#decomposeyourself

❝Shit!❞ A rush of blue flames gushes forth from his hand but unfortunately, his target has already taken flight away from his aim and his quirk time limitation has reached its final spark for the moment. A scowl curls the corner of his lips as adrenaline still courses fast through his system, awfully dissatisfied. He was this close— this close to melting that thieving asshole’s face off if it wasn’t for the little interruption brought about by this dark-haired, eerie-looking woman who is still standing in the dark alley before him.

Dabi knows better than to get sidetracked when in the midst of attacking his prey. It’s something he’s learned before and yet he still ended up doing the exact same mistake. Maybe he’s getting a little rusty considering he hasn’t come close to any actual action since arriving in this hellhole. It’s times like these he finds himself looking back and realizing how much of an entertaining time he had working with the intolerable Shigaraki.

(starter for @decomposeyourself​ ) His soul felt cold, and empty - only barest amounts of soft fluffy dreams swirling in there. It felt absolutely horrid - an inscribed held powers of an Epithet ever since they were born, and felt it written in their soul, so to be without that felt...wrong. Like he was missing a key part of himself. Thankfully, the emptiness was not all-compassing at least, and seeing as he did still have the power to summon his Counting Sheep, he still had to take the time to take care of them and check they were okay after so much of his epithet had been taken. They were living beings, after all, despite being made from sleep dust, and a good psychologist valued the help they were given! It...wasn’t like he was using it as an excuse to pat their fluffy wool and feel slightly better, of course not. He was no child. He sat in the grass of a park-like area he had found in his inital wanderings of the place, though had not reckoned on the small fact that the scene of a literal sea of a herd of orange sheep surrounding him and patiently waiting to be brushed and pet was probably a very...unique sight. The herd leader, the single sheep with a ‘pompadour’ styled bit of wool, spied a tall stranger, and stepped forward with brash sheepish authority. “Baaa.” He was the leader! He should therefore look at and investigate a curious new person first. Sylvie blinked and diverted his gaze from brushing one of the other sheep. “Ah....curious. My sheep don’t usually go up to complete strangers like that - he must find something about you interesting, or was distracted by your approach...what brings you here?”

unfortunately, the more he shuffled through papers, he found that it was mostly just a rehashed version of what he found in the previous research lab he checked out months prior; visibly frustrated, he fully plans on leaving until one of his deployed feathers picks up on someone walking down one of the halls towards the testing labs.

hastily moving in that direction to spare the sorry soul of trespassing into a territory not meant for anyone to cross into, he uses the feather that had been tripped to harmlessly tug and push at the visitor to keep them from proceeding any further until he reached them. 

“ psssssst, hey ! ! ”   quietly trying to grab the woman’s attention once he arrived, he was quick to send another feather their way to gently twirl her in the opposite direction; now that she faced him, hawks mustered an apologetic expression prior to offering a hurried warning.

“ sorry about that . . !  i really wouldn’t go any further—— ”  

Dropped for you!

Dropped~!