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myersbprd‌:

Harry’s suggestion takes John aback, jolting him from his visual captivation with the rest of the room. “I’m not — ” The conclusion of his statement dies on his lips once his gaze shifts quickly back to Harry and catches sight of the expression the other man has adopted. A brief huff of laughter escapes him then, laced with chagrin. “Y’know, as appealing as that sounds, I think I’m gonna pass for now.” Allowing himself one last glance at the impressive surroundings, John refocuses his full attention on Harry’s explanation. “I’m more a ‘ learn by doing ’ kinda person, anyway.” He’ll always love books ( as well as conducting research ), yet nothing can ever compare to experiencing something in person, which is precisely why he plans not to be diverted by the rest of Oscorp until he’s required to use it.

John does, however, tilt in his in interest as the device Harry is currently holding seems to scan his palm with detailed deliberation. The BPRD’s technology concentrates on eyes for identification; finding note taken of his hand instead is far less jarring, if he’s being honest. Regardless, even with all that Oscorp has to offer, he misses the uniqueness richly steeped in history offered by the place he’s lived for the past year. It’s an unfamiliar feeling that surprises John. Is this what being homesick is like? He’s hardly certain, as he’s dubious that he has ever encountered it before. 

The mention of the name Connors draws his thoughts in a different direction. John had read about the incident, of course, and it had been nothing short of a scandal. Deeper investigation into the affair prior to his arrival at Oscorp had left the entire scenario stranger in his mind still, the sort which almost seemed to leave ten more questions for each answered one. He supposed it wasn’t a matter Harry would discuss with him to satiate his curiosity ( perhaps even the Osborn heir wasn’t in possession of all of the answers, though he would likely never know for sure ). 

As John’s eyes lifted from the implement beneath his hand, he replied, “And I won’t give you one.” While the words alone may sound reassuring, the tone they’re given in is instead a firm one devoid of pleasantries. He believes Harry to be quite intelligent, capable of a great many things with a company like Oscorp, and he hadn’t minded saying so, but he’s aware that he’s not here to offer encouraging sentiments. His priority is Harry Osborn, although it’s regulated to navigating the supernatural or other potential dangers in tracking down a cure for Retroviral. John takes that quite seriously, and it’ll be easier to do so ( for the both of them ) if he’s trusted. 

The voice from overhead doesn’t startle him this time, though he lifts his eyebrows slightly at the sound of his name. He supposes he’ll grow accustomed to it, even if it’s strange. Fingerprints: John almost wants to ask if it’ll still work if you cut someone’s hand off, but it sounds like a rather morbid joke, so he doesn’t. Taking the key card from Harry for the rest of the facility, he looks it over for a moment before slipping into his pocket.

Will Harry be notified if he attempts to enter the lab unsupervised in some respect, too? John’s not accustomed to being layered with so many restrictions, and he finds that he doesn’t like it. His opinions on it don’t matter at the moment, though, and he’s not about to test them unnecessarily. Harry wants them to succeed in their endeavors even more than he does, so it stands to reason he’ll have access to what’s important when he asks for it, at the very least. “I don’t have any real reason to try, so you don’t need to be worried about that.” Aside from John’s own inquisitiveness, and he knows better than to risk screwing up an assignment over something so ridiculous.

It stands to reason that Harry has more to do than stare over his shoulder ( he’s not a CEO himself, obviously, yet he can guess the sort of work the title must entail ). “Unless you tell me otherwise, I’ll only contact you if it’s important.” He nods once more, as Harry appears to almost evaluate him again. John pauses a beat and debates whether he should leave it at that, or ask the only other question currently prodding him. How advanced is Harry’s case of Retroviral, and will that factor into their search at all? Maybe, for the time being, he should orient himself with the information Oscorp has already collected. If he deems it relevant afterwards, or Harry decides to inform him, that bridge can be crossed then. “No questions. D’you have any for me?”

The inquiry about his own questions nearly make him pause; realizing that he hadn’t asked John anything, most his words had been explaining. For a moment his mind went blank, as though he had forgotten the meaning for this whole arrangement in itself. Of course, Harry knew that he had questions, and they slowly came back to him bit by bit the more he stood in silence; considering.

... Although he doubted he would ask them all.

His connection with this research was obviously personal, and the last thing he wanted was a stranger to have too much insight on the messed up thoughts of Oscorp’s “kid” CEO. He had slipped up earlier when answering John’s questions about his own views about the direction he hoped to take his newly acquired company, and he knew he couldn’t afford more vulnerabilities for the future. Appearing injured would only breed doubt, and eventually mutiny. ( John didn’t seem to fit into the type who would take advantage in such a way, even if he did have something to gain from Harry’s downfall. His thoughts were more focused on select members of his board as opposed to this situation in front of him. )

But... Questions. Yes. He still had yet to answer.

“Ah... Right...” He clears his throat, fingers almost trailing towards his neck before stopping himself. “If there anything else you need from me? I gave you my father’s older files, which have most if not all of the research already done about Retroviral. And... of course, you have this lab. But if there anything else?”

He pauses for a moment before lips part once more. “Also... are there any leads that you think we can look in right away? I believe you mentioned when you first came that you had some things worth looking into... How soon can we seriously start considering them?”

He didn’t want to see pushy, but he also didn’t want to waste time or resources when they can begin right away.

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So, you guys will not believe this but— I’ve done it. 30+ drafts are now done and will be placed into the queue. ( The queue will release 3 times a day, but only 2 drafts, as I want to still put up where I’ve gone for a while. )

So, with that little bit of business wrapped up, I’m officially moving to my new multi. It’ll be a bit more selective there, mostly for those who I’ve actively writing with/will write with.

Here’s the url!

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myersbprd‌:

It’s the response John had anticipated receiving, yet it reaffirms their stratagem, regardless. Although he’s always rather prided himself on his ability to read other people ( which had played a vital role in his occupation prior to joining the BPRD ), Harry remains akin to a ‘ wild card ’ for him. It’s disconcerting; he supposes that factors into the other man’s success as an Osborn. John merely replies to Harry’s assurance with a nod of his head, as he doubts further inflection is necessary. While their prior plan may have been temporarily misplaced, he believes the current confirmation concerning it. He’s found no reason to distrust Harry in such matters, particularly when it’s connected to both of their well-fare and the ultimate outcome of this meeting.

