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WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ] - NUI HARIME - 08-22-2018
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Snow crunches softly underfoot. She treads lightly, willing her presence not to be noticed by the Pittians. Not because of fear-- there is no shred of respect in her being for infantile life forms. They mean dirt to her-- She'd rather not be bothered with creatures who try much to hard to be feared (and fail miserably.) Like children who stayed up far past their bedtime, and grew obscenely grandoise and self centered ideas. There was no hate to be had. No fear. Only a cold, calm indifference.
Either way, she cannot be interrupted this fine evening. She has a place to go. A face to see, and a plan to set into motion.
She was there at the meeting. Had seen the ferocious savagery of rage sink into Izuku's gaze like ink upon paper as he charged for Stryker. Lurking beneath that dragon, was an untappered well of cruelty. A gold mine. Soft gold, waiting to be molded into a tool that could be used to slice the neck of the enemy.
And she knew the cause of that deep, insurmountable disdain he displayed earlier.
Friendship and love was a powerful motivator. And she learned long ago to never underestimate it, as icky as such sappy sentiment was. Things that pumped through the veins. Made the heart go thump thump thump. With tenderness and both rage alike. Emotions were like tornados; they came in and swept you off your feet if you didn't know how to handle them. Even greater still they could be used as weapons.
Kirishama's capture. Snowbound's fall at the banquet hall. That was all the proof she needed.
It was easy to see. Easy to read like an open book, and she knew just how to make the emotions of others work for her.
She was no actress. But she was good at lying, and lying to herself. All it would take was a little nudge in the right direction. Approach him as the helpless and frustrated gal, itching to bring retribution to the Pittians that they hated so, and the spark would be lit.
The Polarheart stood before Izuku's cabin, steeling herself. Her posture stooped, body trembling with barely restrained rage and helplessness, twinkling eye muted like a flame put out. Perfect. Not too over the top. Not too subtle either. The perfect image of a strong willed gal struggling with the feeling of uselessness.
Her paw raps upon the door quietly. Time to nurture the flame.
"Izuku? May we talk? I worry... for Snowbound and Atbash," bubbly voice gone. Still pitched and feminine, yet replaced with deep faux sincerity. She could only ease herself into this. Start with a genuine, earnest sounding topic. Express rage and hopelessness. Suggest ways to combat it in only the way that oppressed civillains knew how. Fighting back, and doing so with a vehemenance.
[member=183]izuku[/member]
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
Snow crunches softly underfoot. She treads lightly, willing her presence not to be noticed by the Pittians. Not because of fear-- there is no shred of respect in her being for infantile life forms. They mean dirt to her-- She'd rather not be bothered with creatures who try much to hard to be feared (and fail miserably.) Like children who stayed up far past their bedtime, and grew obscenely grandoise and self centered ideas. There was no hate to be had. No fear. Only a cold, calm indifference.
Either way, she cannot be interrupted this fine evening. She has a place to go. A face to see, and a plan to set into motion.
She was there at the meeting. Had seen the ferocious savagery of rage sink into Izuku's gaze like ink upon paper as he charged for Stryker. Lurking beneath that dragon, was an untappered well of cruelty. A gold mine. Soft gold, waiting to be molded into a tool that could be used to slice the neck of the enemy.
And she knew the cause of that deep, insurmountable disdain he displayed earlier.
Friendship and love was a powerful motivator. And she learned long ago to never underestimate it, as icky as such sappy sentiment was. Things that pumped through the veins. Made the heart go thump thump thump. With tenderness and both rage alike. Emotions were like tornados; they came in and swept you off your feet if you didn't know how to handle them. Even greater still they could be used as weapons.
Kirishama's capture. Snowbound's fall at the banquet hall. That was all the proof she needed.
It was easy to see. Easy to read like an open book, and she knew just how to make the emotions of others work for her.
She was no actress. But she was good at lying, and lying to herself. All it would take was a little nudge in the right direction. Approach him as the helpless and frustrated gal, itching to bring retribution to the Pittians that they hated so, and the spark would be lit.
