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Dabi (荼毘) ([personal profile] burnitblack) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-04-10 02:05 pm

[Open] 🚬 April Flames

Who: Dabi & others
What: April Catch-All
When: Various
Where: April

Content Warnings: Scenes and mentions of domestic / child abuse, some body horor and monstrous transformations, violence, adult language, topics of patricide and fratricide

Notes: General and specific starters will be below. Contact under cut.

If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's plotting post, hit me up on my contacts – Plurk ([plurk.com profile] StarSeed69) / Discord (StarSeed#3572) – shoot me a PM, or drop an ooc comment down below, and we’ll hash it out. I'm down to write a unique starter for our threads if you prefer.
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2 i need to tl;dr initially too bc holy shit

[personal profile] likethelight 2022-04-10 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ --he had been so close.

Seeing the butterfly that had landed in the distance... he had been so close to getting to it first maybe. Maybe if was still willing to destroy them, but after a few close calls and realizing he could fall into beasthood and become a danger himself from how overwhelming the sudden spike of corruption could be, he'd taken to buffeting and chasing them away to find somewhere less populated with his own voluminous, luminous appearance.

Maybe if he'd been still willing to take that risk and hesitated less, it could have gone differently.

But that it was gone in a single snap of his fingers, cremated in almost an instant in such a disturbingly easy display of power that honestly has him unnerved... It takes Allen a moment to even realize it was Dabi, standing off to the side at the mouth of the alley like he was. Even when he does, he has to stare for a moment, realizing from his posture, the way he looked at that drifting ash, that he was the only one in the area who hadn't seen transfixed by the butterfly's effect -- that man, really? That kind of fire like it was absolutely nothing?

He doesn't even realize it's corruption at first that's taken hold of him, when he falls to the grounds and begins to vomit his very essence up. Doesn't realize it's the transformation process of becoming a beast; everyone's is different.

And he hasn't seen a Sleeper turn yet. ]


Wait! [ so of course he'd try to rush to the older man, of course. of course he'd try to reach out for his shoulder, even struck in horror by what he's seeing, if it is corruption then he can-- ] Are you --

[ And then he's blown off his feet as the body ignites. The heat of it making the still-tight skin on the lower half of his face that hasn't fully recovered yet feel painfully seared, the part that wasn't protected and got burned when he was with Todoroki in the catacombs.

Staggering up slowly a moment later, his stomach drops as he sees first one... then a second massive fist grip the alleyway entrance and peel a giant of a... no, it almost feels wrong to call it a beast. A half dragon looking man-beast apparently, as rock begins to look molten under its feet.

The irony, and he curses slightly that the timing is terrible.

He gets to ignite that one building. That one building, which is enough to galvanize Allen out of his horror. And so the first thing that this beast-Dabi might realize is what seems such a very delicate-looking strand of luminescent ribbon whip out circling around one of his arms like a sentient sort of creature flying in loops around it... and then binding tight. Strangely tight, with a supernatural sort of strength as there's a yank on the tether. Though certainly it's not enough to even begin to budge someone of that mass even a tiny amount.

And on the other end of it some distance away, a slender white-haired boy, wreathed in a wildly tattered, shifting great downy cloak larger even than the beast the other man has become and seeming to be made of condensed moonlight, rippled back and ending in feathered edges that look vaguely winglike. His left arm ending in delicate, wickedly sharp and overly long bladed claws, and his right wreathed in a sleeve of the same ethereal material -- and holding fast to that ribbon tether from the cuff at his wrist. But his left eye has now bled a black sclera, the iris shifting into glowing red rings that shift like a camera lens trying to focus. Like trying to peer deeper...

To the corrupted soul of a beast, it would feel like that sense when you know someone is watching you. To feel peered within, when you thought you were invisible. Someone is there when you thought no one was anymore. Someone sees... You're there, he knows you are. You're still human aren't you, even being a beast like this?

It isn't like he can turn his sight off, anyway. ]


Stop it! [ It's... strangely raw and cracked, coming out of his throat. Angry but anguished as well and laced with some sort of desperation. One that's in how his arm trembles slightly as well, even as he holds fast with feet firmly planted. Fear, but not being afraid.

Fear that's been long conditioned and channeled into the will to survive and persist. Because people who fight -- ...people who grow up having to fight in what's all too often a losing side, who every single day of their lives from the time they were a small, untrained child have to exist as a literal target, who could die so incredibly easy at any time and can only survive... people like that--

Terror and the existential dread of suddenly realizing their own mortality might be imminent is just their way of life. Even if this time... it really does feel sickening.

