are a whole other story and will be managed from thread to thread.
River of Regret
Lately it's been chilly--enough to have Katsuki wearing his winter costume underneath the cloak that he'd gotten upon arrival. Hood up, to preserve heat and protect from the elements. The bursts of bone biting wind are bad enough, but those random bouts of cold drizzle are what really have him feeling sour as he makes his way around Crenshaw. He fucking hates the rain. Everything about it is a pain in his ass. That's why the explosive blond is all business as he hastily makes his way to the district with the best markets--it's his turn to go out and barter for food while Ochako stays in the warm ass house and does chores. Asking her to swap crossed his mind for like... a half a second, but he ain't a bitch who needs an out.
It's hard to say what has him stopping in his tracks and looking up to the sky, but he does. Something compels him to do it, and it has everything to do with the lone black feather slowly descending towards him in the air. Like it's meant for him, or something. Katsuki's gaze fixes to it, mesmerized. Even knowing that Trench's pull on people is a risk in even something like this, he can't bring himself to tear himself away from it. The closer it gets, the more the compulsion to reach up and take it overrides his common sense. Don't fucking do it. It can't mean anything good. Don't.
The second that he is able to close his fingers around the pointed bottom of the feather, he knows that he was right. The cacophony of caws and flapping wings bearing down on Katsuki is almost instantaneous, and he doesn't really have any time to try to blast the birds away from him before he's swept up in the roar of them in mass. He tries, but it's to no avail. He's in the air, unable to see in the sea of black around him and fighting the gut tightening sensation of being put airborne against his own will.
The journey to wherever the fuck doesn't last long. Katsuki is deposited into the canoe hard, causing the vessel to rock a little dangerously and the water of the river to slosh against the sides. The teen holds the sides of it for a moment, savoring the feeling of being somewhat grounded as he tries to ease the bursting adrenaline in his veins and get his bearings again.
It's warmer here. Brighter. That's the first thing that he notices. For the first time in hours, Katsuki is able to remove his hood without the risk of getting soaked, so he does. In his peripheral, he notes the autumn leaves on the many trees that litter the shoreline--but it's in a secondary way because the next, most important thing to put his focus on is just in front of him.
Not only is Katsuki not alone, it's Shigaraki's who's been dumped into the seat across from him. They may not be on the worst of terms, Trenchwise, but it doesn't stop the teen from going immediately tense out of reflex alone. Can't be helped, the last time they were close enough to touch, the explosive blond was practically made into swiss cheese by the villain. You can't forget some things, no matter how much you intend to keep them from having power over you and Katsuki isn't the exception to that as much as he would like to be.
(Faintly, he can smell something foul, and it's only increasing as the river carries them slowly towards a bend. Slowly starting to invade his nostrils, the scent of death is just down the way, and that just makes everything even more tense.)
His jaw sets, teeth pressing hard into each other as red eyes bore into the villain, and the eerie silence of the river is broken in a terse greeting, after a long moment of staring. Of wheels obviously turning in his head. Ain't no fucking point in starting anything, they're at the whims of the setting now and Katsuki knows that well. They need to be ready, whatever the fuck that actually means, and fighting amongst each other isn't gonna do a damn thing for them. The look that he gives Shigaraki says just that, where his mouth gives just one small word to break the ice. "Yo."
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His eyes are just trying to focus on someone in the water that's barely face up, more head to the side when a large THUD hits the boat. He puts both hands to the side of it, holding on and bracing himself in the ridges of the boat, sneering and whomever-- Oh for fuck sake.
Shigaraki tilts his head curiously, now that they're not in the carrion marinated water and when Katsuki finally speaks, he chuckles softly. "Yo?" he asks, amused by it. "You would 'yo' me." If they're not attacking at a moment's notice, Shigaraki leans back, relaxed in the world of death. "Yo." He says in return. "Feather?"