[one after another, slamming handfuls of fire down against him. burn away. reaching through the flames of his own design and grabbing onto the surface of that face buried beneath the blue conflagration. you're nothing but worthless ash. and igniting his quirk hard enough to turn the orb-like burning flame into a washing cone of flames pouring out behind the kneeling figure on the ground. at least die and become kindling for my flames. had enough of this person. had enough of his lies and his selfish ambitions. he got in here, he woke him up, he made him aware of his predicament, that's all fine and successful. i don't have any more use for trash like you. but if he's not going to shut the hell up and get to work on getting them both out of here, then dabi's over this invasive attempt at "saving" him. coming in here, trampling on his soul and mind, digging up those past memories and pain, and now daring to start talking to him like he's wrong, like he needs some goddamn help from this hypocritical "saint" in clown's clothing. go to hell.]
Hm?
[dabi's little surprised noise carries curiosity and mounting frustration. never did like someone who he couldn't burn to ash, but it's not like he hasn't come across someone who could counter, block, or tear through his flames. didn't make him happy to deal with someone like that though. even if this is some kind of mental or spiritual battle of wills. something he said just roused this guy into resisting...
only to tense up when hands suddenly catch onto his own, surprising him enough the fire actually cuts off for a second like a flamethrower splashing against a wall. fingers lacing through his own, those claws failing to skewer his hand. before strong arms abruptly twist and throw, almost wrenching his wrists in the process as his arms are flung out on either side of him. he steps back once, eyes widening slightly in irritation at allen's stubborn will to push through this.]
Ain't dear to me, idiot. Already had a death in the family and no one gave a shit! Turn a blind eye, just like every hero.
[hypocrite. telling him what to do. this wasn't his business to start with. damn hero decided to stick his nose into a place it neither belonged nor was asked to be in. that's called invasion. as for "family business" pretense, someone who never had a family in the first place doesn't have shit ground to stand on when it comes to telling others how to deal with their families. go die on a hill you actually know how to stand on. people like him are why some heroes are so damn despised, because they're desperate for some shitty validation of their own existence or power, and are willing to make use of anyone and anything, even invent problems that don't exist or invade into other's lives, in order to force a shred of "where I belong" into the world to make their life worth a fraction more. when the vast majority of people couldn't give a shit whether they lived or died.
if allen thought dabi's arms were the only place where his flames come out of... the villain abruptly ignites his own chest and blasts him straight in the face and throat with another roaring torrent of blue flames.]
Then ya better get me back in control out there, "hero", cause the longer we stay in here, the more everything and everyone out there burns!
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Hm?
[dabi's little surprised noise carries curiosity and mounting frustration. never did like someone who he couldn't burn to ash, but it's not like he hasn't come across someone who could counter, block, or tear through his flames. didn't make him happy to deal with someone like that though. even if this is some kind of mental or spiritual battle of wills. something he said just roused this guy into resisting...
only to tense up when hands suddenly catch onto his own, surprising him enough the fire actually cuts off for a second like a flamethrower splashing against a wall. fingers lacing through his own, those claws failing to skewer his hand. before strong arms abruptly twist and throw, almost wrenching his wrists in the process as his arms are flung out on either side of him. he steps back once, eyes widening slightly in irritation at allen's stubborn will to push through this.]
Ain't dear to me, idiot. Already had a death in the family and no one gave a shit! Turn a blind eye, just like every hero.
[hypocrite. telling him what to do. this wasn't his business to start with. damn hero decided to stick his nose into a place it neither belonged nor was asked to be in. that's called invasion. as for "family business" pretense, someone who never had a family in the first place doesn't have shit ground to stand on when it comes to telling others how to deal with their families. go die on a hill you actually know how to stand on. people like him are why some heroes are so damn despised, because they're desperate for some shitty validation of their own existence or power, and are willing to make use of anyone and anything, even invent problems that don't exist or invade into other's lives, in order to force a shred of "where I belong" into the world to make their life worth a fraction more. when the vast majority of people couldn't give a shit whether they lived or died.
if allen thought dabi's arms were the only place where his flames come out of... the villain abruptly ignites his own chest and blasts him straight in the face and throat with another roaring torrent of blue flames.]
Then ya better get me back in control out there, "hero", cause the longer we stay in here, the more everything and everyone out there burns!