➊ [one would think, after such a traumatic experience, the victim would have little reason to continue interacting with the things that harmed them. one would think. make no mistake, dabi has zero intention of repeating that experience again. rule 1) don't stare at the butterflies. rule 2) don't kill the fucking butterflies. after that resulting beasthood from breaking the second then-unknown rule, the villain quickly vanished, sealing himself away in his home and wrestling with the trauma of the experience. he stayed in the darkness, keeping an eye on the rest of the area via the posts on the network, scanning over conversations and news, gleaning information, augmenting what he had experienced.
what finally prompted dabi to get up and move was learning about the healing properties of the orbs the giant creatures left behind. "healing" in terms of reducing corruption and pulling someone back from beasthood that is. though his cautious nature and self-preserving focus told him he shouldn't go risking shit for that, his logical mind and desire to be prepared rationalized he knew the dangers now and could easily avoid such a thing. don't stare. don't kill. neither of those prevent interaction. especially because the orbs themselves linger around after the creatures have moved on. it was more important to stockpile a good supply of those things on the off chance he needed them in the future.
lucky for him, he'd stolen a good number of glass bottles and vials from the lumenarium when he arrived here. procuring more hadn't been entirely difficult either. at the moment, he's opting for "low hanging fruit" in the vein of stalking around on rooftops and collecting the orbs that are in reach, usually propelling himself to a building roof that had just recently been vacated by one of the creatures. not like the butterflies were crawling around in alleys behind buildings.
just finished clapping a lid on a full jar before hearing someone behind him. dabi's attention shifts over his shoulder, turquoise eyes narrowing above the high collar of his coat.]
PART 1.2 ▶ Butterfly Orbs
what finally prompted dabi to get up and move was learning about the healing properties of the orbs the giant creatures left behind. "healing" in terms of reducing corruption and pulling someone back from beasthood that is. though his cautious nature and self-preserving focus told him he shouldn't go risking shit for that, his logical mind and desire to be prepared rationalized he knew the dangers now and could easily avoid such a thing. don't stare. don't kill. neither of those prevent interaction. especially because the orbs themselves linger around after the creatures have moved on. it was more important to stockpile a good supply of those things on the off chance he needed them in the future.
lucky for him, he'd stolen a good number of glass bottles and vials from the lumenarium when he arrived here. procuring more hadn't been entirely difficult either. at the moment, he's opting for "low hanging fruit" in the vein of stalking around on rooftops and collecting the orbs that are in reach, usually propelling himself to a building roof that had just recently been vacated by one of the creatures. not like the butterflies were crawling around in alleys behind buildings.
just finished clapping a lid on a full jar before hearing someone behind him. dabi's attention shifts over his shoulder, turquoise eyes narrowing above the high collar of his coat.]
Oi. Get your own hunting ground.