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Event #003, Part I: The Symphony of Disruption
🌠The Symphony of Disruption đźŚ
Part I: The Darkness
OOC Notes: Here it is! The game's first "Intense Event"! Some special notes for this event --
* Death is possible, and PCs can also kill citizens or creatures in the distrct. This event will have special revive mechanics which will be explained later, and PCs will not have to go through the usual revival process for an in-game death. "Light Sentinels" can even kill fellow PCs as a means of saving them, and this will be briefly explained to them, though the means of revival and specifics around this won't be revealed until the event's second half.
* For the corruption element: your character does not necessarily have to be corrupted. If and how they are is up to player discretion, as is the extent and manifestation of the corruption. They can just get lucky or manage to resist through will power, however you want it. Characters can be brought back to themselves by the power of Light Sentinel allies, or by the alignment switch Blessing from the game's third TDM. If you wish to engage with the event both corrupted and un-corrupted via separate prompts/TLs, that is Fine.
Dark City
Locals familiar with the Supernatural Undercity will tell the Otherworlders that, during the autumn and winter seasons, it’s not unheard of for Magisteria to feel different. The spookier residents have a way of making their presence more known, and those with spooky potential have a way of going… more feral. The succubi and the demon women of the Entertainment District are known to come with a lot more bite, and only the biggest of daredevils would be advised to purchase their services during the apex of the season.
It’s different from year to year, but these seasonal changes are always mitigated by the Authorities of each district and their powers. The spooky season in Magisteria becomes a respectful celebration of the diversity of the undead, demons, succubi, and other creatures, and both locals and Otherworlders are encouraged to cede respectful distance to those who may be experiencing enhanced primal urges during these months.
This year, something is different. One night, a darkness falls which overtakes the Bios in the Entertainment District and the bright corners of High Rise Village.
The darkness is as heavy as a tangible thing. At night, the stars and moon disappear. When day comes, the sky is grey as slate.
A Grey Day
When dawn arrives, those living in High Rise Village will begin to hear notes of music. Dissonant, eerie, chaotic: disruptive. A symphony composed of a cacophony of sounds. Moreover, different people may hear different tunes. The only commonality is the lack of rhyme or reason, the lack of cohesion.
The songs play and weave through invisible algorithms, beckoning to the district’s citizens to unleash their inner turmoil, and other sides of themselves.
Holograms appear informing residents to take shelter and advising of the safest locations within the district. For weeks, most of the people and creatures of High Rise Village have been migrating to Evergreen Terrace, entrusting their protection to Arwyn. The apartments are brimming, full, and busy. The streets, by contrast, are ghostly, empty, and disorganized.
But not everyone can simply wait in the apartments and ride out the storm. After all, if this is an attack, someone(s) has to form a counter-strike. So Enforcers and other members of Magisteria’s various law enforcement agencies and vigilante groups are out and about, along with others who are not afraid of a conflict and who have sufficient training for battle.
No one demands that Otherworlders leave the safety of the apartments unless they have specifically expressed a will to do battle or unless they have a specific role to play in stopping – or ending – what’s coming, but should they enter High Rise Village, they will encounter the Chaos.
Chaos Comes to High Rise Village
Everything has the potential to become or manifest a twisted version of itself. The people, the animals, the buildings – even those in opposition, such as the fighters and those aligned with law enforcement. Even they can be Changed and altered by the chaos in the district.
Of course, those with powers are using them to resist in various ways, relying on their forces of will, but it’s like the whole district is in a trance, a hallucination, or perhaps a simulation.
But if that’s what this is, it feels all too real.
Throughout the district, spider-shaped lepidoperatives on thin, silver webs jump and move about. They’re fast and small and difficult to spot. Connected to the invisible mechanisms of Phantom Cipher’s Manifestation, these metallic insects can affect everything they touch by planting tokens on them: known as void imprints, wraith marks, and eclipse sigils, these tokens can induce a being to manifest or become a phantom version of themselves.
I. Alignment Shift(ed)
Otherworlders, natives, and creatures may become, or manifest (or both) different versions of themselves. In keeping with the spookier time of year, this other version could be a werewolf, a vampire, a ghostly manifestation, or a cryptid, or it could be One’s Self, Inversed: there is no apparent rhyme or reason to what you may become or what you may apparate. There may even be more than one “you” at a given time, depending on how far the effects of the corruption tokens reach.
