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All that I am

Who: Allen Walker and Shouto Todoroki ~~with guest appearances by The Fourteenth...~~
What: September Paleblood effects, and getting trapped in a version of Allen's horrific world and life for a time courtesy of a cursed book/the Absolute Immersion prompt 🙂 Many CW for mentions and flashbacks of Allen's very abusive childhood. also red light districts. (to date: pet death/abuse, child abuse, suicidal impulses of a child)
When: Later September
Where: Their house, and then Victorian England sorta

[ When Shouto had become blind, it had been Allen who fret and fussed more than he needed to. Hovering by his side and always ready to take his arm and steer him gently this way or that, explaining whatever the goings-on were with an animated chatter born first from concern and then increasingly just out of enjoying conversing so later on. Describing the world and especially the people around them like someone reading a particularly good story aloud might and getting caught up in it with an actual delight.

It wasn't so bad for him after all, he'd say, since he lost first his sense of taste (that was insulting but something he dealt with just by pouting at dinnertime) and then touch. Annoyances more than anything, nothing that bad. Touch bothered him more than he thought it would, leaving him staring down at his hands with an unsettled expression from time to time when he thought no one was looking, but he tried to avoid letting that on.

When Allen lost his sense of sight, he became almost unsettlingly... quiet, actually. Not complaining even a little. But off, perpetually distracted and a little jumpy at the slightest noise or sense of movement. With it ironically around the same time Shouto finally regained his own vision. Something he expressed relief for -- it'd be rather silly and unfortunate for them to both lose their sense of sight at the same time, wouldn't it? -- but that was a little hollow too.

Whether Shouto thought to read to him or it happened by accident when Allen was half-dozing near him one day when he asked him out of bored senseless curiosity what he was reading, it was one of the few things that made him perk up. Even if he usually dozed off on him, it was comfortably and amicably so and eased a lot of his restlessness. Something he started to look forward to and ask him a little more eagerly each time what he was reading that day.

Today, he wrinkled his nose at the smell of this new book when he came back with it. Musty and old, and something that just... unsettled him on some very deep, instinctive level. Like if black magic had a smell. Easy enough to pass off at the explanation it was handed to him from someone in Gaze offering free books to passerby, everything there was a little weird and derelict, and the explanation it was a story (apparently) about an exorcist who saved souls was enough to both baffle and intrigue him. Weirdly... spot on, wasn't that? But curiosity alone was a good enough reason for him to shelve any misgivings and settle in, leaning his chin on his shoulder and peering over like he was actually trying to peek at the pages he couldn't see. Also, Shouto's monotone could put anyone at ease (and to sleep). Allen's disarmed and lulled off pretty quickly, relaxing as the tale begins and meanders vaguely around a nameless boy who loved too much. Who was thrown at odds against the home he had always known first for wanting to save those they wanted him to destroy, and then for finding out he was fated to become their enemy and the very thing that would destroy them and the world.

Allen stops dozing off and becomes very awake. Very quiet, and very still.

Shouto can get to the part where the boy says goodbye and leaves in order to keep his home safe, and that's when Allen will fumble for his hand. Grasping his wrist tightly with alarmed urgency. ]

Shouto. [ It's laced with a strange sort of fear, a rising panic. Stop reading.

It's also too late.

Reality... warps. Uncomfortably so, like vertigo but pulling your soul inside-out instead of your stomach. It feels like falling. Falling forward into freefall, which... is accurate. At first it feels like falling into a vacuum, and then the wind is quickly rushing past their ears. They burst through what feels like a thin glass pane of light that shatters harmlessly around them and melt away, geometric patterns in the sky, and the air is crisp and cold; the first kiss of winter, and for the first time smelling clean and entirely without the odor of blood, decay, and industry that clings to Trench. Into the middle of a city park, rows of brick Victorian buildings lining the sides of it with a clocktower and castle in the distance.

They're also about fifty feet up in the air, upside-down and in rapid freefall. ]

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[ Questions are bad. Questions increase the likelihood he'll be found out before he can secure his leave, so he needs to find a way to make an opening, an opportunity. But this guy is attentive to "Allen", and that's going to make it both hard and easy.

Thank god he's an Exorcist or some other sympathetic Order-affiliated sap from blah blah all the apparently hundreds of people his old friend had befriended while he was asleep that there was no way he could possibly have memorized in one sit down session with Timcanpy's recordings. He got the cliff notes on who was important, which... this guy wasn't. Or wasn't supposed to be. Bah.

Anyway. At least he has to already know this shit if he's traveling with Allen and is speaking so casually of Innocence with familiarity even when it looks like this. ]

Isn't it obvious? [ He glances down at his own stomach and the feathers there, eyes subdued and brooding as he speaks rather softly actually. ]

Opposites aren't meant to mix.

