And even though she's dreaming

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Who: Allen Walker and Shouto Todoroki
What: In seeking to understand himself better, Allen's still-persisting doubts and fears about the nature of his power manifest in nightmares that, for Palebloods who can walk in dreams with others... isn't guaranteed to stay a problem you can keep to yourself forever.
When: End of April
Where: the nightmare fuel place inside Allen's head 🙃

Content Warnings: The general existential and some minor body horror that surrounds Allen, being hunted, discussion of child soldiers, child abuse, religious zealotry, parasitic entities, etc.

[ Upon waking, it feels just like that -- waking. Even if it would be more accurate to say it's actually like falling asleep deeper, straight down through the depths of consciousness until you come out the other side. Where you know your mind is awake and alert, your thoughts conscious, but the world around you...

...it isn't quite right.

When Shouto feels his consciousness drift and steps from one dream to the next, one of the first things he might notice is how the pale bloodstone band on his ear thrums with a heavy resonance in a way it never has before. Reactive and -- perhaps seeking? Like the world around him has made it come alive, or it makes the world alive. It quickly calms to a whisper, and then the world comes into focus.

It's dark. A forest at night. Nondescript; it seems like it could be anywhere, perhaps even the Trenchwood. Quiet, which wouldn't seem ominous until you suddenly realize there should still be some sort of sound of life, of at least the wind in the leaves, yet there is nothing. And then-- a flash of white streaking past him like a rabbit being pursued. No warning, no sound of the brush being broken and pushed through. ]

Shouto--?! [ It's a bit of a startled squawk, head snapping around as Allen leaps past him before realizing that someone's there, and who it is. With eyes that are entirely lucid and clear, and not caught in any kind of hazy dream unreality. He comes to a quick skidded stop on his heel, the picture as he ever is in Trench, save for one detail.

The left arm, dragging behind him not as an arm but as a mutated sort of wing. Glowing white and shedding feathers as his invocation does, but not in any form it's ever taken. Not the polished and delicately wrought form Crown Clown is supposed to take, but something that seems frantic and unlike himself. Entirely mutant and otherworldly, feathers squirming where there was probably once fingers, without reflecting any of Allen himself.

But aside from bracing it with his good hand it doesn't seem to be bothering him, and he's just staring at Shouto like of all things, somehow his being here is the strangest?

Yet the air seems to be slowly pressing down further on the both of them. Oppressive; unnatural. Like the night itself is what's actually dangerous. ]

Why are you here...?

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[ The moon is set high above them when Shouto slips into a deep sleep with Allen in his arms. He sleeps peacefully, unaware of the dreams that disturb his lover or the power manifesting between them creating a bridge into his mind. Dreams of Allen laughing at the koi swimming under the hot sun grow dim, and the laughter fades. Dark clouds roll in, converting a world of laughter into a hollow silence that displaces the golden sun.

Shouto stands in a dark forest. Tall trees as far as the eye can see. Silent like death but for the sound of his name that snaps through the hollow place. His head snaps up, and he finds Allen leaping toward him, dragging a feathered limb behind him.

His eyes widen. The angel?! It's come back to take him! ]

Allen!

[ He yells, pointing to the feather limb dragging behind him. Worry has his feet slapping on the ground, jumping over a tree root to get to him before the feathers spread anymore remembering the last time they made an appearance. ]

It's on you!

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[ It isn't the first time he's had the dream, or at least one that followed a similar premise, nor is he unaware that it is. It's hard to say if it says more about Allen or the nature of his dreams-that-aren't-dreams that he is fully lucid during them, during the bad ones at least, even long before he was a paleblood. Which is why he knows something is strange because Shouto isn't supposed to be here for this dream. Why would he imagine him here then? Some manifestation of his guilt at still having bad dreams like these when he goes to sleep happy with someone else? That doesn't seem fair to either of them...

(You're part of the good dream, the one that's somehow reality, not the haunted past. Why it's okay he still has nightmares, because when he wakes up he's still happy despite them. Because they're happy. The rest he'll just... figure out. )

That declaration has Allen almost jumping out of his skin though, whipping around around tense and ready as he knows exactly what to expect and... doesn't find it? Or anything else?

