#plotted

The door wasn’t locked. It never mattered. By the time the hinge gave under a slow push, he was already inside, boots quiet against the floor, coat dragging faintly behind him. The place was small, lived in, not his.

He took it in with a glance. Decent. Quiet. Off the grid enough. An apartment like this for a single name, an easy job, a fair trade. He set a weapon down on the table like it belonged there. Then moved through the space without hurry, without permission, gaze dragging over what was hers and deciding none of it mattered.

The smell of food lingered and that got his attention. A container was opened without asking. He took a bite, pausing only briefly as if weighing it. No reaction, just a quiet decision. It was worth finishing. Only then did his voice cut through the room, low and certain. “Tell me about the man you want dead.” He took another bite, gaze drifting as if the answer was already overdue. @warwaited

@demons-and-other-stuff

Willow was out a little later than she usually was, wanting to check on some plants that glowed at specific times of the day. They had been looking dimmer than they should and she wanted to see what she could do to help them out.

It was one of the safer and quieter forested areas outside of the town so she wasn't uncomfortable being out after dark here.

The heaven changes. From the beautiful weather there was nothing more to seen. Thick dark clouds covered the bright sun. It fits with her Mood.

Madison felt her body screaming after sleep. But at first she needs a sleep place. As she stranded after her dangerous escape, there was only this thought in her. She needs to find her beloved ones. Alicia and Strand. They were there .. Somewhere lost outside. To grieving about her special child Nick, there was still not the time. But her heart suffered. There was this picture in her head. This blurry memory from their last intense conversation after she did the most unforgivable thing in his thought.

Now she regrets .. Regrets, that this was maybe their last conversation before he sacrificed himself for everybody.

"Nick !!"

She hears herself screaming his name. Raindrops falling into her face. The ground where she walks changes in mud. She feels that the walking becomes harder with every step. Now she looses the hold and stumbles about something,..someone?

Madison terrifies.This person has the clothes from her son. Her eyes widens. Its a walker in Nick's Clothes. Her lips shaking.

This place, while not entirely belonging to UA, was still a relax spot for students and with security having tightened since the USJ & Kamino, no one would bother leaving the campus at such hour. 

Well, except for Bakugou. Its the least he could do, showing up here. This was his idea and he was the punctual kind. In fact, he’s been standing near the plaza’s fountain for close to an hour, reading a book.

He cares not, for the chilly, wintry air, not with the comfy coat he has on. He just waits, simple as that.