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[ open ] Givin' my all, givin' all that I've got

🧙 WHO: Bakugou Katsuki + YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests, Open Prompts
🕒 WHEN: All throughout March
🗺️ WHERE: Various!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Spiders in Prompt 3

( Librirynth )

[ A quest to take down monsters? To test his skills through sheer combat? Like anything else is going to really appeal to Bakugou, let's be real. Now that he has more than one magic type to master, it's more important. His philosophy is that he would best develop under pressure. Through practical means rather than being tied up at the training grounds.

It's with a feral expression that he takes on this task, cracking his knuckles as he dips into the labyrinth. ]

DON'T BOTHER SENDING ANYONE ELSE! JUST WAIT AND SEE!

[ Time for a classic RNG adventure! Just how far will our heroes get, because Bakugou isn't actually going in there alone is he? ]

( These Bumbles Don't Bounce )

You're going about this shit all wrong.

[ So says the blonde just sitting there with his hands in his pockets. Bakugou doesn't seem to be offering any assistance and will not elaborate unless asked further. Instead he just keeps watching with judging expression. This isn't something that is going to really be something done for "notoriety" so it's not something he's interested in doing. ]

Don't you have any brains in that head of yours?

[ It's not that, really. Not everyone is a nerd like Katsuki secretly is and has weird personality quirks. The reality is that Bakugou knows things that people wouldn't expect for him to. This is just one of those things... ]

( Vital Venoms ) **SKIP FOR SPIDERS**
[ Isn't spider venom a pretty common ingredient used in magic and potions in general? So it's not surprising that there's a quest to go out to collect some since apparently they are getting a little too active and coming out and saying hi to people. That's why he's out here ~~and not because a certain nerd would also probably want some but likely get bitten in the process~~ to deal with them even though this usually isn't something he'd be bothered with doing. ]

The hell does it matter if they are alive or not? Venom works regardless of the host still breathing!

[ Wouldn't it just be easier to collect the venom producing parts and bring them in? Katsuki is kind of grumbling about it when, wouldn't you know, he is the one walking right into one of those icky sticky webs! ]

Shit!

( Very Friendly Vines )

BACK OFF!

[ Anyone else coming into the forest is going to be met with a rather interesting sight - Bakugou dangling in the air by the ankle. One of those vines has wrapped itself around the area. Missing people is definitely something to look into but he hadn't anticipated this. ]

Shitty plants!

[ He blasts at the vine with a weakish fireball. Enough to be let go - only for another one to grab him by the arm. ]

Argh!

[ To be honest... Bakugou is going to keep trying to break free with sheer force and destructive magic. ]

( Double Trouble )

[ Let's say you're enjoying your day in Camelot City. Maybe you're having a good time shopping or eating at one of the cafes in the area. It's a great day and even better weather. It should be spent outside, right? Yeah, well... There's a loud blast that's going to totally ruin the ambience. Smoke billows into the air and being thrown from it is one Bakugou Katsuki. He rolls across the ground a little, looking a bit roughed up as he catches himself. Pushing himself up, he coughs.

That's when his opponent then launches themselves from the dust cloud, another fireblast obscuring everyone's vision. Bakugou throws up a barrier to block the incoming attack - smoke once again billowing all around them...

And when the smoke clears... It's not one Bakugou Katsuki that stands there. It's two. ]

( Wildcard )

[ You know what to do! If you want a closed prompt or to plot, hit me up on plurk @ jarddan or on Discord at verthunder#9612 ! ]

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Don't tell me that. You know I will if you do.

[ This does make his body feel lighter. So they are definitely traveling faster. Bakugou gets the idea though. Secondary magics tire them out faster than primaries. By doing this, the clone is going to have to work harder to keep up. By the time that they decide to land, hopefully it will wear the other out.

It's a great idea. ]

It pisses me off that you thought of that first.

