[Open] 🚬 November Flames

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Who: Dabi & others
What: November Catch-All
When: November
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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Prompt zero ... random

General Prompts  
Here are four non-event-related prompts that are going to be general setups for meeting and interacting with Dabi.
1) - Convenience Store Broker
2) - Farther Shores Scavenger
3) - Hunter, Getting Started
4) - Night Walker, Gambling or *ahem*
All of these can be plotted out for more specific starters/threads, or you can simply tag into the ones available.

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Prompt One ... A WORLD OF NONSENSE

① [it's not the first time he's seen some random kid run away out the corner of his eye. even in this murderous world full of monsters and threats, people are having children. whether or not they have the mental capacity to raise those children, or whether it's considered a testament of the human stubbornness to survive on good faith and hope alone, or if it's a stupid and selfish decision to bring a child into this hellish place, is up to the onlooker to decide. dabi feels it's a mixture of both. children can become corrupted just as easily as adults and he's ended the lives of a few beasts that he got the distinct feeling the person the beast used to be was still a child. the parents left behind after such a thing...

ah well. no sense in thinking about that. he's far beyond the notion of regret. dwelling will just make him go crazy.

but considering the circumstances, maybe he already has. children. more of them over the past few days. first time he heard that laugh, it'd been unnerving. mostly because he hadn't be anywhere near kids. ignored it. went away. but it happened again, this time outside on the beach. that's when he knew it was something to do with trench. playing with his mind. enough to finally drive him to the point of action the next time he saw another child peek out the peripheral of his vision and dart away. yeah, no.

dabi veers off his course, following after the child. it's the flash of red hair that really rankles him. unwilling to let it go, he weaves through the market's crowd, leading with an arm or shoulder and either slipping between people or roughly forcing his way through if they're obstinate. turquoise eyes narrowed and burning after the kid running about waist high. had enough of this asshole bothering him. if trench wants to get his attention, fine. he'll bite.]

Ya better be leadin me somewhere or I ain't promisin you a good endin.

[but knowing this is a trench-related event, dabi keeps his eyes out for anyone else he might recognize as going through the same, someone searching or hunting like him. not his particular choice, but if it'll stop these damn hauntings, so be it.]

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Prompt two ... WILL YOU BE A FRIEND OF MINE

① [the initial request from nevermind went right past his head. like hell does he care about the tower or anyone else claiming to be "gods" in this place. the pthumerians can go fuck themselves. at least, that's what he usually start out as. unfortunately, the "god" had to throw in a reward for assistance. which always piques dabi's interest. especially since the rewards recently have been rather... rewarding. learning that other sleepers are invited and forming into groups, as well as the allure of hunting along the way, convinces the villain to agree to the trip. not for nevermind, not for the tower, and not even for his fellow sleepers, but rather just for himself. it's how he's survived this long. the presence-masking silver ring on a chain is worth it.

the path itself isn't entirely overgrown, but the trees compressing around them are enough to clog the air and smother the light. dabi hangs near the side of the group, having traded off a mount a while ago. even if he'd prefer to keep riding, he's not stupid enough to go against the entire group. back to walking. cold and clammy weather seeps between the boughs and trunks, chill shadows offering suggestions on what made the noises occasionally wandering through the air. occasional animals dart into the brush amid the casual conversation the group carries along with them. for now, the going isn't too difficult, but it's not a simple path either. and the threat of a beast or monster remains on all minds. dabi's content to keep to his own thoughts and listen to the conversation around him, but if he's bothered...]

What?

[...at least it's a response.]

② [shadows bulge and another set of claws race past with chattering teeth and rattling fur. the company closes in on itself, facing outward in a quick flanking circle while the creatures around them swirl in a rotating pack. he knows what they're doing: trying to pick off a member of the group that manages to get bumped out or strike out first. basic pack hunting tactics. damn things don't seem to be all that strong, considering the corpse of one nearby, but there's a large number of them, and they're pointy and sharp on all sides. dabi's lips curve down in a scowl at the proceedings. it'd be easy to set the entire place on fire, clear out some of the gloom and get some light in here, but doing so would cause the whole forest to go up. originally, he wouldn't give a shit about that, but considering the entire reason they're out here (getting hunted) is to collect that damn piece of fungus.]

Urusei. [growling at the sleeper beside him, dabi's blue flames ignite around his hand, blazing up into light and heat.] You got a better idea?

③ [success. all this work for a piece of blooming rot. losing one or two of their company has hit some of the group hard, though dabi doesn't really care about their deaths. his only real irk about it is spilling sleeper blood for the sake of helping the pthumerians, aka: their kidnappers. but that ire'll pass by soon enough. no one who died was anyone he knew, so whatever. they'll be back. for now, the villain crouches down beside the bloody body, leaving the other sleepers to tend to gathering the mushroom from the tree. he busies himself with looting the dead, taking the silver chain and ring for himself before checking through their pockets. it'll only be a few minutes before the body vanishes, so best work fast.]

Don't bother. They're dead. Ain't gonna do them any good now.

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Prompt three ... closed

① [this damn month. he never gave much thought to the blood running inside him, finding the milky hue of his paleblood to be pretty disgusting once it appeared. who wanted to bleed white? the additional abilities that blood gave him are far more an annoyance than a boon, in his opinion. telling the future through dreams is only so helpful, as talking about it leads to attempted changes. and reading minds is just... annoying. he usually doesn't want to talk to people in the first place, so why the hell does he want to go inside their heads in addition? though the additional boost in his quirk's strength at night is a welcome boon. someone once said his blood could cause hallucinations, but hell if dabi's attempted to tap into that attribute. what good are distractions when he can simply burn what's in front of him?

tch. whatever. something for him to ponder later, not when he's lifting his hand and knocking on shigaraki's door. the pulsing glow of his moon-white veins under his skin is an eerie sight, even visible beneath the purple, gnarled flesh of his burn scars. looks like some freak of nature when he lights are out... what a great way to announce "my blood's fucked up this month" on sight.

shigaraki called, so this is him calling back.]

Ya wanted to show me somethin?

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Prompt four ... closed

① [willful machine, the trading district. dabi's most frequented place when it comes to supplying himself. trades happen here or there in other places, but if he's going to actually procure something from the marketplace, its here... or the boardwalks. which are usually fish and thus, not really appealing. locals warn not to come at night, since the rise of pickpocketing and crime escalates. he's not a local. and his hands are always in his pockets. besides, the last person who tried to steal from him ended up with 3rd degree burns all over said hand. dabi hasn't survived on the streets for a decade and not learned how to both steal and tell when stolen.

the man lingers by one of the stalls, coat tails brushing at his calves beneath the dark cloak covering the rest of him. hood up, he drops a gold coin on the counter of the stall, letting the man behind the wooden cart inspect it. intricately carved, a skull-like pattern adorned in a web, it seems to capture the vendor's interest. that's good. as much as he can refuse it, dabi avoids paying for anything in his own blood. he has a few solidified bloodgems in his pouch if needed, but no one knows about that. after the acceptance, the man sets down a package of dried meats wrapped in paper and tied with string.

hey, pirate coin for a few pounds of jerky isn't a bad trade in a place were "money" isn't the currency.

sweeping the package off the counter, it vanishes under the cloak and dabi sets it in a leather satchel slung across his chest and resting against his hips. turning, he deftly steps around another person and heads out into the street again. the nighttime marketplace is certainly a different flavor than its daylight counterpart.]