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gameofmana2016-09-11 06:45 pm
frigidi) wrote in gameofmana2016-09-11 06:45 pm
you're hot then you're cold.
who: shouto todoroki and anyone else!
what: the latest arrival is having a hard time coping with his sudden loss of quirk (superpower)
where: outside of home
when: early evening
other: nothing to note. he's just a confused and upset (?) teen who can't understand why he can't freeze or set shit on fire anymore;;
[he felt it as soon as he got here. eyes opening wide, barely registering the room he woke up in. not being in the dorms? that didn't matter. there was such a significant emptiness in the very pit of his stomach that made him feel.incredibly anxious and sick. shouto's head was spinning and all he could do was stare at his shaking hands- trying so hard to will anything to happen. anything at all.
but there was nothing.
no familiar crisp in the air before the chill came, no ice coating the bed or floor around him. and he didn't feel the burn of his fire, the power he barely tapped into before because of shame and spite- a power he was slowly getting used to but now was gone.
what was going on?
quirkless people existed, they existed without problems and had fulfilling lives of their own. but to have been born with a quirk, have it manifest at a young age... it was just part of him. like a limb- like it was his essence? to have it stripped from him without warning was messing with him far more than he could even comprehend.
with shaky steps he had no idea where he was going. barely registering the fact that he was moving at all, mismatched eyes hardly taking in his surrounding. shouto should be better than this, he was taught better. always remain calm and alert regardless of situation or circumstance.
...but surely he could be forgiven this one time, right?
he... should be allowed?
breathing was hard, panic settling in heavily and rapidly with every step.
before he knew it he was outside, blearily looking up at the darkening sky. the fresh air was sorely needed but it didn't provide him with answers. it didn't fill up this gaping hole he felt with every agonizing breath.]
...
Am... I broken?
[said to no one in particular, not like he was registering other people right now of they were near or not. it was directed at the sky. the answerless sky.
he was either dead or broken.
neither were agreeable prospects.]
what: the latest arrival is having a hard time coping with his sudden loss of quirk (superpower)
where: outside of home
when: early evening
other: nothing to note. he's just a confused and upset (?) teen who can't understand why he can't freeze or set shit on fire anymore;;
[he felt it as soon as he got here. eyes opening wide, barely registering the room he woke up in. not being in the dorms? that didn't matter. there was such a significant emptiness in the very pit of his stomach that made him feel.incredibly anxious and sick. shouto's head was spinning and all he could do was stare at his shaking hands- trying so hard to will anything to happen. anything at all.
but there was nothing.
no familiar crisp in the air before the chill came, no ice coating the bed or floor around him. and he didn't feel the burn of his fire, the power he barely tapped into before because of shame and spite- a power he was slowly getting used to but now was gone.
what was going on?
quirkless people existed, they existed without problems and had fulfilling lives of their own. but to have been born with a quirk, have it manifest at a young age... it was just part of him. like a limb- like it was his essence? to have it stripped from him without warning was messing with him far more than he could even comprehend.
with shaky steps he had no idea where he was going. barely registering the fact that he was moving at all, mismatched eyes hardly taking in his surrounding. shouto should be better than this, he was taught better. always remain calm and alert regardless of situation or circumstance.
...but surely he could be forgiven this one time, right?
he... should be allowed?
breathing was hard, panic settling in heavily and rapidly with every step.
before he knew it he was outside, blearily looking up at the darkening sky. the fresh air was sorely needed but it didn't provide him with answers. it didn't fill up this gaping hole he felt with every agonizing breath.]
...
Am... I broken?
[said to no one in particular, not like he was registering other people right now of they were near or not. it was directed at the sky. the answerless sky.
he was either dead or broken.
neither were agreeable prospects.]
no subject
That would depend on the inquiries levied, my polarized new acquaintence.
[Oh, right, he talks too.]
no subject
...
is he even surprised? he's seen cops with animal heads so that's a thing. why not a cat with full on speech. alright. he'll just give gentle head pats and nice scritches behind the cat's ears.]
You wouldn't happen to know where my quirk went, would you?
[oh. ...was it rude of him to ask a question without introducing himself? probably.]
I'm Todoroki Shouto.
no subject
[Was all of that necessary? Nope.]
As for your ‘quirk’, may I inquire as to the details of such a thing? It is an unknown quantity despite my reservoirs of knowledge.