deercountry | March Catch-All

[ He follows where he points to the dead rhino, his expression changing minutely from neutral to slightly disturbed only to grow in horror when the voices of the dead rise in dissonance, shouting the crimes laid against them.

We won't be denied! Murderer. Killer. Butcher! BUTCHER! BUTCHER!

Repugnance and fear arise from the cries of outrage. Descriptions come next. Every sordid detail laid bare in stark clarity. He grimaces, wanting to look away from the dead yet unwilling to ignore the glittering blood laced with the condemnation of the dead.

Before he can answer him, question, take stock of his own thoughts the wall explodes in a shower of ice, sending the foundation crumbling to the ground as the Huntsman continues his game. ]

Edited 2022-04-11 05:05 (UTC)

[ Tiny shards of ice explode outward like hail pelting Megumi in the face. As he opens his eyes, the huntsman's sinister silhouette comes into view. His sleeve is tattered and blood stained, but the way he is able to move and is holding his gun seem as if he was never injured at all? That can't be right? I heard...]

And here I thought, you'd both be a quick kill? [ He cocks the barrel of his gun before pointing it towards Megumi. ] One hiding in the bushes shaking like a leaf. [ He swings the gun towards Shouto. ] And the other completely exposed surfing the sky.

Just two more lost children, I can use as target practice. [ He then points the gun upwards. Bang!- A loud distressed avian call followed by a Crimson topaz parrot plummeting to the ground. He approaches the bird, plucking a single feather and adding it to his cap. Never once does he take his eyes off his quarry. Glittery blood begins to pour from the poor creature's chest. ]

Two more feathers in my cap if you will. [ His eyebrows raise as a wickedly distorted smile carves into his face.

Blood surges in Megumi's vain just listening to this man's- no that's not right, this monster's callous disregard for life. A blue shadowy aura emits from his body. ]

Kage now! [ The onyx she wolf pounces savagely down from behind biting into his shoulder with another one of her famous death grips. This causes the huntsman gun to aim back up towards the sky- he, no it's off balance!!

The distractions are just enough for him to make a quick hand sign, as pitch black jack rabbits leap out from the umbra scattering in all different directions. Amid all the chaos he is able to gain some advantage as he steps out of sight and into the shadows. ]

[ He grits his teeth, hand clutching his side as the avalanche comes tumbling down. He shouts Megumi's name, voice lost in the roar of distant thunder; ice cracking under its own pressure bringing down the wall. In its wake, the Trophy Hunter steps through. Cold, calculating. Without mercy.

Perched atop a slab of ice, he stands above them in utter superiority swinging his weapon of choice from one to the other, deciding who to kill first.

Todoroki glares, blood boiling. When the shot rings out, leaves rain down; another life cut short. BUTCHER! The roar of voices starts up, yelling over each other. Sound everywhere. Megumi takes a stance and Todoroki mirrors him. Blood drips down his fingers - corruption taking root.

Kage now! ]

Kizu!

[ She explodes from his chest at a full run leaping into the fray. The snow leopard joins the wolf harboring his anger. Smashes into the Hunter. Ripes and claws into flesh, splintering bone. Payment for the dead. Together, they topple the monster to the ground lapsing into savagery, while Todoroki looks on, filled with anger and primal curiosity. ]

Edited 2022-04-12 01:52 (UTC)

[ Overwhelmed by the two large predators, who hit him with the force of a moving vehicle, the hunter crashes to the ground. A blood curdling scream echoes into the darkness.

The duo thrash and ravage his body, as chunks of flesh pour obscene amounts of blood onto the floor of the canopy. - with that much blood loss he should be gone,so why is Kage and the snow leopard still attacking??

This question catches him and prevents him from further being swept up in the moment of retribution for all those murders. Megumi's training in controlling and channeling his emotions into productive means kicks in and gives him a moment of clarity.

How exactly can an elderly man take that kind of damage and still be alive??? ~~Yes this is the Trench, but logic should be applicable even in the hell hole!~~

His arms moved with such ease swinging that gun around as if he hadn't just been mauled by a wolf, and the amount of blood that's spilled is at least, no if not more than the average amount (1.5 L to be exact) found in an adult body.- this just doesn't add up unless...

Megumi's demeanor shifts as his shoulders drop from his attack ready stance. He shoots a critical glance over the bloody scene, hoping to be able to discern the enemy's current condition. ]

Kage, hold.
[ On command she stops her attack and keeps the huntsman pinned under her large frame.]