He blinks, at a dead stop and staring between Shouto who's rushing to him and where he's pointing. At his own deformed left arm, limp and twitching, and then Shouto again. One corner of his mouth twitches up in partial disbelief. ]

Heh?

[ Blinking again once, twice. Not noticing that the leaves have begun to whisper and shift. That the glow of his Innocence has subtly started first to dim... and then intensify. ]

"On me...?"

[ Surely you don't mean... ... you have seen his Innocence when it's active before, right? Many, many, many times... _{Sure, never quite like this, but... still!} ]

[swellter]

[ The sun that turned to a dark forest doesn't matter. The looming darkness that seems to creep all around him as he runs to Allen's side doesn't matter. All he knows, all he sees is the-- ]

The angel that's haunting you!

[ He sweeps an arm around his waist the moment they meet and pulls him back away from the angel dragging him back. ]

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[ The sheer irony of that statement, you don't even know—

There's a startled squeak as Shouto pulls him forward, much like a bird with a broken wing as the feathered appendage is very much attached to his shoulder you know but otherwise useless. ]

Shouto-- [ He flusters, squirming a bit in his grasp. ] That's--

[ Not the actual "angel" that's haunting him.

The feathered mess of his left arm writhing suddenly as if in great pain, Allen stiffens and abruptly cuts himself off, head whipping back behind him in the direction he'd come from. Where there are only inky shadows, but ones that seem to pool together and rise up as a tall, hunched looming shape. A man, strangely nondescript with curly hair and the robes of a priest, but whose features are lost in shadow. There's only the circular frames of his lenses which reflect a blindingly white light, the same glow as Allen's invoked Innocence. He doesn't seem to be moving, just overwhelmingly there. Waiting.

Impassive, he reaches out a hand towards Allen as if summoning something, and that galvanizes him into motion. He grips Shouto's arm hard, and you know how he has never once in any battle they've been in one to consider retreat? Who pleaded with him back when they still barely knew each other to return to the carnage of the akuma like it was the only place he could belong.

Allen, who never ever retreats even when maybe he should, who grips his arm now in palpable fear and says in a ragged voice: ]

Run.

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--the feathers that attacked me in your world.

[ He finishes, worry evident on his face. It's in the small tremble of his hand seconds before he conquers himself and decisively tries to free him from it. In the thin line of his mouth, bracing himself for the pain that came with touching the sharp blades masquerading as feathers the last time he touched them. Those feathers came from his stomach. This time, they had spread, devouring his arm.

In his attempt to pry them off, Allen stiffens and whips around. Shouto stops, afraid they might have turned on him instead. He doesn't have a chance to say a single word because his eyes follow in the direction Allen turned, catching a figure in the woods.

Black robes. A rosary. A priest.

That dread that lurched forward the moment he saw the feathers, sinks to the pit of his stomach. Allen had told him he wasn't a priest when they first got to know each other, but an Exorcist. The same ones he would later reveal were hunting him. The grip on his hand further confirms his suspicions. Shouto steps in front of Allen, hiding him with his larger frame from the priest in the shadows. In an instant, his priorities shift from protecting him from the feathers to protecting him from the Exorcist.

He grows cold on one side, and the water in the air near his hand condenses into wisps of fog. Hard eyes stay on the man, mouth a thin unforgiving line as he slowly shifts his weight to the balls of his feet ready to fight when Allen's grip tightens on his arm.

The fear in his voice is what gets him moving. He doesn't wait for an explanation, or ask where to go. In less than a second a wall of ice slams up in front of them, taller than the highest tree, not an attack but a screen. He doesn't wait to see what happens and grabs Allen by the waist to take off at full speed. Ice rapidly forms beneath him, curving around trees as they slope upwards into the canopy where he rides the forest on a bed of ice with Allen in front and Shouto behind to hide him as much as possible out in the open.

Only when they're moving above the trees, and he takes a second to look behind them to check if they're being followed does he speak. ]

Where to?

