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// my children.....
// sorry for disappearing, yours truly got married today c: i hope to get back here soon when things settle down a little
An equally fierce blue light burned in the hero's eyes as he finally leapt into action, his form nearly a blur. A powerful arm closed around the young man, pinning his arms to his sides and lifting him directly off of his feet, stopping him in his tracks.
"My deepest apologies for the manhandling." All Might offered meekly, but his hold was firm and unyielding as he wrested the staff away, tossing it to the ground and nudging it far out of reach with the toe of his boot. "But I would be doing my job very poorly if I let you return to your uncle."
The refusal to cooperate came as no surprise- he hadn't known many villains, much less any villains with such fervent dedication to their cause, to turn around at the moment of conflict. All Might exhaled a deep sigh, letting his smile drop.
With the "villain" in question being a child with familial ties to a notorious criminal mastermind.. There was never much hope that things could be anything but complicated.. But no mistake, the boy would be safer in state custody than with his uncle- whether he came around to it or not, his safety was far and away the most important thing. And he deserved a chance to live like a teenager ought to- carefree and cared for.
"So.." All Might started, one eyebrow raising as he allowed a bit of a grin to return. "Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve? Or can I set you down now? The police will be arriving soon, and while I will carry you to the car if I must, I would very much prefer not to."
A surprisingly high pitched yell escapes Hunter's throat when he finds himself trapped in All Might's arm, legs flailing forward because of the sudden stop - like he's some kind of rag doll. He could fight if he wanted, he's a soldier after all, but for some reason his body freezes at the sudden contact, so wrestling the staff off his hand doesn't take much effort.
All the boy can do now is brace himself for any hit that could come now that he's been immobilized, as he's already so used to, eyes wide open and staring a thousands yards away. But no hit comes, and All Might is gentle as ever despite his determination to not let Hunter escape. The surprise is not enough to bring the kid back from whatever space his mind got stranded in, though.
"Hm," is the only sound he makes at first when the hero's ultimatum reaches him, clear to his ears but muffled to his mind, like whispers from another room. I takes him a moment to answer. "I won't move, I promise," he adds later, just to make sure to not earn some kind of retaliation.
"But--" suddenly he whispers, unable to hold back the curiosity itching in the back of his fogged head. "If I can't go back to uncle and you won't let the police arrest me... what do you plan to do, then?"
// art main mutual gave me a vision
Of course, that change in his voice is immediately noted - yes, he is definitively younger than she had been led to believe before. God, that's upsetting - just how old is he ? How could Belos use a kid as a sidekick ? How could any of them, even heroes? She tried not to think about it.
Eyebrows fly up as she is told he'd prefer to be called Hunter - seemingly his actual name - rather than Golden Guard. That was a fair request, and she quickly went to fix her previous mistake.
" Alright then, Hunter. Though you can't blame me for not calling you by a name I didn't even know existed. "
She looks pointedly at the technician's work, placing her hands on her hips in a subconscious show of hard thinking.
" I would say that yes, there is something wrong with that. Not with helping others, mind you, but ... with you being here at all. This isn't a proper living facility, it's a training ground for heroes. Is the building manager ... letting you sleep in here ? "
Under that critical tone of voice, one might notice that she seemed worried for Hunter, above all else. Well, Hunter himself might not.
Hunter is no mind reader, but Warden is giving him the exact same look All Might did when the kid lost his golden mask during their fight, so it's not hard guessing what must be crossing her mind. He hates it, it makes him feel weak. Fragile.
"Yeah, okay. You couldn't know," he blurts in a sighs, trying not to think of the feling of powerlessness that's been clinging to him for days now. He's just about to tell her to let him and the technician work, but the latter beats him by announcing that he's done. After asking Hunter to give back his box of utensils, the man leaves the two to discuss their matters on their own.
The boy sighs in exhasperation before replying to Warden. "It's not like I sleep in the middle of the gym, there's a foldable bed in the offices." He leaves out the fact that he did hide in the lumber room before he got caught, but she needn't knowing that. "I know it's not ideal-- it is not for the anyone working here. But it's the least place where people looking for me expect me to be, so it works well enough."
He crosses his arms on his chest while giving her an inquiring look. "You won't tell anyone else that I'm here, I hope?"
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It had been a bit of a stretch to believe the rumours. Not long ago, she'd heard that a former villain sidekick had been found hiding out in one of the local hero training facilities, and instead of being turned in to the authorities, he had been allowed to stay there, until he could find better living arrangements. She thought that was an insane decision on the facility manager's part - especially when she was told it had been a teenager, not an adult. Shouldn't they have alerted authorities even more, then? If a villain had taken a teen as a sidekick, and that teen now was living in a hero building by themself like a pest animal, shouldn't child services have been contacted?
It was only with mild surprise that she found out, when opening the gymnasium's doors, that the teen in question was Hunter, presently occupied fixing some electrical panel in the back, with one of the contracted technicians looking over him, seemingly only because someone said he needed at least one adult supervising him.
She knew Hunter, somewhat, from previous skirmishes. From when he had been working with who she had found out was his uncle through casual in-battle-chit-chat, it was once or twice they had to fight in the streets of residential areas. Usually wearing a mask, she only recognized him now because of the cut in his ear, and the red bird perched on his shoulder.
She hadn't thought he was so .. young, though. Her stomach dropped a little at the realization that she had been fighting what had to be at the oldest a fifteen, maybe sixteen year old.
The foster system would eat him alive, she thought. He was too old now. No family would want to adopt someone so soon to be aging out of the system, and a troubled teen like him would be too resistant to it. She shook her head, trying to forget about that. That wasn't her concern. Yet.
She walked over to the trio, the technician giving her a head nod as she approached.
" So, the Golden Guard is now an electrician ? " she asked, looking over at the open panel before them. She took note of his scarred fingers. Did he get all those from fighting heroes ? Her heart squeezed a little.
Flapjack is the first to notice someone approaching their way, crimson feathers ruffing in panic as he recognize the hero, Warden. While still perching on his owner's shoulder, the little bird starts nipping at Hunter's hair to catch his attention, for the aid behind his scarred ear has been lagging lately - damaged after Belos threw the boy off a bridge into the pit; yet another reminder of the nightmare that was that night in his uncle's hideout. The kid is just standing there, holding a box full of utensils and spare parts for the electrician when he finally turns his head around.
"Oh, come on!"
"Of all the super heroes out there..." His voice is nothing like the one he used on the battlefield, when he forced himself to sound older and tougher so that opponents would take him seriously.
Hunter stays put, though, not wanting to leave the man he promised to assist on his own. He waits patiently for the other to approach him, bracing himself for either mocking or attacks.
"My name is Hunter. I'd rather not be called with my villain name in public, thank you very much," he corrects with a pout on his face, clearing his voice and forcing his vocal chord to make a deeper sound as magenta eyes lower to the box in his hands. "... and I'm just trying to earn my place here. Something wrong with that?"
// still thinking about mha au hunter.......
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patroclus. you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.
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WHAT'S YOUR ROLE IN A FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC?
the silent sufferer. you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's⦠that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's really going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.
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