[ The fall from the canopy forced him to grab at the vines to regain his bearings. The friction caused by the coarse weeds left abrasions on his palms; of little concern when he was trying not to hit the ground and crack his skull. Afterward, the burning sensation was overlooked by the discovery of forbidden blood and the Trophy Hunter's appearance. A line of red runs across his palm and small beads of blood slowly make their way past the raw skin. A drop in the ocean of blood pollution in the area, and its effects are equally small and vague; it's influence slight but there.

Megumi calls back his omen, and Todoroki does the same only Kizu doesn't listen, snarling at the Hunter and snapping down on the hand holding the rifle, drawing blood. ]

[ Ultimately understanding an opponent's strengths and capitalizing off of their weaknesses is the way Megumi understands battle. The amount of corruption swarming this location is suffocating. Trepidation fuels each cautious step towards the enemy.

His eyes narrow and trace the mess of carnage before him. Just under Kage's massive paw, inside an open gash, tiny fibers of tissue and muscle begin to web together. A jagged bloody edge of skin reaches out sprouting and grow towards nearby ripped flesh. Much like the way a flower reaches towards sunlight, the skin extends making contact with other damaged pieces. Once the two connect, coagulated blood acts as a stitch binding the two together, becoming one cohesive part. All of these actions happen on a macro and micro level.

Megumi's eyes stop abruptly. Underneath Kizu's bite the skin remains torn, bloody and most importantly damaged .So there is a limit to his regeneration.]

We can't let him get up!

[There is a subtle warning tone in his voice as he motions for Shouto to come towards the scene.]

[ Up close and personal, the omen mitigates what Megumi just figured out. She ignores the call to retreat and lets her incisors crunch through bone until fingers no longer connected by threads of nerves lose their grip on the gun. She pounces on it, filling his mind with images of destruction but he can't use fire in a forest filled with trees ready to burn.

Instead, a wall of ice snaps forward from the tips of his fingers generating at a rapid pace encasing the rifle in ice and driving it away in a skyward trajectory of twisting blue a kilometer above the canopy in less than a few seconds.

Todoroki lets out a misty breath, Kizu in his mind, finally filling him in on the regeneration powers that closely resemble that of one of the Nomu's from his world. So much so that the small moment of leniency has the same hand generating on the spot and grabbing the omen by the throat and tossing her aside like ragdoll. ]

Kizu!

[ He stays his ground, feeling his omen in his mind. Calm like an arctic tundra as she gets back to her feet, back arching in defiance before she snaps forward to resume the attack. ]

Edited 2022-04-19 01:20 (UTC)

[The rapid regrowth of the arm sends Kage into a frenzied instinctual response attack. No longer just pinning, she sinks her teeth through the shoulder blade clamping down hard on the collar bone.
As the icy wind whisks the gun far from reach, Megumi dips down into his own darkness.

Suddenly a tall wispy reaper figure appears to come out of the very ground behind the huntsman.In his hand a piercing raven sheen blade veiled in a deathly aura rises up through the air.

It's only fair.

Slamming down with great speed and complete resolve. One swift motion separates tissue from bone and head from neck. Grabbing the head by the hair and sending it soaring through the night over the two large carnivores.

Smash

It hits a nearby tree with a heavy thud rolling a short distance before stopping close to Shouto's feet. The man's expression is still burned into his skull. A fake deranged clown smile plastered to his cheeks is partially covered up by a mustache caked with matted blood, still warm to the touch. Crazed pale blue bloodshot eyes stare up with an unmistakable blood lust. It's so intense it's almost contagious. ]

Edited 2022-04-19 04:14 (UTC)

[ A dark shadow rises from the ground and Todoroki is on high alert. What is that?! Then, he sees it. The resemblance to Megumi. His head snaps over to him, missing the moment of decapitation. The head goes spinning through the air, spraying blood that passes through the white coat of the snow leopard, still pristine. It hits a tree and rolls over to -

He stiffens, eyes wide with horror at the sight of the headless hunter, he doesn't even notice what's happening with Megumi. Unused to this level of violence, the young hero's thoughts go into disarray prompting Kizu to snarl and come charging forward using her great bulk to push him away from the blood. She snaps her jaws at the smirking hunter, biting down hard on his head and flinging it back into the jungle. Todoroki watches it go out of sight, and feels his limbs go weak at the sight but remains upright. Kizu is there within seconds, and he lets his fingers grab at her great coat, using her presence to leverage his thoughts back into a semblance of order without breaking down. ]

CW: VOMIT
[The body continues to involuntarily twitch and spasm. Puncture holes and gashes attempt to heal as bits of the neck flesh reach upward trying to connect to a head that's no longer attached.