This is not... ]


Even if you're in pain... I know that! [ ...any normal beast. ]

But fight me instead!

[ I have a bad feeling about this. ]
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[personal profile] likethelight 2022-04-11 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a fraction of a second, Allen's eyes widen as he realizes the flames are licking down the length of his tether. It doesn't burn it; in fact it seems to not affect whatever material it is at all.

Innocence, after all, is something entirely not of the world and entirely unaffected by it or anything else, save itself -- and its perfect counterpoint.

It's only for a fraction of a second though, before his demeanor shifts and his eyes narrow, pulling violently on that very same tether. Not enough to dislodge Dabi, but to pull himself violently forward and airborne with a crack of that cloak in an entirely un-cloaklike matter -- and letting the tether break off from his wrist the moment he does so before the fire can reach him.

No good. He has to try to keep away from that from all costs, even with Crown Clown. The fire can cling.

-- but his soul is still there. He can see that, even if it's buried deep inside and remains silent. Even if this creature his form has taken is monstrous beyond comparison to any other beast he's fought, if his human soul is still in there...


The mask that had previous been nestled at his throat shifts, snapping up like a sentient thing protectively over his face, the large feathered cowl coming up as well and binding tight around his head in an insulating manner. Ribbons that are the selfsame as the ones that previously bound him to the other snake out and wrap around the parts of his body not already covered by the cloak, binding him up like a marrionete. And reaching his right hand to grasp the wrist of his left, he twists in mid-air as he pulls what is a giant, glowing broadsword as long as he is and almost as broad in a flash of that same sort of transformative light. Grasping it instead of his left arm which is no longer there -- and swinging down in a violent, headlong rush as he meets his beast form.

It is not a normal sword. Born entirely from the heart of the user, it cuts only that which is corrupted, that which is dark or evil. To cut through that and only that -- straight through to the soul itself. Not in the violence of pain, but a gentle and cleansing feeling. Kind. Because that is entirely what the sword is and the only thing his sword is.

A salvation that's gentleness and kindness to the point of being searing. ]
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mha spoilers folks, avert thine eyes or get burned

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-04-15 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dabi and Midoriya have a new normal in common. Midoriya hasn't seen battle in Jakuu, but he has in this world. He was embroiled in a large group effort against a kaiju on the Farther Shores in late February. People died. He couldn't save them. A Hero's worst nightmare. His subsequent blood Corruption drove him to isolate in the woods. His newly awakened Danger Sense couldn't tell him when he was the danger. He was terrified of hurting others. Eventually, he had to be rescued. All this tempered his surface with an iron taken from within. He's less wide-eyed and wondering at the world. Sometimes there are shadows in his voice.

It's been over a month since he returned home and started healing. Midoriya still has a bit of roughness to his edges in his frayed cloak and oft-mended Hero costume. (He had to replace the jumpsuit entirely after that battle, but he did try to get it as close to the original as possible.) Now he's back on the beat with his Hunter's badge hanging by a bit of fabric on his cloak, the one given to him on arrival, the one that keeps all the blood of this world off--and there's a lot of it.

Whatever happens, he's still a Hero who saves everyone. By now he's received reports about the portals. When he spies them in the distance, he closes in, jumping over the rooftops with One For All to assess danger. No monsters yet, but a bystander is standing near one of them. Not good. Midoriya rushes there, lands in the street--and stops. He's too late to prevent the sound of his Iron Soles hitting the pavement.

Several meters away, he recognizes him. Dabi, the member of the League of Villains who held Bakugou by the neck and taunted Shouto Todoroki by name before disappearing with his hostage into a portal. (It's been a while, but that's always the image that's strongest in Midoriya's mind.) Now Dabi is in the middle of pulling something with consumer packaging out of one.
wannasmash: "Play Silver Age TV Special theme song." (cape stand)

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-04-17 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
His heart hammers in his chest. This is the sort of random encounter he'd been trying to avoid. Realistically, the chances were slim, but, also, he patrols as much of the city as he can cover--and he can cover a lot of ground.

Danger Sense is quiet. There is no attack or one to come. After making mistakes even before he got his Provisional Hero License, Midoriya is more committed to not escalating. Here, his first step is not to approach someone with the safety off, so to speak. He dispels the slight wind and arcing energy of his Quirk. It's mostly a gesture; he could call it back up again in an instant like breathing. Sometimes gestures mean something. He has no idea if it will matter here.

