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@overhual-a
#OVERHUAL: A PRIVATE & FRIENDS ONLY KAI CHISAKI, A.K.A. OVERHAUL OF MY HERO ACADEMIA. HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH SHGRAKI. UNLESS WE'RE MUTUALS ELSEWHERE, DO NOT FOLLOW ME FIRST. NO RULES; EVERYONE HERE SHOULD KNOW WHAT'S UP.
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" IT'S A WASTE OF TIME. " elbow rests lazily on the arm of the chair. her hand sits propped on her knuckles. legs cross at the knee as its toe taps in annoyance. soft eyes land upon him as he speaks, thankful to have something else to focus on rather than the growing volume of the conference room. " you'd think they'd make 'how to resolve conflict' a part of the hero course. " but no, all she sees are people much better at talking with their bodies than mouths. not that he has any room to talk — he's the same. the body has always been the best speaker for its true thoughts. his voice is scratched and whispery, almost as if it had been lost after a night of screaming. but it never changes. it's been like nails on chalkboard for as long as he can remember. " maybe i should step in. what do you think, strategy wise? "
A LOW SOUND ESCAPES HIM, guttural and humming, as if his dissatisfaction swelled in his throat and began escaping his lips through animal efforts. he's attempting to avoid exposing his true agitation in front of tenko, for sake of both of their tempers flaring, but his knit eyebrows and locked jaw identify his true disposition. it's all too loud, too chaotic. where he's from, order isn't just a suggestion, but a necessity. a requirement. ironically enough, these heroes could learn a thing from the old values of yakuza. " you'd think, " he agrees, crossing his leg over his knee, leaning back against his seat. he's slightly tilted towards tenko, keeping their voices as low as possible. " that's the million dollar question. we're both in agreement, i presume, that rushing straight in would do more damage than good, yes? i say we play the long game. we need as much intel as we can get before we think about going on the offensive. the opposite wouldn't just cost the asset, but the health of our comrades. and potentially their lives. "
" I KNOW YOU WOULD HAVE, no matter the circumstances. that's why i'm thankful — and grateful. " a gentle smile pulls upon his lips upon seeing more of kai's face. it's the same reaction he has upon seeing tenko. a family extends with warm, welcome arms. the tea is then brought to his lips, sipping quietly on the drink. " as am i. he wouldn't be here today if not for you ... i can only imagine how terrible it must've been; seeing him like that. i don't mean to pry, but are you going to be –- speaking to anyone for that? i only ask because i care for your well-being as much as my child's. "
AS HIS JAW TIGHTENS, he feels his teeth grinding against one another, bone against bone. they shouldn't be surprised that toshinori took notice of his own condition; that old, heroic sense of perception is difficult to shake, it seems, even in retirement. the images of tenko leaking is plastered in his mind, coming to life in his most vulnerable dreamstates, as if it were etched behind his eyelids in gory canvas. " i haven't thought about it, " he finally confesses, looking down at the tea swelling in his hands. its steam tickles along his exposed skin, dancing into the air above them both. " i've been... too busy, i suppose, to think about myself. she's my main priority right now — it feels wrong to focus on myself after everything that happened. "
I’m sorry, boss man. It’ll probably get kind of loud in here.
