#setsuhime

Hello everybody! I've finished with my RP Blog. Well, almost, I still have to finish up my character page for my girls. This side-blog will be archived, and all of my current RPs will be on my new one from henceforth!

I'm looking forward to writing with familiar faces and new ones! Thank you for reading this and see you soon!

    This is what Dabi wanted wasn't it? Endeavor had been exposed to the public for all the horrible crimes he had committed to his family, along with hawks for having betrayed the league and killing Twice like the cold antihero he was. So why wasn't he satisfied? Why was the only emotions he was feeling were frustration and anger, had it been because he didn't get to put an end to any of them? That shoto, enji, the ones he promised to kill had gotten away with the lives when they should have been Dabis to take. Why does this happen every, single, time? 

   The fact that he was injured didn't matter, the melted staples, ripped skin, the slight blood pouring from under his eyes, none of it mattered. Not when he couldn't even feel the pain, right now he had better things on his mind. That's all he was worried about when he stepped into the new hideout they had moved to, mostly for the state of keeping their non fighters safe from harm. However the minute he saw Setsuka in his way he didn't think twice about pushing her away, not enough to do any harm but enough so she would move. 

                                    ❝ Not now, I can't deal with your shit right now. ❞

🐈"Hello, Setsuka! You look lovely today!"

@setsuhime

The small jet hovered over the landing strip as it started to make its way back to solid ground. The wheels skidded and made a small screeching noise as they hit the pavement and Hank couldn’t wait to get off of the damn thing. Through the small window on the right side of the jet, you could see Hank, downing another shot of whiskey as he sighed, not using a chaser.

“I can’t wait to get off this fucking thing.” He spits, looking to Connor who would appear cool as a cucumber, and to Hank, without a light behind the eyes to match. He snapped his fingers in front of the Android’s face. “Hey, come on don’t shut down on me.” Connor blinked his eyes before the brown orbs looked up to his partner. “Sorry Lieutenant, I was making a report to CyberLife.” Hank shook his head. “You’re always making reports to CyberLife.” He said the word CyberLife in a snarky tone.

                                        —— » [ @setsuhime ]

♒ — Rin watched her leave just to make sure she got out ok before snorting at her words. He waved a hand and turned around, heading back to the pool area to resume practice before going about his day.

  A plan in motion. Soon everyone would see why such drastic actions had to be taken, how pops didn’t understand that this goal for the Hassaikai would be well worth it. That all Kai planned on doing was returning the favor, only to be turned away in the blink of an eye like some monster. Just another obstacle in the way, so he put him out of commission until the plan unfolded. No one would get in his way.

  Setsuka was another one, to disapprove of how far he was willing to go. How he pierced a child's delicate flesh for hours on end, not a hint of remorse be hide said actions. She didn’t understand, how much he was putting on the line to make a better world without quirks. To make a peaceful world for both of them. Why did no one get it? Annoying.

  A thorn in his side, nothing but another voice of concern in the crowd that was brushed away like nothing but a speck of dirt. Golden hues that once shined in adoration, a warm light flickering like fire when she came into the sight was gone. That warm tone, replaced with cold remarks and quiet dismissals. 

                                   Every word of concern was wasted on Kai.

  They weren’t close anymore, a fine line separating them, being the new leader of the Hassaikai work came first. Friendship thrown aside like it had meant nothing when it came to perfecting the bullets, to permanently erase someone's quirk. It’s all that mattered right now. 

  Speak of the devil. Determined steps came to a halt, raising a brow when his path was blocked by the very girl that seemed to flutter faintly in the back of his thoughts. It came up a few times, to do the same to Setsuka like he had done with pops. But he found himself not being able to raise a violent hand towards her.