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🧙 WHO: Tomura Shigaraki & Whoever's brave enough to weather the storm of his bitchiness
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch All
🕒 WHEN: All of April
🗺️ WHERE: Various locations
⚠️ WARNINGS: I prefer writing in prose and will be doing so but please use brackets if you prefer them! I won't be upset.

Shigaraki is a murderous villain and if he feels like it, so far he isn't afraid to say it if someone brings it up. He won't hold his language or opinion. He's not into swearing fits and murder without cause but sometimes that cause murder wise can be very little, however lately is more provocation bent in his canon point. I'm trying to keep spoilers out of this lol. For the most part I intend that any of this is turned on quests or NPCs in the big event that just opened the other day. I really am not interested in too much battlecombatfightey at the moment with anything but disposable NPCs. Feel free to come posture at him though I'll posture all damn day.

Mundane Things
> Cake Day
> Library Lazydays
> Arcade
> Wildcard

Quests
> Vital Venoms
> Wildcard*

April Event
> Something Fishy
> Infighting

Closed Threads
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There was no one here who could know. Even if people from the league were here the only person who knew it was around his birthday was Kurogiri and he sure as hell wasn't there. His birthday had never been a big thing, even when he was younger after the death of his family, but cake? He never had any reason to turn that down. It was probably sad and pathetic that a man as powerful as him back home both quirk wise and wide reaching power unrelated to quirks was so alone here and all the same powerless.

At least, he wasn't used to magic. Powerless wasn't how to describe Shigaraki even without his quirk. Even still, all of that weighing on his mind, he decided to settle down at an outdoor patio restaurant to enjoy some mindblowingly sweet cake. It was a little much for him, the sweetness of it. He mostly sliced off a small bit of the personal, round treat and set the rest to the side while continuing to pick away at the piece he deemed 'enough'.

Other things that day included trips to stores and other sight seeing. Just things that had nothing to do with being a villain, with plotting, or heroes or anything else. Maybe a day off would do him good, he didn't know how to take the knowledge that his world was dying. If it was going to, it should be by his hands. But if it was, he could influence that here. There were a lot of conflicting things he had to think about and really all he wanted to think about was a game console and a couple games. Anything he could just de-stress about and be a basement dweller with.

There's no better way to learn than to start at basics.

If he was going to learn anything, it was going to have to be from ground up. It had been almost two months from his figuring and none of those idiots had shown up to back him up. They had to know he was gone. Or maybe this really was Hell and he was dead and that was why. Not wanting to dwell too much on it, he decided to do a little less skulking around hoping something fell into his lap and a little more on his own. For someone who was raised as a spoiled, almost literally, young man living the oxy-moron life of an ambitious NEET, Tomura knew when he had to get up and do something. This wasn't as difficult as cleaning his room, or finding it as unnecessary as cleaning his room. This, unlike things that he didn't bother with at home, was the start of being strong enough to do something about his situation rather than just posture at people who could otherwise have him in a bad position.

He wanted to know important points as per the books, where they came from, who their prominent people used to be and what exactly he could get his fingers in where they were concerned. It found him at a local library, browsing through ancient books, looking overwhelmed and severely unimpressed. Not being an idiot, he knew how to use the decimal system, it was just a matter of finding what he wanted.

If he wasn't doing that, he was most certainly sitting down at one of the tables, looking equally frustrated, scratching at the side of his neck in more habit than specific need any more. The itch of his quirk felt like a long ago dream and one that he wasn't exactly sure if he was happy to have gone or not. Probably not. After the small scratch to his neck, he rubbed at one of his eyes, convinced he'd never wanted to sleep so much with the dry history books he found. Many were just too unimpressive and stale. The way books normally were that didn't have some sort of catch to them, or maybe some sort of graphic novel to keep his interest. Or a picture. A picture would be good. The woman hovering in darkness behind him wasn't something he cared to worry about. She was always there, a mess of hair and attempted memories to remind him, he was sure, of his crimes. He sighed heavily at her rasping breath over his shoulder and this time from his eye, he unfurled his hand and pressed her face backward. Be gone. "Too close." If no one else, at least his creepyass familiar was there with him on a constant, horrifying basis. Maybe it was only slightly better than having Dabi around.

Sometimes there just wasn't anything like the classics. Not that any of those existed here, but they at least were modern enough he could practice his magic at the same time and still enjoy. Feel out the games that spoke back to him just as much as he could speak to them. Enjoyable and also something to give himself a better challenge if a game was a little too easy. None of them were ever hard, per se and the one thing Shigaraki would never be is a game cheat.