[ He's going out of the city entirely. Searching for a bit of farmland to land. ]

[It is a great idea - Bakugou essentially is a rocketship, he could always use his explosions to fly, but he'd never have the means to stay airborne unless he maintained those explosions...which puts strain on his upper body, and wears him out. With Ochako's magic making him float, he only really needs to propel them forward, and even a tiny burst of flame would do the trick. Like a hot air balloon, or a dirigible, instead of something that eats up fuel like a plane or missile.]

Mm... [It's less a response and more a sound to acknowledge she heard him. Ochako is keeping her eyes peeled for sights of the doppleganger following after them, to alert Bakugou as his secondary pair of eyes.]

That's fine...you can be mad at me. I don't know how...well I can fight that thing when it looks...l-looks like you.

[She felt it when she first struck the copy. The flinch, the hesitation, the sick lurch of her stomach when she heard that crack. Fighting Bakugou is easy, and sure they get roughed up a bit, but that's always controlled - never going too far as to really hurt the other. Never to be fatal. If Ochako really has to pull out the big guns, she's not sure if she can really follow through with it.]

[ That's the thing though, isn't it? That's why Katsuki has to do a particular type of muscle training. His body has to be able to take the impact of his own explosions. It's why he's not rock solid like Kirishima.

This is much easier though. ]

It's not me. So you shouldn't have any problems knocking it the fuck out.

[ Because it's clearly not him. Just because it looks like Katsuki doesn't mean that it is. Ochako can tell the difference and something like appearances shouldn't be enough to trip her up. At least not in his opinion. ]

I know that! ...I know that.

[But it doesn't really make it any easier. It may not be Bakugou, the real one, but Ochako still has to deal with seeing the face of her friend twisted in fear or pain, hear his voice cry out. She's still young, and that sort of thing isn't really easy to deal with emotionally, or mentally. She doesn't have that sort of mental fortitude. It dregs up a lot of really nasty insecurities and painful memories all the same, even if it's not really him she's putting down.

She squeezes her eyes shut, taking in a long and shaky breath to steel herself, feeling moisture on her cheeks and shakes her head. It's fine. Something she just has to endure.]

Just be ready to support me, okay? [Ochako can already hear distant blasts catching up to them. It's following.]

[ She knows that but doesn't sound really fucking confident about it. It's irritating. Really fucking irritating. He squeezes her legs a bit with a growl. ]

Haven't I been doing that already? You're the one who picked out the fake. I'm just a goddamn pony at the moment!

[ Speaking of - there. Right there. Bakugou begins his descent down into the clearing. Time to be ready to take this shit out. ]

[She doesn't feel confident, and it is frustrating. Ochako was only able to pick out the fake because of a fluke - a 50/50 short in the dark, and she hates herself more and more by the minute for it. That she needs an indicator like her friend having to wear her wristwatch to tell him apart from the fake. It makes her feel like shit, especially when they have to get rid of this thing.

She could have been fooled into hurting the real Bakugou, easily, and that thought makes her sick to her stomach.]

Mm, you're way more than that. [Ochako slides off Bakugou's back, and just in time, too. She catches sight of a blip of straw-like hair from a distance. She takes on a defensive position.] It's coming!! Get read--ah!

[She yelps, feeling something hot scorch her shoulder as a fireball darts part her. It was mostly targeting Bakugou, as he said, but considering there were so close, of course she got caught up in it, too.]

[ She is the only one fussing about it. That is really the last thing on Bakugou's mind as he lands and immediately takes up a battle ready stance.

This thing has to be running low though. Bakugou himself hasn't expended as much as the fake has just trying to keep up. And secondary magic is exhausting. ]

Think about the sports festival -

[ That's all that he says before he takes off after the fake, getting in close quarters. The doppelganger isn't going to have the energy nor the heat to fend things off if Ochako chooses to levitate a bunch of shit then launch it at them both. ]

[That's the difference between them though, isn't it? So long as it's not debilitating, Bakugou's not as pressed to avoid so-called 'friendly fire' if the outcome means a sure win. It's definitely a strategy, of course, and getting knocked around in the Hero scene is a way of life, but Ochako isn't the type to purposely harm her friends and colleagues. And she well and truly does want to be Bakugou's friend - she cares about him a lot. That's why she's so twisted up inside about having to beat up the fake...it goes against what she stands for.]

