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[centile]

Who: Mob, Viktor and others
What: december log catchall for my characters
When: december and potentially beyond
Where: around the trench

Content Warnings: in thread headers

Comments

I forgot about bloody Ritsu PTSD!!!! asdfiklj;dsfhdsf Also, I don't know how it turned out this way!

[swellter]

[ There's a pressure against his chest that has nothing to do with his quirk. An intangible force that encircles him in a frenzied manner, snapping at every twitch of his arm, devastating everything beyond the thin border that surrounds them. He's seen destructive quirks before. Been witness to the mayhem they cause when unleashed and as his head snaps in Mob's direction and he gets slapped with a thousand little pinpricks in warning, Shouto knows he's come across someone with immense power.

Untrained.

This is why Heroes are licensed. Why they're the only ones permitted to use their quirks in the defense of others. Why they train for years. Take on apprenticeships with other heroes before they ever step onto the center stage because untrained their quirks cause more harm than good. And as Shouto looks on at the destruction beyond the barrier, dread starts to seep in at the realization that he can't see them.

The bear. The beasts locked inside his ice. Safe until...

Where are they?! ]

Stop it!

[ He ignores the bloody warnings of that wild presence forcing him still and launches himself at Mob. ]

Stop it!

this isn't unlike the accidental kettle triggering thread only a total mess, i love it

[centile]

[thankfully for literally everyone mob isn't completely out of control. even if his emotions are fluctuating wildly, even if his powers are reacting to his intense fear and panic by lashing out at the land around them, he can still register shouto is saying something. he can register shouto is there.

he doesn't quite hear the first words, but the second break through. stop? it's so hard to breath, he wants to stop but his mind whirls and his body is refusing to budge beyond grasping at his own hair.

if shouto touches mob he probably gets a taste of the panic mob is feeling, the kind of clawing in the chest, frantic scrambling. even if he doesn't mob manages to lift his gaze to stare at shouto (bleeding still, he's bleeding) as he struggles to get words out. still so wrapped up in energy it's hard to make out his features.]

I- I can't-

[he hasn't changed at all. but shouto is bleeding, and when his eyes focus on that this time it's more of a lifeline. shouto's bleeding, he needs to stop. they need to get shouto help. nothing else matters.

so the pressure starts to lessen, a little. a good start?]

apologies for the absolutely late tag!

[swellter]

[ Pain laces across his shoulder, dribbling blood that freezes over to stem the flow. Shouto has worked through pain before, but this is on an entirely different level. Broken bones are painful. He knows that from experience, and now he knows that pain is nothing compared to a bite.

Shouto freezes over, his entire body going ice cold to numb the pain. It allows him to continue even if his movements begin to slow. He reaches Mob's side, and yells as loud as he can for him to stop because he knows. Knows, like any other hero with a strong quirk, he's lost control. Mob's answer further confirms this and despite the growing numbness, he makes sure to stay there with him. ]

Let go.

[ He knows from experience. The number of times he lit himself on fire to test his limits to appease his father, Shouto knows. Knows the relief that comes with letting go. Control wasn't part of the equation that's why Endeavor built a fireproof room to test his youngest. ]

You just have to let go.

[ He reaches for him and gets a blast full of panic sweeping through him with just a touch. It sends him staggering back, breath coming out in white puffs of artic cold. Was that... his paleblood powers?! ]

Are you... scared?

[ He stares in shock, feeling like he's uncovered an unexpected trove of knowledge. ]