Allowing a brief tilt of his head, John’s gaze drifts to the formidable structure before them. It strikes a fascinating image, in retrospect: all weathered stone and thick, tangled overgrowth winding its way up the sides. There are more than plenty of abandoned buildings in Ponca, though to compare them to this one is nothing short of laughable. The history of the site was one he had glossed over in the chance that it would pertain to the reasoning of their contact for rendezvousing here, and it was nothing short of a comprehensive one. Perhaps he had placed it aside once determining it mattered little to their trip, but he wouldn’t be opposed to perusing it in the future.

The thought is jarred from his mind as they move towards the door before Harry stops him. John’s eyebrows raise at the comment which follows, pondering it for a second. “You do realize I’m supposed to be the one looking out for you, right?” Even so, a ghost of a grin flickers fleetingly across his lips. Harry truly does embody the phrase ‘ full of surprises ’ quite well. He’s here for work, although he’s become more personally invested in finding a cure than he might have expected.

“But I will — ” For now, although he doesn’t concede to tacking on the addition aloud. John’s reasonably confident that should the interview reveal itself to be underhanded, it won’t be immediate. And if he’s wrong? He won’t allow Harry to leave him that far behind. As they pass over the threshold, any remaining ease in John’s posture diminishes. Outside, it was simple enough to find a glint of humor in a scenario so overtly odd. This is different.

Their footsteps echo too loudly for the proprietor of this audience to mishear. A figure taking residence at the front of the long sanctuary, bordered by pews of ruined wood damaged by a combination of time and rainwater, is swift to turn and acknowledge their presence. “You’re on time,” is the initial remark from the stranger, as if Harry wouldn’t be practiced in punctuality when it was required. Rather than focus too intently on the speaker, he casts glances about the room for any additional silhouettes shrouded in the shadows.

While Harry was still aware that John was the one who was supposed to be protecting him during this excursion - and honestly was being paid in the long run to make sure nothing happened to the heir - there was something about the shadiness of this set up; the lack of promise that they would truly find what they were searching for that prompted him to take the lead. If someone was truly using the cure to lure the Osborn out, then he might as well act as though he was giving them exactly what they wanted. And even if he was slow to admitting it... Harry would feel bad if something immediately happened to John.

The interior of the abandoned building was spacious; every movement they made amplified that the far off walls and high ceiling. It was dark, sucking in the night around it like a cloak, and the only light was the faint beams streaming from outside through the doors and the large windows. Spooky. But the cryptic atmosphere was the least of his concerns-- Harry was more focused on the movement and sound coming from the supposed contact they were to meet, wondering if he was truly alone... and hoping he was.

“I don’t know why you would expect any less.” If there any time to behave in a cordial manner, perhaps meeting a shadowy stranger would be it, but the edge in the heir’s voice, amplified by anxiety and hope. His next steps deeper into the building were ones made with confidence, shoulders squaring as blue eyes settled on a point in the darkness.

He doesn’t look back towards the agent, knowing that John was still probably only a few paces behind him. He stops near the center of the walkway, standing with his back straight; betraying none of his wariness. ( He supposed if there was one thing he could be grateful he inherited from his worthless father, it would be the ability to act detached and calm in any situation. No matter the danger. )

“-- Let’s skip the bullshit.” A twist of a sour mockery of his smile touches his face, even if it couldn’t exactly be detected. “We both know why I’m here. And assuming you know who exactly I am, you’ll know I’m far from a patient man. If you’re done with the Friday the 13th theatrics, then let’s get to business--- what information do you have?”

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storgeveros‌:

          AN   APOLOGY ?      OF   ALL      the   words   she’d   expected   to   hear ,      those   were   perhaps   the   lowest   on   the   list .      even   less - so   expected   what   followed .      several   apologies ?      head   fell   to   the   side   in   a   silent   uncertainty ,      though   she   could   tell   there   was   more   mei   wanted   to   say .      wouldn’t   interrupt ,      even   as   much   as   she   WANTED   to   reassure   her .      after   all ,      whatever   it   was   had   to   be   important .      especially   when   the   other   couldn’t   even   seem   to   look   yuzu   in   the   eyes .

          so   instead   of   speaking ,      she’d   offer   her   quiet   attention ,      though   hands   fidgeted   in   front   of   her .      fingers   clasping   &&   unclasping   as   nervous   energy   built   up .      (      she’d   never   been   good   at   staying   still       —      always   doing   something .      now ,      it   seemed ,      was   no   exception .      )      watched   as   mei   came   further   into   the   room ,      just   in   front   of   her .      felt   the   silence   in   her   very   bones       —      wanted   to   break   it .      laugh   it   off   &&   say   she’s   sure   there’s   nothing   to   apologize   about .      but   she   remains   silent .      lets   the   pressure   of   the   silence   threaten   to   close   off   her   throat   entirely .

          then   it’s   broken ,      &&   she   still   doesn’t   know   how   to   react .      wasn’t   as   if   she   didn’t   understand ,      because   of   course   she   did ,      but       —      she   hadn’t   expected   it .      not   now .      not   when   it   felt   like   the   distant   past   already .      (      in   reality ,      it   hadn’t   even   really   been   a   full   year   since   they   became   sisters   yet ,      right ?      not   long   at   all ,      but   it   felt   like   eons .      )      but   maybe   this   was   good .      a   way   to   clear   the   air .      make   sure   that   it   was   left   in   the   past .      was   SURE   she’d   read   something   about   this   stuff   in   a   magazine   somewhere   before .      that   even   small   issues   should   be   addressed   to   create   the   foundation   for   a   lasting   relationship .      (      or   SOMETHING   like   that ,      she   was   sure .      )

          so   she’d   let   mei   speak .      reminded   of   all   the   sleepless   nights   she’d   spent   then   in   the   beginning       —      so   worried   about   countless   things       —      all   having   to   do   with   mei .      the   struggle   of   trying   to   figure   out   her   own   feelings   &&   mei’s   all   at   once .      (      at   least   now   she’s   been   left   confident   in   her   own   feelings .      trusted   them   so   deeply .      knew   she   could   never   betray   them .      )      she   hadn’t   thought   any   of   it   mattered   anymore .      not   really .      but   something   in   mei’s   words   MOVED   HER .      so   raw   &&   genuine   that   she   couldn’t   doubt   their   legitimacy .      