Affected Otherworlders may find themselves attached to the silver webs, becoming like puppets. You may find that allies are now enemies, or enemies are allies. Nothing is as before, and everything is thrown into Chaos. Your actions may no longer be your own, and what you do or whom you fight may no longer be your choice.
II. Mecha Monstrosities
The district pulses with cyborgs and phantom creatures, and those who, like Phantom Cipher himself, seem to be a mixture of both. The Fractured have returned. Only now, they are walking about in the daylight, or what passes for daylight in the corrupted district.
Androids with barbs and spikes patrol the district, and many are not shy for conflict. Like Lysa’s “pet,” Grimm, these androids are powerful and can regenerate a certain number of times when attacked. Some will attack on sight, and others may try to “play” with the Otherworlders, or with citizens or creatures in the district, whether the latter are corrupted or not.
Of course, alignment-shifted PCs may also be able to ally destructively with such entities. Those on the path of destruction may find common ground in trying to take down the infrastructure of the district.
III. The Party of the Damned
All around, people, organic and inorganic, appear with skull-like features. There may even be faces you recognize, from work, from the clubs, from elsewhere in the district. But now, their features have changed.
These skull-faced citizens of Magisteria insist upon partying just as they do within the clubs in the evening. They dance and sing along with the music, encouraging Otherworlders to join them.
If anyone speaks to them or asks what is going on, the answer is the same:
Nothing. Nothing at all. This is who we are, who we’ve always been. Why do you look so strange, Otherworlders?
This is the paradise city… the city of all our dreams. Magisteria. Light and Darkness.
Bios and Umbra. This is what’s always been inside all of us, all along. Inside of you all... inside of Everyone...
Are you only just now seeing it? But this is what we’ve always been. The skin hangs over the bones, but the bones are inside, underneath…
They move and move, like puppets, but with a strange sense of freedom nonetheless. Beckoning. Whispering. Just let it out. Let out what has been inside of you, all along. It's inside of us all. The darkness that walks with the light. Bios and Umbra. Look at what we can become when not forced towards "Perfection." Inside of Magisteria, all along. And these party-goers do not slow or tire. Though their movements are haphazard, like zombies from films, still they keep moving, keep going, never growing exhausting, never ceasing...
IV. Elemental Nightmares
News comes that the source of the “hack” is Magisteria’s Elemental Control Center. This central zone is a bit like a giant brain that regulates elemental magic within the district. Now, the magic becomes chaotic. Giant tornadoes of raw elemental power sweep through the district. Alleys and buildings explode into gust-fed fires, and tides of water burst forth over the district. The ground trembles and all of the elements are out of control.
Those with magical powers are (if still in control of themselves) encouraged to work to stem these tides, to ebb the flow of the elemental disasters which are occurring throughout High Rise Village.
Bakugou Katsuki | My Hero Academia
đź’Ł ii. Mecha Monsters đź’Ł
mecha monsters (cw: spider imagery)
Lucy has slowly been growing her influence ever since becoming corrupted, working from the heart of the Entertainment District outward. A solid few blocks in the center are wrapped in techno-web, fine material that glitches where it meets itself in its pattern, webbed bundles of Fractured and citizens alike, struggling, vocalizing. None of them dead yet; Lucy hasn't been hungry yet.
After the Matriarch has a go at Katsuki, all seems silent for a moment. And then a new wave of Fractured stumble out of the nearest street. Their eyes, glowing a white-purple, the same color Bios infused in the cracks of their armor and the edges of their weapons. One, a stretched tin soldier, opens it mouth in an awful gape, its glowing throat pulsating as its voice creaks: ]
You will be controlled.
[ With that, they rush forward. And in the very distance, a massive silhouette of a chrome spider rubs her forelegs together, watching. ]
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Rolling his eyes, and cracking his knuckles, as this new enemy rushes him, he rears back one of his arms - the good one - and pushes his palm right into the face of the Fractured. There's barely a second before his gloves make contact before--
BOOM!
It might not kill outright, depending on how sturdy this thing's armor is, but the shockwave of a point-blank blast like that is definitely going to scramble, or even overload its circuitry something fierce, and Katsuki will take that opportunity to grab the thing by one of its arms - using his off hand - and begin to swing it around as he pivots on his heel.]
