10-13-2019, 01:36 PM
It's been a long time since he had been a part of a group. Once upon a time, he had lied about being a nomad, when he was taking one of his infamous breaks from responsibility. It was hard not to sometimes, to break away from his duties, when he knew he had the option. Ever since he had ended up like this, in some animal body and with little recollection of his death, his life had become messy. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he sure as hell didn't like who he was becoming.
Snowbound was a dying clan, anyone could see that. People were leaving left and right, and eventually only him, Izuku, and Atbash were left. It was hard to stick around when you could see the end coming clear as day. Aizawa wasn't nearly as determined as he used to be, not when he felt like his life hardly had any reason left.
He felt like a cliche, but the achy hollowness building up inside him felt real, and the fear of having to watch something he cared about fall apart again felt real, too. He wasn't ready for that, he wasn't strong enough.
So, with a heavy heart, he left.
It was a difficult choice. It made him feel like a jerk, abandoning the people he considered his friends, but he was afraid. He prided himself on his practical way of thinking. He hardly ever acted on emotions alone, but this was one of few instances where his mind got the better of him. He didn't regret going to the Pitt, interrupting their meeting, and threatening to kill their founder. But this time, he did regret his actions.
But life on his own had not been kind to him, that much was evident when he stepped up to the border of Elysium, body riddled with infected wounds and a limp in his walk. Not willing to go any further, he plops down, relieved to finally be able to sit down for a moment.
"Hello?" Aizawa calls out into the quiet of the early morning. He can't see anyone nearby, not yet. "I'm here to join." he isn't sure what to expect. He only wishes he had his capture weapon with him, but at least it was in good hands now.
//this sucks but i was really eager to write w/ him again
[member=183]izuku[/member]
"SPEECH"
Snowbound was a dying clan, anyone could see that. People were leaving left and right, and eventually only him, Izuku, and Atbash were left. It was hard to stick around when you could see the end coming clear as day. Aizawa wasn't nearly as determined as he used to be, not when he felt like his life hardly had any reason left.
He felt like a cliche, but the achy hollowness building up inside him felt real, and the fear of having to watch something he cared about fall apart again felt real, too. He wasn't ready for that, he wasn't strong enough.
So, with a heavy heart, he left.
It was a difficult choice. It made him feel like a jerk, abandoning the people he considered his friends, but he was afraid. He prided himself on his practical way of thinking. He hardly ever acted on emotions alone, but this was one of few instances where his mind got the better of him. He didn't regret going to the Pitt, interrupting their meeting, and threatening to kill their founder. But this time, he did regret his actions.
But life on his own had not been kind to him, that much was evident when he stepped up to the border of Elysium, body riddled with infected wounds and a limp in his walk. Not willing to go any further, he plops down, relieved to finally be able to sit down for a moment.
"Hello?" Aizawa calls out into the quiet of the early morning. He can't see anyone nearby, not yet. "I'm here to join." he isn't sure what to expect. He only wishes he had his capture weapon with him, but at least it was in good hands now.
//this sucks but i was really eager to write w/ him again
[member=183]izuku[/member]
"SPEECH"