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[ Trying to pull what is literally his arm and everything he centers his purpose around off is not something Allen reacts well to, even when it's in such a state, and even when it's Shouto. It makes him twist away and lightly slap Shouto's hands away with his one good one with a slightly panicked look, even if what he says makes him stop and stare for a moment, brows knitting together. The feathers that attacked him when... You thought Crown Clown was haunting him? Maybe they never really talked about that day, but that for the first time makes Allen realize that maybe they should have. Not that there's time to dwell on it, not with the appearance of him. No, that.

The figure who's standing there who very much isn't an Exorcist, but who they also quickly leave behind. ]

! [ Once he might have faltered at the sudden escape on ice, but he's quick to expect it and adapt now with how long they've been side by side like this. Allen looks behind too, fearful still, but can see nothing but ice and the trees below. The moon above--

It isn't there actually. It's a moonless night, no sign even of there being one cloaked in shadow, with the only light coming from faint starlight and the glow of his left arm. They can't even see ahead of them or where they're going very well, only a very short range ahead. ]

I don't know... this never happens. [ And that's a little distressing, Allen's attention turning back to Shouto as he has to hold onto and lean against him with his good side. Shouto who also doesn't seem to be behaving like a dream Shouto either, or acting like some manifestation of Allen's.

This feels actually real... Why does it feel real? ]

Shouto... [ are you actually Shouto? ] ...why are you here?

[ Allen worries his lip lightly, torn over whether or not he's relieved or guilty that he's there. Both? But what does any of that mean?

It's then that entire unbeknownst to him, traveling at an equal speed to them... the shadows thicken and melt. Ooze. Take shape. Forming into the same grim-faced visage of the priest-- who then reaches out of seemingly thin air. Wisps of glowing feathers beginning to peel off his fingers as he grabs with sudden and vicious force at the back of Allen's head. ]

[swellter]

[ Trying to save him and getting slapped for it immediately stops him in his tracks. They never spoke of what happened that day. They hardly spoke of anything these days. A combination of his fear of overstepping boundaries that were only hinted at but never set, and Allen's natural tendency to be vague with his words, lead to a rapid decline in open communication that was substituted by physical communication which Shouto accepted for too long. Only recently had he started to push back against it, but by now, habits had been set and it was difficult to break from them.

The instant he sees that same panicked look his mother gave him when she poured boiling water on him, Shouto steps back, clamming up immediately. If it wasn't for the figure in the woods, that scene would have played out very differently. Instead, training takes over and he goes into hero mode, pushing down his personal feelings to react to the situation at hand.

When they're riding above the canopy, Shouto sets Allen ahead of him making sure not to touch him for more than a second to steady him like he would with any civilian. He needs directions so that's what the focuses on, ignoring everything else that makes no sense to him. ]

I don't know what you mean.

[ He answers in a collected tone he would use for any civilian. Project a calm front to keep them calm, while you get them out of danger, Aizawa had taught them, and Shouto was always at the top of his class. He wasn't like Midoriya or Uraraka who could project a gentle demeanor to put people at ease but the outcome was the same, at least on a surface level. Ignoring his failings, he does what he always does, discarding what doesn't make sense from Allen's answer and focusing on what does. ]

What never happens?

[ He keeps propagating more ice hoping that the distance he put between them and the Exorcist is enough to figure out what Allen is trying to tell him when shadows form in an instant beside him, and a feathered limb like the one that tried to devour Allen tries to grab him by the neck. Shouto reacts on instinct, blasting it with fire while the ice instantly curves down around the thickest tree maneuvering past the branches before devolving into tight concentric circles to eat up their momentum as they plunge down to the forest floor. Landing in a blastwave of ice absorbs the rest of their momentum that sends them crashing to the floor.

Shouto has his arms around Allen the whole time, keeping a tight grip on him, in case the feathers come for him again. He takes a moment to reorient himself. ]

What's their quirk?

[ He urges between breathes that push out the cold freeze building up in his lungs. He takes no more than a few seconds to rest before he forces himself back to his feet, mismatched eyes still glued to the trees, ready to react to another attack. ]

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[ He slapped at his hands before he triggered a potential chain reaction Allen couldn't control, it's a really big distinction! But one Allen will also feel terrible and apologize for later, when the situation isn't so dire. It was split second instinct and knee jerk fear on a couple of accounts.