There's merit in looking beneath the surface, figuring out motivations. It started with Stain--no, earlier. People in Midoriya's life, not Villains but Heroes, who were... not the best people. It hasn't quite come together yet, as Midoriya learns about the world and himself, but it's a subtle knowledge that's been growing in him.

So, there is no Stop right there, or Come quietly. He doesn't have the authority or the detention facilities to back that up. He only has an observant eye and just enough guts--or power, or deficiency in self-preservation--to walk slowly forward to see better.

"Why are you stealing... medicine?"

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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-04-19 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Much like Dabi, Ochako's also been wandering about the various rifts and portals, though she hasn't had the courage to stick any body part into one to test it. Even the portals that showed off familiar places...the skyline of Tokyo, the UA campus, her own room. Ochako's a little too experienced with how world like this really like to fuck with your head, show you what you want to see most, so she doesn't dare test the waters. However, tripping over various items that seem to have fallen out of said rifts...well.

That's far more safe to pick up, especially when some of the articles she picks up are also familiar. One of Bakugou's shirts, Deku's scarf, a box of Gold Tips Imperial...stuff like that. They're all solid, all real, and Ochako picks up each one into her arms. Now scouring the area around, she's mostly looking for clothes and other useful necessities to take back when she spots a certain someone and freezes. O-Oh...well. That's not who she expected to ever run into - hell, Ochako hope she'd never encounter any of the two League members that were here, and she bites her lip. He's too sharp to not notice if she tried to hide, and there's really no where to hide other than jumping into one of those portals and that's just a straight up NOPE. So, Ochako just sighs and shakes her head. All she wants to do is get some clothes, man...

Speaking of, what is Dabi doing? ...Stealing. Of course he's stealing. But medicine? Huh...did he get hurt?? Probably. Ochako can't think he wouldn't pick a fight, or maybe he was also afflicted by that horrible blood sickness last month? Heaven knows when she was, Ochako was taking painkillers almost all the time. Her conscience tells her to say something, that "stealing is bad" etc. but...it's easy enough to ignore. Really, there's way worse things to pick a fight over, and if he's stealing medicine, then there's a clear reason for that. So, she takes a breath and sighs.]


The one in the green-blue box is more potent, and it kicks in faster.
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[personal profile] floatsaway 2022-04-23 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a weird limbo that both sides hang in - waiting for the other to make a move. It's tense, and extremely awkward, and Ochako's not stupid enough to lower her guard when she's around someone from the League, let alone someone like Dabi. She doesn't know his ties to Shouto, so she can't speak on anything there, hasn't even really breached the topic of that yet. But dancing on eggshells is stupid, and pretending the other doesn't exist while here is equally so. They will never be 'friends', or anything even remotely close to that, but Ochako at least can be civil enough. He's still human, after all.

Spying the bag at his side, and rolling her eyes with a shake of her head when he doesn't listen to her advice, Ochako rolls up the poster and approaches Dabi slowly, keeping well out of arm's length.]


Mm, I get sick a lot. [She shrugs. It's the truth. The nausea that comes with overuse of her quirk is a full body experience. Headaches, vomiting, the usual aches and pains...Ochako used to have to take a bunch of painkillers when she was first learning to control it.] Can you grab me a bag?

[Having something with handles to put her own things into would be awesome.]

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yup, my thoughts exactly

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Exploring Trenchwood

[personal profile] acknowledgement 2022-04-11 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Early afternoon settles in heavily, though it’s impossible to tell; the sun remains tucked away behind a horizon painted an eerie green. Filtering through leafy canopies, light from the full moon guides Naruto around the twisted knots of tree roots as he heads deeper into Trenchwood. Despite the well-known dangers, the blond seems to have only come equipped with a canvas knapsack and the clothes on his back—a pair of black joggers tucked into sturdy boots and a dark poncho over a fishnet shirt (unfortunately, Trench does not yet carry outfits in the particular shade of garish orange that he seeks). In his hand is a piece of parchment that he references often, interspersed with glares shot up at the hazy skyline. Naruto is attempting to navigate based on the map alone, unable to rely on constellations due to the strange phenomenon affecting Deer Country. Not that these stars would be even remotely familiar to him, anyway.

Rounding a massive oak, he skids to a stop upon catching sight of a shadowy silhouette crouching in the undergrowth—Dabi, searching for medicinal plants. Like a switch, Naruto’s entire appearance shifts in a heartbeat: He activates Six Paths Kurama Sage Mode, falling into a defensive stance. Frowning, he squints at Dabi suspiciously.]


