Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

SEMI-SELECTIVE BNHA OC MI JIN, CRIME BOSS PENNED BY AL

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                he almost laughs. as if her little sob story would make him share his own. he still hadn’t even told his closest friends, or at least the few people he considered friends, so why would he tell her? “ wasn’t even gonna ask you that anyways, so that’s your fault, not mine. “ he replies, leaning his head back a bit on the seat. “ i got scouted by some info broker ‘cus shigaraki was looking for more members. plus, it’s the group stain is rumored to have been apart of, so why wouldn’t i join? “ he’s almost too honest about his admiration for the ‘ hero killer ‘, compared to his tight lipped secrecy beforehand.

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“Why do you admire the hero killer so much?” she asked him, point blank. maybe this will get him to show some potential. she didn’t even know why she was bothering to prod for potential, in the first place. well, she had a tendency to not let some sleeping dogs lie.

and she Looked and saw something a little interesting. her headache worsened all in one, so she was aching to get home. 

10 more minutes, she said. 10 more minutes and then i’ll shoot him if he doesn’t impress me.

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                he froze, eyes widening slightly. he focuses his gaze not at her, but in the immediate space next to her, biting his lip slightly. he should have expected such a question, after all he’s gotten it even in passing plenty of times. each time it has pissed him off, angered him to the point of yelling, and this time was no different. but he held his tongue, knowing his situation, and no matter how much he wanted to tell her to ‘ shut the fuck up ‘, it’s not worth getting a bullet in his head. “ …pass. “ he muttered, almost growling really.

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Mi Jin sighed. An eye for an eye? “When I was 14, my stepfather found out about my mother's gang activity and burned her and him to death within their home while I watched on. I took on leadership of Geonbae ever since,” she relayed without emotion, without inflection. One sad sap story for another. She could feel her men flinch at the truth, it’s not like she ever told them, it’s not like she ever told nobody, but to be fair... Nobody asked. Well, nobody worth her time asked.

“Maybe start using your questions a little wiser, boy.” She finished quietly. “I already used your turn by use of the rule ‘I’m the one with the gun in this car’. So, how’d you get into the business of the Villains Org.?”

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                “ 21. “ he’s quick to answer, even though it’s a straight up lie, but it’s not like she has to know that right? such a compulsive liar, he is. the truth was, he’s about two years younger than he said. “ guess it’s my turn now then? “ he pauses, thinking of some sort of small talk question that he could ask. “ umm… favorite color? “

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“I’m older than you by a bit. I’m 24. I prefer monochromes, Dabi.” She leaned back and sighed. This boy was really wasting his opportunities to impress her and was, actually, boring her. Did he really think the limo was driving him to the base? No, the limo was driving aimlessly until she gave him one of two signs.

Sign One: three knocks “He’s acceptable. Take him home.”

Sign Two: two knocks. “Pull somewhere dark and let me take care of this.”

“How’d you get your scars, Dabi?” Mi Jin pulled out all of her stops.

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                 immediately he’s sticking his tongue out in obvious disapproval, crossing his arms over his chest and sinking back against the car seat, muttering something about how ‘ cats are better ‘. it’s almost childish, but that’s the intent really. more so for his own stupid humor.

                 loosening his posture, he’s back to looking disinterested in the conversation, arching his back and leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. “ alright, ma’am. your turn to ask something. “ he replied, adding a sarcastic emphasis to her title.

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“How old are you, Dabi?” Scar tissue like that proved to be exceedingly hard to come across, coupled with a mean demeanor and hygiene like that--- homeless. Mi Jin could spot them in a millisecond. After all, she was perhaps more like this boy than she or he was comfortable to admit. The only thing puzzling her was his age--- he must be younger than her, but possibly older? If older, that would be a hard thing to bluff out of.

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                lips purse into a thin line at her words, her tone. it’s almost uncomfortable how ‘ welcoming ‘ she was being, and yet behind it was something a bit frightening. this woman was certainly powerful ( not like that hadn’t been proven to him already ). he would probably have to choose his words carefully, cautious to any sort of upset or offense towards her. but honestly, that just seemed like too much work for some lady he would probably never see again. so who gives a shit.

                 he pauses for a moment thinking about what to ask. “ favorite animal? “ he didn’t want to put any sort of thought into his questions, honestly. he didn’t care about her.

