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S a v e m e Indie rp blog for Eri from BNHA penned by Blue

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floodfoal: 

     “You’re it.” The child reiterated, lowering his hand back down so that he could jam it ( and his other ) against his hips. Was she being serious right now? Who didn’t know how to play tag?? If this was some trick to let her catch him while he was waiting for her to get with the program, he was going to be so mad! Not hair-pulling mad ( because he was better than that; only jerks pulled girls hair and made them cry ! ) but- well, mad! 

     Kouta’s scowl deepened, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he watched the girl for any quick moves. When there didn’t seem to be any coming, however, he canted his head to the side, expression somehow even more irritated in its curiosity. She…. really looked like she had no idea what he was talking about. How was that even possible?? 

    “Y’know, tag!” He tried again, a little louder this time, as though he thought perhaps that her hearing were the issue here, and not her imprisonment by a group of very bad men who had tortured her for their own selfish gains. “I tag you, and then I run, and then you chase me! Haven’t you ever played tag before or somethin’??” 

--- Repeating what he had told her did not clarify it for her, and big, almost watery eyes stared at him in confusion. She felt on the verge of crying, feeling judged and inadequate in the face of another child who obviously knew what he was talking about and made it obvious that she should know too.

    ‘Y’know, tag!’ She shook her head. She did not know. And she felt horrible about it. She drew her hands to her chest, feeling that is was hollow and painful. It was obvious she was getting increasingly upset. Almost panicking about her inability to be a child. 

    His eventual explanation drew her out of her frustration and into disbelief instead. “Really..?” She asked in a small voice. “That’s it?” That seemed... Useless. In the base they had never liked useless things, no wonder she had never played this game. “Seems... Monotonous.” She told the boy. “Aren’t games supposed to be fun? What’s fun about chasing someone and then getting chased?” That was just terrifying, that feeling of possibly getting caught..

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--- She assumes she’s safe from all the bloodsuckers because well.. They all know what her blood can do right?

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     The tile radiated cold towards him as he crouched down, leveling his gaze with the girl’s. Reaching out he traced the side of the thumb over the smudge that smattered her cheek, smearing through it like stubborn oil. A small wretch turning his stomach only to fetter away into the charade of guardian “Do you see–” he started now, head tilting to better ensure her eyes stayed locked with his. “–how much easier it is this way?” he purred out, his tone buffed out around the edges to play on a melody of praise.

“We’re about as far as we’re going to get with symptomatic analsysis today–No anemia. Good news for BOTH of us. Finally ah?” Standing back to crane at his normal stature his vinyl digits caught her wrist commandingly with a light tug. “Come now. We’ll get you fed. I’ll even sit at the table with you for cooperating so calmly this round.”

--- “Nn--” She wants to protest, but she knows the consequences of such. Sometimes she wonders if she is considered weak for even playing along for one day. Heroes fight always, right? But then, she is far from a hero. In fact, with whom she associates with in mind, although perhaps involuntarily, one might say she is closer to a villain. The Yakuza is all the family she has.. There must be some resemblance... Sometimes she wonders...

    He tugs her to her feet and though her arms ache, and her knees as well, she nods and obeys. Her stomach growls and she cannot do much else but survive another day. Perhaps if she ate she wouldn’t feel so weak. 

    No matter how often they do this, Chisaki only really deigns to communicate with her a handful of times. She almost finds herself craving his attention sometimes, no matter how much she hates it. If she is no longer important to him, who knows what might happen to her? For him to validate her existence is for her to live another day, isn’t it? She is always scared though, when he sits with her. A wrong word can have devastating results...

    She swallowed thickly and gathered her courage. “Can I-- Can we go outside today..?”

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      He narrowed his eyes, watching the girl from afar as his signature scowl twisted at his childish features for absolutely no reason other than the fact that it had somewhere, along the lines, become his default expression. That was her, huh. Mandalay had told him about her; told him that the girl had recently gone through some very traumatic events and that he, as both a child her age and someone who could relate, should show her kindness, but he wasn’t entirely sure what that entailed. He wasn’t a particularly kind person ( he knew himself enough to admit that outright ) and the girl looked so….. well…..scared. How did he know he wasn’t just going to make this worse?? 

     But no- he had to at least try. He’d been given a mission, and he wasn’t about to fail at it just because he didn’t know what he was doing! 

     ( besides, Izuku hadn’t known what he was doing when he was being heroic, and if Izuku could be like that and still rescue people then so could he ) 

      And so, with that thought spurring him on better than any form of bribery ever could, Kouta stomped forwards, coming to a harsh stop before the girl, and reached out to tap his hand against the top of her head. 

     “Tag, you’re it!” 

--- She sat on the porch, hugging herself. Scared of everything that was unfamiliar to her. She knew, rationally, that she was safe here. That now that she had her freedom she should enjoy it. But there was this looming thought that perhaps this was all just a dream. Something temporary that could be snatched away. Besides, what to do with all this freedom? There was too much space. It was overwhelming to not know the rules of the world you moved in. She’s been kindly taken in by some hero she did not know. She had wanted to stay with Mirio or Izuku, but they, of course, were children themselves and had their own problems, not to mention they had some time to spend in the hospital too. 