The Polarheart stood before Izuku's cabin, steeling herself. Her posture stooped, body trembling with barely restrained rage and helplessness, twinkling eye muted like a flame put out. Perfect. Not too over the top. Not too subtle either. The perfect image of a strong willed gal struggling with the feeling of uselessness.
Her paw raps upon the door quietly. Time to nurture the flame.
"Izuku? May we talk? I worry... for Snowbound and Atbash," bubbly voice gone. Still pitched and feminine, yet replaced with deep faux sincerity. She could only ease herself into this. Start with a genuine, earnest sounding topic. Express rage and hopelessness. Suggest ways to combat it in only the way that oppressed civillains knew how. Fighting back, and doing so with a vehemenance.
[member=183]izuku[/member]
© MADI
Re: WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ] - arcy - 08-23-2018
Izuku was not a cruel person by nature. He'd always been a protector, and even then he'd never tried to hurt people more than necessary. But time, and circumstances, change people. In his time on his own, Izuku had learned how to be cruel. He'd learned how to hurt people, where to put his claws. He knew how to kill. He didn't want to. He didn't want to kill, but he'd done it thrice. Izuku had irreversibly changed in those few months. As much as he tried to make up for it, by becoming a Frosthealer, because he didn't want to be a villain, it just wasn't enough. Izuku antagonized people sometimes and his grins were sharp. He was restless, these days, practically itching for a fight. He'd been disgusted by the blood and gore once he was safe just because he didn't want to be a villain, but Izuku just ... He's not sure. He wanted a fight. Wanted to rip his claws through somebody's fur. He got into scuffles sometimes, but he always held himself back. But then, well, there were those times when Izuku saw his friends get hurt and he saw red.
Maybe it was for the better that Nui approaches him like this, really. Izuku wouldn't turn down a simple training lesson, but there was a certain aversion Izuku had towards cruelty. He didn't want to be a villain and he shouldn't want to hurt people. But he did and he didn't know what to do. Maybe All Might was wrong in picking Izuku as his successor when it only took under a year for Izuku to collapse in on himself like this. He was really just trying to pick up the shambles of his life, honestly. He wasn't sure what he was trying to piece himself together into anymore, though. Midoriya Izuku, hero in training? Or just .. Izuku. Snowbound's Frosthealer and Snowseeker, basically their self-appointed protector? it's hard to tell, some days.
"Nui?" He didn't expect to see Nui on his doorstep. They didn't know each other terribly, terribly well, but Izuku was never opposed to talking to any of his clanmates. There's an obvious sort of worrying, fretting, that Izuku showed near constantly. Izuku cared for his clanmates far more than he probably, healthily should, and it made him anxious and jittery in high stress situations like this, just because he didn't know how to take care of them or protect them. "O -- Of course! What do you need?" The dragon's tail gives a swish as he shuffles down a little closer, so he wasn't just .. looming over her. He liked being big, sometimes, because it made opponents hesitate or made them easier to take down or they'd just leave him alone. But he didn't like being bigger than his clanmates, because it made them harder to talk to or approach or .. something. He's not sure, but it was a little stressful.
Maybe it was for the better that Nui approaches him like this, really. Izuku wouldn't turn down a simple training lesson, but there was a certain aversion Izuku had towards cruelty. He didn't want to be a villain and he shouldn't want to hurt people. But he did and he didn't know what to do. Maybe All Might was wrong in picking Izuku as his successor when it only took under a year for Izuku to collapse in on himself like this. He was really just trying to pick up the shambles of his life, honestly. He wasn't sure what he was trying to piece himself together into anymore, though. Midoriya Izuku, hero in training? Or just .. Izuku. Snowbound's Frosthealer and Snowseeker, basically their self-appointed protector? it's hard to tell, some days.
"Nui?" He didn't expect to see Nui on his doorstep. They didn't know each other terribly, terribly well, but Izuku was never opposed to talking to any of his clanmates. There's an obvious sort of worrying, fretting, that Izuku showed near constantly. Izuku cared for his clanmates far more than he probably, healthily should, and it made him anxious and jittery in high stress situations like this, just because he didn't know how to take care of them or protect them. "O -- Of course! What do you need?" The dragon's tail gives a swish as he shuffles down a little closer, so he wasn't just .. looming over her. He liked being big, sometimes, because it made opponents hesitate or made them easier to take down or they'd just leave him alone. But he didn't like being bigger than his clanmates, because it made them harder to talk to or approach or .. something. He's not sure, but it was a little stressful.