His eyes widen when Shouto suddenly sends his fire out right past him at something, twisting to see the familiar form of the cardinal right as those fingers reach straight through that flame like it means nothing to it, even as what human-looking flesh still remaining seems to char and burn as one would think it should, but swipe harmlessly through the air as they veer away. Down and down until they half-crash, and go tumbling as Allen clings on too. Still with only his human right arm functional as the left still is a writhing wing-like mess of softly glowing mutated feathers and vaguely human form.

He wheezes lightly, the air knocked from his lungs, as they sit back up and catch their breath, but shakes his head at the question about its "quirk" with immediate certainty. Shouto, they really need to have a talk about a lot of misunderstanding coming from presuming everything works the same for everyone else as it does for you. ]

It's not a person. [ From the one who's spoken time and time again of how he sees even Beasts and Akuma as still human.

Allen gets back up to his feet as well, lips pressed thinly together as he takes in where they've landed. More of the same, the nondescript inky black forest. He holds his left arm to his side with his right, fingers digging into the squirming mess for a moment as he breathes out, uncomfortable but grimly composed. On guard, but stepping back slightly so his good shoulder touches Shouto's faintly in unspoken reminder. A gesture to compensate the fact he can't touch his hand gently now. ]

That's living Innocence.

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[ It's not what he prevented - that Shouto is unaware of - but the act itself. A rejection that he takes very seriously. Love is not enough to make him oversee it because love itself is not always good. He knows his father loved his mother, and that kind of selfish love isn't anything he ever wants to be a part of. Allen may profess they're nothing like his parents, but little moments like these where he has no idea of what happened or how he triggered him enough to make him slap his hands away, make Shouto think that maybe that's not true. Maybe they're both too inexperienced to realize it is like his parents. For now, he shoves that feeling down, freezing it in place to focus on the battle ahead exactly as he's been trained.

Not a person.

His head snaps down to stare at Allen like he's grown a second head. What do you mean it's not a person??? A flash of confusion crosses his face with no idea how to categorize someone as not a person. ]

An animal?

[ It's his best guess. One that looks like a person??? Was it a projection then?! He tries to think fast. What kind of creature it can be. From Trench most likely he deduces, before Allen elaborates.

Innocence?!

That only confuses him further. His eyes widen, outright staring now. He understands Allen's quirk even less than the creatures of Trench. Thankfully, he didn't need to understand that angelic-like monster from his world to fight it. And with no idea when the shadows would attack next, Shouto double downs on the information he needs and sets aside the questions that won't help him fight it, for now. What matters right now is protecting Allen, even if he stiffens at the faint touch of his shoulder.

That too he ignores. ]

How do we fight it?

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[ What kind of dream even is this when it feels so real...

Shouto's tension when he brushes against him makes Allen glance over for a moment, concerned, cementing it further that somehow, you're actually Shouto, but he passes it off as both their guards being high. He chews on his lip for a moment as he considers his question though, because what a good question. One with a very depressing reality. ]

We can't. [ He admits it softly actually, soberly. ]

Other Innocence like mine can't do anything against it because it can just control it. I can't control it even now... and nothing else seems to phase it for long. [ His human fingers flex lightly against what should have been his bicep in the the angry roiling sea of mutated feather and flesh that is his left arm that hangs limp like a broken wing, and he offers Shouto a sad and rueful little smile. Apologetic.

Sorry for bringing you into this. ]

In this dream I can only run from it, but it always knows where I am.

[ One guess as to how. ]

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Dream?!

[ He makes a half-choked sound, relief flooding him instantly. This wasn’t Allen. It was a dream. A figment of his imagination projecting his worries. His shoulders slump in relief, turning his back on the forest to look at Allen who looked so real. ]

I thought you were real.

[ He runs a hand through his hair messing up the colors, relief obvious in his features. ]

You scared me.

[ Him. Allen, not the shadows chasing them.

