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Post by Kato Hatsune on Nov 7, 2019 1:10:40 GMT -5
Kato was quiet in classes all day, they didn't yell, they didn't talk, they didn't say or do anything typical of the hulking student. They stayed quiet as they dreaded what they had to do today. Kato managed to trick their mother and the U.A. Staff to allow them to keep their cat in their dorms due to... recent events. Kato felt like they were going to puke at the thought of going out. But they had to, eventually. And right now was the time.
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Kato managed to convince Ali to walk home with them. Kato was legitimately terrified. They weren't even yelling at Ali to spar with them, or to spend time in their room together, instead, Kato was quiet and even reserved, they had nothing to say, they didn't want to say anything else today, everything has gone to shit due to their running mouth. They wished they learned how to stay quiet once in their goddamn life.
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Kato waited outside the gates of U.A. for Alistair, They are normally a lone wolf kinda person, but that's how one dies when a monstrous villain is coming for your skin, So Kato only wants to spend time with their cat and friend. So they have to do this. They have to. They have to. They have to. They have to. They have to. They have to. They have to.
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Kato was muttering to themselves aloud the words, "They have to, they have to, they have to..." Kato was muttering looking terrfied down to the ground, they were sweating, which was causing thier armor to form on their face and hands. They were terrfied and it was obvious from their face. They fucked up big time.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2019 2:16:41 GMT -5
Whistful sighs whisper against soft sheets. Tears flow down pale cheeks. The blood, still red, her father, still dead. But the black in her veins feels so good. Did she mean to? Did she want it? Of course she did, the axe? She bought it. But where did she find the strength?
Only Inky knows~
Oh-what stupendous fate! Another one here. Malleable this one, but her quirk is petty. But that's okay! Inky knows better than to put all its eggs in one bucket! Or was it basket? Or barrel? Barbeque? Mother said basket, so she must be right! Father said burgers though. Burgers were tasty once, it liked those very much. Now? All it needed was the sweet, sweet taste of a daughter hacking her father to pieces with a hatchet.
No, there were more. Plenty more. All it needed was two or three, it thought, but there was always room for aggressive expansion when it put it's mind to it! So now it had six quirk users, ten powerless, and with some effort maybe a few more. That should be enough. Never hurt to over prepare, that's what- oh! What is this? What fortune! Is that the face? No it couldn't be! It peered out the window from where it stood. Could it?
Inky reached into the pocket of it's coat and pulled the photograph out between two fingers. It looked down at the image with beady eyes even as the girl behind him lingered, blood dripping from her axe and black veins pulsing with malevolence. It's rather attractive face twisted into something out of one's nightmares. It's mouth spread all the way up to it's eyes, breaking its face in half. It's eyes sunk into dark holes with silver pinpricks of light and its teeth narrowed down to thin blades.
"Aaaaahhhh stupid boy~"
Its face returned to normal and it turned to its latest 'recruit'.
"Stand by for now dearie~ Inky will call you when it is time... be a good girl and clean up the mess for now," It said and stepped down the stairs. It's insubstantial body dissolved into nothing but a solid black mass of smoke and mist, swirling darkness coalescing back into a living form. It opened the door and took the long route toward the edge of the street. It snatched a camera from a freestanding kiosk and rolled it's shoulders.
Now, it was an actor! A thespian! A champion of the stage~ It had to suppress a smile, it's character was everything! Was the director watching? Did it wear the right makeup? Oh it hoped that it would get the part in the sequel! It broke off into a run down the street, eyes wide, holding the camera in front of it.
All Kato would see? A panicked woman running toward him. Pale, black haired. A classic japanese beauty in tight jeans and a t-shirt.
"H-help!" It cried out, waving to the young hero. "P-please! Help!"
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Post by Alistair Blaidddrwg on Nov 7, 2019 3:31:28 GMT -5
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This was…something, to say the least. Kato had just been a mess of anxiety since the incident in the chat room. It was to the point where Alistair had been losing what little sleep he normally got. Being an empath sucked sometimes, but right now it was a bittersweet ordeal. His friend was in a bad spot, and he could tell and be there for him because of that aspect of his quirk – but it also meant there was little else he could focus on.
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And then there was why Kato was so panicked and anxious. The…thing that went by Inky had called him out specifically in the chat. Made it clear he was a target. Alistair didn’t want to lose his friend to some monster. That alone had him anxious as well, even without Kato’s anxiety bleeding over.
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Trying to shove his worry aside for now so he could be the supportive friend Kato clearly needed. Supportive to the point he was currently headed to meet the taller boy at the school gates. Kato had asked him to walk home with him after the incident happened. Sure, he had been a bit of a shithead and made a comment about Kato not having even asked him before worrying about how he was going to get home by himself, but ‘no’ was never going to be an option. Even if he hadn’t asked, Alistair would have been right there with him.