          she   already   found   herself   tearing   up       —      as   if   that   were   anything   new       —      though   a   soft ,      sad   smile   found   its   way   to   her   lips   as   she   was   certain   mei   had   finished   speaking .      but   before   she   could   bring   herself   to   speak ,      she   reached   out       —      arms   wrapping   around   the   other   girl   to   pull   her   into   a   tight ,      warm   hug .      &&   words   would   be   spoken   then ,      tears   still   clinging   to   lashes   &&   tone   stained   with   tears ,      raising   the   pitch .      yet ,      they   were   genuine   as   ever       —      yet   were   considered   only   for   a   moment   before   they   passed   her   lips .      “      i   forgive   you .      ”      then ,      after   just   a   short   pause ,      pulled   away   enough   to   offer   the   other   a   warm   smile .      “      &&   thank   you ,      mei .      it   means   a   lot   t’   me .      ”

It wasn’t about being forgiven. If Yuzu had told her that what she had done was unforgivable, Mei would of been fine with that. Truly. But the weight of her actions, going on so long unchecked without acknowledgement, had been weighing on her. It was wrong to assume that the other would simply understand or forget what happened. She knew more than anyone how gross it made her feel to be touched and kissed without warning or consent.

Mei was selfish... it was a trait of hers that she had always known, but never knew what to deal with. She thought of herself, and naturally she would have to deal with the consequences of such. Fingers brush through her hair, tucking it behind her ear almost nervously, although she doesn’t betray the uncertainty underneath her exterior.

She didn’t have long to wait. She jumps slightly when she feels the faux blonde’s arms start to wrap around her, eyes widening in the same instance as she’s pulled into a firm huge; relaxing all at once when realizing what the embrace was. The president hears the strain in her voice, the tears that made her words wobbly and strained, and her cheeks deepen into a dark red. It was so Yuzu to be reduced to tears so easily, but it never failed to make her embarrassed.

When they pull back to look into each others’ eyes, Mei is tempted to focus her eyes on anywhere except for her. Embarrassment is heavy in her veins, heating underneath her skin, especially under her cheeks, but she wills herself to stay put; to allow the other to peer at her less than perfect reaction. It was what she deserved, after all; what was expected when ‘dating’. Letting her walls down would be difficult... but they had time to sweat the details.

“... Of course...” She doesn’t move away, faint smile pulling at her lips, feeling a sense of relief that she was anticipating washing over her. The forgiveness, while not expected unconditionally, filled her with happiness; having Yuzu willing to move past her short comings in order to focus on the future... their future.

“I... I should of said it sooner.” She repeats, fingers clutching onto the girl’s sleeves almost in determination. “You didn’t deserve that... You deserve a better version of me. So... that is what I will attempt to give you.”

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So, you guys will not believe this but— I’ve done it. 30+ drafts are now done and will be placed into the queue. ( The queue will release 3 times a day, but only 2 drafts, as I want to still put up where I’ve gone for a while. )

So, with that little bit of business wrapped up, I’m officially moving to my new multi. It’ll be a bit more selective there, mostly for those who I’ve actively writing with/will write with.

Here’s the url!

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storgeveros‌:

          SHOULDERS   TENSED   EVEN   FURTHER      at   the   immediacy   of   the   other’s   response .      the   fact   that   mei   without   a   doubt   noticed   there   was   something   wrong .      that   judging   by   her   tone   she   likely   knew   it   was   more   than   a   bad   cold .

          she   couldn’t   lie   to   her .      at   least ,      not   in   good   conscience .      wasn’t   like   there   was   a   point ,      anyways ,      when   nobody   even   seemed   sure   that   there   was   a   cure .      had   convinced   their   mother   not   to   tell   mei   anything ,      but   even   then ,      there   was   only   a   matter   of   time   before   something   like   THIS   happened .

          but   that   didn’t   mean   she   should   dump   everything   on   mei   right   away ,      should   she ?      that   would   only   make   everything   worse ,      &&   mei   had   enough   to   worry   about ,      didn’t   she ?      so   when   the   other   continued       ⁠—      asked   the   questions   yuzu   had   been   dreading       ⁠—      she’d   offer   a   small   smile       ⁠—      an   attempt   to   be   reassuring .      “      it’s   nothing   contagious ,      i   promise .      ”      hoped   at   least   that   would   be   some   consolation ,      considering   they   lived   together       ⁠—      not   to   mention   that   they’d   kissed .      no   point   lying .      after   all ,      it   was   obvious   mei   at   least   knew   the   answer   to   the   FIRST   question   she’d   asked .

          that   probably   wasn’t   enough ,      though ,      right ?      wouldn’t   answer   her   questions .      so   she’d   try   to   offer   something   more .      “      i       ⁠—      saw   a   doctor   before   all   this ,      &&   he   said   it   was       ⁠—      a   pretty   rare   thing   so   there’s   not   really   a   cure   or   anything ,      but   it’s   not        ⁠—      like   i'm   able   to   give   it   to   anyone   else ,      so   it’s   not   dangerous   to   be   around   me .      ”      felt   her   throat   tighten   as   she   spoke ,      a   silent   prayer   that   mei   wouldn’t   try   to   leave   again   because   of   it .      if   not   for   her   sake   then   for   mama’s .      which   brought   another   thought .      “      mama   knows   that   much ,      too ,      but   nobody   else   knows   anything .      ”

          just   in   case   she   was   more   concerned   about   that .      hadn’t   even   told   harumin   for   fear   that   she’d   figure   out   what   it   was .      what   caused   it .

Mei’s expression fails to soften; violet eyes remaining on Yuzu’s face, searching every inch as though that would let her know as opposed to her carefully selected words. She half expected the faux blonde to at least attempt to lie to her; she was always so, so concerned about her own feelings and moods and whatever could disrupt it. A trait of hers that was just as frustrating as it was endearing.

Arms were crossed over her chest, her face still impassive as she waited on words to escape Yuzu’s lips, feeling her shoulders deflate slightly at the first thing that came out of her mouth. So like her--- it was always so like to worry about everyone else - about her - before herself. An irrational part of her wanted to stomp her foot, anything to show her that Mei’s unwavering concern had nothing to do with herself.

“Do you think I care if it’s contagious?” Voice is still impassive, still icy with that sharp tone she is known for, that she’s thrown Yuzu’s way a couple of times prior to this. There’s a small pause before she walks a step - then two - towards her, expression softening a fraction.

