#xcoriate

“Tomura-kuuuun.”

Himiko had, once again, encroached upon the other villain’s space-- both his room, and his personal bubble. She had wrapped herself around one of his legs as he sat, resting her head on his knee. Looking up at him, she pretended to look pitiful and cute, obviously and shamelessly acting like a child without hesitation.

“Hey, heyyyyyy.”

This is the place. She can sense that familiar presence from this very. She’s never been in here before, but to be fair, she’s been asleep for awhile. It was a rare thing for Lunacy to be out in this world and explore. Still, she’s surprised that Kachina hasn’t even stopped by here. Maybe she thought about it, just to check it out. Kachina didn’t really have a reason to come here, to this bar, but Lunacy did. 

Tenko is here. She can tell. 

She can’t help but wonder if he remembers her. She doesn’t look much different. Older, yes, and she’s not wearing that same raggedy dress. It’s probably only been a week or something, and yet, it feels as if she’s not seen her friend for several years.  Must be her aftermath of what happened. 

Anyway, 

Scarred hand reaches out to open the door before she’s stepping in and is greeted by how small this place is. Red eyes are scanning for ANYONE who is familiar. Where is he? 

pointed ears twitch in keen awareness of a sound, rustling figures making the shadows their home. he stiffens, a twist of the skull, teeth bared only to see a boy HALF his age. grown men can be wicked and monstrous, he's been told, and above all else, they are STRANGE. there's very few things more frightening than the UNKNOWN. boys, though? well, he's still one — — ganondorf sighs, drops the useless weapon without passion. ❝are you just going to stare at me? or you have anything of VALUE to say?❞

“So many children seem to be left here on their own.“

As usual, Nanami had managed to approach someone with the footfalls of a cat. She was thin enough to the point of barely making gravel and dried leaves crackle unless she put force into her steps. There appeared to be an awful lot of children roaming around unsupervised in this city, yet the reason continued to elude her. 

Much like the young girls before him, this young boy was among the scraps, searching for something. Food? Warmth? He was the only one in the area, so she had no one else to speak to. As if to help move the interaction along, she smiled down at him. 

It wasn’t what one would call a good smile.

     “You’ve got an awful lot to say for a stranger.  Usually people at least start with that shy act:  ‘oh, um, you see...’  you know?”

Dabi’s quirk limitations have been absolute hell. What could he possibly do with tiny fireballs that he could create merely five times a day? That’s not going to fucking scare anyone nor will it be enough to incinerate whoever he deems a personal inconvenience to him. It’s almost as though this shithole of a world knows exactly what he’s capable of and doesn’t plan on letting him get away with it.

❝Fucking assholes.❞ An indignant mutter slips past his lips with no specific person in mind to direct his curse at. He still has yet to figure out who is behind all this bullshit. 

❝Hm?❞ His aimless trek comes to a halt when he catches sight of a familiar deathly pale figure walking out of the nearby store. He narrows his eyes in suspicion and takes a few more steps for closer inspection. He knows that mop of grey-blue hair and almost sulking posture anywhere— he’s seen it more than he prefers. 

That so much had passed back home compared to Spirale was a shock, given the nature of her last brief stay in the city. And had that truly been for the better? The fire in her heart burned brighter than ever, stoked by two years of struggle on the lonely path to destiny’s fulfillment. It was a path she had never wanted to take, but the only one upon which to tread, would-be world saviors dogging her heels with every step.

And now? The Stars had shown just how much destiny meant. For their power was such that it eclipsed the will of the universe, of all universes. And having learned of the swift, anticlimactic end to the previous conflict which she had endured...

It pissed her off.

“These Stars think they’re so clever, limiting people’s powers like it makes everyone equal. Forcing you to dance to their tune to get all your shit back.”

Eyes burning like coals, her attention was focused on a kid who looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in years. Well, not quite a kid, but he was definitely much younger than her. Revenant called forth a fireball into her palm, the heat prickling at her skin. It flickered and danced, casting an orange glow on their surroundings. It was a smidge of color amidst the depressive subdued hues of the lower levels of Fibonacci ward.

“That’s the one thing about fire. It doesn’t fucking matter if it starts small, it spreads. And spreads, and spreads, until the only option left is to let it burn.”

Lip curling, the woman tossed the flaming ball as if it were a coin, flipping it a few times as she spoke before smothering in in a closed fist. This guy... He was young, and looked a little unhinged, but something about him reeked of danger. Revenant wasn’t put off by it, though-- Much to the contrary. She was interested in what he might have to say.

“And what do you think, huh? About this island. The Stars. You don’t actually want to do what they say, do you?”

Eɴᴏᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ.

Hᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ admit that, but there was something about the way he worked as of late - something about the loss of his god, the loss of his life, the uncertain limbo by which he now lived that was bringing him to scramble in an attempt to pull it back together. To heave the guts of his life previous back into himself like he had thousands of years before, to stand on shaky legs born anew and sway with the pouring rain.

Hᴇ'ᴅ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ wind of a few shady characters around the isle, slick and sly to bring about the chaos he once reveled in, longed to embody once more. And so, with a bit of hubris tucked beneath his now powerless belt, he made move to seek out those of like minds, of like murder, of like bloodshed to steep the world.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs something about Spirale's back alleys that drew him in, drew others to him, true villains and roughhousers alike to thrive in the hazy backwoods of the four wards. There, Enoch came to find one he'd heard of, one he'd sought after, a desperate plea to return to a smidgen of his former glory hidden beneath the slick voiced lies of Tiamat's severed head.

" Shigaraki, right? "