X-Catapult! [Basically...YEET!] Tch...keep your mouth shut next time, dickwipe, you sound like a can opener.
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Another one, crawling its way from a nearby alley, creaks: ]
There will be peace.
[ Another skitters down the face of a building, crab-like. ]
We will ensure it.
[ And four more step out of another street, hollow white-purple eyes fixed on the hero. There's more where that came from, but for now, a distant spider-shape watches. ]
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He can feel eyes on him, not just the ones he can see, but elsewhere, and half wonders if there's someone farther off pulling the strings. Doubtful that it'd be that Phantom Cipher asshole - most big Villains don't do their own dirty work, and especially not a Hacker. They work from the shadows, tucked away nicely in their work spaces and attack cybernetically. No, whoever's got eyes on him right now is another pawn.]
Tch...noisy.
[He says, barely looking behind him as he fires a swift shot from his palm at one of the lower level Fractured, his eyes scanning around up high, trying to follow the "threads". There has to be something that made them, right? Where are you...]
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Eventually, Lucy makes an appearance. Clinging to the side of a high-rise building, she appears from the fog of web and smoke, eight eyes shining purple-white over her cheeks and forehead.
Congratulations, Katsuki, you've only met her once, and this is one hell of a second meeting! ]
Just stay down. Stay away.
[ The hiss comes with only a momentary pause, and then her eyes flare. The mental and digital weight she starts bearing down on Katsuki will feel like having a house on top of him, like a yearning to let himself be wrapped tight and protected, like a battering ram pushing all of his thoughts right out of his head. And all the while, Lucy will keep creeping closer. ]
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Damn, he actually remembers her. No idea if he ever got a name, and if he did he forgot it, but she was pretty rad. Put up a hell of a fight during that race, and pulled off some rad as hell moves, too. It's a pity he has to fight her, but that's just how this shit goes, isn't it? He's never had many qualms about fighting, even his friends. It sucks, and he has to be...very careful to not hurt them, but this girl? She ain't his friend, barely even an acquaintance, either. He won't do more damage than necessary, but whatever she's got going on with that spider shit?? He's going to have to crank the dial up if he wants to beat her.]
Kiss my a--AAAGH?!
[Jesus fuck, that hurts!! What the hell is even happening?! He stumbles, doubled over, but refuses to take a knee as he snarls and glowers up through his spiky bangs. His fingers curl, like claws, and he grits his teeth. Oh, you damn bitch...come a little closer and he'll make you regret that tenfold.]
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[ Lucy takes a step closer, one hand outstretched like she's controlling the invisible strings of her pressure.
She increases that pressure. Static roaring in the ears. An impossible weight on the chest, exhaustion dragging at the eyelids. A bull in a china shop, smashing through every one of his thoughts and dragging them away before he can even begin to snatch at them.
Lucy knows this one must be subdued before she wraps him up. She's never seen him in combat, but she knows he must be skilled -- that had been clear enough during the race. His evasive maneuvers, his speed, the way he can produce explosions with nothing but his bare hands, he would be a formidable opponent. And Lucy can't go toe to toe with opponents like that. What she can do debuff the shit out of them until they simply have no capacity to fight anymore. ]
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And unlucky for Lucy that he tends to swing a lot.]
I'll decide that...for myself!
[With all his willpower struggling, the young Hero manages to twist his wrists just enough and aim a blast at one of Lucy's many legs. It's not incredibly powerful, but it's just enough to hopefully startle and trip her up enough to break her concentration on pinning him down with her mind. He only needs a second or two to get back on an even playing field.]
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The blast hits her square in a foreleg, and with a gasp, she tumbles forward, catching herself on her arms and other forelegs, but it neatly diverts her attention from her attack. Worse, keeping up a torrent of pressure like that had been tiring, and Lucy's not sure she can engage it again so soon.
Fuck.
But she's not out of options. ]
Fighting to be able to run headlong into your own destruction. Impossible.
[ She rights herself, hair hanging in her eyes, ragged, hands held forward. It only takes a moment to shoot out a bundle of techno-web, and all she can do is hope she's faster than he is. ]
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Instead of stopping for a much needed break, or even a breath, he uses the excess sweat to his advantage instead. He can feel every vein in his body screaming as his heart pumps blood through his system, the adrenaline numbing it only just - enough for him not to lose his perception, or for his ears to start ringing and drown out sound. Katsuki needs everything right now, because that assault earlier put him on a timer, and her can't afford even a second. He can't stop, he had to take her down within that time limit or face another attack like that again...and that will be it. That will be the end.