“... So Mother knows what’s going on then...” The confirmation was more for herself. It wasn’t  as though she can fault their mother for not sharing Yuzu’s condition; she wouldn’t have wanted it broadcasted if her daughter didn’t. But it did sting all the while-- a family secret in which she was left out of, since she was obviously different.

A small sigh escapes her lips, eyes sliding shut as silence grows between them; blooming like a slowly blossoming flower. There’s a moment of quiet, before she digs into her pocket carefully, unsheathing her hand before holding it out in front of them. When her fist loosened, a single crumpled flower laid in the middle of her palm.

“... Does this had anything to do with it...?”

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omochikaerii‌:

*＊✿❀〘✿〙❀✿＊* Mion would never lie to her, but Rena was good at telling when others were being dishonest. Maybe it was through their body language, the way their eyes moved, or their tone of voice. Mion was clearly not telling the full truth, and Rena could tell. That upset her. Her best friend had never been one to betray her trust before, but something clearly wasn’t right with all the recent events. Of course, calling her out on it might not get her any answers.

“Mion-chan, you know you can always tell Rena-chan anything.” She began gently, taking her hand. “If something’s wrong, I’ll always be here to listen to you, no matter what.” They had always been close, so feeling as though Mion didn’t trust her stung. She’d been so off lately and she couldn’t figure out why, which was unusual for her. “Is it because of Satoshi-kun? If you have something on your mind, I won’t tell him.” She could tell a lot of the issues were centered around him. At least, so it seemed from her recent incident of lashing out at Satoko.

“I know I don’t understand everything about you and your family, so I’m sure there’s a lot of pressure, but I would never betray you. You’re very precious to me Mion-chan.” She gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She cared so dearly for all her friends, so to see one of them in so much pain and distress made her chest ache. She just wanted to help.

Of course Rena would of picked up that she was lying. Their friendship ran so deep that perhaps Mion would of been insulted if the lackluster excuse was taken at face value, even if a part of her secretly hoped that it would suffice. She had hoped that she wouldn’t of had to struggle when it came to this particular topic concerning her sister, and the guilt that still surrounded herself whenever Shion entered her thoughts. There was a whole messy history that expanded far beyond the simple explanation of ‘I have a sister’... she didn’t want to risk Rena’s view of her changing due to...

Her fingers gently curled around her friends, a faint smile briefly touching on her lips. Keeping anything from the other was already hard, but trying to keep up ignorance while seemingly having ‘went off’ in front of her entire class - especially when one of the victims were one of her dear friends - was nearly impossible, and the truth begged to be released from her lips.

A long sigh escapes her lips, eyes closing for a moment as her entire body seemed to deflate. Resolve fluttered over her expression as she straightened her body, clutching on Rena’s hand a little tighter as she turned to look at her directly. If there was anyone that she can trust... It would be--

“I... “ Emerald eyes crack open to look at her friend, trying to figure out where she would even begin. “It’s... Rena-chan, it’s a long story, I... I need you to promise not to tell anyone, okay...? Just between us?”

Surely Shion would be able to forgive her.

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So, you guys will not believe this but— I’ve done it. 30+ drafts are now done and will be placed into the queue. ( The queue will release 3 times a day, but only 2 drafts, as I want to still put up where I’ve gone for a while. )

So, with that little bit of business wrapped up, I’m officially moving to my new multi. It’ll be a bit more selective there, mostly for those who I’ve actively writing with/will write with.

Here’s the url!

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cfmyriad‌:

      the boy’s eyes rolled a bit before locking onto her’s, taking on a more reddish hue to them as he placed his hands on her upper arms, touch soft and gentle at first before inari dug his fingers in. slowly, kyo’s form slid closer to her, towering over the brunette as his almost lifeless gaze morphed into something venomous and hateful. ( ‘ this will be fun, neko - kun !! are you ready to watch as this pathetic girl grows to hate you ? ‘ inari mocked internally, enjoying the protests from the cursed cat’s consciousness, ‘ get your fuckin’ hands off of her, you disgusting fox !! i swear, if you do anything to her… ‘ – ‘ you’ll what ? try and kill me ? don’t make me laugh, you pathetic brat. ‘ )

      “ thinking ? what kind of thinking can a nitwit like you even do, huh ? you thinkin’ about dancing rabbits while they sing ‘ la la la ‘ ? seems like that would be right up your alley, “ he shoved her into one of the nearby walls, inching close enough for her to feel the heat of his sudden rage radiate off his body, “ y’know, i really don’t get you at all, tohru. you’re some idiot space-cadet who laughs at anything and you do everyone’s bidding, no matter what it is, and it really annoys me, and it makes you look pathetic, “ he leaned forward, nails like sharp talons as he stabbed them maliciously into her arms, he breath brushing against her ear as he lowered his voice into a hostile hiss, “ just being around you always makes me so damn sick to my stomach. and don’t get me started on your inability to actually help anyone. you’re just some sad, pathetic little bitch who shouldn’t even be breathing. “ inari then released a dark chuckle into her ear, mocking her almost. he was enjoying this so much, especially with the cat panicking, trying it’s best to fight back against him. he could feel the utter turmoil kyo was in, the way it felt like his heart constricted when the words left his mouth, the stinging in his eyes as tears welled up.

      “ t - torhu… “ kyo struggled, forehead resting on her shoulder as he hissed out breaths, “ d - don’t… don’t listen to… “ from a vicious, unrelenting tone to something that was STRUGGLING, to something that was pleading for something ( an inner conflict / an inner turmoil ) to cease.

“Wha---” A sinking feeling pulled at her stomach, eyes unable to look away from the dangerous tint that Kyo’s took, a frightened gasp escaping her lips as his nails dug into her arms. She had never seen that expression on his face before; full of so much anger and hatred that it made fear pool into her chest like a poison. He looked like he could... that he might... hurt her... and even though she had never thought it possible for Kyo to want to harm her, even in his darkest moments, she genuinely believed that he... wanted to.

