o5 . bone house mingle!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and CR!
What: Several teens move into the horrible necromancy mansion, and sometimes they bring their friends.
When: Early March.
Where: Bone House in Gaze.

Content Warnings: Skeletons, discussions of death and grief, violence where marked, vomit where marked. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[wannasmash]

Midoriya asks questions, but unless he's in full fanboy mode (he hasn't done that in a long while), he politely keeps them one at a time. Midoriya doesn't know how much Iskierka's questions may prod and poke. Just to head her off so she won't press him, he supplies, "I have help. I can't say how."

He tries, and fails, to keep a small warm note from his voice. It shares the same pitch with which he refers to Paul or Kaworu, but those two are known to Iskierka. His help is from elsewhere. Those whose relationship to Midoriya is already known by the threat don't have to keep it subtle. It was something he couldn't help back home, being associated with UA High School when the Sports Festival aired on TV. Just by calling themselves Heroes, they made enemies without even knowing it.

Speaking of flocks: Because Kaworu cares about the Old Man so much, and because it was how Midoriya met Iskerka's person, Midoriya asks, "Is there anything you think Anon-san will need when he gets back?"

[unsheathedfromreality]

She's inherited enough of her Sleeper's appreciation for secrets to also know when she's being decoyed off them--and when they aren't really hers to ask, anyway. Much as the protective paternalmaternal streak in her wants to press, she will let it go; she'll trust this fledgling to know his own flock.

Though she might have a little grumbling editorializing about his request when--if--she passes it on to her Sleeper.

Thinking of flocks, and her Sleeper-- She rips up another bit of meat as Deku asks his own question, then sets it back down as if it has lost its savor. No wonder: Her response is flavored with a quiet lonely grief.

people. He is dead; he does not need food, or shelter, or any sort of things. He might refuse or donate them now if someone tried--just as he might refuse offers of help, she knows, for tangled awful reasons she can sense but not pass on. (The problem's half-articulation, and half secret-guarding.) He isn't well where he is, it's enough to say.

But give him those he cared for, and their problems to solve, and he might be drawn out. flock. Flickering image-impressions follow: Kaworu, Paul. Bigby. Nehan. Ives(, the image pale and faded--he is gone, he is gone). Fern. A dozen other Sleepers who've touched his existence, given him a name, been touched in turn.

(There's a notable exclusion. There's an image that flashes past only to be hashed out, erased, negated. Iskierka doesn't think the master of the house with his eclipse-ringed eyes should be there.)

[wannasmash]

He has committed to staying in Trench to protect it. It is, for better or worse, the home of Iskierka, her Sleeper, and their flock. (Midoriya identifies the first two image-impressions he's given easily. The last one misses him with its brevity, except in the realm of subconscious knowledge, but it's not the first time he's seen someone disapprove of another's friendship.)

But a sad missive like that is enough to tug Midoriya in his chest. Someone needs saving. Midoriya is full of his own protective instinct that extends to those beyond what he could call his flock. A Hero saves everyone. Perhaps, if things in Trench seem calm...

"Pretty sure half those people will already be there rescuing him, and the other half waiting for messages so they can talk to him. That's how it was with me when I was lost."

His voice trails off quietly. The rest of his chopping suddenly demands his full attention. Then he decides it's worth speaking again--as ever, not for himself, but for someone else.

"After the Leviathan--no--after I couldn't save Paul-kun, my Corruption got really bad. I ran away after the battle. I was afraid of turning into a Beast and hurting others. They had to find me and wear me down--Paul-kun, Nagisa-kun, and everyone. It doesn't matter if Anon-san refuses help. 'Giving help that's not asked for is part of what makes a true Hero.'"

He's quoting his mentor. It would sound cheesy, except for how gently he says it, without loftiness, as he begins scooping ingredients into a large simmering pot of broth and remembers his own tears.

"It's also part of what makes a friend."