He doesn’t muse on that long before looking up at the night sky and the dark forest ahead. ]

I never had a nightmare like this.

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[likethelight]

[ Shouto, that reaction--

For a moment Allen just gawks, staring at him like he's the one who's grown a second head now. Hearing that made you... relieved? ]

...

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[likethelight]

[ He blinks a few times, before his own shoulders sag in paradoxical relief and he steps closer, shaking his head lightly. With his one good hand, he reaches out to brush his fingers gently against Shouto's in apology. He'll hug you so tight when he -- when they? -- wake up. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. [ His voice lowers a notch, softer. Less on edge; less like a scared and hunted rabbit. ]

I don't know how you're here too... but I feel better now that you are.

[swellter]

[ This time, he doesn’t stiffen or pull away, feeling like it was all a big misunderstanding of his subconscious fears. ]

You didn’t.

[ He steps forward, brushing his hair behind his ear in a delicate manner. He lets his fingers linger on the side of his face, reluctant to let go of something precious he just uncovered. ]

I think I did that to myself.

[ He smiles gently, serene in a way he hasn’t felt in a while. ]

Thank you for making me realize that I still have a lot to work on.

[ A smile that slowly fades at the odd turn of phrase. ]

Wouldn’t it be odd if I was’t in my own dream?

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[ "That I still have a lot to work on"? Allen blinks and his head tilts slightly to the side at that; at the loving touch that both feels so out of place in this dire kind of nightmare and yet also seems to help set it better in perspective. He leans his cheek into the touch that way -- it's alright, I'm here -- while watching Shouto so closely and trying to puzzle out what to him is such an odd response.

What was it exactly that scared you then?

It's distracting enough, trying to sus that out, that he barely focuses on the question at first. Allen shakes his head lightly, blinking as that other possibility occurs to him for the first time. ]

Why would you be dreaming about my Innocence?

[ "Allen."

It's a deep, smooth voice that interrupts them. Rumbling and something that should be reassuring under any other context. It echoes both all around them and nowhere at all; inside their heads yet ringing inside their ears.

"There's no escape for you, Allen."

Allen who stiffens immediately, tense as he whips about to see where the voice is coming from, where that figure is. There's nothing though, no one in sight. Just the whispering of his own Innocence whose writhing intensifies like a living creature in pain, and the voice that surrounds them,

"Crown Clown wants this too." ]

[swellter]

Your innocence? [ He doesn't understand. ] I'm dreaming about you.

[ Of course, what else was there to it? Then a vast voice seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, wipes the last illusion that he might know what was going on.

There's no misunderstanding the intent behind those words, and as quickly as he'd relaxed, he stiffens for a whole different reason. ]

Allen. [ He remembers the monsters from his dreams. The ones they fought under the light of the moon. ] Is this... your nightmare?

[likethelight]

[ Shouto's conclusion gets a brief, uneasy look for Allen before he gives a lightly tense sort of nod. ]

It isn't the first time I've had it. [ He says it softly, keeping eye contact as he knows such a thing is a loaded statement, but with the situation it's hard to tell if he's uneasy from feeling like stalked prey -- or uneasy to admit such a thing. ]

It's just the first time it's ever gone like this.

[ "What are you afraid of, Allen?"

It interrupts again, smooth and conversational. The warm and rumbling tones of a priest taking confession, soothing the soul so he might coax out the ugly truths. There's the snap of twigs breaking in the underbrush out of sight, like wolves circling in the dark, and Allen's posture is tight enough to nearly snap as he watches for a sign, any sign.

"Is it... becoming a monster again?" ]

[swellter]

[ Then, that shadowed figure... it was the same monster that haunted him? But then... he looks at Allen, no longer pretending he's okay with any of this. ]

I thought you could see corruption.

[ It's less of an accusation, and more of a demand for answers, though there's a bit of hurt behind his eyes that he hadn't told him he'd lost that power. He would have made him eat the anti-corruption jams he made every morning. How long had the corruption been eating at his mind and Shouto, sleeping by his side every night, with no idea he was suffering?