No, he just felt like enjoying the feel of a plastic weapon in his hand and the aim at the screen and fire at the enemies popping up on the stage in front of him. Being able to hold something in his hand was foreign without a finger up, but it gave him so much more control and helped his score. It's a two player game, someone else could come back him up, join him or try to outdo him.

I will roll with just about any situation, just not dismemberment out of nowhere lol that kinda thing. If you're not sure you can hit me up at my discord, I'm in the Avalon room as Cytes or

tlymphoCytes!

Spiders. Great. That was definitely something he didn't like the sound of. However, it shouldn't be too hard. Not with shadow magic at least, he could try to use that to his advantage, having practiced and feeling confident. However, whomever he had been stuck with might have to ask themselves if they were going to both get out of this in one piece.

"Don't rush in and stay out of my way. Those two things will keep you alive." Rather, keep him from leaving annoying people to the spiders.

I dunno if you wanna do something else, but! Same as above, Discord or plurk if you're not sure!

Yet again mother nature was on his case. He had no doppelganger, even the cosmos knew enough to keep only one of Shigaraki at any one point. However, going in to murder things? He could do that. Mercenary work felt beneath him before he started feeling helpless and without direction, if something attacked him that was its own stupid fool action. Really he just needed to take out his frustrations at not knowing what he wanted to do with his life here. Especially with wanting to have been the one to dismantle his world, not have his world be dismantled and realizing if he wanted to do it, he may have to save it first.

It was a damning thing and the poor creature that made nary a noise before being dispatched and only after Shigaraki had found out just how deadly they could be. If his cohort was or wasn't good on the trail of figuring that out, that would be on them. He was there to kill what was going to try to kill them, blow some steam off in some life or death situations. That was what he needed to clear his head and what he would do. That was as far as he would go and any other person going further wouldn't find him on the road to elsewhere. This was good enough for him, for now.

If there was one thing Shigaraki had started to lean on, it was fighting as a way to get any energy he had out and done with. How it happened, he didn't care. This world wasn't as shitshow as his, according to him, just some of the people in it and those could come in time depending on his mood. However, he could've cared less how they handled a land that wasn't their own. If there was fighting, then fine, there was fighting. He would go fight. If there wasn't? Then there wasn't and he'd go either back on quests or lounge in his room playing games.

There wasn't really anything else he had to do. Well. Not nothing. Right now he was interested in hearing what people had to say, to see just how many dark hearts there were in this place. Or see just who was too pure for the challenge that might lay ahead of them. So, whatever they were both doing, Shigaraki had no problem looking the person over for a moment and then asking, "What do you think about the whole situation, pvp between our countries or otherwise?"

[It just so happens to be Izuku Midoriya who is walking by the outdoor patio on his way to run some errands. With a book or three in his arms and a small white goat trotting along behind him as he walks with his to-do list bubbling in his head.

... He's really not expecting to catch a glance of him sitting there enjoying some cake like it's a very normal day in a world without heroes or villains. But the other man is probably less than thrilled to see Izuku as well.]

... Ah-

[But as he's about to make a move it's his goat who is doing it first. Quickly bleating and trotting up to the patio to try and hop up on a chair and join- Shigaraki?!?!]

Toshichan-! Come here!!?

[GOAT NO]

Juuzou owed Shigaraki a favour, and Juuzou had decided to pay it back in a manner of his own making. No communication, no agreements, and absolutely no understanding that the decision wasn't his to make. Either way, the two had met up again; either intentionally or by unexpectedly running into one another. Of course their chatter would shift into recent events.

"There's probably gonna be a war, right..?" Juuzou asked, uncertainty lending a puzzled lilt to his tone. Both hands were occupied with candied apples skewered on sticks - covered with chocolate and decorated with sprinkles. His right hand offered one of the pair to Shigaraki whilst his left held his own snack close to his chest.

"I think it'll be fun. Besides, sometimes you just can't reason these things away, you know?

The arcade usually isn't Ochako's main haunt. She likes games as much as any person - she's a teenager, for crying out loud - but she never really had the spare change to really spend that much time in one for long. Not back home, anyway... Here in Avalon, because her funds weren't being siphoned off to her parents, or meticulously saved and sorted for various things, Ochako can afford the luxuries she didn't exactly have growing up. Plus, with the other girls pitching in with costs for groceries and everyday household items...she has a bit to spare. Quests, too, are abundant, and the monetary reward sometimes was rather fulfilling.