Wha--

[The Sports Festival? What does...oh. Of course. That diehard determination and the will to get back up, to fight past her limits, despite the outrageous difference in strength. She wasn't afraid to beat him up then, was she? Even if she didn't land a single hit, not even one, the fire she had back there was an empowering force. This isn't about her. It's about beating a fake because it wants to hurt her friend. Her actual friend. Ochako takes a deep breath, squeezes her eyes shut, and smothers all the nervous fear down. Don't think, just act. See the picture in front of you and close out everything else. There's only one enemy, just one.]

I'M GOING TO WIN!!

[Things around them begin to creak, to groan, to snap and pop as they lift up into the air. A farm have many things to use as ammunition, after all. Heavy hay bales, bags of feed, food and water troughs, wheelbarrows, even heavy duty machinery to harvest crops and move livestock. Plus, a whole slew of large and very solid veggies, too. Cabbages, melons, some gourds and summer squash...they picked the best place for Ochako to arm herself. Up, up, up they go, before each piece of ammo stops suddenly in the air, jerks like they've honed in on a single target, and launch themselves at the fake.]

[ There it is. That fiery determination... This is the real deal. They aren't in school any longer while they're here. All of them need to throw away some of their more easy-going, childish thoughts. There's no time to doubt yourself here. Can't afford to hold onto some of those thoughts that could cause hesitation. For even one second could be a matter of life or death. Success and victory over defeat and injury. Bakugou's not about that life. If they are going to succeed then he wants to do so almost flawlessly. That's what he wants to do. That's the type of hero he wants to be so he's going to keep pushing forward to meet that end.

Pushing Ochako forward is only the first step. Now that she's determined? Well Katsuki can do what he does best - go into the fray and go all out. That's exactly what happens. He meets his doppelganger head on. Close combat. While Bakugou is willing to work with others, this guy probably doesn't have that sort of inclination. That means he's not going to pay attention to the girl using her magic - not that Katsuki is going to give the fake any chance to. He'll meet blow for blow. Be the distraction.

Then when enough time has passed? Bakugou has a trick up his sleeve alright. It looks as though he's been spreading water throughout his little spat. The fake mocks him for it because no one here's afraid of a little mud, right? Jokes on this loser. As Bakugou conjures up another fireball? He doesn't aim for the doppelganger. He aims for the ground. Mud flies up, but so does steam, creating a blanket of cover.

He then launches himself into the air! ]

WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR, ROUND FACE!?

[ Bakugou's given her the perfect opening. ]

[They aren't in school, this is a real fight, a real threat to their lives, and maybe Ochako was being too lax about it all, but...she's still very much a child as well. She isn't like Bakugou or Izuku, who can hyperfocus on things like growth, saving and winning, and not let the mental strain take its toll over time. Ochako is a bit sensitive, and that's her flaw, her weakness - her ability to feel, and perhaps feel too much. It causes her to hesitate, because she has to redirect her thoughts past those feelings, shunt them to the side or push them away. Plus, this scenario is not one she's prepared for emotionally or mentally, and it will take its toll. Ochako can fight Bakugou, she doesn't mind causing damage to him either, but it's within reason. It's always been controlled...

Now? She has to change that. And it's hard for her to do because she keeps trying to restrain herself. That reflex to never go beyond a point of no return. Heroes save, they protect, they don't...hurt people. Not to a point where damage is irreparable. And they flat out do not kill. That's what they've been taught. It's been drilled into their heads from the start. They still have to abide by the law, and murder is a crime. Heroes don't commit crimes.

