#fiskarnaros

He’s trying really, really hard to keep himself distracted by the terrible music booming through the large speakers and the noise of the obnoxiously incessant chatter of a drunken couple seated nearby but his attempt still has come to naught because the prickling feeling of annoyance and paranoia remains heavy under his sickly pale skin.

He thought he could peacefully have a drink or two at the bar when the place caught his attention half an hour ago but it seemed like that was just asking for too much. Sitting just next to him is a woman who has been stealing glances at him every now and then since she arrived. Normally Dabi wouldn’t have minded the attention seeing that he has gotten used to the sight of his scars earning him a few turned heads but this is just getting ridiculous.

This chick already got a good look at him so why is she still eyeing him?

A fight between two inebriated men had broken out mere minutes ago and Dabi doesn’t plan on following their footsteps by initiating a brawl of his own. Instead of giving her a skin-searing threat, he sighs and downs his drink before finally turning to her direction with a bored frown surfacing on his scarred features— his vision somewhat blurry from intoxication.

“Close your eyes and hold your hands out. I have a gift for you”

“my, you’ve gotten yourself into quite the bit of trouble, haven’t you?” there could be no doubt, there was some quality of the locals that separated them from the ‘champions’ summoned from the city none of them belonged to from the start. as such, mukuro’s greeting came after a minimal observation of the intruder currently locked in his chosen family’s personal jail.

it was an incredibly dreary place, a basement with some few cells that were all currently empty but for the one mukuro sat himself primly outside, perched on a chair set there for precisely that intention. “i heard you had caused some trouble for the house... or may cause some trouble. i missed the details, really.” he smiled blithely and toyed with his purchased trident, fully enjoying the power he’d been given over this person’s fate and making an absolute show of it.

Quietly as he could, Lance sneaked up behind the most beautiful man he'd ever seen and quickly reached up to cover his eyes from behind.

send him to Ogata

Good idea.

“As you all may have heard, participation in this competition isn’t exacty necessary, but... Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not very eager to die,” Rika said, gesturing vaguely. She’d just met her teammates, naturally, but that seemed like a rather common desire.

“That being said, there’s also no point in doing a job if you won’t do it well,” she continued. “We should be able to set one or two beacons down, and we’ll live... But then why go through all the trouble?”

Because they were going to die? Whatever.

“Now,” Rika motioned with the beacon gun in her hands. “All that in mind, who here is a good shot? I, um, don’t exactly shoot things. On a regular basis.”

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