[Toshinori, you can't just tell someone to not be troubled and then continue to wheeze like that. Not an effective strategy. Plus, being referred to as 'young man' only gets Zed thinking about Libra's second-in-command, which doesn't help the conflicted feelings. But if he's really convinced everything's fine...Well, the fishman's worried aura seems to calm down a bit. He's only following along to make sure the man doesn't self-combust or crumple over and die before getting to the bench.]
Pardon me for a moment. [He's suddenly got an idea now that Toshinori is sitting-- Zed reaches out a webbed hand to gently place it on his shoulder. There's that newly-acquainted zap of Chroma-producing energy that he hopes will help give the other a boost for collecting himself.]
[He takes a couple careful breaths on the bench, wiping at his chin with the back of a hand, expecting there to be blood there.]
Ah--? [He looks up in time to see the fishman reaching for him. Toshinori has never really shied away from touch--that kind of went hand in hand with being mobbed by fans--so he just sits there and lets himself be touched.]
[He was not expecting that little surge of energy, however, and he jumps in surprise, letting out brief bark that is punctuated by another curl of flame--but thankfully no blood or coughing fit.]
[Haaaaa... is this the definition of irony? It is, isn't it?]
Now see here, young man--[Toshinori probably looks utterly ridiculous trying to evade his helper's grasp and so help him god, if you pull out his IV...]--Yes, I know it's going to be alright because I AM FINE! [Well. Fine for him anyway... his baseline was pretty terrible on a good day...]
[At the mention of being carried he finally decides to really take control of the situation, straightening up out of his ever present slouch to his full 7'2" glory, planting one dinner plate sized hand on the man's head to hold him away with his freakishly long arm.]
[Of the various things he might expect to hear from Midoriya during an unexpected meeting on some alien world concern over produce sales was not included...]
[Wait.]
Is that what caused this? [Another small ribbon of flame on 'that'... well he'll take coughing up fire to blood any day.]
I think so. I mean - when we went to visit the dragons the other month [ what ] they gave us some tea with, er. Similar effects? But those only took place during the following moon...
[ But it's his best guess for what might be happening just now. ]
[ She can't really comment on the confusion. It's only to be expected, but she can't commiserate because, unfortunately, the strangeness of it represents only a difference of degree, compared to her own experiences.
Also her empathy and people skills are mostly terrible. ]
No. I know the words. But they have no place of prominence in any lexicon.
Tell me about them, though. I might still know them by another name.
[OK Toshinori, you got this... just breathe through your nose and calm yourself out of it. He leans to the side, bracing himself against the shop window with one hand (and hopefully not smearing blood-ash on it in the process... oops.]
[He's managed to get it down to a rattling wheeze, smoke curling out from the corners of his mouth instead of flame when he hears his name--his hero name which he has yet to actually repeat to anyone here--and he's almost certain it's--]
[He straightens quickly (which probably wasn't the best idea following a fit, but what are you gonna do?), turning in the direction of the voice, glowing slitted eyes seeking out the figure and... And what the hell was he looking at? He'd been seeing auras around people for quite a while, but they had been predominately calm--what he was seeing now was almost violently twisting on itself and shifting colors to the point that he almost couldn't make the figure out--]
[But then, he almost didn't need to... if that aura actually meant anything.]
Young Bakugou! [He offers a grin despite the fact that he had ashy blood smeared down his chin and his eyes looked as if he'd had a sudden lizard quirk manifestation.] I certainly didn't expect to meet you here!
[He bites the inside of his cheek when he hears his name, folding his arms and digging his nails into them, trying to hold onto his anger and not relax or get relieved that another teacher is here. It's his fault All Might is in this state, after all. Most of it is his fault- Except the eyes. If this is an imposter, they're doing a shitty job. But it is odd and he narrows his, calculating the chances.]
I don't think so, my boy. There are too many variables that don't line up--though that might almost have been better because at least it would have made at least some of sense. [He glances about.] Mind control or illusion seems to make the most sense but it seems as though the level of detail would be too much. [He motions between the two of them in a 'you and me' gesture] And then the interaction would probably mean that either one of us is part of the illusion. [He shakes his head.] So unfortunately I think this is actually happening.