“K... Kyo-kun, what are you---” Another cry of surprise escaped Tohru’s lips as her back hit the solid wall, almost prompting her to panic more. They were alone on the darkened streets, no one wandering their way or exiting to building to see them, and even if they were, he’d have more than enough time to bring hurt upon her if he so wished it. She struggled, despite the fear and pain, trying to loosen his grip on her arms with a subtle desperateness that she hadn’t felt since her mother’s passing. The words he was saying, the anger that radiated from him... even with her fear, all she wanted was to take it away. ( Would that had made her even more of a fool...? )

“I... I’m sorry, I... I don’t know what I did...” The venomous words sunk it’s spikes into her with barely any work at all, brown eyes widening as she could feel sharp nails dig further into her skin, surely marking it. She had always been so scared that she was causing more harm to him than good, but... “P-Please, Kyo-kun, I-- I’m sorry... I didn’t mean...” Didn’t mean to what? Be... her? Perhaps.

But there was something else in his eyes, a battle going on as tears sprung forth surprisingly, the cat’s body shaking as though trying to hold himself back. Then those words. The tone a sharp contrast to his actions, to the venom that fell from his lips only moments prior. What... What was going on...? Even while in shock, fear, and pain, the need to reach out and free him from whatever internal battle was taking place gripped Tohru with a powerful hold.

“Kyo-kun...” Her voice was soft, shaky even though she tried to make it strong. “What’s... What’s wrong...??” Eyes fell on his brightly colored hair as his forehead leaned on her shoulder, a familiar gesture that still made her heart skip a beat. “Please--- tell me what I can do to help! This... this isn’t you... I know this, Kyo-kun! I’m right here... Let me help...”

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starsweepers‌:

      THERE WERE TIMES that Dawn wished she could just ask him to talk to her and that he would explain everything.  Get out ALL that was on his heart, in his mind, suffocating him, unsettling him, everything.  That she could understand, and that it would allow her to do more, to be more.  She felt as though she fell so s h o r t at times of being the person he needed, and this created a feeling in her that she spurned in disgust.  A sort of helplessness, a sort of weakness, a feeling of inadequacy.  So many would say he wasn’t good enough for her, but Dawn held a sinking feeling that it was the other way around.  In the brunette’s mind, she felt sadness twist within her chest when she encountered situations where she wasn’t enough.

                          She refused to let him crumble, refused to watch his life spiral when she could do something about it.  This was more than just for him… it was for any of her family and friends.  The teenager would stretch herself thinner and t h i n n e r.  Forever in the back of her head lurked the fear of not being able.  Not of anything specific, just in general.

       Not being able.  She fought to be able and capable.  Especially when it came to the people around her.  Especially with Sasuke.  In many ways, she held the same concerns he did.  That she would fail, that something would go WRONG, and ultimately it would be him walking away from her.  So she did everything in her power to be the comfort he seemed so lacking.  The ledge for which he could grab.  Dawn would plant her feet to the earth and stand as strong as she could muster to keep him from slipping further and further into the torments he carried.  It would be ages before she truly learned and understood them but, until then, she did what she could to be there.  Disability aside, this was something far more emotional.  Deeper.

                    The smile was a flash so quick she almost missed it.  But like how one still catches the traces of glow when blinking at the strike of lightning, she seemed to snag the tail end of his expression.  It was enough to give her minor hope, though it didn’t hold long when he was pushing her away.  AGAIN.

      She held her breath for a moment.  Gathering herself before she responded, wanting to find the right words.  The actor’s daughter was talented at babbling without much thought… and so she knew she had to ease for fear of saying something too fast and without proper meaning.  Finally, “I know.  But I don’t like not seeing you like this.  We don’t have to talk.  But I want to be here.  You shouldn’t be alone when you’re not okay…”

Her attachment to him had always remained a mystery. Sasuke was certain their peers were just as confused; her family, those who knew her. It didn’t make sense, for someone like her to continue to cling so tirelessly to someone like him; someone whose darkness continued to rot them from the inside out, whose problems would eventually get to be too much and overwhelm her. It was no question why he was draw to her: a moth drawn to a brilliant flame.

But being together in this way, with ‘romance’ and expectations and their closeness... he felt like a time bomb.

The cookie was, as expected, too sweet for his taste; lingering uncomfortably on his tongue as he chewed thoughtfully. Granted, it wasn’t as sweet as it could be, but his distaste towards sugar in general made any feel like too much. Dark eyes lingered on the pale cookie, not bothering to flicker upwards to avoid the chance of them clashing against the others’ brightly colored eyes. Stubborn.... one could assume that Dawn was a pushover; someone who would easily be pushed and pulled around in any direction that someone saw fit, but she was remarkably sturdy. When she wished to do something, or thought up something, nothing could change her mind. It was one of the many things that he loved liked about her.

A sigh escaped the Uchiha’s lips as he shook his head almost absently, a soft ‘whatever’ leaving his lips as fingers released the barely eaten cookie in the nearby trash can, moving away from Dawn with a heaviness that was not unlike him, stopping only when he was close to the brick wall; turning and letting himself slide down it.

The anger still bubbled hot in his chest, so he knew that he would need to stay put and ‘cool his head’ - as so many adults were found of saying - before he even bothered to try and go back in there. The warning bell rang, loud and shrill in the silence as the boy drew his legs up to his chest, propping an elbow against his knee as fingers pressed into his forehead, eyes closed as he took in careful breathes. ( Unless exercises given to him from authority figures with blurry faces, but it was something to do while he calmed down. )

“--- You’re gonna miss you’re next class. Go.” It was pointless saying this, and he knew it, but it was at least a last ditch attempt to push her away. A part of him wished for her to sigh in exasperation and finally stalk off; effectively giving up on him like so many beforehand, and if she did so he would be heartbroken happy. It was what she deserved. What he deserved.

He doesn’t bother to crack open an eye to glance at her; falling into silence as he shifted lazily through violate emotions and even more unfriendly thoughts.

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So, you guys will not believe this but— I’ve done it. 30+ drafts are now done and will be placed into the queue. ( The queue will release 3 times a day, but only 2 drafts, as I want to still put up where I’ve gone for a while. )

So, with that little bit of business wrapped up, I’m officially moving to my new multi. It’ll be a bit more selective there, mostly for those who I’ve actively writing with/will write with.

Here’s the url!

[allxtherightplaces-a]

streetxcat‌:

                 IT DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT.  Not being prepped for jail or juvie or wherever was best to send her off to.  Was she not just as guilty as everyone else who had been taken in?  All these cops and detectives… they kept QUESTIONING her.  They heard about her abuse and the like, but they also heard about the terrible crimes she had committed.  Stealing, arson, robbing, m u r d e r, smuggling…  all such things were under her belt.  At a young age.  Under her own choice.  Sort of.