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“Dogs. Dogs will do anything you train them to do and they won’t question you for a millisecond,” Mi Jin said without a moments hesitation. “A well trained dog is a useful dog.” 

 Strange. Mi Jin had assumed he would immediately begin prying at her strengths and weaknesses, what about her quirk, yadda yadda. There was no guarantee she was actually going to “free” him after all. The thought had crossed her mind that she could find use for him.... Anyone would want a man with flames like that, and many would pay a pretty penny. But the attitude problem, coupled with the way his eyes looked at her cigarette made her dismiss his value. 

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*+iincaendiium:

                 if he weren’t being held at gunpoint right now, he would’ve told her off. such insults to his intelligence pissed him off, and he had to force himself to hold his tongue in front of her, though he made sure to send a cold glare her way. leaning back against his seat, he crossed his arms over his chest. “ my apologies, ma’am. i’m just too stupid to understand your superior vocabulary. “ he replied, sarcasm dripping from his words. “ but sure, i’ll play. i’m guessing you want to go first, ma’am? “ an eyebrow raised as he stared at her, making sure to implant extra snark whenever addressed her by her little ‘ title ‘.

“No no, guests go first. Ask any question you wish, Dabi. What sort of host would I be if I didn’t give you the upper hand?” She took one last drag from her cigarette before snuffing it out in an ashtray. Mi Jin looked at Dabi under her eyelashes and raised her eyebrows. He was being unexpectedly cooperatively, if not sarcastically so. But his attitude affected nobody but him. Coyly, teasingly, she said, “Any question at all.”

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                nodding, he takes careful steps out from the rubble, making his way towards the door where she directed him. the second gun to his head surprised him a bit, but he didn’t flinch, simply sent a glare the henchman’s way before making his way outside. upon sight of the rather lavish limousine waiting for them, a small whistle escaped his lips. he’d never been in such fancy transportation before, so this was a new experience.

                before he could answer her question he was shoved into the car by the barrel of her lackey’s gun, nearly stumbling inside but he managed somehow. the smoke from her cigarette caused him to cough a bit ( even if he used to be a smoker himself ), but he made sure to cover his mouth. “ there’s not much to tell really.. “ he responded in between coughs. “ like you said before, i’m just a nobody. my story’s rather unimportant. “

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“Nobody asked for your story, boy, use your ears when I talk.” Mi Jin fished headache medication out of her pocket. A day she planned to go headache-free ruined by some washed up brat in an alley. Typical.

“Since you can’t seem to understand, I’ll simplify it for you. Let’s play twenty one questions,” Mi Jin’s tone only grew more and more irritated as she talked, soon talking to him like an incompetent teenager (which she thought he was). “I ask you a question, you ask me a question, etcetera etcetera.”

“Do you know how to do that, Dabi, or where you completely removed from any form of adolescence because of your unimportant life story?”

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                he visibly flinched at the sound of the next shot, his ears ringing for a moment afterwards. hesitantly, he eyed the wall, noticing the hole and the bullet lodged in the concrete. a bead of sweat dripped down the back of his neck, and he turned his attention back to the other. her next words caused him to frown, not very keen on being ‘ escorted ‘ ( and honestly not really trusting her to not shoot him in the back ), but what else can he do but not accept when a gun is being pointed at his face? obediently, he rises to his feet, keeping himself calm in terms of body language. just how did he get himself caught up in this, he thought to himself, but her voice distracted him. “ oh, uh. i go by dabi. “ he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

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“Well, Dabi. Walk ahead of me.” She motioned him to door, where another man raised their gun to his head on Mi Jin’s motion. She puts hers down. “My man’s quirk won’t last all day, you know.”

That must be what the henchman had done to the door. Mi Jin waited until Dabi and her man left before she followed suit. A black limo was waiting outside the building, motor whirring. Mi Jin entered first, sat down in her plush leather seat, and pulled out a Marlboro. She lit it with one hand and took it in and took a deep drag.  “Dabi,” she called from inside the car. “Tell me about yourself.”

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cigs, money, coffee, and a high end sweater

ART OF MY OC! ART OF MY OC! ART OF MY OC!

