[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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[comecatchthesehands]

"The only monsters here are us." Shigaraki reminds, nodding his head to affirm that yeah. He does anything he wants just because he can, why is this any different? They're very different blood types, nurtured in its idea by the fact there's a nice glow that offsets, or did offset, the welcome glow of blue flames not aimed at him.

Crawled out may be an apt way to put it, Dabi should've been here for its inception. Conception? Inception. Whatever nightmare word matches the nightmares that Shigaraki has created. The gurgle dies down from the ceiling creature when they're out of reach and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Everything seems to be out of the usual. You're not wrong though, I am. Monsters that we control instead of ones that are wild. That doesn't sound like it could be fun? Handy even?" Let him make a hand joke it's fine. "It turns out I can use DNA to stem it, too. It doesn't have to come from just an object I'm trying to dream into reality. The more human I make them, the more sentient they are. Like your friend up there."

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Dabi merely tilts his head backwards towards the creature behind them. "That thing begs to differ." Cause it's gross. Definitely slotting under "monster" category if anyone saw it. And he's not gonna get put into the same category as a bunch of eyeballs attached to arms and hands via some knot of flesh. Or whatever the fuck he saw.

No thanks. He'd rather not be here for Shigaraki giving birth to an abomination. The doctor's freaky creations were bad enough when Dabi opted to skip out on facing the giant and instead help the crazy old cook with his nomu work. Honestly doesn't know which choice was the better one, even to this day. Still wants to burn the fuck out of the gurgling one.

"Ain't really been a fan of letting other things protect me." Lone wolf, personal security detail, trust issues, self-confidence in his own power. The reasons why he doesn't instinctively kick back and leave protection to others. Sure, he did that in the League cause it suited his life at the time, but he'd still rather kill with his own hands than sic a Nomu on someone. It's not as fun. Unless he's doing it to wear someone doing, like Endeavor, which was pretty damn fun...

Sorry, he missed the joke. On purpose. Too busy reminiscing about ripping half his dad's face off.

"So have ya tried dreamin up a human then?" Typical Shigaraki. The power to create life and he uses it to go for a sentient gaming system.

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"I didn't really ask what you were a fan of." He has other plans for them, too, depending on if he can sculpt them masterfully enough. "These don't have to be just for us. These could be for anyone." If they let them keep their abominations any time after this has all worn off, and Shigaraki is aware that one day it will all wear off. That's why he's going to take advantage of it, to the fullest.

"I didn't know who to bother with. I've been playing with anyone stupid enough to walk in." To which he adds quickly, "Present company not included. I've considered a few ways of taking more donations. Getting into fights. Just hitting someone." The cemetery had also been an option. He's grown up with a corpse of a person who used to have normal lives.

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"I'm sure that needed statin." Dry and unamused as ever. Then again, pissing off Shigaraki by being a dick was kind of an occasional past time back home that hasn't changed here when they're together. Dabi glances to some of the creatures once again, wondering what kind of "us" versus "them" Shigaraki has in mind.

"Ya thinkin about rentin out monstrosities to people?" Right, because so many people here would love taking a ball of hands and slurpy noises out for a walk in the dark. "Shigaraki's Shambling Scouts. Kinda promisin." Needle needle needle.

Dabi arches a brow, one that he was the elected one to "bother" and two that people were just walking in like idiots. "Who's been makin themselves at home with you?" He's a little confused about Shigaraki talking donations and getting into fights, but that's the other villain's problem, so long as he doesn't permanently off himself.

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Dabi is one of the only ones to get away with it, either. There aren't many that can actually piss him off and not end up blowing away in the wind ala iconic scenes. He has something for everyone, including something that he thought maybe Dabi may like as well. Something that's currently hanging just barely beside the man's head, mounted within a spidery mess of fingers looking more bulb than hand off a string of some sort.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you slur my name." He can needle all he wants, but Tomura knows damn well they're... ahem. Handy. "People curious enough to what's going on in here, people who don't like what I'm doing, or morons. It saves me the trouble. These things are a OHKO."

He points out the little danglingling creature. "That one has a camera mount inside those fingers. Small enough to hide, quick enough to move, obedient enough to know a target and sentient enough to know to come back after a time."

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Better be careful with that surprise gift; he might be more apt to torch it when he notices it out of "surprise" than anything else. Though when it does get close enough to him, the bare brush against some of those wild black spikes triggers and Dabi instinctively ducks to the side, lanky body doing some kind of evasive wave roll from head to hips. The kind of thing someone does when they brush past a spider web in the forest.

But it gets his attention and he frowns at the creature. Spider, definitely. Fingers, of course it's fingers. The way it's hanging off a string only makes the arachnid similarity all the more obvious. Still, he listens to the explanation/introduction. Tomura really put in some thought to this one, specifically for him, so the urge to burn the spindly little thing fades quickly.

"Thanks." Curt, simple, but true. He holds his arm out below it, like waiting for a parrot to climb onto his limb. "Just don't go spindlin around in my hair." None of that creepy shit crawling across the back of his neck or sliding into his shirt. But the uses of the fingamera is welcome.

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Dabi scared of a huge little spider-hand would've been less funny if he killed it, but seeing him duck makes it pretty funny. Enough that his smirk could've been his usual smile if he was in the mood. However, yes, he did. This one really was based on Dabi's... exploits even if they were a while ago. Everyone knows an omen when they see one, but no one really looks up, now do they?

Being thanked for it, and in as sincere a way as Tomura has ever heard it makes him nod his head once in kind. "Yeah." or maybe... "You're welcome." The command to not be in hair is the one to Dabi's new pet, so he ignores it and brushes off a couple of his creations from various heights of the decrepit building. "I'm only going to be here a week tops, then I'll be moving somewhere else. I'll tell you when I move where I've gone incase you have a nightmare. For now I'm here."

Dabi never asked. It's Tomura looking for the familiar.

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Excuse you. He's still a human and doesn't like to be surprised by a spindly bunch of gross legs so close to his damn head. It's human reaction. At least reaction for those who haven't been living around finger monsters for the past several days. Tomura's expression is just asking to get a scorch on the face, but he holds the urge back like normal and instead accepts the little gift. It'd be useful since, as Tomura notes, their omens are all pretty recognizable now.

Once again, a flicker of their strange camaraderie exhibits himself in the trade of gratitude and acceptance. Nothing else needs to be made of it. Heh, Dabi would've been pretty amused if Tomura had thought that command about his hair was for him. Yeah, no he's not planning on letting the other man climb onto his shoulder, thanks. Moving further into the building, Dabi takes himself on a semi-guided tour, looking at this and that to see what else Tomura's been calling "home" for now. At least as far as "home" goes for this temporary stopover.

"Ya gonna get a new place every time or rotate the same bunch?" He's already told Tomura he does the latter, having a few haunts for his personal crashing, though he's kept his mainstay a secret from basically everyone he knows. Always opting to meet people elsewhere instead of at "home" like some would request.