Ah, I suppose you're right. This is pretty broadly targeted to be something like that...although with what we've seen from the League of Villains, I guess there's really no way to be sure.
[He looks more than a little troubled at the idea of it being an illusion, or mind control, but that could be the horrifying experience he'd had with his own memory of UA back in that provided simulation a few days earlier...]
It's kind of difficult to tell, isn't it? If it's real or not. I mean, it feels real, and I'm pretty sure I'm me, and you're you, but if they've got this much power...what kind of people are we dealing with?
[He's never really been the sort of person to believe in gods, but could some of the mythology of this place be true...? Something to think about later. But for now--]
Aaaah... [He gives a dramatic shrug] I don't know if control is the right word... [Or maybe it is... he's just used to trying to keep himself from spitting up blood, not fire... maybe the two are related on some level?]
Ribbit. [Really, she thinks it sounds about right. Cue another flamethrower erupts from her throat and out the mouth. Thankfully, she feels it rising and turns her head away from All Might.]
This is annoying. [It's like trying to hold a burp and failing.] Any suggestions how to stop this?
Yeah... it is pretty weird... [Especially for someone who has kept everyone at a distance for his entire adult life. Oh well... excuse to embrace his hug monster self apparently...]
[He tilts his head just a bit, one brow arching slightly. What did she mean by that...? Was she referring to her parents? They had seemed quite open... Maybe it was a teenager thing... one clique couldn't talk to another? Or something?]
[BUUUUUT at least she's happy.]
[He chuckles.]
Yeah... it's nice. I can think of quite a few people who would revel at being able to pay rent with a handshake.
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[He chuckles a bit at that, smoke curling from between his teeth on each note.] Ah... I meant it a bit tongue in cheek...
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[His theatrics die off at that and he just kind of stares flatly at him.]
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No.
[Who even asks something like that?]
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[He knows he doesn't look like one.]
I can... Rearrange things in order to make them fit better.
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[sorry, he isn't about to let some random stranger start messing with his insides... what's left of them anyway.]
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No, no--[It's admittedly a bit of a wheeze.] And you don't need to trouble yourself with me, young man, but it is appreciated..
[He does see that bench and he is going to just... go over and plant himself on it because dear sweet god he needs air...
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Pardon me for a moment. [He's suddenly got an idea now that Toshinori is sitting-- Zed reaches out a webbed hand to gently place it on his shoulder. There's that newly-acquainted zap of Chroma-producing energy that he hopes will help give the other a boost for collecting himself.]
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[He takes a couple careful breaths on the bench, wiping at his chin with the back of a hand, expecting there to be blood there.]
Ah--? [He looks up in time to see the fishman reaching for him. Toshinori has never really shied away from touch--that kind of went hand in hand with being mobbed by fans--so he just sits there and lets himself be touched.]
[He was not expecting that little surge of energy, however, and he jumps in surprise, letting out brief bark that is punctuated by another curl of flame--but thankfully no blood or coughing fit.]
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TWO MILLION YEARS LATER, SORRY
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Now see here, young man--[Toshinori probably looks utterly ridiculous trying to evade his helper's grasp
and so help him god, if you pull out his IV...]--Yes, I know it's going to be alright because I AM FINE! [Well. Fine for him anyway... his baseline was pretty terrible on a good day...][At the mention of being carried he finally decides to really take control of the situation, straightening up out of his ever present slouch to his full 7'2" glory, planting one dinner plate sized hand on the man's head to hold him away with his freakishly long arm.]
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[The half shout may have been more effective if he didn't bring up another spray of blood with the effort but beggars and choosers and all that...]
A hero's job is to save people, yes--but the face you show while doing it is important!
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FIRST--you need to remain calm! How much help will you be if you're too panicked to properly read the situation?
SECOND--pay attention to who you're trying to help and your surroundings so that you don't make the situation worse!
THIRD--Smile! If you're saving someone they've normally gone through something scary and confidence is reassuring!
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[He'll just... slouch back down and lift his free arm to wipe the blood off his chin with the back of his hand.]