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He still had a scarf wrapped firmly around his neck after their quality time the other night – mostly at Kato’s request since his mother didn’t want him having any kind of romance shenanigans until after graduation. Alistair was not silent about how stupid he thought that was. The gates came into view though, so he pushed the thought aside before it pissed him off. He could see Kato there, but before he could call out to him, the panicked voice of a woman crying for help rang through the air.
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Having an all-around uneasy feeling with the recent events, Alistair decided to run the rest of the way to the gates.
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Post by Kato Hatsune on Nov 7, 2019 4:06:35 GMT -5
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Kato's mind has been a mess that it took them a moment to realize somebody was calling out to them. No, not yelling out to them, screaming for help for them to save her from whatever was coming for her. Despite every negative emotion swirling around in their mind, Kato couldn't help but feel a strange warm feeling swelling up in their stomach that somebody was yelling out to them, for their help for them to rescue her. And despite everything Kato is going through, they cannot deny their duty to the masses. They have to protect others. No matter what.
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Kato without hesitation started walking over to the screaming with a raised clawed hand they were sweating more now most of their face was covered in their black armor now. Kato stared at the woman with a concern look and-no this a trick. They can't fall for this that easily. They won't be fooled that easily. No-no-no-no-no-no-no!!! They will tear it apart!
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Kato's clawed hands went from a reaching grasp to a slashing formation and Kato raised their arm high up in the air as the woman got closer, and brought it down on the woman's head ready to tear that monster apart, tear it apart, tear it apart, tear it apart, tear it apart, tear it apart, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, die, die, die, die, die, die. What is this pain in their chest? Why does it burn, why are they being driven mad by this monster, it will kill it, it will die by their hand.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2019 14:17:28 GMT -5
Fear kills the brain, a dead brain is ignorant, ingnorance breeds hate. One step after another, a succession, a crisis of the mind, a tumbling stone down the well into the blackness of madness. Fear. Fear was a weapon. It all started with fear.
And once you fear Inky... it's all over.
The woman's face that it took, the tears in its eyes, the cries, the pleas for help drew the attention of a few across the street. One or two of them may not exactly have red blood in their veins anymore, but that was beside the point! This was all a stage show! A performance! A delicious act to get the boy right where it wanted. The boy's agression on the chat had been the clue, a hint, he would panic, fear for his life, lash out! Pressure was his greatest trigger. Inky's black wretched pit of a heart swelled with joy and abandon.
It came to a stop in front of the boy-hero-in-training. The creature pleaded, "Please! A-are you from UA? T-there's a thing it-it tried to oh my god..." It babbled, the fear in its voice genuine, its eyes wide and broken with terror. It clutched at the camera in it's hands. "A-a-j-just a photographer w-what are y-" The woman it appeared as was cut off when the boy raised his hand, claws extended. Yes! YES! HIT ME! HIT ME HARD! Inky practically trembled with the excitement of the moment. There was no hesitation from the youth, he lashed out, a trained quirker against an unarmed civilian.
Inky let out a shriek of terror, the woman leaping away at the last second to avoid an obvious wound. She tumbled to the ground and covered her head, weeping and screaming. "No! Nooo! Please! Don't hurt me! Please! Help! He's attacking me!" Her trembling hand squeezed down hard on the camera, and out came the flash. A single flash was enough for at least one of his corrupted pets to step out onto the street toward the boy.
"Hey! You! What the hell are you doing?" One man shouted. Was he corrupt? Was he not? Inky wouldn't say, not even to himself. That was the fun~
Another pair of men walked over, one had grabbed a baseball bat. "Oi! Kid you sick in the head or somethin?"
"Oh my god he attacked her! Ma'am are you okay?" One girl shouted.
One of his corrupted pets cried out; "Look at his hands! He could have killed her!"
"Some hero! You proud of yourself kid?"
Inky continued to weep, scrambling backward while the people closed in on Kato.
"These so-called pro heroes are out of control!"
The creature hid a smile, covering it's face with its arms and hands and letting out another series of desperate sobs. The mix of civilians, quirk users, corrupted normals, and corrupted quirk users would hit a boiling point soon enough. Just a bit more. It sneered and rolled onto it's side, assuming the fetal position.
"She was asking for help! Animal!"