USING YOUR ARSENAL TO YOUR ADVANTAGE. ( so you have failed again ... so too must you learn, tomura shigaraki. ) she sees the board, and she sees beyond it. it sees the pieces, and upon those pieces — faces. his, hers, the league, the shie hassakai, and the hero society trapping them both here. silence finally falls upon him. there is hardly a breath exhaled from his lungs as the light goes off. this arsenal drifts deeper than what he can see. " good. i hate when people go easy on me. how else would i learn? " he listens, thinks, and finally moves. " kurogiri is on a mission for me on behalf of my former master. " the move is calculated and defensive — setting herself up for future success. " a power was promised to me should a day come where all-for-one was captured. kurogiri is securing that. your turn. "
" WE'RE LIKEMINDED IN THAT REGARD, THEN. the best way to learn is to hit the ground running. " amusement reaches golden eyes as he notices the shift in demeanor. so he's finally starting to understand the importance of the game, not as some way to dawdle around business, but instead show what can be done with their players at hand. shigaraki's move, though by no means a professional one, is far more strategic than her past movements have been. she's learning. " reclaiming what's yours? that, i can understand. " with that in mind, overhaul plucks up his pawn, making a retaliating offensive. as he overtakes one of shigaraki's pieces, he murmurs, " but he's a big player in your team. it makes me wary to see so many still on your side, particularly when we're trying to acclaim a space of trust between us. " he withdraws, resting his hands on the back of the couch. " these bullets have a special property with which was already demonstrated on your colleague, compress. i plan on toppling the scales. restoring an order to the underground it's desperately needed for decades, now. i'd like to recruit twice. "
TIRED EYES LAND UPON THEIRS. she wondered once whether or not she should have brought him — and while abandoning him would've given way to a quicker, less stressful escape, he couldn't just leave him; not in the state they're in. ( he knows exactly where this "boss" is. kept in a hospital for dangerous criminals — not too far away from tartarus, which is exactly where they're escaping from. ) kaina's hand returns to her own lap.
" look, i know you need to see the boss. " they bite back their frustration. he's not in his right mind; he'd do well to remember that. " but we've been over this. we'll see the boss soon, after the heroes have stopped looking for us, remember? " their voice is low, almost attempting to be lulling. like one would easy the worries of a child. " if we go back too soon, we'll be caught — and you'll never see your boss again. you don't want that. "
TANGLES OF NEURONS FIRE WITH GUILT. when was it, that he lost his way? when he betrayed the man that took him in, dirt-caked and with bruised knees, as a child of the street? a lust for power overtook his mind and reason: a desire to dominate the indomitable, to stop the unstoppable. who was he, to mimic a fraction of all for one's power? who was he, to turn his hand on the only man that took him in, gave him purpose? kai's resting his head against the window of the train, listening to its engine roar like a tempest, and all he can think about is finding him. finding the boss. gotta find the boss. got to beg for forgiveness.
kaina's voice is unfamiliar in his ears, grating, like nails against his skin. it shouldn't be her that he's so close to, it shouldn't be her that he's speaking to. and it shouldn't be her telling him they'll have to wait even longer. agitation brews in the pit of his stomach, eyes cast out towards the ever-changing terrain, and he feels a bilious taste of disgust tugging onto his tongue. " no, " he concurs, shifting uncomfortably. his clothes feel suffocating. the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, and he doesn't have the means to soothe them. " i don't. "
" MMM. " lips pull downward, equally displeased at the move and overhaul's voice. shoes hit the ground as it's her turn to play. hands rest on both knees, and it lurches forward. god, meet death. its leer spreads across the board plague like and destructive. strands of blue-grey hair fall over his face, almost obscuring the peek of crimson eyes. if overhaul wants to play so badly, she'll play. and upon studying the board: " kurogiri's doing something for me. if you want to know what, i can share that information ... once we talk about the plan with your quirk-erasing bullets. "
THE GAME SPRAWLS BEFORE THEM, exposing unlimited possibilities at their fingertips. overhaul's hands return to their steeple, golden eyes drifting to observe shigaraki in thought. despite her agitation towards the game itself, it seems as if she's beginning to take it more seriously — which, notwithstanding the grating disrespect that it displayed not long ago, is an optimistic change of pace. " take your time. the point of this game is to be strategic, using your arsenal to your advantage, " he murmurs, lurching back against the couch. his eyes flick to the ceiling, bringing his fingertips towards the back of the couch. " i don't plan on going easy on you, beginner or not. those bullets ... they're another pawn piece of mine. i plan on toppling the scales, introducing natural order again. " his hand raises, flicking dismissively. " i can tell you how in time. right now, i said my piece. it's your turn. "
" I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH. " he pours them both tea -— no, the question was not posed whether or not kai wanted any. knowing they'd likely say 'no' to not inconvience him, or something of the like. a cup is extended to the younger before toshinori joins him on the couch. " everything you've done for tenko ... well, it means more to me than i can express. " / @overhual
" YOUR THANKS ARE APPRECIATED, but by no means necessary. there's no question on whether or not i'd help. " their middle and forefinger come together with the thumb to pinch the demitasse once served. his opposite hand lowers the surgical mask just beneath the chin, and as he brings the ceramic to his lips, he blows at the sprawling steam. " i'm just happy to see that he's doing well again, " kai confesses, meeting toshinori's eyes with their own. " it's deserved. "
THE TRAIN HUMS BENEATH THEM. it sits on the aisle seat, hands the conductor the appropriate tickets; even now, her connections come in handy for a quick escape. he has them seated near the window — hoping the passing views will be enough to distract him and draw attention away from his missing limbs. she'd had him fitted in a proper shirt and overcoat before, and hopefully it's enough. kaina, herself, had donned a whole new identity. her hair is up in a ball cap and a hoodie hangs loosely on his frame.