           She chose to be in the ring, after all, even if staying wasn’t entirely under her own willpower.  Even if the level of fear she had had about disobeying orders was a depth she couldn’t even articulate.  These ordeals shouldn’t have stopped her, right?  A truly good person, a true hero…  they would have stood strong.  Died before becoming… whatever she was now.  A c r i m i n a l?  A monster?  She was a child, she wasn’t that far gone.  At least she hoped not.

                      But it would be a lie to say she wasn’t a thief or the aforementioned criminal.  Her fingers twitched as people passed on by, her instinct to take and steal and profit still running heavy through her veins.  Breathing would remain stilled, calm, even, as if trying to remain undetected even now, though it was all over.  Over…

       It didn’t feel over.  It probably never would.  Her head was struggling to grasp around all that was going through her mind at that moment in time.  Her FEARS and CONCERNS and her… ANGER.  Teeth would grind down upon her bottom lip, wondering where the latter emotion rose from.  All these people now were trying to help her, protect her, give her freedom and safety.  Yet… there was a heat inside she couldn’t deny.

                         Perhaps because some part of her mind believed they were stopping her.

      Her family…  They were out there.  A family that, by this point in her life, she sort of had an inkling about.  Why they left her, what had had happened.  It wasn’t that they had been kidnapped or threatened or just forgotten her by some freak misunderstanding.  Cat spurned the truth that was blatantly before her, but her mind still picked at the word every so often.

                                    ABANDONED.

         Barely reacting to the touch, she only acknowledged it by looking up.  Green eyes were glassy, thoughtful.  A deep inhale was taken as she pondered.  If Copper wasn’t dead… then he would find her.  The woman’s assurance meant nothing if Copper was alive.  But…

                                 If he was gone.

     Though she had heard everything else said, only one thing now took hold of her mind.  “Is Copper d e a d?  I want to see the body.  I want to know…”

Kyoko understood. While she had been older than Cat currently when she was been involved with her group of delinquents - who she had falsely assumed were her true family - the feelings were still similar. A sense of misguided loyalty. Guilt. The anxiety of feeling as though you needed to be punished for what had transpired during your time in the group. Whether it was done out of peer pressure or whatever. The woman had done her share of regrettable acts. She was hoping those memories could help guide her in how to deal with Cat here and now.

A careful sigh escaped her, releasing the child’s shoulder as she circled the table, taking her seat on the other side carefully. A part of her wanted to reach out and smooth her hair back like she does with Tohru when she has a nightmare: but she doubted that touch might be wanted or even reciprocated well at this point. This would have to be taken at a careful pace.

“Copper?” An eyebrow quirked, the name strange on her tongue. While she had overheard some names from the officers who had helped her interfere - and from Cat - she couldn’t put a face to the infamous name. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I wasn’t given explicit details on what happened.” She’d been instructed to wait at the station, and she knew that if she didn’t have her own daughter to worry about in the wake of an undesirable aftermath, she would of been right behind them.

“You might have to ask one of the officers. But I did hear that they caught a bunch of them. And shots were fired from both sides, so...” She didn’t want to promise anything if it turned out that the opposite was true. Kyoko tilted her head slightly, a small frown marring her lips as orange hair fell into her face.

“... Is that why you’re so on edge, kiddo?” Of course, out of a million more reasons, but... “You think he’ll come after you if he’s free...” More assumptions, and lips purse for a quiet moment. “-- Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

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myersbprd‌:

“I’ll look forward to it, then.” John’s gaze, which had been shifting between the way ahead of them and over the heads of the crowd ( as far as he was able to, at least; some of the patrons were quite a lot taller than he was ), flickered over to Noé, his lips lifting briefly into a full smile. The vampire’s tone was infused with such genuine contentment at the notion of sharing travel tales that it was rather impossible not to find the feeling contagious. Of course, he was intrigued enough as it was, although he was dubious that anyone wouldn’t garner the same enthusiasm after hearing Noé‘s cheerful acquiescence.

Perhaps after this case was over, stories about this trip would be added to the boy’s repertoire. He had never considered before that he might play a part in someone else’s memories in such a way, yet he supposed it was nice to think about. Certainly, John would remember this mission in particular for some time, he was sure of that. This was not only his first major incident with vampires, but the first time he had ever worked with one. Noé was nothing like he had anticipated when he had initially been informed of the BPRD’s new partnership, he was forced to admit. However, it was in a good way, John thought.

Turning a nearby corner, he gestured for Noé to follow ( on the off-chance that the variety of distractions the marketplace had to offer might have pulled attention from their path ). It was as they continued to maneuver through the tightly packed street that he had a moment to consider the reaction his comments concerning Vanitas had garnered. John could understand Noé’s hesitation in discussing the ‘ doctor, ’ even if they were partners on some level. Vanitas was unnerving: it bordered on impossible for him to guess what was coming, which felt unusual to him. A binding moral code didn’t appear to exist, either, making it even more difficult to gauge any specific outcome. For Noé, who seemed to possess convictions to uphold, maybe that was a point of contention.

Even so, he thought he had observed a veil of respect between the two; the pondering was ordained correct at the the second mention of Vanitas’ name. Grateful. John could understand that, although he was curious if there was more to it than a simple appreciation for helping those who needed it. Had Noé been affected by this curse in some personal way, as well? “I won’t even pretend that I get him, but I’ve heard about all the good he’s done — both of you, really.” No one could argue that Vanitas hadn’t played a role in rescuing many with the cure Noé mentioned hadn’t even been believed to exist. There were likely countless people who were thankful for it.

Hopefully, the same would be true here. His experience with vampires was scarce, yet most were inclined to think they fell into similar categories as anyone else: those who survived discreetly and stayed off the radar enough that no interference was required, and those who did not. The creatures which had been reported over the past months, however, were in a category all their own. ‘ Curse-bearers, ’ that was what Noé and Vanitas had referred to them as, and the infection had spread even to those who had never made trouble with the BPRD prior. Securing the aid of the boys who had been able to remedy even such severe cases had been imperative. 

In fact, their current destination was the place of business of someone who claimed to know a curse-bearer and their whereabouts. Noé should be able to confirm if this virus was the same they had handled in Paris. “Without you and Vanitas, I think a lot more people would end up dead.” Both supernatural and human, more likely than not. Perhaps Manning didn’t care about sustaining the former, but he knew some of the other agents did ( himself included ). “I’m not sure we could have found a peaceful way to end this.” 