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]
Re: WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ] - NUI HARIME - 08-24-2018
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Her ploy has worked, she notes with much pleasure, though she does not allow the immer of satisfaction to break the surface. A true after never tears down their facade. Cracking a smile in the middle of a vulnerable moment was certainly something to think about though, huh?
Ease your way into it, Harime.
She knows he already has the experience. The motivation-- also she needs to do is assure him that it's okay for him that it is okay to allow that little seed of seething sadism take root. Grow and grow and nurture it until it turned absolutely choking. Assure him that he's doing it to protect his clanmates-- that the enemy deserves it. Nui herself, is sure that Izuku perhaps already believes that truth to some extent. She just needs to make him realize it.
She'll burn that bridge when she gets there.
To her, this was a task. To transform the loving, yet fierce medic into a ruthless being excited her to no end! Harime would enjoy seeing the work of what she had sown coming to fruitation. She wanted to quiver, but alas. Such actions must be withheld.
She did things to her liking and her choosing, and if it meant transforming a determined boy into a creature unafraid to display cruel behavior towards his opponents more often, unabated-- then she would do so. She simply did it she considered it an art. Carrying out the things that no one else would do, if not for the sheer, simple chaotic beauty of it all.
She idly lifted a paw to twirl one of her locks around a perfectly svelte digit, appearing bashful and even a bit ashamed.
"I hope I'm not bothering you. I suppose all I really need... Is someone to talk to," She takes a ginger pause, making a show of flexing her throat lightly; akin to one swallowing back bitter, stinging tears and anger, and struggling to hide it.
"I want to do something, but I don't want to risk Atbash. They don't... Have the right to trample all over us, and if not for her being held ransom, Snowbound wouldn't be subject to their senseless torture," Hah. Hardly torture. Pissants, the lot of then were. She'd seen more action from a mother 'disciplining' their child than the Pitt ever did in their week of being here. Utterly lackluster. She'd been expecting more. Nui reveled in the idea of subjugation because of the blood and tears that came with living-- an experience for her, if you will, and the mistifying feel of being underneath someone's boot heel for once, as incriminating as it was.
The height of brutality during the takeover had been when Stryker speared Atbash's eyeball like meat on a kabob, and that had spoken shrill volumes.
But recently, so far all she had witnessed from what had been a promising group of intriguing enemies appeared to make them fit more with the meek classification of cliche Pixar villains.
And yes, I know about trivial things like 'Pixar.' I know of it all. Even you, my dear reader, peeking at me through walls of text. How are you?
Now. Back to the issue at hand.
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
Her ploy has worked, she notes with much pleasure, though she does not allow the immer of satisfaction to break the surface. A true after never tears down their facade. Cracking a smile in the middle of a vulnerable moment was certainly something to think about though, huh?
Ease your way into it, Harime.
She knows he already has the experience. The motivation-- also she needs to do is assure him that it's okay for him that it is okay to allow that little seed of seething sadism take root. Grow and grow and nurture it until it turned absolutely choking. Assure him that he's doing it to protect his clanmates-- that the enemy deserves it. Nui herself, is sure that Izuku perhaps already believes that truth to some extent. She just needs to make him realize it.
She'll burn that bridge when she gets there.
To her, this was a task. To transform the loving, yet fierce medic into a ruthless being excited her to no end! Harime would enjoy seeing the work of what she had sown coming to fruitation. She wanted to quiver, but alas. Such actions must be withheld.
She did things to her liking and her choosing, and if it meant transforming a determined boy into a creature unafraid to display cruel behavior towards his opponents more often, unabated-- then she would do so. She simply did it she considered it an art. Carrying out the things that no one else would do, if not for the sheer, simple chaotic beauty of it all.