Stained in blood, the thick smell of iron is nauesating. His pupils constrict as a guttural sound sends a gush of hot stomach acid into his mouth. Not wanting to vomit directly on the body, he spins around and crouches down. One after another, relentless waves of retches only stopping because of a lack of substance and excruciating abdominal fatigue.

Turning around is impossible because that corpse makes everything all too real. The transgression is laid out. There's no taking it back and nothing to hide behind.

Out here it's live or be killed.

Taking responsibility feels like the weight of the entire ocean crashing down. Suffocating . But he would be damned first before ever giving this burden away.

His eyes glaze over. Rapid gasps of air fill his lungs making his heart pound and vision blur. A cold sweat pastes his bangs on to his clammy forehead.

Why does it feel so wrong to do what's right?]

[ Hands trembling on the greatcoat, he needs a minute to process the grotesque creeping down his spine. The severed head... it's the first time he's seen that kind of violence on display. Growing up in a relatively peaceful world, death isn't something he's ever encountered.

Heroes are supposed to save people. They don't kill. Not like this. With intent.

He keeps himself together, holding onto Kizu for strength as he tries to rid himself of the image of that severed head at his feet. But his reaction is nothing compared to-- ]

Megumi!

[ Fear spikes his adrenaline, giving him strength enough to reach his side. He skids down to his side. An arm goes around his back to keep him steady as he empties the contents of his stomach on the ground. He holds on to him, making sure he doesn't topple forward onto his own vomit. ]

Megumi. Are you okay?

[ He wipes the bile off his mouth with the back of his hand, mismatched eyes looking frantic for the first time since they've met. ]

[ Shouto's voice reaches his ears 'Megumi'- that name

Digging his nails into the dirt desperately trying to ground his breathing and quiet his spinning mind.

The touch to his face comes as a complete surprise.
Why is he being kind to me after that?

The gesture reassures Megumi that Shouto wouldn't have been able to kill this opponent.

It's not that he wanted to do, it's that he had to.

Thoughts of the past flood his mind's eye. A menacing smile, sharp claw-like nails plunge into Itdori's chest, ripping his still beating heart from his body and tossing it aside like garbage. A giant gaping guilty hole stares back.

Too many of his classmates never coming back from missions with no explanation. Most of the adults don't care that they are being sent to slaughter. Eager to exploit and dump when they are no longer of use. Needless to say, he is tired of people dying unjustly.

Snapping his head towards Shouto looking directly into his eyes. He sees the panicked look and feels responsible.

He is absolutely not okay.]

I'm fine. [His voice hoarse and low.

He swallows and then casts his eyes back to the ground unable to keep eye contact. Shouto's expression, forces him to concentrate on reeling his mind back in an attempt to calm down. He takes measured breathes.]

Are you alright?

[He still can't make eye contact with him and his voice is ragged but sincere.].

[ He's not responsible for other people's feelings! Even Shouto, dense as he is, knows that much! ]

I'm not the one who threw up.

[ You aren't fooling him! Now sit there and let him take care of you!

Unclipping one of his empty canisters from his belt, Todoroki uses his right to fill it with ice and his left to liquify it to room temperature. When he's done, he hands Megumi the canister of water. ]

Wash your mouth with this and take a drink. You vomited bile. You need to wash down the acid.

Edited 2022-04-25 02:16 (UTC)

_{For real! Tell me about it! He takes responsibility for things he shouldn't and its self-destructive. Somebody send help}
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[Every time he swallows, his throat lights on fire while tasting metallic and extremely bitter. He chooses not to say anything. (He knows better than to argue, especially when he has been called out and really does need the help!) Trying to stay present in the moment ~~and get out of his head~~ , two green eyes wander and watch as Shouto fills the canister. Smart using the ice to make water. Honestly, water sounds absolutely amazing right now.

Wait he just used ice like it was second nature in battle but he had to have just heated that bottle up somehow?? Not able to recall him using any fire or heat sourced techniques during the fight, he assumes he decided not to given the landscape. That's logical

Bowing his head slightly to show
gratitude.]