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[ UH. America does seem to simmer down quite a bit, remaining where he's being held at an arm's length and actually letting All Might to finish. ]
But, uh.. you're bleeding.. like.. totally everywhere, man. Pretty sure you got some of it on my brand new suit, too.
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Ah--?
[Of the various things he might expect to hear from Midoriya during an unexpected meeting on some alien world concern over produce sales was not included...]
[Wait.]
Is that what caused this? [Another small ribbon of flame on 'that'... well he'll take coughing up fire to blood any day.]
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[ But it's his best guess for what might be happening just now. ]
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[...]
[Toshinori seriously wonders if he's woken up in the middle of a twilight zone episode... but all things considered he can't really argue it...]
Well that's...
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Perplexing...
[Earthling, huh?]
Ah--yeah, I guess I am... [He smiles awkwardly, wondering that 'other world' business...] Do meta powers or Quirks mean anything to you?
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Also her empathy and people skills are mostly terrible. ]
No. I know the words. But they have no place of prominence in any lexicon.
Tell me about them, though. I might still know them by another name.
so laaate sorry
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[OK Toshinori, you got this... just breathe through your nose and calm yourself out of it. He leans to the side, bracing himself against the shop window with one hand (and hopefully not smearing blood-ash on it in the process... oops.]
[He's managed to get it down to a rattling wheeze, smoke curling out from the corners of his mouth instead of flame when he hears his name--his hero name which he has yet to actually repeat to anyone here--and he's almost certain it's--]
[He straightens quickly (which probably wasn't the best idea following a fit, but what are you gonna do?), turning in the direction of the voice, glowing slitted eyes seeking out the figure and... And what the hell was he looking at? He'd been seeing auras around people for quite a while, but they had been predominately calm--what he was seeing now was almost violently twisting on itself and shifting colors to the point that he almost couldn't make the figure out--]
[But then, he almost didn't need to... if that aura actually meant anything.]
Young Bakugou! [He offers a grin despite the fact that he had ashy blood smeared down his chin and his eyes looked as if he'd had a sudden lizard quirk manifestation.] I certainly didn't expect to meet you here!
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The hell's wrong with your eyes?
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[He smiles a bit awkwardly and shakes his head.]
I don't think so, my boy. There are too many variables that don't line up--though that might almost have been better because at least it would have made at least some of sense. [He glances about.] Mind control or illusion seems to make the most sense but it seems as though the level of detail would be too much. [He motions between the two of them in a 'you and me' gesture] And then the interaction would probably mean that either one of us is part of the illusion. [He shakes his head.] So unfortunately I think this is actually happening.
I live the backtag life, never any worries <3
[He looks more than a little troubled at the idea of it being an illusion, or mind control, but that could be the horrifying experience he'd had with his own memory of UA back in that provided simulation a few days earlier...]
It's kind of difficult to tell, isn't it? If it's real or not. I mean, it feels real, and I'm pretty sure I'm me, and you're you, but if they've got this much power...what kind of people are we dealing with?
[He's never really been the sort of person to believe in gods, but could some of the mythology of this place be true...? Something to think about later. But for now--]
Anyway, were you heading inside?
THE UNIVERSE DOES NOT WANT ME TO REPLY TO THIS THREAD OMFG
UNIVERSE DON'T DENY ME THIS
THE UNIVERSE IS A FICKLE MISTRESS!!
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Aaaah... [He gives a dramatic shrug] I don't know if control is the right word... [Or maybe it is... he's just used to trying to keep himself from spitting up blood, not fire... maybe the two are related on some level?]
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This is annoying. [It's like trying to hold a burp and failing.] Any suggestions how to stop this?
[Before she burps another one.]
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Yeah... it is pretty weird... [Especially for someone who has kept everyone at a distance for his entire adult life. Oh well... excuse to embrace his hug monster self apparently...]
[He tilts his head just a bit, one brow arching slightly. What did she mean by that...? Was she referring to her parents? They had seemed quite open... Maybe it was a teenager thing... one clique couldn't talk to another? Or something?]
[BUUUUUT at least she's happy.]
[He chuckles.]
Yeah... it's nice. I can think of quite a few people who would revel at being able to pay rent with a handshake.