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Mi Jin scrutinized him, her eyes flicking up and down his figure. He thought she was a fool, some fool who thought he was worth anything than some grunt. Did he think she was naive? New to this? A nobody? Unconnected? Unaware? Of course she knew who The Villain Alliance was. Assuming he was the smartest in the room would be his doom.

She was.

She scoffed, humor licking at her face. She didn’t lower the gun, but motioned to some background character with her other hand and pointed at the door with two fingers. He nodded, but whatever she told him to do was invisible.

“I am aware of the existence of the Villain’s Alliance. I think you and your cohorts are foolishly bringing attention to yourselves and those like you and I will be cheering when Shigaraki meets the guillotine,” She sneered. “Stain is a vigilante fool daydreaming bitterly of being a hurt on the basis of some bruised, adolescent feelings. He does not impress me.” She stepped closer to the brat and pressed the pistol tip to his head. 

“I also have contacted said Shigaraki and know that he was amassing numbers for the invasion on Yuuei and that most of them were arrested. He suggested I join— and I refused. Because I have my own organization to take care of, you miserable orphan. Additionally, I know no ‘knight’ of the chessboard would be throwing a tantrum in a forgotten alley or cowering behind rubble. You are a grunt, regrettable, expendable. Are these words too big for you? A  N O B O D Y.” Her teeth clicked when she spat, and she pressed the gun into his head hard. “If you think I’m scared of you or that hormonal leader you call Tomura, you have greatly underestimated me.”

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                her comment against stain caused a sudden surge of rage yet again to boil in him, but though he wanted to protest the gun pressed against his head stopped him. shit. he was done for.

                his arms dropped to the floor next to him, grasping at the ash and dirt that littered the place around him. he didn’t count on this girl already KNOWING shigaraki beforehand, why would he even count on that?! why would he know that?! it’s not like shigaraki gives his lackeys a list or anything. he could feel a number of emotions swirling inside of him right now. anger, sadness, panic. and many others he couldn’t very well describe. a million thoughts racing, racing, racing. he stared up at the girl, teeth clenched and bared like a cornered animal, brow furrowed and blue eyes cold as ice. he was not going to die. he was not going to d i e.

                almost as a last ditch effort, his hand seemed to ignite in black flames, arms lifting up to shoot a large blast of fire and scorch her, but he was a second too late. the pull of the trigger echoed through his ears, in his mind, and upon reflex he shut his eyes, waiting for his end.

                but… surprisingly.                               it didn’t come.

                he felt no pain, nothing. he smelled the gas expelled by the gun, and when he opened his eyes he saw the girl, staring down at him with her cold expression. his eyes were wide, terrified probably, his body trembling. was it a blank…? a fake..? “ wha… “ he tried to form words but they didn’t come. he could only stare.

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“I took a chance,” Mi Jin said coldly, casually. She lifted the gun and aimed at another wall, and flash pulled the trigger. The shot this time was real. “Russian Roulette.”

“Well, since you speak so highly of the Villain Alliance and your connections,” The word slid off her tongue like venom off of a fang, “I am sure you will entrust me with your safe return to your boss.” Mi Jin levelled her gun at Dabi again, adding a threat to her suggestion. She motioned him up with her barrel, all the while her eyes darted to the door. There were footsteps outside, but they somehow did not approach the door.

“My name is Mi Jin, you may refer to me as Ma’am. Who are you?”

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id love to meme on your face

shoots you for even suggesting it

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                a smirk cracked scarred lips. she took the bait, nice. now he just needs to think of a good way to get out of this.. think, think dabi.

                familiar voices sounded outside the building. heroes, ugh. he had to be fast. perhaps… “ the villain’s alliance.. i’m sure you’ve heard of them, right? the group that the Hero Killer is rumored to be apart of? “ he paused, peering up at her to see any sort of reaction. “ the group that managed to kidnap a U.A. student? i’m apart of that group. i was there when we kidnapped the student. if you let me go, i’m sure that i could have a talk with my employer and we could possibly work together? if you’re interested of course. “ 

                another pause, glancing over towards the doorway as the voices outside seemed to get closer before looking back up at the woman. “ but. if you kill me, one of the major knights on the chess board.. you’ll have the villain alliance as your enemy. even if you say you’re not scared, even if you welcome the challenge, i promise you.. that group is a gathering of some of the most dangerous villains known. not all of our members have been made public yet, and i promise you that we have many, m a n y more dangerous beings in our ranks. you kill me, you’re painting a bright red target across your back. “

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Mi Jin scrutinized him, her eyes flicking up and down his figure. He thought she was a fool, some fool who thought he was worth anything than some grunt. Did he think she was naive? New to this? A nobody? Unconnected? Unaware? Of course she knew who The Villain Alliance was. Assuming he was the smartest in the room would be his doom.