She idly lifted a paw to twirl one of her locks around a perfectly svelte digit, appearing bashful and even a bit ashamed.
"I hope I'm not bothering you. I suppose all I really need... Is someone to talk to," She takes a ginger pause, making a show of flexing her throat lightly; akin to one swallowing back bitter, stinging tears and anger, and struggling to hide it.
"I want to do something, but I don't want to risk Atbash. They don't... Have the right to trample all over us, and if not for her being held ransom, Snowbound wouldn't be subject to their senseless torture," Hah. Hardly torture. Pissants, the lot of then were. She'd seen more action from a mother 'disciplining' their child than the Pitt ever did in their week of being here. Utterly lackluster. She'd been expecting more. Nui reveled in the idea of subjugation because of the blood and tears that came with living-- an experience for her, if you will, and the mistifying feel of being underneath someone's boot heel for once, as incriminating as it was.
The height of brutality during the takeover had been when Stryker speared Atbash's eyeball like meat on a kabob, and that had spoken shrill volumes.
But recently, so far all she had witnessed from what had been a promising group of intriguing enemies appeared to make them fit more with the meek classification of cliche Pixar villains.
And yes, I know about trivial things like 'Pixar.' I know of it all. Even you, my dear reader, peeking at me through walls of text. How are you?
Now. Back to the issue at hand.
© MADI
Re: WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ] - arcy - 08-26-2018
Despite his initial suspicion of Nui towards the beginning, Izuku probably trusted Nui unconditionally at this point. Not because Nui had really done anything to earn this, but just because she was a clanmate and Izuku didn't think his clanmates would hurt or manipulate him. Y'know, despite the incident with Stryker. The dragon's eyes are still wide as he watches Nui with a tilted head. And then, rather violently, he shakes it.
"No, you could never bother me!" He chirrups rather forcefully, tail giving a thump against the ground. Helping his clanmates out where he could was probably the only thing that gave him joy these days. That was a little sad to say, but it was true. I mean, his life was a bit of a wreck, and just because Izuku displayed some chaotic tendencies didn't mean he hadn't retained those from when he wanted to be a hero. He wanted to help people, even if he couldn't be a hero. Even so, he just tilts his head as Nui continues, making to wrap his tail around his back paws. His ears flatten back. "They don't," He agrees. They didn't have the right. Sometimes, all Izuku wanted to do was tear his claws through their pelts and chase them out. If it weren't for Atbash's unfortunate state as some sort of hostage, he probably would have picked a fight already, to be honest. There was nothing Izuku loved more than a good fight, at least if he figured people deserved it. He swallow hard. Nui wanted to help. But how would they do that? Izuku .. wasn't that good at plans. He used to be. People used to turn to him for help and advice because Izuku knew everything. He could take apart everything piece by piece until he understood. But Izuku .. wasn't like that anymore. He didn't have plans, all he had was blood on his claws and instincts guiding him. He takes in a deep, ragged breath and allows Nui a little grin. It's a little shaky, but his tail gives a thump. "O .. okay. Do you have anything in mind, specifically?" He allows her a chance to speak first, even as he slowly lumbers his way to his feet, ear flicking.
//sorry i havent been able to reply till now wheezE
"No, you could never bother me!" He chirrups rather forcefully, tail giving a thump against the ground. Helping his clanmates out where he could was probably the only thing that gave him joy these days. That was a little sad to say, but it was true. I mean, his life was a bit of a wreck, and just because Izuku displayed some chaotic tendencies didn't mean he hadn't retained those from when he wanted to be a hero. He wanted to help people, even if he couldn't be a hero. Even so, he just tilts his head as Nui continues, making to wrap his tail around his back paws. His ears flatten back. "They don't," He agrees. They didn't have the right. Sometimes, all Izuku wanted to do was tear his claws through their pelts and chase them out. If it weren't for Atbash's unfortunate state as some sort of hostage, he probably would have picked a fight already, to be honest. There was nothing Izuku loved more than a good fight, at least if he figured people deserved it. He swallow hard. Nui wanted to help. But how would they do that? Izuku .. wasn't that good at plans. He used to be. People used to turn to him for help and advice because Izuku knew everything. He could take apart everything piece by piece until he understood. But Izuku .. wasn't like that anymore. He didn't have plans, all he had was blood on his claws and instincts guiding him. He takes in a deep, ragged breath and allows Nui a little grin. It's a little shaky, but his tail gives a thump. "O .. okay. Do you have anything in mind, specifically?" He allows her a chance to speak first, even as he slowly lumbers his way to his feet, ear flicking.
