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shut your dirty mouth / power discovery, gore warning - Grey - 09-22-2018
It felt like he was hacking up his stomach this morning, like there was a big pile of squashed organs sitting within his bloodied throat. It’s not normal to cough up a brimming display of scarlet, splattered across the wooden floor of his home. The shape of it reminds him of fireworks, big and outstretched across the creaks and cracks. He’s gone three days without his painkillers, unable to leave the hut because of the wretched circumstance of his body. The sensations were horrific. Every fibre in his body repulsed by their own, stretching and pulling until they snapped from each other like broken elastic bands before suddenly melding back together. Bakugou wheezes a breath, sanguine oozing from his maw that became a red lake, dripping and painting the indifferent ground. He chokes as he stumbles and staggers to the door, neurons on fire. The door, his mind screams, the door. For so long he couldn’t stand the idea of finding a healer, but he was desperate now, shaking with madness. His trembled paws are hardly strong enough to hold up his body, the reaver smashing into the wall as he tries to use it to support himself to the door.
His eyes are heavy, constantly beginning to drop. The door, he repeats aimlessly. It is his goal. At least if he gets to the door, collapses in public sight, someone will come. But there is a new pain that begins to underline the membrane of his heart, like pins every time his heart beats and shudders with his lungs. His cells, spastic, continue to waver back and forth fragments of time and space. No one will save him. Who would? He’s done nothing really go gain The Typhoon’s respect. His rank meant nothing if no one so much as cared for him. But Bakugou’s body is possessed by a need to be saved, to be protected by this pain, drawing him closer and closer to his door before he fumbles over his paws and thuds against the ground. His breathing is faster now, an unearthly breath escapes his maw. Blood surging up his oesophagus for yet another hack, coughing and forcing it all out. Maybe this time it will be his small intestines that he feels, slithering and curling around his stomach like a snake. It’s as though all his organs are moving and returning, becoming another and becoming themselves.
Bakugou begins to heave his body, pulling and crawling towards the door that his mind continues to crave and shout. Suddenly, there is a loud, pitched yelp that leaves the ragdoll’s mouth. He crashes into the door, slamming his back against it. The reaver had been nowhere near the door and yet here he was, door swinging open from the impact as he lies tiredly, pain beginning to disappear. All there is left is blood and exhaustion.
[ ooc ] injuries include just cuts and scabs across his body from bakugou crashing into his own swords to get to the door. he’s also extremely exhausted. also, i thought i’d make bakugou’s teleportation discovery now to explain why he’s been missing for two-three days uwu
His eyes are heavy, constantly beginning to drop. The door, he repeats aimlessly. It is his goal. At least if he gets to the door, collapses in public sight, someone will come. But there is a new pain that begins to underline the membrane of his heart, like pins every time his heart beats and shudders with his lungs. His cells, spastic, continue to waver back and forth fragments of time and space. No one will save him. Who would? He’s done nothing really go gain The Typhoon’s respect. His rank meant nothing if no one so much as cared for him. But Bakugou’s body is possessed by a need to be saved, to be protected by this pain, drawing him closer and closer to his door before he fumbles over his paws and thuds against the ground. His breathing is faster now, an unearthly breath escapes his maw. Blood surging up his oesophagus for yet another hack, coughing and forcing it all out. Maybe this time it will be his small intestines that he feels, slithering and curling around his stomach like a snake. It’s as though all his organs are moving and returning, becoming another and becoming themselves.
Bakugou begins to heave his body, pulling and crawling towards the door that his mind continues to crave and shout. Suddenly, there is a loud, pitched yelp that leaves the ragdoll’s mouth. He crashes into the door, slamming his back against it. The reaver had been nowhere near the door and yet here he was, door swinging open from the impact as he lies tiredly, pain beginning to disappear. All there is left is blood and exhaustion.
[ ooc ] injuries include just cuts and scabs across his body from bakugou crashing into his own swords to get to the door. he’s also extremely exhausted. also, i thought i’d make bakugou’s teleportation discovery now to explain why he’s been missing for two-three days uwu
Re: shut your dirty mouth / power discovery, gore warning - the trash man - 09-23-2018
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the hell? linux watched on as the scene before her unfolded in a bizarre and almost supernatural manner - as bakugou wheezed in pain and spluttered his blood like he had just been in the fight of his life. but there could be no way that was possible right? no one had entered the typhoon with the intention of beating up baku so badly before leaving without a trace, and the reaver just simply could not have hauled himself all this way from outside of the typhoon's borders. he couldn't have. supernaturally spooky.
this world was so full of unknown wonders, so blessed with perfect coinscidences that cultivated in the very fact that linux was breathing today. every cell of her body working in tandem to produce a functioning munchkin kitten. she had not a single clue how, linux just knew it was true. so then how did a world so full of beautiful oddities produce some horrible tragedies too? for the sake of comedy? it was sickening.
not letting another moment go by in waste simply for baku to die an undignified death, linux set off wordlessly to try and retrieve one of the two medics. panting and severely out of breath, before returning once she had gotten one of their attentions.
[member=1660]JUNJI[/member] [member=1504]Silus R.[/member]
Re: shut your dirty mouth / power discovery, gore warning - Character Graveyard. - 09-24-2018
When Kirishima first discovered his earth elementals, he hadn't felt any pain or withdrawals. His discovery had gone smoothly and he had managed to avoid getting any injuries from the power. If anything, the power could be used as defense for him during fights and he could use it to protect his body if he happened to fall from tall heights, like he had done when he first discovered it. He knew that Katsuki had powers of his own too- fire elementals, similar to the powers he had in the old world.
The thick smell of blood quickly caught the Striker's attention and a concerned look in his eyes formed. If his nose was working properly, the smell of blood was coming from Katsuki's hut and before he can think, he found himself running as fast as he could towards his friend's hut. He would take a brief moment to catch his breath, before he looked at the Reaver.
"Katsuki." The young male whispered, panic in his tone as he took a seat at the other male's side, glaring at those gathering around. His friend had always been there when he had been hurt, so he felt like it was necessary to stay by Bakugou's side.
The thick smell of blood quickly caught the Striker's attention and a concerned look in his eyes formed. If his nose was working properly, the smell of blood was coming from Katsuki's hut and before he can think, he found himself running as fast as he could towards his friend's hut. He would take a brief moment to catch his breath, before he looked at the Reaver.
"Katsuki." The young male whispered, panic in his tone as he took a seat at the other male's side, glaring at those gathering around. His friend had always been there when he had been hurt, so he felt like it was necessary to stay by Bakugou's side.