She was.

She scoffed, humor licking at her face. She didn’t lower the gun, but motioned to some background character with her other hand and pointed at the door with two fingers. He nodded, but whatever she told him to do was invisible.

“I am aware of the existence of the Villain’s Alliance. I think you and your cohorts are foolishly bringing attention to yourselves and those like you and I will be cheering when Shigaraki meets the guillotine,” She sneered. “Stain is a vigilante fool daydreaming bitterly of being a hurt on the basis of some bruised, adolescent feelings. He does not impress me.” She stepped closer to the brat and pressed the pistol tip to his head. 

“I also have contacted said Shigaraki and know that he was amassing numbers for the invasion on Yuuei and that most of them were arrested. He suggested I join--- and I refused. Because I have my own organization to take care of, you miserable orphan. Additionally, I know no ‘knight’ of the chessboard would be throwing a tantrum in a forgotten alley or cowering behind rubble. You are a grunt, regrettable, expendable. Are these words too big for you? A  N O B O D Y.” Her teeth clicked when she spat, and she pressed the gun into his head hard. “If you think I’m scared of you or that hormonal leader you call Tomura, you have greatly underestimated me.”

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                the commotion could be heard plain as day, but what all of it was he could not know. he refused to even move an inch from his hiding place, but he listened as he could. doors, heavy boots, gunfire, the whole nine yards. whatever was going on out there, it sounded like hell. he needed to get out of here. how? he had no idea, but perhaps once the air clears..

                when he felt as if the uproar had died down, even just a little, he took this chance to peer over his little protective pile of rubble to check if the coast was clear or not. what he was met with? the barrel of a gun.

                he flinched, freezing in place, staring up at the other with an icy glare. his breathing surprisingly steady despite the fear rising in his throat, he kept a strong face for a man staring his possible demise in the face. no, no he wasn’t going to die. he had too much to do. he wasn’t going to die.

                “ okay. okay. let’s just calm down here, lady.. “ his voice took a rather calm demeanor, despite his tantrum from earlier. slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his hands to his head, as if in surrender. “ let’s all.. just calm down… “

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Dabi’s suggestion only seemed to enrage her. She glared into his eyes, boldly making a disgusted face. Her carefully laid hair began to stray.  Mi Jin turned off the safety on the gun and turned the old fashion pistol so the next bullet was ready to go. But then, just as it looked as if she were to pull the trigger, her eyes glowed briefly.  She took a millisecond to gather herself, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Mi Jin opened them again, fire replaced with ice. 

“Prove to me you’re better off alive than dead,” She demanded. The voices outside the door grew louder--- she could recognize some heroes voices she knew and despised. Cementoss, Kamui Woods... Snipe. Ugh, Snipe.  “You have ten seconds.”

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                amongst the flames he sees her fleeing, an expression of confusion painted his face. then it hit him as the sounds of approaching shouts, footsteps, sirens, echoed throughout the alleyway. shit. shit shit shit. he really messed up, but no time to beat himself up over it. quickly, he chooses the same escape route the girl had, ducking into the damp and dark building she had, and hunkering down immediately behind a pile of debris. he curled himself up into the tiniest ball, trying to take up as little space as possible, and tuned his ears to listen for anything that showed he were being followed. all the while, his thoughts raged about that girl, and how much he wanted to strangle her now for this.

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“Jun--- get rid of this body--- burnmarks? Do you really think I’m worried about burnmarks at this point? Do it before I feed this gun down your gullet!” Mi Jin’s voice was even, hurried, but not panicked. Dozens of shoes ran past Dabi’s hiding place, heels and boots, disappearing somewhere further in the building. “You know she won’t bail you out if you get seen like that---” One voice says to another, a laugh of acknowledgement, doors slamming. A body with it’s rib cage displaced and its insides exposed to air was moved next to the debris unceremoniously.