Thank you

[He takes the canister. First swishing and rinsing his mouth before taking that full on much needed chug. At the end of it, he finally gets the chance to catch his breath.

~~Which means time to move except not really.~~ He stubbornly attempts to get up and take a few shakey steps forward, furthering himself from the stench of his sickness and the body. He doesn't make it very far and sits back down. It's not much of a distance but it's better than being on top of all of that. He thinks for a moment while looking at the empty canister.]

That was clever. Are you a cold blood?

[Having done a lot of research on the blood types has made him eager to meet other cold bloods and blood types in general. He is terrible at actually using his blood abilities except by accident and is curious to know how others handle their new powers.

_{Also anything to take the conversation away from the current events. He shouldn't and he knows better than that but he will still try.} ]

Edited 2022-04-25 21:32 (UTC)

[ Growing up in the hellscape of his home, Shouto knows the taste of bile. Stomach roiling from being pushed past his limits and the hit that emptied its contents on the ground. Throat burning from the acid. Shaking hands covered with bits of undigested food. Room burning so hot you couldn't breathe. And through it all, the acrid stench of burning acid while a looming figure stood over him with demands and expectations.

There's no running away from me and no running away from yourself. Stand! Don't be so damn soft!!

No older than five, he didn't always have enough strength to keep himself from falling on his own vomit. Seeing Megumi in that state, self-imposed no less, triggers memories from his past agitating his omen who prowls at the edge of the clearing where the head disappeared.

A professional, Shouto keeps his head focused on helping Megumi than rebuking him. It's not the first time something from his hero work has triggered him. He knows how to keep himself in check. No longer worried for him, his expression settles back into its trademark neutrality.

There's no verbal acknowledgment of the gratitude just a simple nod as he hands over the water. When Megumi gets up, Shouto lets him go without interference unsure if his help would be welcome. He understands the need to get away from the stench and doesn't fault him for it. ]

Paleblood.

[ He corrects for the second time this month. He understands the confusion given his quirk but his blood doesn't freeze when exposed to air, it glows a luminous pale color. ]

What did you do back there? [ He follows up, not easily led astray. ] That wasn't blood magic.

[ Half a year in Trench and he's never seen anything like that. Working with other Hunters, he knows the mechanics of blood in this world and that was wholly unique unlike his quirk, it was easy to distinguish it from the blood magic of this world. ]

Edited 2022-04-25 23:08 (UTC)

Ice and fire must be his technique. That explains the precision and control. Having powers that closely resemble blood magic gives Megumi the impression that he's not the first or last sleeper to ask in error. It doesn't bother him to be wrong in the slightest. He just needs an excuse, but it's a weak one and he is aware of that.

"What did you do back there"

Kill. It's what I had to do.]

It's a cursed technique that was passed down through my bloodline.

[There is a sober quality to his voice.

When he hears these words out loud, a very real realization hits him. He's never had anyone, here in the Trench, ask him about himself, nor has he divulged any personal information to anyone. Sure he's interacted with quite a few different faces in a variety of circumstances but never more than formalities before returning to his campsite.

Having a habit of being secretive because it feels so safe but at the same time extremely isolating. Aware of the fact that it stunts growth. Constantly setting up barriers in an effort to avoid making different connections for fear of being hurt or worse losing them. It's a tiring endeavor.

That familiar emotion ~~loneliness~~ pings Kage who has never left the huntsman's body. Her motherly instincts kick into gear. The she wolf looks up at Shouto, two large moon eyes holding a hint of melancholy before gently going over to Megumi's side.

Met by a warm pink tongue on his cheek followed by a nudging muzzle to his arm. She's always there for him especially in these moments. This is her way of expressing comfort. And it doesn't go unnoticed. Megumi pushes his face into her thick plush coat before finally turning his head towards Shouto. ]

I'm a shaman... [he hesitates can i really trust...] and what I just used is shadow sorcery.

[ Shouto freezes the bile from the back of his hand - where he wiped it from Megumui's mouth - and shakes off the yellow crystals. Rising to his feet, he side-steps the mess on the ground, mismatched eyes set on him.

A cursed technique... passed down through his bloodline. Like his mother's ice and his father's fire. Only, it doesn't change. The image of Midoriya comes to mind. One for All. All-Might's quirk passed down to his friend, unchanged. Viewed through a familiar lens he begins to understand.

