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To wake up in a completely different world to a welcome package that suspiciously fits his interests and a small, oddly-shaped man who is apparently his roommate starting today isn’t exactly the morning Dabi had expected to wake up to. He initially thought that he must have been hit by someone with an illusion quirk but hurting himself, unfortunately, still doesn’t send him back to where he’s supposed to be. This entire situation rings even fishier when he comes to realize that he had arrived here on his birthday. What could possibly be the connection there?

His aimless wandering down the dark street comes to a halt when just up ahead of him, he sees the familiar pair of large feathered wings waving upward then diving back down in a flash of scorching hot crimson against the night sky. Seeing those wings sway like flames being roused by the breeze is almost enchanting if not for the fact that he remembers who they are attached to.

What the hell is No. 2 doing here?

Dabi’s instinct to go after the guy and intimidate some answers out of him runs through his nerves but he collects himself because 1) he somehow couldn’t intimidate Hawks no matter how much he tried and 2) he couldn’t afford to lose the fabricated bond he has built with him just yet. A disposable hero can only be disposed of when the time is right. So with that in mind, Dabi stays still on his spot as he waits for the No. 2 Pro Hero to fly close by.

Just as Hawks is about to swoop past him, the young villain brings his palm out and releases a burst of blue flames just right in front of him— close enough to alert (and hopefully annoy) the blond but not too close that it could have almost torched his face off. The flames dissipate just as fast as they ignited and Dabi looks up at his newfound companion with a feigned smile.

Osamu was nervous about meeting with Hawks, he knew he had to do this, after all, he was going to be working with him and his past was a big part of him. But it was the Mafia and what would he think? Dazai knew this was for the best.

So he was here waiting by the trolley for the other- Dazai pulled his turtle neck over his nose, he hated to cold- he shook his head he was trying to put this off, wasn’t he? He slapped at his cheeks.  Finally. Spotting Hawks, Osamu waved and smiled softly “I’m glad you could make it.~”

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As soon as Hana had noticed the peculiar islands floating in the sky, she immediately wanted to go and explore them, so, along with a ton of other people, she set out for the airships that could transport her there. She didn’t remember these being here, but she supposed it was possible she had just missed them previously. Either way, that wasn’t her main focus today. She’d heard it was pretty hostile there, but that wasn’t anything new, she was a trained solider - how dangerous could it be? 

Her answer, once she got there, was extremely. She’d been fighting since the time she had made it into the first forest, although most of those were trivial fights. Simple bandits were never going to best her, not with her light gun anyway. They barely had any tact, and she could hear them coming in time to shoot them down. Usually just their legs, enough so that they couldn’t follow her and were no longer a threat. It’s not as though she was looking for a fight, it just seemed to be coming to her, much to her dismay. Hana didn’t enjoy injuring these strangers, but there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do when threatened. 

“Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru, huh...” He turns the bottle over in his hands a few times. “Haven’t had something like this for a while. Been working too hard to treat myself.”

The bottle had been in his ‘welcome package’ to wherever this place was.

There had also been a hat rack given to him-- but his hat collection was still back home, so he’s got to start it all up again-- and a cool ass leather jacket that he was planning to try out later. 

“Hey. You over there.” He places the bottle next to himself, tilts his hat rim upwards and sticks his thumb to point at a passerby. “You drink? Fine ass wine like this tastes better with company.”

He’s never refused to give it his all, no matter how cliched a cage he’s been stuck in. 

How ominous. Unsurprisingly, abandoned building isn’t very well lit; left in ruin for however long, one can only guess. Can’t help but be reminded of a ruined castle and whispered promises, but pushes those memories far into the recesses of his mind— now is not the time for distractions. Riku steps further into the room he has come across, squints as his eyes adjust to the change in lighting, and: bodies dressed in such a manner than he can only conclude they must have been a person of status, royals perhaps. Bodies preserved in glass chambers reminds you of another time, six princesses without hearts and a—

His head is spinning. Breathe. Right. He needs to breathe, notes how stagnant the air seems; perhaps a hint of something else he can’t quite name. Now is not the time to let himself be overwhelmed, does not know what lingers in these corridors, danger could be around the corner. With the adrenaline still running through him, his senses feel heightened, and— footsteps. He’s in no mood to take chances, and casts off a quick firaga spell as both a precaution ( to light up the way a bit brighter ) and a warning.

They have never felt this way about a no winged before! It is rather confusing, to be honest, but Goose does not question their feelings and instead waddles after them like they are a baby gosling again following mama Goose.

They do not honk. Only follow, looking almost docile.

There’s no mistaking those massive red wings and that swept back ash-blond hair. Shinsou has only ever seen him on television so to see him in the flesh feels all too surreal to him. Is he starstruck? Maybe a bit. He’s not sure. But is he relieved to see a familiar face in this area? Definitely. While the no. 2 hero may not be the first recognizable person Shinsou had hoped of seeing here, it’s still better than being amongst suspicious strangers.

Not that he trusts Hawks a hundred percent either.

Shoot, he’s coming this way. 

Right, maybe he is a bit more starstruck than he initially thought. But who wouldn’t be? He may not be a big Hawks fan, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s looking at someone who has been officially ranked as the no. 2 Pro Hero in the Hero Billboard Chart. Of course, he doesn’t care much about that chart either but ranking that high is still damn impressive. 

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her eyes lit up- this was the first time in her life she’d actually been given so many things without seteth being in control- seteth would hate it, he’d make sure everything given would go over his head and then she’d very likely get nothing in return. it was truly unfair, she understood why her brother wished to do such things but she also was old enough to take care of herself.