this train ride is an hour long, then they have one more 45 minute long connection to the countryside. there, they can have a moment to assess and account for what's been done — and for what's to come.
" hang on, kai. " his hand rests only somewhat nervously on their knee. " not long now. " / @overhual
THEY STARE THROUGH THE WINDOW, past the soot and smudge, their eyes fixed somewhere so distant that not even the sprawling land around them gives way to what he observes. tired eyelids hang heavy along his golden gaze, accentuating the bags just beneath; despite the exhaustion, their mind races with the possibility of seeing the boss again: he wonders how he's being kept, if he's being treated as he should. emotions stir in his gut, dulled from so long unfeeling that it cramps in the pit of his stomach and pangs just enough to make him feel sick.
his attention is snapped towards their company upon being touched. normally, it would elicit a flinch, but they find themself too exhausted to recoil. rather, they fix their stare upon hers, so sharp it could splinter wood. " you're taking me to him, right? " he asks lowly — not the first time he's posed this question. " the boss. i need to see him. "
SHE DOESN'T BOTHER HIDING HER DISPLEASURE AS VOICES RAISE ACROSS THE TABLE. heroes rise from their seats in argument and disagreement as tenko does the opposite. it plops down in the conference room chair and crosses both arms and legs alike. a frown pulls on scarred lips. ( how much louder can they get? ) annoyance spikes until he glances over. suddenly, the frown doesn't feel so necessary. she swivels closer to her partner. " how annoying. we're all on the same side, right? while they stand here and argue, people are waiting to be rescued. " / @overhual
" CLASHING PERSONALITIES AND HEIGHTENED EMOTIONS will do that to you. " their voice, hushed beneath the mask just enough for only tenko to perceive what he says, rolls from their lips so smoothly he nearly hums. golden eyes survey the room before them curiously, thin eyebrows pinched together in well-contained agitation. despite the tranquility of kai's body, shoulders relaxed and hands knit upon his lap, he's just as exasperated as his partner; this bickering seems to be a pattern of growing concern. " that's just it — there are people to save. i imagine that's why everyone's so tense; they're passionate about how to go about their jobs. good in theory, but when you don't know how to debate... " their hand outstretches, subtly beckoning to the entropy. " this is what happens. "
" TWICE IS YOURS; NOT KUROGIRI. " the shogi board is set. legs pull up to its chest, red high tops perch on the edge of the couch. — he's sure it'll piss him off, even just a little bit. it moves its piece. ( SCRITCH, SCRITCH. ) she's lost track of both their game number and the time. " i'm getting bored of this game, overhaul. don't you have another game we can play? " / @overhual
" WE'VE BARELY SCRATCHED the surface of this match. you'll have to be more patient than that. " delicate fingertips peel from their steeple to hover over each shōgi piece like the hand of god. the tepid air of the tearoom intermingles with the flat timbre of his voice to project a sense of mild disinterest for shigaraki's impatience, like one would address the nature of a temperamental child. overhaul settles with a smooth movement of a marker, gently occupying it with a well-calculated offensive. " besides, this game allows us to talk. you're quick to discount kurogiri — why is that? "
Headcanon: Body modifications ( piercings and tattoos ). Longish post under the cut.
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Hey kids this is my small kinda-rant about just how much the Eightfold does outside of producing Quirk-destroying bullets. They’re not just a group of villains getting together to do villainous things; they’re a business and have been for centuries. I actually made something similar to this when I first created the blog but I told myself to add onto it as the blog grows, so here I am. Everything’s under the cut.
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