The wolf turns to him, and Shouto finds himself staring into two large moon eyes so different from his omen, yet it feels familiar. He watches the wolf go to Megumi's side, offering comfort the same way Kizu sometimes did and sees the easy way he accepts it before turning to him.

Originating from a completely different world, the admission doesn't hold the same impact as he feels it should. He's missing context. Still, he knows it's important. Otherwise, Megumi wouldn't have reacted the way he did. Decapitation (he still shudders at the image of that head rolling on the ground) followed by a violent reaction against the very act. He doesn't need context to understand that. He hated his own fire for years loathed to hold the same quirk as his father... only it wasn't the same. ]

You don't like it... Do you?

[ Did he ever really have a choice? It's the only way he knows how to survive. Being sold and abandoned before being in the first grade has given him a very specific sense of morality. Ironically, one that prioritizes the needs of others before himself.

His lips flatline as his head shakes from side to side. ]
No.. not always. But it's selfish to think about what you like when people's lives depend on you.

[Eyes wonder back towards the ground as if lost in thought. Subconsciously continuing to pet Kage who hasn't taken her eyes off of his face.

A young girl no more then seven years old appears behind his eyes. Her smile is so angelic and pure, exuding an aura of goodness. There's not a mean bone in her body.

Will Tsumiki be happy? My answer depends on that.
[She will] Absolutely not.

A quick head nod confirming he does in fact still believe that good people need to be saved. Looking back up to his ally.]

It's my responsibility to fight for those who can't protect themselves, and something I take very seriously.

[The conviction in his voice and statment is a testament to his resolve, yet his eyes contine to betray him, holding on to mixed emotions that are still being processed.)

[ It's odd to be confronted with the same argument Midoriya once used against him. How long did he ignore his fire out of spite for his father? Using everything he taught him on his ice instead. He was selfish. Giving only half of his efforts to reach the top. He'd been selfish and naive. A child rebellion out of spite.

He'd grown since then. Takes his goal of becoming a Pro-Hero seriously, growing stronger in both mind and body. He still struggles with himself. Trying to separate his quirk from his father. His mother. Not quite able to make it his own. Even so, he's only ever used his powers to incapacitate. Killing... killing is not what heroes do. ]

Megumi...

[ Said from behind, quiet and solemn. ]

You don't have to do it all on your own.

[ Megumi's facial muscles soften as Shouto's tone of voice strikes Megumi as heavy yet sincere. He appreciates his kind words, and feels that he knows he's heard them before. He is just unable to place the familiarity. He is unsure if he should let him in.]

People get hurt when you depend on them and it's not something I want to see, again. It's selfish, I know, but at least I can protect people by not getting them involved in the first place.

[The words seem to tumble out of his mouth before he can take them back. It feels so unusual to him as someone who is used to censoring so much of what he says. Always composed and never wanting to give too much away. Blocking his feelings in order to protect himself and more importantly others.]

Have you seen someone you wanted to protect be killed in front of you? [ His eyes widen and he stops abruptly realizing just how much he has already said. He can't help but answer his own question within his mind, and again with another quick short shake of his head as if the very act could erase those memories.

His voice is much lower than a moment before .]

You never sleep after that, the guilt constantly plagues your mind. It's suffocating.

Edited 2022-05-02 19:40 (UTC)

[ He's reminded of Midoriya. Keeping secrets, suffering the weight of the world on his own to spare them from the dark truths that pursued him. The realization, after the fact that his friend had been suffering the entire time, he smiled at him. Offering help with things that didn't matter in comparison to what he was up against. Facing the impossible. It was devastating figuring out the lies that came along with it. Realizing he could have done something to ease his burden, even a little, but denied the chance.

When you boil it down, it's the same situation as Midoriya. Maybe not on the same scale, but the thought process behind it is far too familiar for someone who arrived in Trench having just found out his friend's secrets. ]

I think... they would understand your motivations, but the people who are close to you... your friends and teammates... you'll only end up hurting them.

It's selfish... putting your feelings over theirs.

[ He looks up at the canopy as shades of green of every kind reach for the sunlight. He's reminded of Midoriya. ]

But... I think they'll forgive you. If you give them the chance.

[ Still naive of the horrors of the world, the question makes him stiffen when posed to him. The death of a loved one... he thinks of Touya and rejects the idea so swiftly, he loses his breath. ]

... No.

[ Said in a quiet, sad tone before he looks up at him. Really looks. Watching him cling to his omen for support... same as him. His feet start moving then. One step. Two. On the third, he's at his side, hand reaching for his in silent support. ]

You're suffocating.