//sorry i havent been able to reply till now wheezE
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]
Re: WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ] - NUI HARIME - 08-26-2018
his attention, his concern was wholly and completely upon her-- she would use this to her advantage.
a sparkling cerulean eye glittered as izuku assured her lack of ire. her response is immediate, a hopeful, nervous little smile flitting across her face. not quite reaching her cheeks.
"that's good then," she begins, noting with satisfaction the way he seems to tense and his ears flick backwards as she declares at the pitt's lack of right for controlling them so viciously. she wonders vaguely if her statement has gotten him going yet. if it's enough to start to kindle the small smoke into a tiny little wreath of baby flame.
the moment he gives her a chance to talk, nui's heart trembles with satisfaction. it's her time to shine. she must do this right, and she must do this carefully.
"well," she begins carefully, trailing off as she finds the words to speak. gathering her thoughts... sifts through her brain for something to start with. she must not come off too strong. "with only the two of us, we can only do so much. but i think I have an idea? it's flimsy at best." it's not too hard to keep her voice unsure, but contemplative. the art of planting an idea into someone's head is to do it slowly, but surely. faking it until she makes it? she knows how to do that well.
"you ever wonder why stryker let atbash walk freely?" she sits onto her haunches. crosses her perfectly coiffed tail around her paws and glances around furtively. as if checking for any observers. then lowers her voice into a whisper. "between you and me, i think he's getting stupidly bold. she's not even being guarded, and god knows he and his little minions can't watch her 24/7."
there's a ginger pause before she continues once more.
"what if we get her into a safe space? or surround her with our clanmates, then he'll have nothing to threaten us with, and maybe... we can have a chance,"
she licks her lips with a fat little tongue as pink as her clothing, and pauses with thought. "he's always on about this nonsense of us abandoning our pacifism." another pause. give him time to proess the information, and to reinforce the image of a clanner unravelling a careful plan with much thought. to spout her scheme so seamlessly could lead to suspicion. she's made far too much progress to falter now.
"now that i... think about it... maybe this is his way of trying to prove his wicked philosophy. provoking us enough to lash out with the takeover?" she emphasizes the word wicked with vehement fervor, before shaking her head ruefully. it's shocking to her, how easily she's able to color her speech with emotion. as simple as she is, flat in personality and ideology, she's stunningly perceptive. frighteningly so. she's not just wicked innocence, but a cunning calculativeness about her. one she hides well. picking out the chinks in the armor with stryker's takeover would be child's play.
"i don't like the thought, but i think the only way out of this is to give him what he wants. snowbound has to fight back eventually; without the risk of atbash hanging over our heads. im sure others will join in... i guess? it's all about waiting for the right time." keep it simple. don't be too daring.
then a round little eye hardens. claws unsheathe. dig into the floor beneath her. time to water the seed. "but with what he has done to us. to tsuyu and atbash... we have to do a lot more than just fight back when we reclaim our pride. I feel like... we have to make them hurt." a hesitant eye turned to the dragon that dwarfed her. "is it bad if i want that?" she needs confirmation. will he bend to the needs of revenge? revenge, which could be used to pave the way for ruthless violence towards those who inspired the ire of the dragon. no mercy for anyone.
// its all right with me!
take ur time honestly.
a sparkling cerulean eye glittered as izuku assured her lack of ire. her response is immediate, a hopeful, nervous little smile flitting across her face. not quite reaching her cheeks.
"that's good then," she begins, noting with satisfaction the way he seems to tense and his ears flick backwards as she declares at the pitt's lack of right for controlling them so viciously. she wonders vaguely if her statement has gotten him going yet. if it's enough to start to kindle the small smoke into a tiny little wreath of baby flame.
the moment he gives her a chance to talk, nui's heart trembles with satisfaction. it's her time to shine. she must do this right, and she must do this carefully.