Beat Saber was one of her favorites of this particular arcade. Ochako always preferred games where she could move and be a little unrestrained. Rhythm games were her favorites, because it was like working out at the same time, while having fun at the same time!! As she's pulling off the VR headset and cleaning it off, Ochako notices a small crowd gathered around a particular game console, and makes her way over, curiously. What's all the commotion abou--

"Hey, don't push--ah!" She yelps, getting practically bodied by two larger and stockier boys moving past her to get a good look. Ochako stumbles, catching herself on the side of the console and throwing a glare in the direction of the two. "Ugh...why are boys such stupid jerks every time I come here?"

She's not expecting any answer, just speaking aloud, and pulls herself up with a huff. Honestly, she needs to come here at different times of the day...

[If there was ever a time, ever a time that he had a halfass thought that he would run into Midoriya again, it certainly wasn't because of a... Goat? It looked like a goat, mostly. At first his eyes snap to the clack of its feet on the chair up beside him, then to the owner who's out of his mind by the looks of it.]

Toshi? You poor thing.

[What if, instead, he slid a strawberry over just to torment Midoriya more. Not because he likes animals, no, not that. Then again, maybe it's an apology for the looming woman settling to the young man's shadow, half melting out of it to see just who it was that gave her charge so much instant grief. Luckily she doesn't stick around for long, just long enough to be sure the momentary startle is just that.

Without missing a beat, Shigaraki turns his head back to his cake to take another fork full to stuff in his face, specifically ignoring the strawberry in case he has to save them for the familiar. Someone has to be nice to it with a name like that.

After swallowing his food, he speaks.]

Naming it after someone like that should count as animal abuse.

Edited (shhhh) 2021-04-27 17:36 (UTC)

[Not you too, Shigaraki. His name for the goat is cute and fine... And yes, after the greatest hero in history. In his opinion.

But wow- He never thought he'd be one to witness the man eating cake. It's a strange sight to see and almost makes him get a strange feeling in the back of his spine for it.

Luckily his goat seems to look at the offered treat but he doesn't take it. For a moment glancing at the shadow to the man's side and blinking before looking down at the strawberry. He sits on the chair without eating it. After all, this creature is tied to Izuku's soul and magic.]

He likes the name... Or- ... any name he gets.

[Cough. Since Katsuki and Ochako both have given him alternate names.]

Unbeknownst to him, the favour had been paid. Taking the apple, he looked it over with a soft sigh. "Probably." Answered the taller man, "Society usually takes the easy way out instead of working for it or going with the humane methods." Him included. He preferred just destroying whatever was in his way. "Just like whatsherface that wants us to do some kind of Skyrim LARP for glory and honour in the name of Solitude city." Or whatever it was Vikings did.

As it was, Juuzou's company was nice in a way. Unconventionally so, but he knew how to hold a conversation that wasn't about how shitty Shigaraki was back home. It reminded him of how powerless he was here in comparison and why he kept stretching his limits to get more powerful. "Reason won't work with a lot of people, we should just take what we want and get done with it. I don't know why a King is trying to take a vote. Lead your people or step the hell aside." Okay but this apple is good and after a small bite of it he looks it over, huh. Good pick. Not something he would've picked. "Either way, it'll thin the herd at least."

Shigaraki's concentration was focused on the game. He was used to attention when he came to places like this because of his practiced skill. Brooding and supervillain-ing were only part time dreams when he was too young to lead an army. It was good to get back into it and continue in the direction of something mundane until he was strong enough again to start back on it. In what direction? He had no clue. Letting that world die would be just fine by him, but destroying it himself would be great. All of it had been a little much and the concentration on the game had given him a chance to get away from everything especially since he likely had to leave for a good, solid time if the crazy Viking longship lady decided it was go time.

However, the sound of a familiar voice caught him and he huffed softly, "Because you let them. But if they do it again and make you interrupt my concentration I'll handle it myself." Which was threatening enough that maybe people shouldn't be stupid. "Don't screw up my high score."

[Imagine that supervillains ate and slept and did all things humans did. Maybe that'd teach him to see them as something else? Probably not. The strawberry stayed where it was in case a mind got changed now or later.]

Yuki would have been a better name.

[Anything other than that, but he isn't here to argue he's here to try to enjoy his cake and maybe get himself something nice for the occasion. That something nice isn't Izuku.]