Edited 2022-05-02 22:13 (UTC)

[...forgive? clinging on to Shouto's choice of word

That's not it ... He stops petting Kage]

Forgiveness is not important to me, it's just an ideal that good people use to let terrible individuals get away with shit while making themselves feel good for "doing the right thing"- I can't stand it actually.

[His tone is quick and elevated but not angry.

Pausing not wanting to push Shouto away but also feeling the need to be understood. He starts to pet Kage once more. His voice returns back to a his normal neutral state.]

The people I cared for are no longer with me [ thank god]. But as I make my way through this hell, and find new allies and maybe even friends [looking over at Shouto who's head is fixed on the jungle canopy] , I can't bear to watch them be killed. I will do everything in my power to prevent that from happening, even if they hate me for it.

[He is cut off by the small admission.

--'No'

It isn't the answer that catches his attention, but the sadness- it's indicative of an response with a face in mind. No one poised with that question can truthfully answer it without thinking of someone in particular. Even before he asked, he too had someone in mind. Beginning to slip back into thought, he is presented with a hand. His eyes trace the length of the arm before landing on two mismatched eyes.

'You're suffocating'

Two tired eyes widen as the words register. Taking a deep breath and exhaling. Sitting in silence for a moment. He may not fully understand but he's right

Feeling emotionally exposed and yet at the same time a small sense of building relief. It's the feeling of being heard.

Slowly letting go of Kage, and taking Shouto's hand pulling himself up to his feet. His legs shake a bit at first. damn, too much cursed energy As he gets his bearings he casts his eyes to the ground]

You're right. [before looking back up] It's something I'm still figuring out.

Edited 2022-05-04 20:35 (UTC)

That's not what a friend is...

[ He answers in turn, voice smooth. Neutral. Eyes trained on him. He thinks of Iida fighting alongside him and Midoriya. How they supported each other against the Hero Killer, Stain. Neither of them was strong enough to take him on alone, but together they managed to defeat a villain that had killed over a dozen Pro-Heroes.

How many exercises had Class-A completed together? Figuring out new and inventive ways to use their quirks along the way. The joy of working together. Supporting each other. Stepping into roles that best suited their quirks rather than their egos. ]

Or a teammate.

[ Eyes trained on him, hand outstretched, he offers him a hand.

You're suffocating.

He lets the words sink in, patient in his offer. His fingers grip his firmly when it's taken and he helps him back to his feet. ]

If it were easy, you wouldn't be in this state.

Edited 2022-05-05 01:10 (UTC)

[Before he can answer, a silence sweeps across the jungle. The humming of insects seems to have stopped as all the leaves stand still.

On his feet, his eyes wander towards the decapitated corpse. On the hunter's belt a menagerie of various appendages seem to lay motionless. The horn. His lips tighten as swirls of thick cursed energy grip on to the air, hanging over the blood still pooling from the neck. Tiny ugly curses skitter about polluting the near by area. Each of their beady eyes seem to stare at him before wildly moving in another direction. Kage abruptly rushes past the two and begins sniffing and investigating.]

Something's wrong. [He points in the direction of the huntsman.

Lifting one leg up feels like lead, as it sinks back into the Earth but he manages to approach the body. As he gets closer the voices begin to flare up whispering once more in his ear.

He's still alive, Kill him, Kill him!Find his head!!

A gust of curse energy sends his hair whipping upwards. As an icy hand grips his ankle. Immediately pulling away causes the torso to shoot up like a jack in the box perpendicular to the ground. What the fuck, hows it not dead?! ]

It's trying to heal. Where's the head?!

[The top portion of his neck seems to have a netting of skin growing over the circumference. The abomination attempts to heal itself just enough to move more effectively again.]

March Catch-All

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I got your email after I sent the other! Sorry!

No worries! thanks for the heads up!

Megumi must analyze what's happening sorry for the mini tldr!!

no worries! sorry for going mia for a week! easter was a busy!

No problem! I understand, I was pretty busy too!!

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Thatsagreat icon I need more like that! Sory for late edit I realized I didn't copyover completetag

CW: mentions of child abuse | Hahah! Thank god I passed out before I hit this up this morning!

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1/2 I wanted to have him interject before addressing the end part I hope that makes sense 😅

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I sent you a quick email about this one!

I saw thanks!

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