As they closed in on their objective, John tilted his head at Noé’s reply to his explanation about the BPRD. “I hope eventually, everyone will think that way.” It may be a naive aspiration, but that would hardly keep him from striving for it. “What’s it like on that front where you’re originally from?”

Once the market place and it’s many lights and objects and noises started to fade as they turned a corner and moved further from it, it was easier for Noé to completely offer his full attention to John and their task at hand. ( Compared to perhaps the... 50% attention he was able to give before. ) There was seriousness that settled in him as their mission resettled itself at the forefront of his mind; the sort that only seemed to grip him when it had to do with the curse bearers.

Louis flashed in his memories, of their many moments together and especially of the last moment they ever shared-- the request that he hadn’t been able to fulfill. He was reluctant to speak of it to anyone, not even Vanitas knew of his personal connection with the curse that plagued vampires or why he was so determined to eradicate it; to destroy whoever was spreading this for the lives they were ruining. The chance was slim, but if this person really has come in contact with a curse bearer, then maybe it could get them closer...

“I don’t... understand him either. I don’t even know if I like him or not.” His first impression of Vanitas had been revulsion; a dislike that poked at him as he followed him and got himself involved on this misadventure. The feeling wasn’t as intense as then, but... it hadn’t completely gone away either. But, like John said, he is doing good. Even if it was for his own reasons. “Ah--- thanks. It’s probably more to due with Vanitas’s book, but... the closer we get to getting rid of this thing the better.”

Their destination was getting close, Noé being able to see those that they had been walking with before falling behind, a building that seemed purposefully set apart from the sound and dazzlement of the marketplace growing larger before them. The thought of this being some sort of trap crossed his mind... but with The Book of Vanitas on the doctor himself, the vampire couldn’t see a reason for them to be set up... ( Didn’t mean that it wasn’t possible thought. )

“--- It’s complicated.” He admits, circling back to the last question that John asked him. “Altus... where most of us vampires live, is usually pretty... anti-human.” Of course, such sentiments were most common among the older of them, the ones who had seen the brunt of wars and the prices and outcomes of hatred, but prejudice could be fostered and spread in more ways than just exposure. “But... I believe that one day we’ll get to a point where it shouldn’t matter. Where we can co-exist.” Which was possible... if evident from even his current encounters with John and the BPRD or his past with the elderly couple who had cared for him. He knew it to be true.

As they found themselves standing before the meeting spot, Noé felt a small frown pull at him. “-- How many should go in there?” Obviously, he was going in himself. And John... but would two suffice?

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So, you guys will not believe this but— I’ve done it. 30+ drafts are now done and will be placed into the queue. ( The queue will release 3 times a day, but only 2 drafts, as I want to still put up where I’ve gone for a while. )

So, with that little bit of business wrapped up, I’m officially moving to my new multi. It’ll be a bit more selective there, mostly for those who I’ve actively writing with/will write with.

Here’s the url!

[allxtherightplaces-a]

myersbprd‌:

Hearing Harry laugh is still somehow unanticipated, even if it had been the goal of John’s rejoinder. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that his companion is predisposed to appear quite serious ( likely a perception adopted for the sake of the other board members at Oscorp ), or the presence of melancholy which seems to remain consistently reflected in those blue eyes. Whatever the truth may be, he’s pleased by his success nonetheless. Harry’s visage has taken on a lighter guise which lifts some of the weariness embedded there prior, even if, ultimately, it’s only for a moment. However, it’s John’s turn to discover a quiet laugh escaping past his lips. “Is that so?” It’s not difficult to believe, as his gaze flickers across Harry’s face, studying for a brief second. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you,” he hums, teasing tone volleyed back in return. “It looks like you’ve already got a date vying for your attention, anyway.” It’s then that John glances knowingly at the stack of documents stacked before Harry on the table, his levity apparent. 

In a way, it’s interesting to him how quickly they’ve established a rapport between the two of them. While it’s always easier to get along with someone work requires copious amounts of time to be spent with, none of this has ever felt forced with Harry. It’s not a back-and-forth ritualized with a colleague to maintain a sensation of camaraderie, nor is it mandated. He’s supposed to operate alongside efforts to find a cure for Retroviral, not befriend Harry Osborn; yet it feels as if that’s precisely what’s happened without any forethought. 

Initially, from mere talk surrounding the Osborns and his own research, John may have anticipated ( if he were of the mind to formulate judgments based on the opinions of others, which he’s not ) members of the family were prone to utilizing their accumulated wealth to get what they wanted or buy the endorsement of ‘ friends, ’ the sort of people he can’t stand. Harry hasn’t once seemed anything like that, and it leaves him to wonder how many people actually know the other man at all.

Shifting his focus back to the conversation at hand, he considers the assessment of those old childhood plans. “What’s not impressive for an adult can be pretty good for a kid, right?” That continues to be a facet of life John forgets to apply to himself when it comes to monitoring his own progress on new endeavors, but it’s easier to see in relation to others. Although, conceding that optimism doesn’t always ensure the truth, he tacks on with another slight grin, “And even if it’s not, it gives you something to look back on now.” 

The offer to see the outlines personally surprises him, his eyebrows lifting just a little. John doesn’t have anything he worked on before he turned eighteen in his possession any longer, all of it thrown away after his uncle died and he moved to campus for university; he hadn’t had a house or a home, where would he have kept it? The thought leaves an odd twinge in his chest, as if he hadn’t truly existed before then. None of it matters now, and he shoves it out of his mind. “Guess I’ll get to decide for myself, then. But if it’s really a mess, I hope it’s a monumental one.” John’s smile widens in his humor. “That’s the best kind.”

Before he can turn back fully to the research awaiting on his laptop, he’s struck by Harry’s comments pertaining to fun. While he knows he veers far closer to the danger of over-working than under-working, there’s always value in allowing the time to breathe. “Y’know, if your date for the evening’s making you forget the meaning of words, you might want to ditch them.” This time, when John’s gaze moves to the papers awaiting a signature, it bears a hint of reproach before meeting Harry’s once more. “Don’t people say you work better once you’ve had a break?” Not too many or too long, yet the sentiment is still solid. “If you were gonna do something fun — in theory — what would it be?”