It's a beautiful combo - Bakugou rushing in to distract the doppleganger with a frontal attack while Ochako orchestrates her own attack. Similar to her Meteor Shower, but less rocks and more a mishmash of all sorts of debris and junk around her general area. The control with which she moves her arms to pinpoint her target is almost artful, and even as the two blonds collide in a flurry of fists and magic, Ochako is already feeling the world beyond them start to fade away. I'm going to win!

With a harsh and almost animalistic shout, the girl touches her fingertips together and each missile shoots at the fake with pinpoint accuracy, and anything that even gets close to the real Bakugou seems to just arc out of his way. If she's controlling the trajectory, the skill is lost even on Ochako, she's got her eyes set on only the target before her. Win. No matter what it takes.

Win. Beat him. Beat him, beat him, beat him, beat him, crush him. Win.]

[Once by one the debris falls, raining down on the fake like a slew of weird hail. The smaller of the objects are simply distracting and slow him down, but once the larger and heavier items start to pour down, Ochako's expression shifts very suddenly and she looks almost startled, scared. She can't stop it now even if she tried, and the thing is, she doesn't even try. Because they have to win. If she halts her attack--

Ochako catches a final glimpse of the doppleganger's face before the last and heaviest object bears down on him and she's glad for the splash of mud that obscures the sight enough to not have her see the aftermath. The tractor crashed on the fake heavily, pieces of it flying off and Ochako is surprised it doesn't combust on top of everything else, too. She waits, staring at the scene a moment longer, in case there's anything movement within the pile, letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding when nothing...happens.

Is it over?]

[ It's a pretty damn impressive display of teamwork. But then again it's what it should be, right? This is what he had anticipated when he had yelled at Ochako previously. The potential is there. Always has been.

Bakugou moves out of the way with a few blasts of fire. The area is still covered with fog, but it starts to clear out as item after item assaults the fake.

The doppelganger couldn't have made it through that. Now the evidence of that is the black-green goo that starts to mix with the mud. ]

The hell...

[With the fog and mud obscuring most of the damage dealt, Ochako's perhaps a bit better off, but she sill looks a bit shaken up from the aftermath of the fight, and when her real friend comes down to inspect if the fake is well and truly gone, Ochako goes to join him. Until she has to pause, holding a hand to her chest as a sharp ache just grabs at the heart of her chest, and spreads all over. Oh ow?? Oh, ow!]

Aah...ow. [It's like someone just straight up kicked her in the chest, and Ochako has to just...take a minute to breathe a little.] I-Is...ngh--! It's gone? What...wh-what was that thing? And...a-are you o-okay, Ba....Baku...

[Is this a side-effect of using her kinetic magic like that? It feels like she was the one that got hit by a tractor. Her body's starting to ache like crazy, and the sharp pain in her chest is only getting worse and worse, making tears prick at the corners of her eyes and roll down her cheeks.]

Ow...owow... [Deep breaths, deep and slow breaths.] Ugh...o-overdid it...again.

Ah... It's fine.

[ He's fine. Sore, but perfectly fine. The fake had really worn him out too. Katsuki instead focuses on the green sludge coming out of the pile of debris. ]

Think it's gone.

[ Then his gaze shifts over to Ochako. Don't get the wrong idea. He's not going to run over and catch her or anything like that. Bakugou isn't that sort of person. However he will keep an eye on her. ]

We both did, yeah?

[Yeah, she doesn't expect him to come to her side, wouldn't want him to treat her like she couldn't stand on her own two legs, but wow. This is almost as bad as when she teleported herself and a friend a long distance for the first time and she was practically paralyzed afterward for a few minutes, completely and totally exhausted of all her magic and needing to just sleep for a good, long time.

Ochako exhales, moving closer and wincing with each step.]

Mmh, don't get too close, j-just in case... I don't think I can fight anymore. [Not well. She'd be a liability like crazy as she is.] You look better th-than I do, ehehe... Let me see?

[She's asking to check him over, make sure he didn't damage himself with extended use of his magic. If he says no, she'll leave it be. Ochako really doesn't have much fight in her at all.]