[ It's no act. That's one for one something both he and Allen would agree on, this feeling and this assessment. The distasteful truth. They just disagree on which aspect they find distasteful, and his eyes narrow for a moment. Lips purse.

He'd really love nothing better than to smash those feathers to pieces in an instant. ]

Getting stabbed with something like that disagreed with my being "the host".

Edited 2022-11-02 04:56 (UTC)

[ He stills, growing quiet all at once. Isn't it obvious? Opposites aren't meant to mix. This time, he doesn't raise his head to look at him or try to take his hand in comfort. He simply stills with mismatched eyes on the festering wound. It's not until he brings up being stabbed that Shouto looks up.

Grey and teal stares at gold. ]

Something like what?

[ That gets a genuinely surprised blink, caught off guard. The hell? How is this idiot aware of what he is without being aware of that? Everyone even remotely associated with the Order or Exorcists or the Noah or.... any side with any real awareness of the war knows about that incident. The one that led to "Allen" being declared a traitor and an enemy of his precious "home". A final days countdown. Which means...

You're not part of any of them. Not part of the plan. An unknown agent.

His eyes flick up, locking onto Shouto's. He's on his guard. Damn. ]

...I thought I had told you.

[ He says it very softly, eyes hooding. Heartfelt, actually, as his expression softens and becomes reflective. Holding up his left hand and looking down at it for a moment. ]

But I think maybe... I didn't want to. It's not even as easy thing to admit, you know... Let alone think about. [ It's so very gentle, his whole demeanor, as he brings his left hand up like he's about to touch Shouto's face. Softly and apologetically, like this is a deep sort of burden he's carried for a long time.

Like he's speaking a truth since time immemorial. ]

When a friend betrays you. [ His scarlet fingertips almost graze his cheek. A hairsbreadth away.

Before his hand snaps up with Allen's superhuman speed and strength, lunging forward to grab Shouto's throat if he's able with a brutal degree of crushing pressure, and use it to throw him down. ]

Edited 2022-11-02 20:32 (UTC)

[ ...I thought I had told you.

Did he?

The world Allen comes from isn't one he understands. Not the idea of Exorcists or open bigotry he's observed in the last two days. Those aspects of his world he comprehends. It's the idea of a person's sorrow being used against them, weaponized, that leaves him floundering for an explanation and, in turn, anything attached to that concept, like Innoncence going wild. His cloak turning into angel wings. The mass of feathers spilling out of a grey wound. Even if he had explained it, Shouto wouldn't have understood it. Not without a deeper understanding of the complexity of a world he's only begun to uncover, so he feels no guilt for having forgotten or not having understood when he first told him. He doesn't question it, simply waits for Allen to explain even as he wonders if he should tell him to rest instead. He can explain his world to him another time.

Allen doesn't wait.

His gentle demeanor curbs the bite of his earlier words calling into question his very existence. Opposites aren't meant to mix. His eyes shift up to meet his. His expression softens in the subtle shift of his mouth, lips parting slightly instead of holding the familiar straight line, and when he makes that last admission, his eyes gentle in turn, adding a touch of kindness to his features. ]

Who betrayed you?

[ He asks, head tilting just slightly to the right seconds before his fingers snap against his throat. Shouto makes a startled sound that's cut off by the crushing hold. He grabs at his arm, desperately trying to shove him off while battling his instinct to use his quirk against him. ]

Al--

[ It's all too reminiscent of the time his brother tried to choke him with the same intensity. Caught up in another curse, Shouto hesitated then too, curbing his instincts to attack to find another way, but at this angle, he can't kick him to get him off. Stronger than him, it's only seconds before he starts to feel his windpipe give. Trained since childhood to react to attacks, it takes great discipline to form a plan of attack under duress without permanently injuring him, but he also knows he can't let him kill him, the same way he couldn't let Touya do it either.

Instead of turning the room to ash or an arctic tundra, he slams his hand against the mass of feathers and FREEZES them in instant. ]

Edited 2022-11-03 02:29 (UTC)

[ A lot of people betrayed him. Every single fucking one of the ones who were supposed to always be there for him. Everyone except Tim.

Huh. Maybe he and "Allen" could chat about that sometime. Though it'd probably just piss this Allen off.

