#chuketsu

Shigaraki knocked outside of Himiko’s door. Unlike Himiko he didn’t think it was his god given right to barge into her room at all hours of the day. He was a murderer but at least he wasn’t a stalker. 

“Do you want to go to the stupid festival or not?” 

Shigaraki could be lying on the floor in a diabetic coma due to the amount of mountain dew he had consumed, while super smash brothers brawl asked him if he wanted to play again in the tv he left on, but no Toga wanted to hang out which meant he had to come back from the dead and drag himself through his routine so he looked like less of an unstable serial killer while they were in public. 

Shigaraki even bothered to wear a freshly cleaned hoodie. Which was pure luck that laundry day once every two months and the festival happened awithin the same week. It was also pure luck that they managed to clean their clothes this time without doing that thing where you put too much soap in and the whole laundry room floods, which Shigaraki only thought happened in cartoons. Anyway, he was all clean, and he didn’t even have a single blood stain on him which meant that he was ready to go. It was just Himiko. 

However, what definitely stood out to him was the building in which this bar resided in. Seemed a bit large for what he considered a pretty standard setup. Like there was nothing about it that would necessitated such a big space. But hey, what did it matter to him? Ain’t like this was one of his places, nor did he really care all that much. Only thing that mattered in the long run was whether or not they had a good stock of booze on hand.

Which he would absolutely love to check out if there was any motherfucker actually manning the place to begin with.

“ Hellooooooooooo! Anybody heeeeeeere? Ya got yourself a customer! A real thirsty one! Could use a large refreshing beverage to quench that thirst!. ”

Silence.

“ Okay, so like, I’m about ten seconds away from jumping the counter and serving myself. So if ya come out here bitching and complaining about it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya! ”

      the city was an enigma to her. this was not the future and nor was this the       past (for she knew so very well of the past). this was not earth nor anywhere       else she knew of. in this city she was in the dark and without any of her abilities.       she could not feel her families presence; neither tyki, wisely, the earl or anyone       else. she held onto a feeling inside her that perhaps she was the only one of her       family in this city. she could do nothing but simply wander and ask those around       her. it was lucky for her that almost anyone would do.

                                   i guess i need to try and make some friends                                     how else am i going to figure this place out?                                    how else will i start to burn it to the ground?

Catra woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of violence. Growing up in the fright zone she was used to it. She didn’t have her headpiece on, and she was only wearing her underclothes when she made it to the room Himiko was in. 

Then she saw it- With one stab, she look a man’s life. 

You killed him. 

Even after the man was clearly dead, Himiko climbed on the body and stabbed him over and over again. There were soft squishing noises. Blood dripped from her, the blade, and splashed on the floor. There was more and more blood with each successive stab. 

You killed him. You killed him. You killed him. 

A soundless voice whispered in Catra’s brain over and over. Every time she heard the voice, she could feel it all over again, the dull, heavy, squiggish sensation that was Himiko stabbing, as if she was the one being stabbed. Catra was a mean girl, and suddenly she realized the people she was staying with were much meaner. You. You. You. You. Killed. Entraptra. 

And she had to play the villain better this time. She couldn’t let anybody see through her act. not like double trouble had. Her ears flicked back. 

Okay... okay. A really spooky fog wasn’t exactly ideal, but at least it wasn’t a terrifying thunderstorm, now, was it? As long as Mitsuba didn’t get too close to the thick of it, he wouldn’t have to deal with the he-didn’t-know-what-they-weres, but-their-shapes-were-scary, hopefully. Maybe. If he was lucky.

And, you know? So far, he had been.

Mitsuba had mostly been darting through Archimedes just doing what he could to help other people, really; he had seen how scary those who had sided with NULL could be, albeit while... at... a safe distance. He was perfectly okay with that. As much as Mitsuba had faith in his abilities that he hadn’t really had before, he was still not in as good a place as... well, any of those menaces.

With the destruction the storm had left, never mind the destruction everyone else was leaving, Mitsuba had opted to just do what he can to make sure everyone else was okay. He didn’t want to go home just yet, and he certainly...

... he didn’t want to disappear.

At least for right now, it seemed like he was in a mostly-safe area. With there still being several hours to go until the wires became accessible today, Mitsuba seemed to be walking through something of a ghost city. Or so he thought, until --

-- the sound of footsteps had him turn his head, swallowing thickly past a sudden lump in his throat.

“U-uh--”

Should he hide? Should he dive behind something? Or should he just... um... what if they weren’t bad? What if they --

A boy stood at the corner of a certain intersection attracting the stares of others. Kumagawa himself had no idea why they were staring. After all he was so minor a character, and so insignificant an existence he was hardly worth noticing. He was the kind of background character that the author would forget to draw his face. He could be easily mistaken for a smear of black paint.

But anyway enough of that, he was waiting to hang out with someone. A friend. Though it was hard to believe that anybody would call Kumagawa a friend. When she finally appeared he smiled at the sight of her. 

She was over an hour late. It was raining. Kumagawa had been sitting there cold and alone in the rain the entire time, but it did not show on his face at all. 

『Ah, I’m so happy to see Himiko-chan. I was so worried that a car had hit you, and you died after being dragged across the pavement and having all your guts spill out.』 

He was so gloomy it was like he summoned the rain itself. 

Monoma has seen better nights. or to be more exact; nights that were a little safe then the atmosphere he felt around when coming out of the surface to get a view of his surrounds. Monoma was sure that he didn’t make a wrong turn, but the atmosphere around him, the smell that his his nose, was sickening to his stomach. Maybe that’s one of the few reasons why he would rather just stay around the water instead of land. Though this is part of its quirk, where even more interesting being lived up in the surface then under water.

       Remy hated fighting for no reason. As trained as he was as a fighter, he hated having to fight more than necessary--- but it wasn’t unusual for him to have to back home. Yes, it had been less so here in this... Whatever world he was in now, but now that... Once again that was different, it seemed like he was in something straight out of a fantasy book. Not quite like the wizard books, but not quite sci-fi like Star Trek, or something. Odd, but he was starting to get used to these strange occurrences. And honestly? It wasn’t too different from all the crazy shit that always went down at Westchester.

       What he couldn’t get used to was the fact that he currently had a tail. How did Kurt deal with this?

       Remy had been minding his own, ready for a fight but finding things were actually somewhat... Calm when he stayed in Xalphina. But one could never be too sure, especially when hearing rustling behind themselves in the middle of the night.