#scenarios.

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How'd the ROs react to MC proclaiming themselves the epitome of poise and grace, only to trip over their own feet after the declaration?

ooooo, sounds a lot like something i would do haha

vargi would just watch you fall. not even move a muscle, but raise a brow when you collect yourself. you could tell him to shut up because the face he makes just yells "what are you, a newborn calf?" and the roll of his eyes is a given. if you manage a semi-friendly relationship however, the shadows would betray a miniscule quirk of his lips before it disappeared again.

broki would laugh. a full-on, hearthy laugh while your face is caked in mud. you could glare at him, but he'd only stifle himself a bit before helping you up and smearing the mud even more across your face. "like a fledgling bird, your grace knows no bounds", he'd chuckle and give a exaggerated bow. you might just hear a song about your mishap during the next feast.

svala would try to catch you and end up in a heap right beside you, her priestess garm clattering on contact. apologies abundant, she'd look over you and help you upright only to cover her mouth. the giggle cannot be contained however, and she plucks some stray twigs from your hair, ignoring her ruined clothes altogether. "oh how the mighty fall to one accursed step" she'd try to reassure, words colored by laughter still.

randveig would only offer a snort, a smile barely visible on her scarred features. she'd suppress a snicker before yanking you back upright, setting you on your feet and dusting off your outfit, only to frown and pull her hands back and drawing her lips in a thin line. "the grace of a drunk after his final ale of the night, surely." she'd deadpan, and you can't tell if she's joking or not. your answer comes with another barely-there smile, and a shake of her head.

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|| EYES

Despite the cool temperatures in the dead of night, the clammy air still clung to the rotted woods and wilted leaves like a sickly smoke as it lingered among the rocky earth. The ocean winds howled in the distance as their waves crashed against the cliff sides pulled in by the full moon. The normally bright moonlight was obscured by the heavy mist, a veil to separate those less adept to the night as they traveled. Something made the hairs on their necks prickle. Intuition and paranoid mingled together among the small group as they glanced around in fear of what lay beyond their sight. The stories of missing travelers from this area was not lost on them as they huddled closer, shoulders bumping in the hopes that sticking together would save them.

Fear salted the air. Steps timed to the rustling of bare branches and overgrown weeds as shadows stalked in line to the crowd. It was suffocating how enclosed they felt, like something was coraling them like helpless sheep to a kill pen. One catches a short glimpse of reflection--E Y E S staring right through them from a distance much too close for comfort. They spook. Feet trampling over one another as they scramble to dart off ahead of the trail, but their reaction only feeds the excitement. Sharp nails dig into flesh, teeth sinking into the throat of the slowest as their life is quickly ripped away from them. The others don't look back. Their humanity quickly abandoned in an attempt to save themselves with no concern for their destination. One splits off into the woods, another leaps over the steep hill--their agonies are shouted out into the sky, their blood feeds the earth. In a matter of minutes the group is snuffed out and ripped apart until nothing is left of them.

When dawn breaks the thinning mist there is only scraps of cloth left behind on the roughed up earth. The search party is left to yesterday's memories, soon to be forgotten just like the rest that dare to brave this desolate island.

[aphantimes]

an amy and uhh. random creature. yehea

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|| FREEZE

She turns her face into the palm on her cheek and bites down into his flesh, but his skin does not break underneath her pointed teeth. A short sigh releases through his nose as he gazes down at her forlorn eyes with a despondent expression. It was no use. No sense in trying to repair what had long been broken and dusted over. She would choke on it, lungs filling with blood and tears as she tried to keep herself together long enough to make sure his face was the last thing she ever saw.

The wound is deep. Blood bubbles and drips down to soak her clothes and stain her skin before collecting on the earth around their feet. The humid air clings to the smell of rich metal and he crinkles his nose in light disgust at something he should be use to by now--he never knew her blood would be different from the others. What was usually earthy and warm was now sickly sweet and cold. It made his stomach turn. The blade shifted slightly as his hand began to shake, but she made no sound or flinch even as the sharp steel made new, smaller cuts among her ribcage. Neither wanted to let go of the other, locked in some twisted game of F R E E Z E as memories of their time together replayed in their head. It just had to be this way. She posed too much of a threat, knew too much information to be trusted without watchful eyes. But he trusted her. At least, he wanted to. Orders were prioritized over feelings in the end.

