#herocider

HIS FINGERS HAVE BEEN TWITCHING EVER SINCE he arrived in this city, and not in a good way, like the usual excitment before the crime. Life’s been rather dull without his explosives and, quite frankly, it leaves him with a nervous sort of edge and a surplus of energy left unchanneled. The junker’s been doing his best to rebuild and resupply, but it’s not exactly easy to get your hands on c-4 from the trash.

Junkrat’s effectively hit a dead-end, and he doesn’t like that. Not one bit. 

It’s then he spies someone, multiple someones, barreling down the alley he’s camped out in -- doing his best to scavenge a dumpster, of course -- and before there’s even a chance for someone to start screaming, he realizes they’re... well, dead, but he’s not particularly sure how it happened. He’d almost swear the one was turned to dust -- but then again, the other had his hand around the victim’s throat. 

<<Not a very excitin’ way to go, if you ask me. Could’ve used a little more ‘boom!’ but beggars can’t be choosers.>>

<<Not a bad job regardless. Have to wonder what they did to warrant that though, eh?>> He laughs, high-pitched and more than a bit unnerving to those unused to it, like he’s told the funniest joke in the room -- er, alley.

“Shigaraki.” Of course it was only a matter of time. Kurogiri was nothing if not observant of his surroundings. Everything was a potential warp point at any moment. And small pieces of unnaturally disintegrated stone and metal were not beneath his watchful eye either. This was still his mission, his personal duty to sensei. The boy was not yet a proper villain.   

Kurogiri approached him with his arms folded humbly. “I am glad you appear to be unharmed.” To anyone else, they would be asking for death to offer such care towards Shingaraki’s well being. Kurogiri knew him well like that. They did not care to be babied or treated as weak. 

Yet he did not expect more then a snide comment in return. Perhaps some orders. It was too early in their reunion to tell what sort of mood they were in. And that counted for a lot with Shigaraki. 

          He doesn't bother to knock, just jimmies the lock and lets himself in. No one seemed to be home anyways, or well...no one that he could see. He takes his time going through every room, examining each of them to see which belonged to Shigaraki. It's only then does he come across a locked door. And only then does he begin to pick at the lock, before it's opened and he's face to face with just the person he's been looking for.

          ❝ I let myself in, I figured you wouldn't mind. Unless you do mind, which in that case I can't say I really care much. ❞ Same old attitude, nothing's changed even though they're in a different atmosphere. ❝ What's your weirdo self been up to? Holed up in this room all by yourself crying because you don't have anything? ❞ 

          ❝ Are you just gonna stand there and look angry or are you gonna let me in the room, Shigaraki? Don’t want your roommates thinking anything strange. Then again, I could just get rid of them if they’re a problem. ❞

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Crowds, Tatara had always hated them. Disorganized, noisy, chaotic and for someone who has heightened senses, it’s a real pain.

The commotion began when a group of self proclaimed revolutionists made a broadcast of their plan to the entire city. What a foolish course of action and these citizens are even more foolish to believe such mediocre movement. These people haven't seen what true organizations are capable of.

As he observes the crowd, he realizes that he hasn’t gotten a bite to eat. Despite having most of his abilities stripped away, the hunger of a ghoul stayed with him. It irritates him to think that he’s no different than any other human cannibal and he’s sure to take it on his poor naive chap who thinks it’s cool to hang at the back.

     He lost. 

     Drift had been wasting away his limited usages of his avatar for WEEKS in order to practice, and ultimately he lost. Never has Drift faced a more humiliating defeat than the dual victory Shigaraki smugly held in only five consecutive rounds of a nondescript 2D fighting game.  No one said he was much of a gamer, but the thought of holding at least one win over Shigaraki was enough to push him into practicing more.

     Practice makes perfect, until the master bests you at your own game.

     ... And there comes a time where even the strongest of mechs must admit defeat.

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“Hey boss guy!” Himiko barged into the bar and immediately zeroed in on her target for the day. “Shigaraki-sama! I didn’t like having to wear that so not cute villain outfit, so I want some allowance to go and buy cute new clothes to wear! I’ve been wearing this and my other sailor uniforms for like two years now and they are getting all tattered, I probably wouldn’t be allowed in public if I didn’t have my cardigan!

“Wowie!” A surprised high note resounded in her chest as she bound up to the man, peeking at the hand that covered his face. Curiously, she reached up to poke it, but decided not to.

“Is this a costume? This is really cool!”

    “Come on, come on...”

     Drift tries hard to reach his friend. With all this disarray and the HELLISH shape that Sector 6 is in, he found it difficult to reach his comrade through electronic means. Fissures separate this sector from the next, making it difficult for the mech to cross over easily. He tries once more. At this time, thankfully, he’s able to get a steady signal. A phone call... just one phone call and an location to find would be optimal for him to ensure this troublesome human’s safety.

    The call connects.

    “Finally. I’ve been trying to reach you-- where are you, exactly? Are you somewhere safe? I-- it’s rough out here-- ... oh, Primus.”