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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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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.