Her teeth pierce into his hand as the blade is violently removed with a trailing flag of torn viscera, his eyes closed tightly to avoid watching the life leave her eyes that were so tightly glued to his face. He swears he feels her kiss the wound of his palm as her body begins to slump down towards the earth. She falls facing the sky as her muscles lose their function, an almost peaceful expression left behind as she relaxes amongst the tall grasses of her eternal bed. Her heart still struggles to beat as the missing pieces cling to her dress, letting her hear his fast pace shuffle fade into the background as he moves away from her to wretch out whatever contents he'd collected in his stomach.

He knew he was going to regret this forever.

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|| WRONG

The severity of the brewing storm kept increasing through the night, angering the waves as they raged deep below their surface and pushed themselves up over the cliffs to keep carving at the crumbling stones. The whistling winds wouldn't stop screaming, the deafening veil traveling through the land well into the night. No one could leave their houses in fear of being swept away. Sleep did not come easy.

Churning waves spit out the confused creature, tumbled over rocks and the flooded sands of the island shore reeking of fresh fear. They clawed their way towards the silhouette of the town, flickering lights drawing attention like disturbed atolla jellies. They knew nothing of this world, but it was impossible to return to their own while the storm raged on. It was have to do. As they pulled themselves along the wet sand, their fluke began to split and recede, scales melting and pulling into flesh as two appendages bent and flexed with each movement until finally gaining the strength to uphold the body above. With stumbling movements they began to move towards the village.

Electricity flickered wildly inside the still home as the wooden structure creaked and groaned from the wind's abuse until sudden it was extinguished with a loud pop. The noise startled the young boy awake, sat straight up in bed in rigid fear as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The howling winds covered the sound of broken glass, but the consistent sound of scratching and shuffling left a feeling of unease deep in his gut. Had the wind been that terrible as to destroy a window somewhere? Whatever the cause, it needed to be remedied soon. Bare feet carefully treaded over the cold floorboard in the dark, hands outstretched with caution as he moved as quiet as he could towards the source of the noise. There was a flashlight in the hallway drawer, right? Right. And it still worked well enough thankfully. With a source of light, the boy continued forward with a new confidence that quickly disappeared as he peeked around the opening of the living room to face the cause of sickly squelches and tearing.

The sea creature's eyes shined brightly as the flashlight focused aim, teeth tearing into the rotten flesh of some poor creature that had probably been mistakenly killed by the road before the storm came in. The presence of the boy did not deter its hunger, pointed fingers grasping the meal tighter in some possessive reaction as it stared down the human it had tried to instinctually mimic upon its beaching. The flashlight hit the floor with a loud thud and rolled away underneath a piece of furniture as the boy stared in horror, a scream stuck dry in his throat. Who of them was stronger? Who of them would fall?

The boy could only pray that his strength would save him, he knew if he could he would have fought it, but as the creature reacted from the sound towards his figure, he knew he was W R O N G.

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|| PLAGUE

The soles of boots barely touch the ground with the speed they travel at, minds focused on the single goal of reaching the room before it was too late. She was hoping there was still plenty of time to step in before things went to total shit, if it even could anymore than it was. When the heroes started flooding in their surprise attack, there was no doubt of who the rat was. Dabi shared the same knowing look Kasumi had when their eyes met in the hallway and off they went in search of the bastard.

Fear. It surged her adrenaline in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time. The familiarity of it sat heavy in her chest, flexing the muscles of her heart in a painful ache she tried hard to ignore. Dabi followed close behind her as she let her nose lead the way, following the direction of the scent she had learned to find comfort in the past year. Almost there. Almost safe.

"--All I want is to make sure the people I care for end up happy!"

"I'll be sure to tell them that--!"

Twice's voice rings clear in their ears, heels sliding against the concrete foundation as they halted their pace to stop at the entrance to the room. The sight of Hawks poised over their comrade, feathered blade in hand, pushed them into action as they responded without hesitation. Dabi's flames erupted into the room in an effort to separate the two, boot slamming onto the Pro Hero's cheek to pin him down while he was off guard.

"That won't be necessary. I heard him. You didn't notice us, did ya, Hawks? Guess you did get distracted." Dabi's grin is present in his voice as he mocks the man beneath his foot, smug in the fact he knew from the very beginning this guy was nothing but a rat. An insidious P L A G U E to their plans.