So he surges forward like a missile, even as she's speaking, an ironic twist of her words, and counters her webs with an explosion from one palm, hopefully burning it to scattering embers, and goes for another blast to her chest with his spare arm.]
If my life ain't worth fighting for...then that's not a life I want to live, bug.
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Still, it does a hell of a lot of damage.
It hits largely where metal connects Lucy's torso to the spider body, blasting a hole into the titanium and exposing sparking wires. The legs on her left side spasm and go limp, and only recover marginally, leaving her clinging to the side of the building with just one side and her hands dug into a windowframe. One more good blast, and she's done for. She won't be able to protect anybody. She won't be able to stop people from seeking out Smasher.
Lucy jumps, and hauls herself bodily up the building, one leg over another. Retreating. Her final entreaty comes as a hiss, a whisper in the fog: ]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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KATSUKI WINS]wrapped! ♥
Cursing, and spitting out a small bit of blood with a light cough, Katsuki watches the spindly spider girl scurry away, grinding his teeth angrily that his shitty injuries limit him so much. Whatever...she'll have to lick her wounds just the same, and any number of people who are like him - heroic in nature - will just as easily pick her off. ...He just hopes it won't be someone with a pension for "shoot first, ask later". Katsuki may be violent and aggressive, but he's no killer.]
Tch...pain in my goddamn ass. [And arm. And chest. Ugh...better get checked up before he goes home.]
chaos in the high rise city
She ignored the worried calls of those urging her to rest. The eerie music struck her as soon as she stepped outside, freezing her in place. It was just enough time for the spiders to attack. Silver webs shot out, binding her wrists and legs. She fought back, but it wasn't enough to stop them. Void-like imprints burned into her skin, and from the shimmering webs emerged clones of herself, their hero suits reversed in color, their eyes blank and cold.
The clones moved with relentless intent, attacking anyone who crossed their path. Especially their original. Ochako struggled against the influence as the webs pulsed with energy. Her heart raced, but she refused to give in. Each clone she was able to strike down with her martial arts only deepened her determination. These shadows of herself weren’t real—they couldn’t be.
With every ounce of willpower, Ochako clenched her fists and fought back. She wouldn’t let herself fall. She would fight—for herself, for the people depending on her, but there was too many of herself and the spiders; it was beginning to tire her out especially when they kept returning. It was a matter of time until the clones were able to turn the tables by flipping her over to the ground and pinning her to the ground hoping to help the spiders finish what they started. It was enough for the real Ochako to struggle some more while trying to groan out in frustration.]
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He's patrolling, hoping to destroy as many of those spiders and their webs as he can, as well as free people from cocoons and just knock the sense back into them, too. L-Literally, in most cases...ahem! But, as he zooms around through the air, weaving through those silvery threads like an acrobat of the skies, Katsuki nearly crashes into the side of a building as he spots something--no, someone way too familiar. He nearly passes her by, thinking it a trick to lure him in, but the scene is a little too on the nose...and the inverted colors of that all-too-nostalgic costume...how desperately she's fighting back...and the sinking feeling in his gut. It's her, the real her. Uraraka showed up, and she's being besieged by those fucking metallic insects and her own inner demons, too.
In any other situation, Katsuki wouldn't rush to her aid as swiftly as he does, and with such panic - she's a strong Hero who can take on opponents much bigger than herself, and win - but it's clear the tides are not favoring her this time around. An explosion rockets him forward, closer to the ground, and he grits his teeth before calling out. Even if she can hear his voice...know she's got some support incoming...that she's not alone--]
URARAKA!! I'M HERE!!
[Is it cheesy? Oh, abso-fucking-lutely. Katsuki knows, but doesn't care. He is here, and he's going to get her out of this. That's what Class 1-A does for each other.]
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Through the cacophony of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears and the menacing clicks of the spiders, a voice tore through the fog of despair.
"URARAKA!! I'M HERE!!"
The voice was unmistakable—raw, familiar, and full of urgency. Katsuki Bakugo.
Her breath caught, and for a fleeting second, the haze of hopelessness cleared. His words weren’t profound, but they were real. They were him. His shout cut through the grip of fear and doubt, grounding her back into herself. He was here, not as some hollow version of her mind’s torment, but as her classmate—her friend. The sheer force of his presence sent a spark through her, reigniting the fire in her chest.
