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expiationlogs2024-10-18 10:57 am
nitropowered) wrote in expiationlogs2024-10-18 10:57 am
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[open] don't you just want to wake up dark as a lake
Who: Katsuki Bakugo & YOU?
What: Blowing stuff up in the woods.
When: October 18th
Where: The woods somewhere.
Warnings: Explosions and damage to the forest. Grief.
Note: Feel free to reply with brackets and I'll respond in kind.
Katsuki hasn't slept since yesterday morning, when he'd awakened early as always to work out and get set up for the day and realized the house was empty except for him. That Izuku wasn't in his bed. Since then, it's mostly been looking for Izuku, flying around looking wherever he can think of. By the time the afternoon of this second day comes around, he's starting to feel the exhaustion, the fact he's been surviving off snacks between trips out to look.
The thing that's bigger than the exhaustion is the fear...fear that can't stay fear because Katsuki Bakugo is never afraid, not really. So it does what most of his overwhelming feelings do, it becomes anger. Fury. Rage. Something powerful that he can control instead of weak and powerless. So he turns and heads away from 'civilization' to the woods, somewhere he can blow off a little steam without doing any real damage.
It's likely that the explosions were audible and visible way before the boy himself is, but his voice is firm and full of repressed emotion as he calls out his attack names over and over, running through the rotation of them.
"Stun Grenade!"
A flash of bright light that bursts out from the epicenter of his hands, and-
"Howitzer Impact!"
He throws himself through the forest, barely avoiding the tops of trees as he spins in the air with his hands outstretched, then connects with the ground, blowing a massive impact crater in the middle of what used to be an idyllic clearing in the woods.
Standing in that crater, he pants for breath, red eyes scanning the area around the clearing, flicking back and forth, jaw clenched and brows furrowed, because this isn't really helping. The emotion is still there, he's just even more exhausted now. He sits down heavily in that impact crater, legs crossed, eyes sinking shut for a moment, just dealing with it as the emotions wash through him and make him feel a little sick.
When he hears a sound approaching him, he doesn't open his eyes more than a slit to verify it's not a wild animal.
"Yeah, what is it?"
What: Blowing stuff up in the woods.
When: October 18th
Where: The woods somewhere.
Warnings: Explosions and damage to the forest. Grief.
Note: Feel free to reply with brackets and I'll respond in kind.
Katsuki hasn't slept since yesterday morning, when he'd awakened early as always to work out and get set up for the day and realized the house was empty except for him. That Izuku wasn't in his bed. Since then, it's mostly been looking for Izuku, flying around looking wherever he can think of. By the time the afternoon of this second day comes around, he's starting to feel the exhaustion, the fact he's been surviving off snacks between trips out to look.
The thing that's bigger than the exhaustion is the fear...fear that can't stay fear because Katsuki Bakugo is never afraid, not really. So it does what most of his overwhelming feelings do, it becomes anger. Fury. Rage. Something powerful that he can control instead of weak and powerless. So he turns and heads away from 'civilization' to the woods, somewhere he can blow off a little steam without doing any real damage.
It's likely that the explosions were audible and visible way before the boy himself is, but his voice is firm and full of repressed emotion as he calls out his attack names over and over, running through the rotation of them.
"Stun Grenade!"
A flash of bright light that bursts out from the epicenter of his hands, and-
"Howitzer Impact!"
He throws himself through the forest, barely avoiding the tops of trees as he spins in the air with his hands outstretched, then connects with the ground, blowing a massive impact crater in the middle of what used to be an idyllic clearing in the woods.
Standing in that crater, he pants for breath, red eyes scanning the area around the clearing, flicking back and forth, jaw clenched and brows furrowed, because this isn't really helping. The emotion is still there, he's just even more exhausted now. He sits down heavily in that impact crater, legs crossed, eyes sinking shut for a moment, just dealing with it as the emotions wash through him and make him feel a little sick.
When he hears a sound approaching him, he doesn't open his eyes more than a slit to verify it's not a wild animal.
"Yeah, what is it?"
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Mostly because, well, people shouldn't be wandering off by themselves in this place. Or at least, that's what he's telling himself. And maybe because his hyper intuition is going off and he still hasn't really figured out how that all works other than it does what it does. Tsuna gets anger, and grief, and how someone would probably want to be alone for a bit but there's also the feeling that he might be able to help.
Maybe it's the curse of being a Sky, since there's also a good chance that Loser Tsuna could stick his foot in it.
He tries to at least keep his distance until he snaps a twig with an errant step and figures there's no point in hiding.]
Just, uh...figured I'd see if you were okay...
[ooc: hope this is cool]
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The woodland lurker that he is, the fire apparition has been watching from a distance for a little bit, now. His nap had been interrupted by explosions, though he hadn’t been concerned enough to move until they’d gotten closer.
As annoyed as he had been when the materials for their communal home had shown up under his favorite, sprawling tree, it now falls on Hiei’s shoulders to ward off its destruction, apparently. If only so that it was not Kurama coming out here to be very much annoyed to say the least if anything was damaged or caught fire.
He would be more appreciative of the power shown here if he hadn’t been woken up nor under obligation to ward this one off from his begrudged new “home”, instead simply watching from ground level, sword in hand, until he is noticed. He's made sure to step just so in order to do so, in fact.
“I appreciate your show of power, here, but you are coming too close to our home, out here.”