It's nothing a goddamn nap won't solve.

[ He can get the couple of burns he did receive from the fake healed later. They aren't major, of course. Nothing that he absolutely needs to do anything about right now. ]

Let's go. No reason to stick around this dump.

Right, right...

[Breathing out slowly, Ochako follows after her friend, rubbing at her sore joints gingerly taking deep breaths in and out to try and force down the weight, weighted feeling on her chest. There's a moment where she glances back at the destruction she caused and feels a cold, creeping shiver run up her spine and the sharp sting in her chest again.

Man, she...doesn't ever want to do that again.]

I'll walk you back home.

[ There's a slight pause from Katsuki. Red eyes are staring right at Ochako, but it's hard to say what it is that he's actually doing. He is sizing her up with a glance, likely unknown by Round Face herself. Bakugou is making a quick assessment of his next step. ]

Ain't going back to the house.

[ He'll shove his hands in his pockets and start to walk off. Towards where Ochako should be resting. ]

Huh? What?

[She turns back to Bakugou, looking up from staring down at the ground as she was starting to walk forward a little, blinking owlishly. He's not going back--...? Why not? Did he have anywhere else to be today? It's really not a good idea to be anywhere right now, especially alone... If those weird fakes are crawling around, then it'd be best to stick close to each other, wouldn't it? Ochako jogs a bit to catch up, but stays a few paces behind her friend purposefully.]

Um...okay. Where are you going? I-I'll go, too.

[ Honestly? What Bakugou wants to do is take a goddamn shower and then nap. Rest and replenish. If it had been his Quirk, then his hands would have been sore. The penalty for overuse here is exhaustion. But Ochako is worse off than he is, right? ]

Tell you when we get there.

[ Instead of her walking him home... He's gonna walk her back. ]

[Ochako is...dubious about his response, but she's also a bit too distracted to put up much of a fight, not to mentioned exhausted. A shower and some rest sounds fan-fucking-tastic, but she also doesn't want to let her friend go off on his own again. God knows he'd run into another shitty fake when his tank is on empty and try to fight it off. They're better off just going home together to watch each other's backs.]

Fine.

[Though, as it becomes clear they're headed back to her shared home with the girls, Ochako is just going to sigh and tilt her head to one side, a bit defeated. She can't argue, doesn't have the energy to, but--] Thank you, Bakugou-kun... You should come inside, rest a little bit. I think there's leftover miso katsu left from yesterday...I can heat it up for you.

[ She's... Not wrong about that assessment. He would fight whatever and whomever if it came down to it. And then he wouldn't care about how low his magical reserves are.

He doesn't respond to her thanks. Doesn't think he needs to. Her invitation, however... ]

For a couple of minutes. Yeah.

[There's a brief and small smile at that, and she opens the door for him, taking off her shoes and leaving them off to the side a bit. Ochako stretches a bit, feeling a few of her joints pop - gods, she needs a nice, relaxing bath - but heads to the kitchen first.]

Tea? [Lord knows there's a pot of it on one of the burners...what with Momo living here and all.]

[ And Bakugou? He heads straight to the living room. This boy does not care. He is going to plop face first into a couch.

Just try to move him. ]

Yeah sure. Whatever.

[Honestly, that's a whole ass mood right there, and Ochako chuckles quietly when she watches him just plop on the couch, watching him quietly before making an affirming noise that she heard him and going to prep everything.

It won't be long at all, maybe ten minutes tops, before Ochako is quietly setting down a plate of food and a mug of hot tea on the coffee table near where he's resting. She'd prefer if he just stayed the night, it's safer than him walking back alone, but Ochako won't press him to. She's too worn out herself, really... Amd grabs some throw blankets, putting one by the arm rest for Bakugou, if he wants, and then wraps herself up in one and just...curls up into a loveseat adjacent the couch.

She's so tired.]

probably a wrap?

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probably a wrap?