"well," she begins carefully, trailing off as she finds the words to speak. gathering her thoughts... sifts through her brain for something to start with. she must not come off too strong. "with only the two of us, we can only do so much. but i think I have an idea? it's flimsy at best." it's not too hard to keep her voice unsure, but contemplative. the art of planting an idea into someone's head is to do it slowly, but surely. faking it until she makes it? she knows how to do that well.
"you ever wonder why stryker let atbash walk freely?" she sits onto her haunches. crosses her perfectly coiffed tail around her paws and glances around furtively. as if checking for any observers. then lowers her voice into a whisper. "between you and me, i think he's getting stupidly bold. she's not even being guarded, and god knows he and his little minions can't watch her 24/7."
there's a ginger pause before she continues once more.
"what if we get her into a safe space? or surround her with our clanmates, then he'll have nothing to threaten us with, and maybe... we can have a chance,"
she licks her lips with a fat little tongue as pink as her clothing, and pauses with thought. "he's always on about this nonsense of us abandoning our pacifism." another pause. give him time to proess the information, and to reinforce the image of a clanner unravelling a careful plan with much thought. to spout her scheme so seamlessly could lead to suspicion. she's made far too much progress to falter now.
"now that i... think about it... maybe this is his way of trying to prove his wicked philosophy. provoking us enough to lash out with the takeover?" she emphasizes the word wicked with vehement fervor, before shaking her head ruefully. it's shocking to her, how easily she's able to color her speech with emotion. as simple as she is, flat in personality and ideology, she's stunningly perceptive. frighteningly so. she's not just wicked innocence, but a cunning calculativeness about her. one she hides well. picking out the chinks in the armor with stryker's takeover would be child's play.
"i don't like the thought, but i think the only way out of this is to give him what he wants. snowbound has to fight back eventually; without the risk of atbash hanging over our heads. im sure others will join in... i guess? it's all about waiting for the right time." keep it simple. don't be too daring.
then a round little eye hardens. claws unsheathe. dig into the floor beneath her. time to water the seed. "but with what he has done to us. to tsuyu and atbash... we have to do a lot more than just fight back when we reclaim our pride. I feel like... we have to make them hurt." a hesitant eye turned to the dragon that dwarfed her. "is it bad if i want that?" she needs confirmation. will he bend to the needs of revenge? revenge, which could be used to pave the way for ruthless violence towards those who inspired the ire of the dragon. no mercy for anyone.
// its all right with me!
take ur time honestly.IS DRY
BEFORE MY BODY
Re: WICKED ENDS [ P : IZUKU ] - arcy - 09-04-2018
Izuku knew even small numbers of people could do wonders. Duos, trios, whatever. Just because it was the two of them it didn't mean that they couldn't do anything, right? Izuku listens regardless, ear flicking. He doesn't seem very off put by Nui's warnings, eyes still just as focused as he peers down at the feline. And then he nods as he speaks of Atbash. He .. hated Stryker. The jackass thought he was better than them. He was just dirt beneath Izuku's damn claws as far as Izuku cared, and Nui was absolutely right in believing the lion was getting too bold. Izuku huffs harshly at this thought, and it could definitely be taken as some sort of sneer. Izuku hasn't hated anyone in his life as much as he hates Stryker.
"I don't think there's a real pacifistic way out of this mess, anyways," Izuku says, and there's something sharp and toothy to the little grin on Izuku's face. He's been fucking itching to fuck shit up, and the way Nui is bringing this up is definitely encouraging him. Izuku is definitely less pacifistic than he lets on, though -- more cruel than he lets on, even. Even without provocation. There's always been a persistent itch for blood, after all, and it's not something he ever acknowledges. He doesn't, because bloodlust isn't something a hero should feel, right? All Might would be disappointed. .. As much as Izuku misses the serval's presence, though, he's definitely glad that the other is absent. Not only so he doesn't have to be involved in this Pitt stuff, but also because he doesn't have to see the ease that all of this comes to him. And .. Aizawa too, actually. And all of his classmates? Izuku just. He's .. not the kid any of them knew. And now Izuku is alone because Tsuyu turned and somehow, it's a relief. It's just him and his clanmates and they .. wouldn't turn on him even if he was maybe a little screwed up, right? Right???