“Move out of the way unless you want to be incinerated you idiots--- Jun, do it!” There was a snap and the body lying next to the debris burst into blue flames. It jumped to the debris, to the blood on the wall, to any item lying around... In seconds, they were all ash.

Mi Jin was shown-- she was absolutely covered in blood now, smeared all over her bodice and skirt, her neck in a french kiss, touching the edge of her lips and her hand capable of red handprints. She held a box that typically held organs in other hands and a gun in the other. Her eyes flickered over all the ash-- nothing identifiable now, nothing anyone could put a name to-- and immediately went to Dabi without any form of surprise, like she expected him to be there.

“Shame he can’t burn living things,” She said coldly, without hesitation, and she strode forward and raised her gun to his temple. 

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                the sound of the shot echos around the walls of the alleyway, freezing him in place. the palms of his hand is still poised and lighted, blackened flames flickering between his fingers. he takes a glance behind him, seeing the noticeable hole in the wall, before turning his attention back to the girl, more importantly the gun in her hands. it’s gonna be hard trying to wrestle that from her, but just maybe..

                igniting flames on his other hand, he sets the entire area ablaze, filling the space with thick smoke. the many bits of trash alight far too easily, spreading all around him. the smoke from his flames doesn’t bother him, and he uses it as a cover and disappears into it, trying to find a good opening on the girl to attack her from.

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Mi Jin nearly screams in frustration. She just had to change her bloody shirt before she could go and this cockeyed, aggressive pitbull of a boy made it into a huge deal. Now the flames were roasting everything nearby and the thick, noxious smoke rose above the buildings, signalling one and all. Soon, the police would arrive. Or even worse---- heroes. 

“Look what you did, you damn fool!” Mi Jin yelled into the alley. In her haste to spit venom her voice fades from a melodic tone to a Korean twang. Japanese wasn’t her first language, huh? 

“Now every glory-thirsty hero is going too--  이 새끼야 !” Mi Jin turned on her heel sharply. She moved back towards the door of the alley, yanked it open so hard that it hit the other wall, and began yelling commands. “Doubletime-- Heroes enroute to location due to unrelated incident--No risk--- ‘Suko, Go!” She ignored the scarred boy, wherever he may be, whatever he may be doing.

Let the heroes handle that rotten meat.

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                brow furrowed, keeping his eyes on her even as she changed. his hand squeezed into a tight fist as the flames kept flickering in between his fingers, all across his scarred skin. “ i don’t give a shit who’s alley this is. “ slowly, he stood up, letting any debris that he had been playing and ripping fall from his lap to the ground. “  i just want you gone. out of my face. “ another blast of fire shot in her direction, his rage fueling his power. “ so just fuck off already!! “

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Mi Jin ducked quickly. She already had a headache! For fucks sake, she didn’t want to deal with this. She rose and huffed angrily.

In one quick movement, Mi Jin reached into her skirt band and pulled out her semiautomatic. She pointed it at him in one slick movement and shot one bullet right past his head. 

She furrowed his brows and said nothing, her lips tightening into a straight line.

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                he could hear the rustling of her movements, evidence that she was just flat out ignoring him and his demands. often he would just ignore the person back, but his current mood just could not allow that, and his need for privacy was stronger than ever. anger boiled inside him, overflowing in his heart, and in kind the black flames on his arms seemed to grow bigger, more intense. throwing his arm back and aiming it towards her, he a sort of beam of concentrated fire at her. he didn’t really intend to aim specifically for her, more so to ward her off, but if she actually got hurt from this he wasn’t really going to care either. “ i said. l e a v e. “

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With an annoyed noise, Mi Jin backpedaled quick enough its almost as if she expected the inky flame.  She watched it hit the wall and dissipate. Interesting quirk. Not interesting enough for behavioral problems, however. 

Unruffled, Mi Jin unceremoniously unbuttoned and took off her shirt. She took out her spare button down--it was what she was reaching for, in the end-- and put it back on as nonchalantly. “I don’t know who you think you are, boy,” She said as she did so, eyes down turned and her tone fixed, “But I don’t recall this being your alley or you being my father.” She folded the bloodstained one and put it into her purse.