I'm not alone.
With renewed resolve, Ochako gritted her teeth, her arms trembling as she clawed against the webs. The clones pressed harder, their blank expressions tilting in mockery of her struggle. Her heart pounded with defiance. She wouldn’t lose—not to these things. Not while someone believed in her. Drawing on every ounce of strength she had left, she roared and released a surge of her Zero Gravity. The energy burst outward, a shimmering wave that repelled the spiders and clones for a moment, creating a pocket of space around her. The webs snapped, but not completely—they clung to her arms and legs. keeping her tethered.
Sweat dripped down her face as she forced herself upright, her breaths labored but steady. Her limbs ached as though weighed down by invisible chains, but she refused to fall. Bakugo’s voice still echoed in her mind, and she focused on it like a lifeline.]
..I won’t let this beat me...
[She muttered, her voice hoarse but fierce. The clones started to reform, their hollow eyes zeroing in on her again, but she stood firm, her fists tightening. Her fight wasn’t over—not yet. And now, she wasn’t fighting alone.]
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He looks back and the fury turns to pride as he sees Uraraka free herself - defiant and strong, just like always. The look of determination and ferocity in those usually warm, bright, brown eyes is amazing, and he feels that stupid little flutter in the pit of his stomach. Damn...what an absolute honor to see that look on her face again. It's amazing, and if he could take a snapshot with his fucking mind, he would, gladly and instantly. That indomitable will is what makes Uraraka truly shine. Katsuki's teeth are still bared, and he's wise to not enter the gravity well she created, but he's grinning now - wild and manic and so, so happy. Happy to see her, happy to know she's safe, and happy to fight alongside her.
He's going to enjoy this so, so much.]
Aa!! As if anything could knock you down! [The giddy little cackle he utters is directed back on the enemies - hollow fakes that he'll enjoy taking out, and mechanical spiders that he has yet to squash.] Let's go, Uravity!!
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She charged forward; fists clenched. The first clone lunged at her, but Ochako ducked low, sweeping her leg beneath it and knocking it off balance. As it stumbled, she pressed her hand to its chest and sent it floating upward.
Two more clones rushed her from either side. She twisted away from one’s strike, her movement fluid as water, and planted a hard kick into the other’s torso. Her foot connected with satisfying force, sending it sprawling to the ground. Without missing a beat, she grabbed a chunk of debris with her Zero Gravity and hurled it toward the clone struggling to rise. The impact sent it shattering into nothingness.
Sweat dripped down her brow, but her focus was razor-sharp. She sidestepped another attack, her fist colliding with the clone’s jaw in a precise, practiced strike. Each blow carried her defiance, her determination to prove she was stronger than them -- her fears.
It felt therapeutic, even.
She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, the battlefield eerily quiet around her now.]
One fight down...
[She turned toward the remaining chaos, her brown eyes blazing with determination. Together, they would finish this.]
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As Katsuki lets Uraraka do what she needs to do, he at least picks off the ones she floats. He does feel a moment of awkward sickness as he fires and AP Shot at one of the clones and it almost seems to shatter, like crystal. It's not enough to stop the young blond, but it does bring back some VERY bad memories, and he tastes bile on his tongue before forcing it back down and shaking his head. No...not now. None of that shit, it's still a fake. The real one is right here and she's fine. He's only attacking fakes... Not her. Not the real one.]
Mm, but this isn't over yet. Ready for round two?
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Ochako felt her lips twitch into a small smile, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.]
Always.
[Rolling her shoulders in preparation, she didn’t know what the next wave would bring, but she wasn’t backing down. Not now, not ever.
But before she could act, the battlefield shifted. The skittering sound of spider legs grew louder, more frantic, and her stomach dropped as she realized their attention had turned. Her clones might have been defeated, but the spiders weren’t done.
The spiders moved in a synchronized surge, their mechanical legs glinting as they converged on Bakugo’s position. Ochako’s heart lurched in her chest. He wasn’t just standing still, but even he couldn’t fend off so many at once without help.
Her muscles tensed, instinct screaming at her to act. She sprinted forward, Zero Gravity at the ready, eyes darting for anything she could use to create an opening. A chunk of broken concrete nearby caught her attention, and she lunged toward it. Her fingers barely grazed the surface before it floated into the air.