    Other than her weakness from lack of sunlight and constant draining of blood, she was declared healthy and hadn’t needed too long a stay at the hospital. So here she was... There was another child here. A boy. And she’d never even met anyone her age. She was too shy to actually speak to him though, and he didn’t seem very interested in her either. Up until now...

    “W-wah! No!” She’s vocalised her fear before even realising what exactly it was that he was planning to do to her. The light pat is nothing compared to what she’d expected, and as she finds herself staring at him with big eyes she starts to wonder what he’d mean’t when he said ‘you’re it’. 

    “I’m what?” She asks tentatively, rubbing her head a bit, though it hadn’t truly hurt. She’s never been submitted to the subject of ‘play’, and she has no idea what ‘tag’ is. All she knows are the toys she’s been given as some sort of bribe for good behaviour, and even her fancy, talking dolls could not engage with her the way real life children like Kouta could.

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His attire for once was actually suitable for the waterlogged conditions of the lower regions of the base. Taking a few careful trudges across the flooded floor, Chrono reached his hands out far enough to lift her off the counter and into the cradle of his arms. 

“We’ll take you upstairs and give you a proper shower and get you dry again. This water is filthy and we don’t want you getting sick.” 

--- What Chrono means is that Overhaul doesn’t want her to become sick. He would not dare lay a hand on her if she was. Suddenly, she wouldn’t mind if she got all snotty and gross. “The showers work?” She asks in a small voice. Which pipes broke? They were close to her, in any case... Water flooded into her room at alarming rates. “Will I get a different room?” Maybe somewhere closer to the surface?

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“We should probably relocate you until this mess is cleaned up.”

--- She nods, though she does not move. The bottom of her dress is soaked and she’s shivering. She does not want to jump off the cupboard into the water. 

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*a pipe burst though the ground at headquarters, water is going everywhere*

--- “H-help!” She is locked in her room. She will drown for sure if this water keeps rising. Already it would come up to her stomach if she had not climbed atop one of her cupboards. “Overhaul-- Chrono? Someone?!” In the face of death by drowning she’d even ask them for help.

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"Ah, Eri! Just the gal I was looking for! Anons gave me a bunch o' candy but I don't think I can eat 'em all. Here. Don't tell anyone though, or I'll have to steal 'em back." Setsuno placed a handful of candy into Eri's hands before walking off to return to his future without saying another word.

--- That was... A kindness. She tended to be fussy with eating, but she’d learned very quickly that starving herself was not an option, as Overhaul would simply force her to eat. That said, it was not as though she often got any treats around here. Sugary things and chocolate were a rarity that almost seemed like a feast whenever she was granted them, and this time there was so much of it! She’d have to hide it in different places all over her room. Maybe it would cheer her up on dark days.

     “Uhm.. Thank you..” She mumbled, her demeanour ever subservient, and unsure whether the other could even hear her. Kindness was something she was so unused to, but she’d been taught to appreciate every little thing, and to be polite, even to her abusers, perhaps then they’d be kind to her more often...

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*boops and runs*

--- “N-no! ---oh..” That was actually kind of nice. It didn’t hurt like she’d expected it to. But the person has already vanished, so she cannot correct her initial reaction.

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She was Chisaki’s shadow, after all…it made sense that few saw her. ’ Here… ’ she muttered, throwing her own over the younger…Overhaul would be upset if something happened to Eri. ’ Let’s return. ‘

--- She drowned in it... The coat of the tall woman. She’s never even seen a woman around, aside from afar, maybe. It is hard to remember sometimes. “Return..?” She asked quietly, tentatively. Did that mean she would be locked away again, or was this woman about to escort her back to the dreaded white room? 

     She pulled the coat around her shoulders, but still it almost dragged across the floor. “Can we... Go outside...?” It was worth a try. Maybe she was new.

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' It's too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on! '

— She’s never seen her before. Either she is new, or she has been transferred here recently. Or she is just good at hiding. In that case, Eri would like to be taught that skill. Never to be seen unless you want to be seen… She isn’t so stupid as to expect her to be anything less than another one of Chisaki’s lackeys though. He has many.

     “Uhm.. I don’t have one…” She mumbles towards the toes of her bare feet. She is also not supposed to be here. But the big door is closed, so there is nowhere to go. She’s already tried it.

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“I don’t know /what/ I would do if something happened to you.”

— She whimpers softly. Experience is a harsh mistress. She’s learned not to take his words so literal. She isn’t very good at reading between the lines, but being around insincere people twenty four hours a day, granted she is not locked up in her room by herself, has taught her to be wary of mere talk at the very least. No one has ever been kind to her, besides trying to buy her affection, or rather her cooperation, with all kinds of paraphernalia. 

     ‘He doesn’t mean that–’ she reminds herself. Because what he really means is ‘you are expendable, just like everyone else’. Even with her quirk he’s had no trouble destroying her on a whim, with barely a care. How could he do that if he cared that she might not be put back together again?

     She shuffles to the edge of the bed and hugs the pillow to her chest, burying her face. She refuses to take to any of the stuffed animals she’s been bought. At least the room is dark, easier to hide away…

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Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

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Ooc ;; obviously there is the canon verse, but I’m going to have a ‘saved Eri’ verse in which she goes to UA (general education most likely) and a Yakuza!Eri verse where all the abuse wore her down and she joined the Yakuza. In both these verses she’ll be older. More towards midoriya and the gang’s age since she’ll be going to school in one and acting as a working member of the Yakuza in the other.