The thing entrenched in his mind and the things he says don't matter to him as much as what Allen has to say. He ignores it and looks to Allen, trying to remember how they fought it the last time. Then remembers the moonlight. In one quick movement, he grabs his hand as a platform of ice forms beneath them both, ready to take off at a moment's notice. ]

Where's the moon?!

[likethelight]

[ Corruption? The tone sets him a little back on heel, but Allen blinks almost a bit comically as if that hadn't even occurred to him.

Which, it hadn't. ]

I can see it. After a certain point. [ It's a mildly stung huff, but his mind is already processing that possibility and turning it over. Could it be corruption? Maybe. But then, he'd been prone to nightmares like this in his previous life too. That's just part of nightmares, and there's no lingering effect when he wakes up after beyond a racing heart. But then, how is Shouto here now in this one, and how does it seem even more real?

It's definitely more than just a nightmare this time though.

Being pulled up suddenly by the hand startles him from those thoughts however, though maybe not so much as that very on-point observation that Shouto makes. Allen wants to kick himself slightly the moment he realizes it too, almost like he had been blind to the idea until someone else pointed it out. ]

The moon? I don't know, I never noticed-- [ He takes his hand, eyes heavenward as he tries to make out any sign it might be there even in hiding. The canopy overhead is thick though, hard to make out anything more than occasional stars. Stupid, that seems so obvious now. But the voice in the dark lets out an interested hum, low and unperturbed.

"Where indeed?" ]

[swellter]

[ Ignoring the voice, as only someone like him can, he shoots up into the air. He's not a man of many words, but he is a man of action. Given that Allen has no answer, Shouto aims to find one.

The ice pierces through the trees. Soon, they're back atop the canopy. Only this time, he's not running, but searching for moonlight bright enough to drown out the stars. ]

[likethelight]

[ Except that there's no answer to be found in the landscape. No hint of a castle to storm, no villain to vanquish. Allen's battles are never like that, after all. Never black and white or even that obvious, or of overcoming something with might. It'd be easy, otherwise. It'd be the tale of the knight and the dragon, some storybook tale of good overcoming evil that's pleasing to the soul but woefully out of touch with reality.

Not a tale of corruption and salvation, the tale he always told and wanted it to be, but the search for and the acceptance of identity. The good and the bad of it. The truth within.

So there's no moon in the sky. But, as if waiting on them, there is the tall figure of the priest. Floating on the air like one who can walk without consequence of gravity, he adjusts his glasses as they ascend and spreads his arms wide. As if welcoming them, and from his back spread brilliant glowing white wings. Like those of an archangel, utterly beautiful and terrible, and spanning more than twenty feet—and the same as the ones Allen's Innocence shifted into when he took his violent last stand against Dabi's beast form. He hangs in the air like the moon itself and welcomes them up, pleased.

"Good."

The living Innocence smiles, and it isn't a reassuring sight. His face is half burnt off by Shouto's flame from earlier, but the flesh is charred and peeling back like it's trying to reveal a second, true skin beneath that glows with the same light as its wings. The same light as Allen's Crown Clown.

"Come to me." ]

[swellter]

[ It's a similar tale to the one revealed to the whole world by his brother. One where there is no right or wrong answer, only how much you're capable of forgiving and accepting. The reality of life where everything is painted in shades of grey. Where you too much choose the shade you can live with. Shouto chose his. Choosing to forgive his father and accept his patronage but not his love. He chose to forgive himself and not live a life of repentance but a full and loving one. He chose to accept his brother as he is not as he wished him to be, and the laws of his world he would have to maneuver to do so.

Allen... he doesn't know much about Allen and his world. A vague notion of a conservative world where appearance marked the start of intolerance. It's a world Shouto would never want to live in. A world where corruption was front and center instead of hiding in the background in fear of being torn out.

Allen... he doesn't know much about Allen. Not his struggles, aside from being hunted by the people who were supposed to be his friends. The people he lost like the General he worked under. His father. Tales brought up here and there that, without understanding his world in full, Shouto would never understand.