He didn't expect the guy's guard to come down again after that, maybe he could have salvaged the situation with more acting, but he'd already committed to this path. Besides, whoever this person is, his life doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things -- not that he means to kill him necessarily. That actually isn't his style; he's not a wanton killer. Leave him unconscious and with a windpipe that may or may not be crushed, sure. So if he thinks he's about to be caught and it's fight or flight-- ]

! [ Honestly Shouto doesn't even need the ice. Allen might have a brawler's fortitude but Nea does not, even in Allen's body he doesn't have the mental conditioning to try and shake off an attack like that, so any blow to his middle and the Innocence wound would nearly cripple him with pain that goes way deeper than anything physical and make him let go. Freezing it on top of that—

Actually he barely notices it at first. His eyes cross and he goes down, falling backwards right off the bed with an agonized cry where he lays prone and tries to wrap his arms around his middle. No, the freezing of the Innocence doesn't add to the pain when Crown Clown doesn't react on its own this time, but the being he was attacked by someone with powers when he was so certain he belonged to none of those camps—

Can't breathe. Can barely think. His head is a white-out of pain as he keeps his consciousness only out of sheer stubborn intensity and hatred at that boiling pain in his gut as he grits his teeth and shoves it down to glare in Shouto's direction. ]

Who— [ He bites it out, no longer even pretending to sound like Allen. Black bleeds into the sclera of his eyes—both of them—and he trembles, prone, though it's hard to tell if it's from pain or rage. ]

—the fuck are you?

Edited 2022-11-03 03:07 (UTC)

[ Gone is his gentle demeanor, and in its place stands Shouto, the moniker he chose for his hero name. Cold and unyielding, he stands above him, silent like a mountain. Bruises mar almost every inch of his throat, but he makes no move to check the damage. Instead, he steps forward, and ice ruptures from his right foot to trap Allen all the way to his neck.

Don't move.

He seems to say without words as he straightens to look at him, assessing him at a glance before kneeling down next to him. ]

Let.

[ A cold mist spills from his mouth, his voice hoarse from the pain it takes to talk. ]

Him. Go.

Edited 2022-11-03 03:34 (UTC)

[ Hell. ]

...

[ Disgruntled, he just stares levelly back at Shouto even as his mind is doing end-run loops on itself trying to figure out what kind of power even if this. Not Innocence; it doesn't burn. Not sorcery; he used no incantation. Order Black Ops? But he used no seals.

He really doesn't like wildcards like you, you know.

So he goes cold. Oh so cold, and it has nothing to do with the ice. In fact, he just seems to become so calm despite his predicament. Assessing. Quietly baleful gold and black eyes fixed flatly on Shouto's mismatched ones. ]

Afraid it's a little late for that.

Edited 2022-11-03 03:55 (UTC)

[ Shouto knows someone with a brainwashing quirk that could turn others into virtual slaves with a question. He's seen quirks that can possess others. The black eyes don't bother him. Seeing Allen possessed doesn't bother him. It's all buried beneath the ice that makes him cold to the touch as he captures his jaw between his thumb and forefinger, holding him gently. ]

Then, I'll get an Exorcist.

Edited 2022-11-03 04:19 (UTC)

[ Is that supposed to scare him?

Do people think he's afraid of Exorcists? Of Innocence? Oh, oh ho ho... He just continues staring back flatly at Shouto, though his eyes twitch and narrow briefly when he touches his jaw. But that "threat" has his lip curl in both disgust and an unsettling kind of smile. The kind like someone who's just gotten the upperhand in an ugly fight might, even if he's the one encased in ice that's making this body grow more numb by the second.

He laughs softly, and it's not a pleasant sound. ]

And what... makes you think an Exorcist wants to help "Allen"?

Then I'll get your mother.

[ ..........? ]

[ ??? ??? ???????????????? ]

[ Sputtering. He has no words. ]

What?!

[ WHO?? ARE?? YOU?!?!?! ]

Edited 2022-11-03 04:56 (UTC)

[ Shouto counts the seconds he's under the ice, ignoring the demand as he crosses two minutes. A few more and frostbite will start to take effect. Mismatched eyes stay on him, expression never changing as he tries for one last push. ]

She's downstairs. So, leave him or face her.

Edited 2022-11-03 05:06 (UTC)

[ ... either this guy has entirely the wrong idea, or he's just stupid. ]

My mother isn't downstairs. [ Normally he'd delight in mocking and rubbing the mistake in, but mothers are a sensitive topic and he doesn't like you bringing up his, so the tone is more coldly sinister.

No one is allowed to talk about Katerina. No one but his brother.

He leans forward though, probing at that mistake. Sensing an opening. He presses "Allen's" throat against the edge of the ice where it ends there and doesn't seem to care that it does so in a way that looks incredibly painful. Like it might bleed against a particularly sharp edge with a bit more pressure. ]

Just who do you think I am?

[ There's a hand on his forehead, bluntly pressing him down before any blood spills. Still, he keeps counting. ]

The ghost haunting this inn.

You were scaring Allen yesterday.

[ Wouldn't appear to him at all. ]

Let him go.

[ He tries one last time, expression never changing, yet continuing to count the seconds even as he holds him down. ]

[ Scaring Allen yesterday, hmm?