His tail flicks. Izuku shouldn't give in. He really shouldn't. But, without a second thought, he does, ducking his head, and he's grinning. Still sharp, still with some sort of hidden monster just beneath the surface.
"No," He assures, and the words come with ease. His grin softens a little, becomes a little warmer as he shakes his head. He .. well. He didn't think Nui was bad for wanting people to hurt, even if Izuku thought so of himself. Which was maybe contrasting, but Izuku certainly had higher morality expectations of himself than anybody else. He was a hero. He .. used to be a hero. Wanted to be one. And now he was just ... this sad fucking dragon, yearning for blood, and wasn't that fucked up? He takes a deep, steadying breath in. "I ... I'd be lying if I said I didn't ... want to hurt them, either." That's ... a little played down. He wants to burn them. Rip their fucking throats out, see them die. Slowly, maybe. He knows he'll have like, ten breakdowns after the whole thing is over for these feelings, because he doesn't want to hurt people in the same way. But .. well. Well. After a moment, he shakes his head again. "I -- It's a good plan, though!" He offers after a long moment, making a little chirr sound in his throat. Good start. Part of him is itching to take it apart and come up with something better, something good, though, but Izuku can't. Like there's some sort of mental block. Fuck. Everything is wrong, especially him, and he's just ... He's not sure.
//aghsdjkadfj thanks
[s]oof tho im a little too late now rip[/s]
"I don't think there's a real pacifistic way out of this mess, anyways," Izuku says, and there's something sharp and toothy to the little grin on Izuku's face. He's been fucking itching to fuck shit up, and the way Nui is bringing this up is definitely encouraging him. Izuku is definitely less pacifistic than he lets on, though -- more cruel than he lets on, even. Even without provocation. There's always been a persistent itch for blood, after all, and it's not something he ever acknowledges. He doesn't, because bloodlust isn't something a hero should feel, right? All Might would be disappointed. .. As much as Izuku misses the serval's presence, though, he's definitely glad that the other is absent. Not only so he doesn't have to be involved in this Pitt stuff, but also because he doesn't have to see the ease that all of this comes to him. And .. Aizawa too, actually. And all of his classmates? Izuku just. He's .. not the kid any of them knew. And now Izuku is alone because Tsuyu turned and somehow, it's a relief. It's just him and his clanmates and they .. wouldn't turn on him even if he was maybe a little screwed up, right? Right???
His tail flicks. Izuku shouldn't give in. He really shouldn't. But, without a second thought, he does, ducking his head, and he's grinning. Still sharp, still with some sort of hidden monster just beneath the surface.
"No," He assures, and the words come with ease. His grin softens a little, becomes a little warmer as he shakes his head. He .. well. He didn't think Nui was bad for wanting people to hurt, even if Izuku thought so of himself. Which was maybe contrasting, but Izuku certainly had higher morality expectations of himself than anybody else. He was a hero. He .. used to be a hero. Wanted to be one. And now he was just ... this sad fucking dragon, yearning for blood, and wasn't that fucked up? He takes a deep, steadying breath in. "I ... I'd be lying if I said I didn't ... want to hurt them, either." That's ... a little played down. He wants to burn them. Rip their fucking throats out, see them die. Slowly, maybe. He knows he'll have like, ten breakdowns after the whole thing is over for these feelings, because he doesn't want to hurt people in the same way. But .. well. Well. After a moment, he shakes his head again. "I -- It's a good plan, though!" He offers after a long moment, making a little chirr sound in his throat. Good start. Part of him is itching to take it apart and come up with something better, something good, though, but Izuku can't. Like there's some sort of mental block. Fuck. Everything is wrong, especially him, and he's just ... He's not sure.
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[s]oof tho im a little too late now rip[/s]
[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]