“Right... And I think they might be the jealous type.” There’s a note of reluctance as he glances back to the stack of papers awaiting him, seeming as though they were still the same exact height as they were when he had started to go through them. While Harry, being an Osborn, was no stranger to long hours dedicated to labor, it didn’t mean that he always enjoyed them. ( Especially when said labor was dedicated to yawn inducing agreements and permissions and contracts that had to be signed and handed off by a certain due date. )

Initially, Harry’s occasional appearance in the lab was more rare than not; only sitting down off in a corner of the room to work on overdue assignments as a form of supervision; wanting to see how John was doing with his own eyes and also with an eagerness of hearing if there had been any radical changes when it came to the research. He wasn’t one to usually feel so comfortable with other people-- evident by the guard that he generally attempted to keep up, behind the stony exterior of a proper CEO. But over time - maybe a bit shorter of a time than he would of ever expected - the agent became a presence that rivaled even Felicia; a sort of comfort where he found himself speaking aloud and holding conversations about almost nothing; outside of the usual updates concerning their partnership. He found himself down here more often too-- it seemed to get to a point where they both assumed regular seating that were closer to each other than before; where a conversation can be comfortably held.

Making friends was far from his strong suit. Early one, he quickly realized how others viewed him; a rich brat that would someday inherent more money than he could hope to deal with. Aside from a few of his earlier friendships, including Peter, he kept people at an arms length; not wishing to be used. If there was one thing he was sure everyone around him wanted, it was his money... but there was a relief associated with John that had been absent from so much of his younger life. Maybe it was a bit childish that the heir felt a sort of happiness at being able to label him as a friend.

“I guess....” John’s words were right in a sense; there were many ideas during childhood that could be looked upon and even improved with an adult eye. He can’t remember the last time he’s had a chance to truly go back and touch upon those little sparks and the memories they carried, but he wonders now if he’ll find some sort of inspiration by glancing back. It was an experiment worth pursuing, anyway....

“If it is a monumental mess, then all I can ask is that you don’t make fun of me for it.” Humor plays in between his own words too, a smile pulling at his lips further. “--- Or else I’ll have to do something drastic. Like fire you or something.” Of course, considering the good work alone that the agent has done for him, such extremes were akin to fantasy, but he can’t help but use his position as a source of teasing nonetheless.

The following question makes him pause, tapping his pen on the paper with surprisingly deep thought. The blank that was brought forth from the innocent question seemed misplaced, sad even. Even with him half joking about no longer understanding ‘fun’, surely there was something on hand in his mind that he could offer even as a hypothetical alternative to his work...

... Right?

“... Hm...” Blue eyes are trained on a stray word on the latest sheet, narrowing his eyes slightly as he mulled over it with a seriousness that shouldn’t of been warranted. “... Honestly... I don’t know...” There’s a melancholy note of surprise in his voice, shoulders even seeming to slack slightly at such a reality. “I haven’t thought about that really. I wasn’t lying when I said I have no time for ‘fun’...”

But even with his excursions during the year after he graduated, in which he traveled most of Europe on one escapade after another, the CEO wouldn’t call the little adventure as... fun. Oh sure, there were scandals that he found himself in, people who he can remember laughing with, and all the upscale events he’d attended and restaurants he’d eaten in but... for the first time he realized even then, it hadn’t been ‘fun’.

It was all an excuse to run away.

“Sorry... I didn’t intend for you to figure out exactly how boring I really am...” Harry tries to help the humor in his tone, hoping to not tip John off on the unexpected dip in mood; the smile on his lips falling a bit. “I guess... I hadn’t been able to think about stuff like that lately.”

Wanting to wash off the dampened mood, he turns it back on him with ease. “--- But how about you? Surely there’s someplace else you’d rather be right now, right?”

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WINCES , rubbing at the elbow he had landed on when the hero - in - training had launched him over a wall    —–   can already feel a bruise forming . watches the girl work , ignoring the uncomfortable memories it resurfaced ( his time at ua had not been the most pleasant in his life ) , he waits until her attention returns to him . 

this is not how he was planning for this to go . 

“ i shouldn’t be here ??? “ doesn’t have the energy to be angry , despite his tone , “ bold words coming from a fucking child . do you have any idea how long i’ve been onto this asshole ??? and then you and whatever pro it is you’re interning with just swoop in and fuck everything up . “ 

sighs , leaning against the wall . could’ve been home by now , the vigilante muses , if the student hadn’t shown up and spooked the villain . still , he straightens , pushing his hair from his eyes , and nods . working against a hero wasn’t something he was keen on doing . “ yeah , middle ground .  whatever . “ team work had never been his strong suit       ——  a reason for him dropping out , ua had always stressed the importance of teamwork so much . 

“ what was your plan , then ??? “

Had adrenaline not been coursing through her so intensely, Uraraka probably would of been more sheepish in response to his words. While she personally would always rather a pro hero handle such dangerous situations, she held no negative opinions towards vigilantes--- actually, they tended to do a lot of good when no one else could. But she refused to back down for the sharp words, focusing her attention back around the corner of their wall, lip pursed.

Inexperienced or not, fighting alongside her assigned hero or even a random guy with a foul attitude, Ochako wouldn’t let it shake her concentration. This was still a chance to prove that she could do this!

“Okay...” She sucks in a deep breath, moving so her back pressed against the wall before looking over towards him; expression set in determination. “-- I can duck out first. I’ll focus mostly on trying to keep people safe and out of the way, but I can also serve as a decent distraction.” If she used her quirk accordingly, she was sure she could do both effectively. Her only concern was if she had to move anything big enough to get her sick...

Eyes look towards him directly, peering into his own. “I can give you an opening if you need me to. Then you can go in and take care of him. It’s the least I can do for fucking everything up.” There’s a hint of reproach in her tone, mostly from being scolded so rudely. ( Okay, she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like even she enjoyed being accused of ruining things, truth or not. )

“-- Sound good?”

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So, you guys will not believe this but— I’ve done it. 30+ drafts are now done and will be placed into the queue. ( The queue will release 3 times a day, but only 2 drafts, as I want to still put up where I’ve gone for a while. )

So, with that little bit of business wrapped up, I’m officially moving to my new multi. It’ll be a bit more selective there, mostly for those who I’ve actively writing with/will write with.

Here’s the url!