This guy's definitely afraid of anything hurting Allen though, and becoming certain in that knowledge brings a faint smirk to his lips. Relaxing a little and becoming way, way too at ease for his situation. He even puts up with the slight manhandling. ]

He didn't t—tell you then, did he. [ Damn cold, making his teeth chatter. ] And you're no dog of the Order. [ Or you'd know. What that makes him is still a very irritating mystery, but one he can shelve for now. The hell is "Allen" up to? Being stupid, apparently, but it's no skin off Nea's back to blow whatever secrets he thought he had.

He's not the one trying to pretend he's something he's not, after all. ]

I'm no ghost.

[ Four minutes under the ice and a look of discontent flicker across his eyes. He's not willing to push him further so soon after his fever finally broke and without knowing how to deal with ghosts - he's never encountered a quirk like this before - Shouto sets a hand on the ice, and it starts to sublime it.

Steam rises from the point of contact, the ice turning into steam without ever melting until he's free. Then, he adds a touch of warmth to raise his temperature. There's a confidence in his demeanor still as if he knows, even like this, he can't escape. ]

What are you then?

Edited 2022-11-03 05:50 (UTC)

[ Called it. He didn't even have to taunt him that he was going to start hurting his friend's body soon. And not just someone who can control ice. Heat too. What a joke then, that hair coloration.

That said, he seems almost rather bored to be free again and makes no move to run either, taking a moment to test that he still has range of motion in his shoulders. Moody too, sitting here half frozen in damp underwear which he still hates more than anything else. But his eyes shift back to Shouto when he feels the trace of heat that's... oh. Is that meant to warm him up? Oh, you care. How sweet. That's a little nauseating.

Escaping is something he makes no move towards— in fact as soon as he's freed he leans forward to close the gap. Not some hostile lunge though. No, he moves slowly; leisurely and in a strangely friendly manner. Leaning in with telegraphed, almost catlike intent as he reaches to fist the other man's collar. Tugging him closer so they're face to face with a small, sharp movement that belays the underlying bloodlust.

Unless it looks like he'll get himself frozen again for his efforts. Then he'll back off; it's not a repeat he's keen on. ]

It's a little annoying not knowing who you're talking to, isn't it? [ Oh he says it with such an airy, delicate sort of smile. He's soft-spoken, reminiscent of Allen, but there's such a latent low hostility underneath it that makes them nothing alike at all. ]

Tell me something I want and I'll tell you too~ Who are you and what's your allegiance to "Allen"?

Edited 2022-11-03 06:12 (UTC)

[ He doesn't move when the other leans forward. Frankly, he doesn't need to. That hand will start to freeze over the moment he tries to touch his collar. Do not touch. His cold demeanor seems to imply his quirk slamming down the edict without Shouto ever needing to utter a word. Cold and aloof, he stares bluntly at the stranger holding Allen's body hostage and regards him with an unexpressive look at the show of bloodlust on a face that's only given him a kind demeanor in the past. ]

...

[ Shouto doesn't answer the question. Trained in hostage situations, he knows better than to give an assailant the upper hand without getting something in return. So he stays silent, not pressing him, while maintaining the air of an unyielding force. Soon, he'll learn he's not someone he can sweet talk to gain an advantage, Shouto doesn't care what he says, only what he does.

Try again. This time, give him a reason to answer. ]

Edited 2022-11-04 03:29 (UTC)

[ Not doing that, then. He's a bit disgruntled to be shut down so effectively, but retaining his ability to move is going to be crucial. He withdraws his hand and just sits back on his haunches to regard him and wait for that ice to crack. ]

...

[ Or not. ]

Not a very talkative one, are you? [ He snorts. Chatterboxes or brick walls; it's one or the other it seems when it comes to the company Allen keeps.

But he hums to himself lightly, seeming to mull something over as he rocks side to side for a moment to get himself comfortable. Laid back and for all the world just seeming... rather bored. ]

That's bad manners. Didn't someone ever tell you that if you want something you should offer something in return?

[ He waited for 35 years to return to the world, he can out-wait you. ]

Edited 2022-11-04 03:49 (UTC)

[ It's a statement he's heard many times, and one he doesn't deign with a response. Rather, he stands at the 'bad manners' reference, heading for the door and cutting it off as a possible escape route with a thick wall of ice that covers every inch of it. Once it's secured. He moves to the bathroom door, but this time he only freezes the handle. Next is the window; it gets completely covered in ice with no hope of ever opening the latch. Once he's secured the exits, he walks to the bed and picks up the strip of fabric he cut earlier as a makeshift cooling towel. Snapping between his hands to affirm himself of its strength, Shouto turns to Allen and issues an order. ]

Turn around.

[ Yes, he has every intention of tying you up in your underwear. He can either do it the easy way or the hard way. ]

Edited 2022-11-04 04:17 (UTC)

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