Oi! You’re no beast, [he remarks, stating the obvious. The shinobi draws closer, not sparing the burn scars or surgical staples more than a cursory glance; Naruto has seen much stranger in his home world.] What’re you doing? …Taking a leak?
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[personal profile] acknowledgement 2022-04-12 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He may not consider the young man to be a potential enemy, but his teammates’ warnings on beasts and Pthumerians have encouraged him to exercise caution. Accordingly, Naruto doesn’t instantly comply with the request—instead taking a moment to feel out the various sources of chakra populating the immediate area. He’s unprepared for the results of his probe. Nova-hot hatred pours off the stranger in intense, pulsating waves of energy. The ugly loathing and fierce hunger for vengeance are uncomfortably familiar to Naruto; he once entertained the idea of succumbing to such sentiments, back before he reconciled with Kurama. Feeling the hot, feverish blister of these emotions again…

Expression grim, the blond sweeps the rest of their vicinity. They seem to be in a relatively safe location this close to the main road. The most malignant chakra is concentrated deeper within the forest. For now, they should be fine. And so, glancing back in Dabi’s direction, Naruto drops Six Paths Kurama Sage Mode. The unnatural luminescence to his body winks out like that of a dead star.]


Ugh…now my eyes gotta adjust. Better?

[While he hasn’t yet decided what to do with the information about the nature of Dabi’s chakra, Naruto isn’t deterred by it. In fact, he chooses to approach—squatting down a healthy distance away to curiously regard the tragic remains of the plant that the young man took a cutting from. As he moves, the shifting fabric of his poncho makes it obvious that his right arm is missing from just above the elbow down; the fishnet shirt sleeve underneath is tired off neatly at the stump.]

…You’ve got an awful lotta hate in you for someone who’s picking flowers.

[The comment is neutral; Naruto may as well be discussing the weather.]

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arclightning: (concern | have to get out of here)

[personal profile] arclightning 2022-04-17 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mako's getting worried, is the problem.

It's getting late in the month, and Wu has been—well. Great, for a while: shiny and charismatic and lovely, showering Mako and all their friends in gifts far exceeding the Raccoon Room's profits. But he's been getting snappy and mean and possessive, and Mako just... wants insurance. For Wu, for himself. If these things can really give him that, then they're worth pushing himself up onto the rooftops even with his bending on the fritz to learn more about.

Mako narrows his eyes at the person just in front of him, a dark silhouette against a darker night, lit only by the glow of the jar he's just closed.
]

Not your rooftop. You that desperate for these things?
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[personal profile] arclightning 2022-04-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pretty impressive, Mako thinks, that he was right where the butterflies landed, that he was ready. Like he figured out the pattern, which is also sort of what Mako is trying to do. There is an electric sort of tension in the dark air. It makes Mako's fingers twitch by his sides, useless, because his fire is gone with the sun and he's more vulnerable like this in the heavy darkness.

De-escalate, then. Diffuse the tension flowing on the breeze. Mako lifts a casual shoulder, looks up at the distant-lit trail of a butterfly.
]

Seems like you figured out their patterns. They drop these things every time they land?
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[personal profile] likethelight 2022-04-19 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As long as his body remains... those ribbons aren't going to give way, either. As long as his body remains nothing about his Innocence can be broken. That's the desperate truth Allen is grasping onto, anyway. Even if the more desperate truth might be, well...

...how much longer is his body going to last?

(Shaking. His limbs are shaking and trembling like he should be screaming, and the steel toes of his boots have become near-molten bright and the leather charred.)

Covered in soot and ash from the smoldering remains of what was once one of the Trench's neighborhood squares, even the brightness of his cloak is dimmed. Or -- maybe it looks dimmer than it usually does for other reasons as well. But it looks like a wild beast, half preoccupied with wrapping itself around Allen as living armor, half writhing in the air like a tortured and mad beast itself with arcs of feathered light peeling off like misshapen wings. Countless tethers peel off it, wrapping up the giant form of a man underneath him that he's dwarfed by halfway like a mummy, pinning him not even so much to the ground, but -- pinning Allen to him. Boots planted solidly against its chest for leverage as he's raised a gleaming sword -- massive even against the twisted, half-dragon half-man seeming beast beneath him -- and has it plunged deep within its shoulder. Angled in deep like he's struggling to drive it into the core of it, and the arm laid out to the side that's partially wrapped and pinned back has already been sliced open. Corrupted flesh peeled back --

-- and exposing the dark purple, scarred and thinner arm within.