Innocence. He tries to remember what he once told him about it. A living quirk, a power, free to do what it wanted, like Dark Shadow. He remembers how Tokoyami was frightened of his quirk initially, begging him and Bakugou to take him down with their fire to calm him down during the attack at camp. Was this the same thing? Did Allen need him to calm it down with force? What had he said about it? Living Innocence not like his. His... was that his cloak? Crown Clown?

Shouto makes no show of disappointment in finding a moonless night. He discards that plan as soon as he finds the sky abandoned by the light and steps in front of Allen again, hiding him from view with his larger frame. The voice does not disturb him, but the peeling skin, burnt from his quirk, does.

It wasn't a person or an animal. He reassures himself, his face a well-worn mask, empty of any emotion, say for focus and determination. It takes him a few moments to realize what's in front of him.

I burned it.

That's all he needs. He doesn't wait for Allen's answer or its rebuttal. ]

Focus. [ Endeavor had taught him. ] Compress. [ His left-hand at his side turns into a glowing fist. ] And release.

[ He attacks, sending a concentrated blaze at the thing before it finishes its transformation. ]

I'm not going to wait idly by for you.

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[ The living Innocence sees Shouto prepare his attack but doesn't seem to care or worry at all about it. It takes the hit full on, lighting up like a winged human torch wherever there's flesh or cloth. No screams, no sound of pain, not even a flinch. A veritable brick wall of pure, lunar light given humanoid form as the flame and smoke part to reveal what lay beneath the skin suit it wore. Monstrous with bulging red bloodshot eyes and a snub face, entirely hairless and whose flesh is made of luminous white material -- of Innocence that glows the same as Allen's -- that seems to crack in places like old marble. The star-like formation of crystal within its chest identical to the one that Allen has embedded into his left hand: save that the creature's is pale gold, and Allen's is pale blue.

He burnt it, yes. He burnt its meat suit away and revealed the truth of it, and it leers as a being wholly pleased by that. Hanging like the moon itself in the sky now, though it carries none of its gentle nature.

You think this is a fight that can be won head on. ]

Shouto! [ A warning shout from Allen, gripping his arm urgently as he steps around in front of him with tightly laced panic. Please listen, attacks like that can't do anything against it. ]

You can't fight it. We have to get away somewhere and regrou—

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[likethelight]

[ Oh.

He can't finish, because in the blink of the eye the Apocryphos goes from hovering in the air above them, and then it's right up in their faces. Fast, impossibly fast, and impossibly strong as well. Larger in frame than the both of them even without accounting for its wings.

Inhuman in every sense.

Seizing and hoisting Allen aloft by the throat and caving his windpipe with a single squeeze so no sound escapes and the strength bleeds from him, it punches with the other hand at Shouto. Vicious and with deadly and monstrous strength that could punch through stone and send a grown man ragdolling. ]

[swellter]

[ Monstrous is not the word he would choose having been born in a superpowered world with mutants who inherited all types of physical alterations. The figure he transforms into looks like nothing more than someone's quirk. At full power, Tetsutetsu was an entirely hairless figure whose flesh was glowing red metal when Shouto tried to burn him up during their fight. The only thing even remotely scary about the creature was the star-like crystal embedded into his left hand that matched the same one as Allen's.

His eyes widen at the discovery, head snapping to Allen for confirmation, and there on his flesh, he bore the same crystal, blue instead of gold. The fire aimed at the creature instantly veers off at the last second and Shouto turns on Allen. ]

You said it wasn't human?!

[ It's an accusation. What other conclusion can he come to when there were people in his world who looked like that?! Who shed their human appearance at full power, who were born looking no more human than the creature before them.

The same speed. The same heartless soul of a villain. It's there before Shouto can say another word, looking human in every sense that matters. Intelligence. Self-awareness. Even the careless way he grabs at Allen with purpose. He shouts, hears the piercing snap of Allen's windpipe, and screams. Shards of ice go flying at the creature even as his limbs go weak at the realization of what happened before him. Again. In an instant, his quirk explodes inside him in an inferno of fire. That same hand cuts off the scream, delivering the same fatal blow before Shouto erupts and the fire dies in a violent rattle of crushed windpipe. ]