You're tense. I'm busy eating, I'll find a way to be a world destroyer after my snack.

A lot of those words seemed a little complex for what the situation was. Being a squad leader back home meant that he had been exposed to jargon and political speak, but that didn't mean that he completely understood what was being said. Juuzou at least managed to grasp the general concept of what Shigaraki was saying... Aside all of the video game references. He had only ever played a few of those in the past.

The candied apples were a solid choice; literally and figuratively. The sight of him attempting to gnaw at the hard, chocolate coated exterior with his back teeth was almost a feral sight. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't fit the entire fruit into his mouth. Despite the intense concentration that has wrinkled his brow and curled his lip into a lopsided snarl he still listened to what the familiar face had to say. Juuzou surrendered and decided to take a normal bite like a normal person... Even if his cheek was smudged with chocolate from his efforts.

"Wars can go on for a loooong time," The young man explained with a generous chunk of apple tucked into his cheek. "What'd these people do, anyway? Do you know?" Because he had not been paying much attention besides the gritty, basic details of the situation. Politics were boring, Juuzou just wanted to be instructed who to battle so that he could dive in and enjoy the thrill of the fight.

Edited (Minor correction.) 2021-04-29 03:12 (UTC)

The way he ate reminded him of a few people he knew back home, except Juuzou had a better way of doing it than they ever did. Some were literal animals that are now out of his life but you know. Thankfully. Well, aside the chocolate on his face. That was unsightly. "Chocolate, right here." he notes to Juuzou, taking little effort to do anything about it.

He nods his head, this is true, wars can go on forever really. "Not really. I'll be honest to tell you I don't really care. I just want to fight. Not right now. Right now I want to eat this." He held up the apple, pressing the parchment paper together to crack the fruit and be able to use his fingers to pull candied pieces of apple off of it and pop it into his mouth. "But soon," he said around a bite of his own, chewing and swallowing it. Damn that hit the spot. "This place will tell us its truth soon enough, Suzuya."

Ochako jumps a little bit when she notices the voice (and the one connected to the voice), immediately tense. Of all the people to run into, it had to be him. That would be her luck, wouldn't it? Ochako would have loved to pretend that Shigaraki didn't exist, and ignore his presence in both this and her own world, but that just isn't a possibility. At the least, there's nothing dangerous about anyone playing video games at and arcade, though she's still got her guard up. Ochako doesn't know his magic type, and while there's no reason he'd outwardly attack her unless she provoked him...she keeps her guard up regardless. She simply can't trust him right now. Maybe not ever.

"I don't let them do anything. I'm just not petty enough to start fights over something stupid...unless they keep doing it." Ochako is a patient sort, but even she's not some godly saint. She can give as well as she can take. Quietly, she watches Shigaraki play, nose scrunching up and leaning back and away from the screen. Ugh...god. She hates these types of games. Anything with horror, or zombies, she just...can't fucking deal. Not well, anyway. Still--

"...You're really good." She's going to just...focus on his score, not the game. Just the numbers on the bottom of the screen and-- "Hyeep!" God FUCKING damnit. Why on god's green earth does there have to be jumping leeches in this shit, that come from the corners?!

Juuzou perked up and turned his eyes to Shigaraki's gesture. "Oh, thanks!" The back of his wrist rubbed at the chocolate patch upon his cheek. There was at least a thinner mess by the time he had finished scrubbing at his face, but it had smudged further along his skin. An attempt was made.

"Hey, I like that attitude." Juuzou beamed. Only fighting and eating candy? That seemed like the perfect life for him. "But I don't really understand what you mean by the truth? Is it really that complicated?" His head tipped aside in contemplation with a short hum. Juuzou shrugged. "Let's just hope we get to have a good fight!"

...Alright, he had tried to get the chocolate off and made more a mess, but maybe Shigaraki will care later. Maybe. For now he just let it go.

Something about Juuzou let him know well ahead of time he liked the attitude of fighting and not caring why. Normally Shigaraki was more couth and more stealthy about his battles or picking them. However, he just wanted to get out the angry feeling that he couldn't manage. "We'll get to fight, one way or another there'll be fighting." That much he knew. That much was obvious. After finishing another chunk of apple he spoke up again, "As for truth... We'll find out in time if we're being used or if we're actually part of society. Have you ever notice that people like us are suddenly convenient when other sorts of people don't have the charisma or stamina to back up their talk?"

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