Kasumi is at Twice's side, hands shaking from the rushing build up of her quirk as she examines the state of him. He attempts to speak, wanting to apologize for getting them in such a mess. For letting them get hurt again. Dabi and Kasumi both brush off the doubt, speaking in unison that this wasn't his mistake. Blue flames erupt again as Dabi continues his assault on the hero, forcing Kasumi to pull Twice away from the fires to avoid the both of them receiving grievous injuries. She manages to get him up as Dabi encourages them to go help the others, a renewed vigor taking over Twice's body as the two men hi-five each other in passing. Kasumi follows without hesitation before her eyes widen in the direction of their escape, picking up the scorched smell of Hawks waiting for them. It surprises them all that he managed to escape Dabi's flames in order to cut them off given his current state, but Kasumi isn't letting him hinder their plans anymore.

"Get the hell outta our way!" The growl that is emitted from her lungs is inhuman, sharp teeth barred towards the hero as she surges forward with an outstretched hand. Just as Dabi realizes the situation and shifts his flames, Kasumi catches a hold of Hawks' wrist and yanks him back into the room with a force that creates the sound of shattered bones as his body tumbles against the hard floor. Her breathing is heavy, blood pumping furiously as she turns back to aid the man she came here to save. He's horribly wounded, grip struggling to stay strong against the metal railing as his body begins to slump. His will perseveres as he manages to make a clone to go help Mr. Compress and Toga below, but out of the corner of his eye he sees those little red feathers surrounding him again. He wonders if Kasumi sees them too, but he doesn't have to worry about it much longer as a new pain tears through his body.

He hears her screaming, voice becoming hoarse from the sheer force of it. They hadn't anticipated him pushing through the flames behind them, blade plunging down in a last ditch effort to neutralize the danger. Kasumi's arm had done very little to stop the razor edge from going through, sliced straight down between her knuckles to the middle of her forearm before the angle of her punch allows it to slip free before she could lose the rest of her appendage, the momentum piercing straight through her shoulder and into Twice in the end.

Everything seems too quiet then. Too cold despite the roaring flames just a few steps away. Her lungs struggle to regain a steady flow of air, the force of the attack pinning her to Twice's body as they fell. Her eyes followed the blurred shape of Hawks as he stumbles and collapses to the side from Dabi's flames, the blade ripped out from the two bodies and getting lost somewhere over the edge. Pale hands frantically feel around, head fearing to turn unto the sight beside her, but he's not moving anymore. He's not breathing. The stench of his blood overloads her senses, causing her to finally look down at the gruesome mess of the only man she cared about.

"No!" Her voice shrieks as she begins frantically moving over Jin's body, pathetically scooping up his overflowing blood back over the gaping wounds as if that would somehow resurrect him. Her tears obscure her vision as she moves to cradle his face all the while Dabi continues on against Hawks and now a student that's come to his rescue. The ringing is loud in her ears, but she can hear Dabi lament about Twice's death while mentioning the inevitable rampage she would go on. It felt like a ticking countdown, heart beating faster and faster before suddenly exploding.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

The student narrowly dodges the sudden launch of the woman while cradling his mentor, shocked to see that the spot they had just been at completely demolished. Kasumi stumbles for a second before surging forward again with the sole goal of ripping the hero apart. Dabi follows them to the next level down, preparing to fire off again until Geten's ice formation knocks him off course. But Kasumi remained. Her sharpened nails sink into the flesh and cartilage of Hawks' ankle, ripping him away from his student just as they were about to take off. It's a game of tug-o-war, Kasumi lifted in the air as the student attempts to take off while holding strong. The blood causes her grip to loosen, and one last chance to be free of the villain proves successful as falling debris knocks her loose and back onto the cold, crumbling building.

Her scream rings loud and clear in those in the vicinity, sending a horrifying chill through their bones as her pain rings out. It's the very last thing Twice hears.

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|| FINITE

   Lay here, with your head in her lap and eyes rolled back. The sickly warmth of blood sticks like strings as her fingers pull away to sift through strands of hair, nails scraping scalp as she lifts the heavy weight free from her legs to inspect it in a wonderous gaze. Lights slowly fading. The cold seeping in deep.

                                                              Unpunishable.

   Stories could never grasp the brutal reality of the truth, of the power. Such a sweet smile of false innocence--they never saw past painted lips to see the jagged edges underneath, and in the end they still clung to the hope of a broken canvas. Fixable and crooked, in need of a delicate hand to set it straight and smooth its edges. Their delusions were all the same and ended the same every time. Angels could not spill blood and yet they still sought out her disguise with twisted minds and weak hearts--they were mean, but she was meaner. Their visions of her was like a white light.

                                                                  Beautiful.

                                                                 F I N I T E.