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thenearshore2016-10-09 08:20 pm
explodokill) wrote in thenearshore2016-10-09 08:20 pm
hey, hey, hey, start:dash!!
Who: Team Enyo - Bakugou and Honoka - and open to disturbances by you!
What: Prayer #3
When: The night of May 2nd
Where: Some loud neighborhood that's about to get a whole lot louder before it gets quiet.
Warnings: Cover your dogs' ears, they're probably too young to hear words like this. Cats might be okay.
Enyo was kind of a badass. Bakugou wasn't too keen on her impartial attitude, refusing to take sides when gods were up against monsters, but he could acknowledge that his Quirk's destructive capabilities was strangely harmonious with her tendency to level cities.
His temple was a mess, ever-changing, yet to be determined by the acts he would perform under his new name, but the shrine accessible to mortals was a simple one. And his shinki seemed to love checking the mail.
So it would go, that Bakugou would sulk while Kousaka poured requests over his head, sometimes literally, and he would argue that most of this shit was none of his business. Then it got worse. He couldn't unsee them. He couldn't unhear them. People were praying to him and requesting his help -- people he could be saving as a hero, rather than aiding as a god, and wasn't that basically the same thing?
This neighborhood is so loud at night that my baby keeps waking up. I wish there was something I could do, but the cops won't quiet things down. I'm just so tired!
The more he tried to ignore it, the more he would hear it. Statues around his temple would whisper the request, then look back at him as if nothing had happened. Bird cries would suddenly become a pleading human voice. He wasn't going to be able to sleep.
"Kousaka, let's go. We're gonna punch the lights out of whatever's waking up that baby."
What: Prayer #3
When: The night of May 2nd
Where: Some loud neighborhood that's about to get a whole lot louder before it gets quiet.
Warnings: Cover your dogs' ears, they're probably too young to hear words like this. Cats might be okay.
Enyo was kind of a badass. Bakugou wasn't too keen on her impartial attitude, refusing to take sides when gods were up against monsters, but he could acknowledge that his Quirk's destructive capabilities was strangely harmonious with her tendency to level cities.
His temple was a mess, ever-changing, yet to be determined by the acts he would perform under his new name, but the shrine accessible to mortals was a simple one. And his shinki seemed to love checking the mail.
So it would go, that Bakugou would sulk while Kousaka poured requests over his head, sometimes literally, and he would argue that most of this shit was none of his business. Then it got worse. He couldn't unsee them. He couldn't unhear them. People were praying to him and requesting his help -- people he could be saving as a hero, rather than aiding as a god, and wasn't that basically the same thing?
This neighborhood is so loud at night that my baby keeps waking up. I wish there was something I could do, but the cops won't quiet things down. I'm just so tired!
The more he tried to ignore it, the more he would hear it. Statues around his temple would whisper the request, then look back at him as if nothing had happened. Bird cries would suddenly become a pleading human voice. He wasn't going to be able to sleep.
"Kousaka, let's go. We're gonna punch the lights out of whatever's waking up that baby."
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... Isn't this a terrible time to practice singing.
"Did you hear that?"
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Not that he has a problem with cats! Or a fondness for hurt animals!! But these other kids, he can see as they end up at a park within earshot of several homes, are never going to get the judges to push the button. They might make it viral on the internet for all the wrong reasons, but the noises coming out of their mouths cannot possibly be considered singing.
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"We should see if we can do anything!" She'll follow after him and- those are definitely not cats. Those are people. People singing at midnight? Who does things like this? "Can we ask them to stop?"
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As they approach the girl gang, Bakugou can't help but size them up for a fight. Observe: three girls in the local high school uniform trying desperately to harmonize while a fourth barks out criticisms of their dance routine.
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe!
Explosions build up in his palms. "Get a fucking room, will you?!"
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Honoka jumps when Bakugou starts yelling at them. "I-I mean. It's midnight and people are trying to sleep..."
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She doesn't seem impressed by the explosions. In fact, she's ignoring the god entirely, focusing on what she sees as the easier target. Her eyes glint with something more than the light of malice. Is it something supernatural? It's going to sound stupid if Bakugou says it, but he swears he might be able to feel a presence of some kind around these girls.
The others quiet down while their leader speaks, but she turns around and snaps at them, "Did I tell you to stop practicing?!"
"N- No, but..." one dares to argue.
"Then take it from the top."
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"I don't think they're paying attention to us..."
npcs you to death
Nobody ignores him. Nobody suggests he's dating this weird girl who turns into a microphone and doesn't know what a hero is. The chorus swells up, inciting pained howls from stray dogs.
"How's this, brat?" The leader's voice is deeper now, dual-layered; a spirit is definitely possessing her. She gestures to a policeman walking past. "We'll conscript this human as a judge for a sing-off. If my girls and I win, we clobber you and you join the band. If we lose, I'll find a new vessel. I'm getting a little bored anyway."
what a good death
"We'll win." And then immediately looking over at her god. Right? They can actually win this, right? She's not sure what kind of fight they're about to have but Bakugou's pretty strong, right?
Boy she hopes she didn't make a terrible mistake.
i guess this is macross now
The more her lackeys sing, the brighter the shimmering bubble around her gets.
He is not singing. But his explosions do nothing at close range or at a distance. Over and over, no matter how much he charges, she seems to have the upper hand. And they've all got that damn song stuck in their head now, that's for sure.
There's gotta be another way to take her down, he thinks, but it's her turn now. No microphone necessary, she sings a few strong notes and a blast of energy comes flying at the god and shinki.
it sure is
She has no idea what's going on here, she was expecting a physical fight, maybe Bakugou punching the leader. But instead there's... this? She's not even sure what to call it, but it looks like Bakugou's not getting anything done like that.
And the blast of energy has her knocked to her back. "Make me a microphone!"
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The barrier flickers. Her lackeys have the good sense to flee. Their footsteps make no sound as they pound the pavement, breathing labored from hours of forced practice.
This is the sound of silence.Bakugou brandishes Honoka in one hand, keeping her pointed at their opponent, and uses his other hand to launch an explosion at the weakening barrier. He'll look a gift horse in the mouth later.
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This is indeed the sound of silence. Sound manipulation's a useful skill- not that it does anything to anybody who's power has anything to do with any other avenue. But here she can silence the spirit and the girl- and coincidentally the explosion is silent as well.
Look, she hasn't practiced. If Bakugou wants her to pick and choose they'll need to work on it.
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It's a shame that Honoka can't hear him when he asks what the fuck she did.
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"It worked out!" She wasn't totally sure what her power was, but considering the last time she was a microphone, it looks like something about sound.
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The restless spirit disappears before it can be followed. If he wasn't pissed off before, he sure is now. At least he can grill his shinki about this new development.
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"I guess so? I think only when I look like this though." There's a little pause. "So you have to turn me into a microphone before I can do anything during fights."
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Sound manipulation of some kind. That's nothing new to him, but to her it must be a wild ride. When someone discovers a Quirk for the first time -- when they make a new power their own --
"We should see what else you can do."
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"I can mute people for a while and... didn't you yell into me that one time and get a lot louder?" As far as she knows that's the most she can do.