She flung the debris with as much force as she could muster, aiming for the cluster of spiders closest to him. The impact sent them scattering, giving her just enough time to close the gap. Her heart hammered in her chest as she pressed her back against his, their movements syncing without a word.]
I’ll cover you!
[Her voice was steady despite the panic clawing at her. She didn’t wait for his reply; she didn't need to. He was strong, but she wasn’t about to let him face this alone. Not when she could fight by his side.]
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The swarm moves on him, and he's more than ready to take it all on, he probably could decimate at least half, maybe even three quarters if he really went Plus Ultra, but they've to work together. They're stronger when they pool their skills, their smarts, their strengths, and their two quirks are about as compatible as it gets. In fact, the second Uraraka slams down that massive bit of debris and takes out a big chunk of the mech spiders, he gets an idea, firing off shots from his palms like a gatling gun while she presses her back to his.]
Good! Cuz I'm going to cause a dust storm to blind 'em!! Get moving, and touch everything you fucking see on the way out...then get as high as you can go! I want you to make it fucking rain on my mark, Uraraka, you got that?!
[That meteor storm of her is her best move, and if all those insects converge on him, gather in one nice little group...he can rocket out of there with his quick, use cluster, and then blow down her attack with even more speed and velocity down on those damn bugs. It'd be the perfect combo move!]
Wildcard - Boss Battle time.
As he lies in wait in the middle of his cocoon, almost unaware of where he is or what he's doing, Sunny is no longer himself. He's a monochromatic version of the fragile kid, with red eyes and hands. And he's with his friends, having a picnic and having fun. Or, well, they were all having fun and being loud, he was merely there, trying to hold back a certain kid with a basketball from play-fighting with the only young girl of the group. They kept toasting each other, heh.
It felt... nice.
He wanted to stay with them forever. Part of him whispered 'especially with one of them', but he didn't care enough to listen to it. No, he ws content as long as he wasn't alone.
For anyone coming from the outside, tough? The world would warp once entered 'Omori's field of influence. Colors would drain until the world was merely black with red lights barely making the place visible. Buildings were distorted, bending on each other like hey were tubes spinning around unaffected by gravity. The floor itself would feel weird and unpleasant to walk on, cracking and moving like it was made with countless paper pieces folded on each other but without real structure.
The closer they got to Omori's spot, the louder a weird background music would grow, like it was some kind of videogame. Bunnies would bounce around, creatures of weird shapes would dance around and the paper at anyone's feet would change, slowly turning into elaborate origami recreating grass. In the middle of all that? Illuminated by lampposts placed in circle and blessed with pale flickering lights?
A picnic blanket and the kid. In the company of five plushies. One, with teal hair, laid stabbed countless times on the ground, melon bits and cotton all around it. The others? Purple, familiar? All five of them were sitting around the twelve years old. He seemed busy spreading jam on the face of the peluche with the checkered shirt, but as soon as he spotted someone else? He got up, still holding the stuffed 'friend' and turning around the invasor. One of the many monsters he fought in headspace, no doubts. Even if his party required rest, he was never going to let anyone touch his gang.]
. . .
[Not a word was spoken as the knife was raised in Bakugou's direction. If the strange furry creature he was currently seeing wanted a fight... Omori was going to deliver.]
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But that doesn't mean that he disregards life. Katsuki is a Hero, and Heroes win and save, regardless of who it may be that needs them to do so. He barely takes a step forward on his patrol, looking for people to help, enemies to defeat, and instantly his perspective and world seems to shift. It's disorienting, how the ground feels like it arcs up to meet him, how the color melts away to only leave the black, grey, and white, how sound seems to slow down until it feels like scraping, droning howls. He's not meant to be here. Whatever made this does not want him here, and it's trying to remove him - the unwanted piece, the intruder, the stranger.
For a moment, seeing a kid on a picnic table was a little jarring, but his instincts tell Katsuki that that's no kid - that's still an enemy, and he has to be careful. His fingers flex, curling and uncurling as his palms start to glow, small wisps of smoke drifting between his fingers.]
Tch...if that's all you've got, I'm going to have a hell of a time shoving that up your ass. Been meaning to punch someone who uses one of those's teeth out the back of her skull, but never got the chance... Won't be the same, but maybe it'll make me feel better if I do it to you, aa?