But for the moment... it would seem he stopped, having found a barrier inside or hesitated, even if his face is so grimly set and his teeth grit. His briefly unfocused eyes in the direction of one of the still-visible swathes of flame licking from a shoulder of the beast -- and the eye of an unscarred young ghost of man resting within it. ]
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[personal profile] swellter 2022-04-27 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Delicate orbs of light float above on a vast sea of the night sky. A young man collects the spheres in a glass jar on the ground. To your left. The image of a long tail lazily flicking back and forth comes forefront to his mind. His omen. The snow leopard lies within him, curled up between his ribs, appeased by the steady beat of his heart. Mismatched eyes look toward the direction Kizu pointed, catching sight of a sphere losing its fight with gravity. He follows it for some time, twisting the lid of his jar open when it makes its final descent and scoops it in with the rest of his catch. ]

How many is that?

[ Seventy-two.

Shouto lifts the jar to eye-level, noting the diminishing space of the brightly burning orbs. ]
This one's full.

[ More? ]

Viktor will need them for his research, and if it works, I want to save some for Touya.

[ Turning around, he heads back down the dark street where he left the rest of the night's collection inside a frozen box. Reaching it, he runs a finger an inch below the top, melting through the ice like butter. He slides off the top, and his face is instantly awash with starlight. Inside, a dozen packed jars burn brightly from the spheres they hold. He adds another jar to his collection and picks up an empty one. Once he's done, he slides the top back on and runs his other hand over the box, refreezing the seal. With his collection protected, he lets his fire flicker to life over his palm to light the way as he heads out into the night in search of more orbs.

It's not long before Kizu directs his eyes up again, a pair this time dancing around each other a few stories high. He spawns the construct of a bridge up to the dancing globes of light. Smiling softly, he uses his fire to coax them into the empty jar. As they drift closer to their glass prison, a light ringing starts up in the distance. Faintly at first, then louder, and louder and-- ]
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[personal profile] swellter 2022-04-27 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He drops the jar as it climbs to a deafening decibel within the span of a breath. It shatters down below as the young man clutches his head. Omen frantic, Shouto squeezes his eyes against the brightly burning spheres dancing around his head. They whirl closer and closer and closer until they're hovering before his eyes forcing him to SEE:

The gentle beat of butterfly wings incinerated by a sea of blue.

His brother on his knees, spilling out the contents of his soul.

The world catches fire, and a beast emerges from the ashes painted in their father's image.

A priest wrapped in a holy veil armed with an exorcist's sword.

A Dance with Death: Azure flames barrel down on the priest and ribbons rip into rooftops, streetlamps, anything they can get their hooks in; building momentum, a broad sword is hurled across the distance cutting through flesh.

An oppressive darkness...

The sound of waves crashing against the shoreline and in the distance, a figure with white hair washed ashore, brought in by the tides.

The dead returning home...


Slammed back into his body, his heart races in his chest, where Kizu shouts his name over and over again. The vision dissipates, releasing its grip on him, and he stumbles to the ground. Lungs working at overcapacity, he gulps down much-needed air. ]


Ki-- [ wheezes ] --zu. ... have to...

[ Eyes closed tight guarding against the onslaught of another vision. ]

Find them... [ fingers grip the ice ] Please... [ and tears track down his cheeks. ]
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[personal profile] swellter 2022-04-27 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ A burst of glimmering light and a snow leopard races down the streets of Trench, sprinting for the landmarks offered by her counterpart, who clings to her winter coat.

Three...

His third vision, and he's in no better shape than the last one. Still recovering, he pushes himself to keep hold of his omen while she tracks THEM DOWN before it's too late. Cursed, he's only ever seen a few seconds ahead. Please! Don't be too late! But when a shift in the wind brings the acrid stench of smoke, his fears intensify. Adrenaline pumping, his grip grows stronger as they race headlong into the killing field where his fears turn into reality.

Ribbons entrenched in every surface, leveraging his position to STAB THROUGH HIS BROTHER with THAT same weapon he used to KILL the akuma--!!! ]


STOP IT!

[ The sound of waves crashing against the shoreline and in the distance, a figure with white hair washed ashore, brought in by the tides.

The dead returning home...


Ice bursts forth from him like a volcanic eruption, spraying crystallized bladed needles, sharply pointed, in every direction. Shouto loses control of his quirk, releasing a poorly aimed attack on his brother's assailant in utter defiance of his vision. ]


STOP! IT!!
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~All you ever did was wreck me~

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and this is where I dip out )o)

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