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Post by Alistair Blaidddrwg on Nov 7, 2019 14:34:36 GMT -5
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There was more panic he could feel in the air, and Alistair rounded the corner of the gate just in time to see Kato – his friend – lash out at what looked like just an innocent woman with a camera. Oh fuck, oh no, this is bad. To Alistair, it was clear that Kato had panicked. He had felt the panic coming off of him since the chat room, but he hadn’t expected it to boil over into a fear that led to this. Others couldn’t feel what he could, didn’t know what his friend was going through. Understandably, people in the area jumped to the wrong conclusion as the situation spiraled out of control.
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Reaching Kato as the bystanders started coming up, he tried to grab the other boy around the waist and physically pull him back away from the woman. “Kato, please calm down, this isn’t like you.” The amount of people starting to come near the scene was worrying. Alistair knew if they tried to start anything this would get even more out of hand than it already was. With the current situation as well, there was a very real concern of Kato getting in trouble with the school already. He started mentally kicking himself for not insisting they meet in the common room of their dorm. Hindsight made it obvious that would have been a far better course of action.
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Post by Kato Hatsune on Nov 7, 2019 17:13:24 GMT -5
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It sounded real it sounded human, but they cannot get tricked, they can't be fooled they can't let it win. Kato will tear it apart limb from fucking limb. It can't fool them no matter what form it takes. They will kill it and win so it can surpass this fear in their gut, this burning sensation that they feel, this powerlessness that's consuming them alive from the inside. They will win, they have to win, they must, to gain the love and adoration of others he wanted their entire life instead of the harsh cruelty they got instead. They have to kill it.
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When Kato slashed at the woman, her scream sounded so real, but Kato still didn't hesitate. They can't be fooled they can't they have to win, they have to. After the initial slash, Kato was sweating more and more, so their body was slowly being consumed by black armor, their body was already covered by the time the crowd started circling them.
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Kato was letting out a low beastly growl as their claws kept growing and it started lumbering towards the crying woman, ignoring all the sneers and comments made about them, they don't care, they don't care, they don't care, they need to win, they need to win, so that they can be loved, by their classmates, by the masses, by their superiors, and by their mother. They have to kill it.
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Suddenly when something clung to their waist, Kato's eyes widen, they realized without looking who it is, Kato looked down at the arms wrapped around their waist, as they expected it was Ali's. In that sobering moment of being touched in a protective and caring manner that Kato has no memory of ever feeling, Kato faltered. Their raised claws lowered to their side, they stopped, but without even a moment to apologize, for everything, a wooden bat strikes Kato in the face.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2019 17:45:19 GMT -5
A petty creature screams, it hides its face, a boy lunges, a man holds, a beast laughs and a bystander cries foul. Only one knows the truth. Only one understands what is happening. The world is spiralling out of control. Who is tainted? Who is pure? Who is right? Who is wrong? Is there a right or wrong?
Another came around the corner. Oh! This was just getting better and better! Look there! Look at your friend! Lashing out at innocence! Inky could have left right then and there. The boy's reputation was ruined. Someone would report the assault, the school would turn its back on the child, such aggression was the way of a villain-not a hero. And here, now, the boys friend was here to see! What tragic fate! Oh woe! Look at him go! Inky stifled a laugh as the boy was restrained by his friend.
...too late.
CRACK!
The bat hit the boy across the face and another flash went off somewhere off to the side. Was it the woman curled up on the ground? Was it one of the bystanders? Was it someone else? No one saw. Yet the moment the light blazed in the eyes of those present, all hell broke loose. The people began to shout angry and hostile slurs at the boy. Rage on their faces, blinded by mob mentality. None of them realized how wrong their actions were, only that they were angry and the others were too. That was all the excuse they needed.
"Get the creep!" One shouted, charging in from the side, moving to grab onto one of Kato's arms. The bat wielder had stepped away, the weapon discarded on the ground. Another attacker moved forward and picked it up. Then the woman stepped out of the crowd. Her eyes wide, something black stinging her sclera, in one hand was a hatchet. Her face was puffy, as if she was desperately trying to do something in her own head but just couldn't. Was she losing control? Or was she restraining herself? Was she excited? They didn't know. Inky knew.
She went for the boy trying to stop Kato. Umbral Riot's friend was now in danger. Now part of the game.
More importantly though... the thoughtless and intentional actions of the people had another affect. The truth was that though their feelings were twisted by corruption and the crowds, they were still in control of their actions. Pretend as they may, the truth was there. They had evil hearts. Inky was just ... helping them bloom. And evil hearts that committed evil deeds... well... Inky felt that sinful tingling up its spine, it felt strength flushing through it's body, it felt energy building up, a ghastliness that pervaded everything.
Sweet delights! Succulent synergistic strength slowly serenading it's sternum, story of stories said silent or was it loudly? Inky surpressed a laugh, pulling itself away from the growing mob lynching, shifting into the back and out of sight. It couldn't go far now. It would watch, and feed.
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