[OPEN] If you need a villain, or if you need a friend;

[fauxbot]

WHO: Chipp and YOU!
WHAT: Event stuff!
WHEN: Event... time!!
WHERE: Around Nightwake
WARNINGS: Death, violence and ROCK AND ROLL

[A - Cleaning up] (WINTER GUILD)

[Honestly? To be really, truly honest? Chipp's not here for spring cleaning.
He's only here for one thing - free stuff. The guild leaders had promised as much, saying they were giving out adventuring gear... so, far be it from him not to go and collect everything he can.

However, he's found himself cleaning anyway. ... Just not in the traditional sense.

But it's something that's a little hard to do on his own, so at some point, he grabs the nearest person with those metal claws of his.]

Hey. Think you can help me with somethin'? I can't tell ya too much what it is, sensitive info 'n all... don't wanna step on the guild leaders' toes, sayin' too much.
But I ain't gonna be able to hold it all by myself, me. Only got the two arms, 'n I need'em free for this.

[... Sounds ominous, considering literally everyone else is, you know, cleaning.]

[B - A helping hand]

[Stumbling in the dark? Unable to see? At risk from injury just due to running into things?
Scared? Alone? Uncertain?

None of these apply to Chipp. However, if they apply to someone else that he spots while walking through the darkened city, he's going to stop, take this person's hand, and press something into their palm -
Specifically, it's a Pokeball.]

Here. You can leave'im at Miyata Clinic after this all over.
He got fire moves, he glows, he'll keep ya safe.

His name's Clem.

[Even if Chipp doesn't know this person at all, he will still do this for them. Anyone who looks frightened, anyone who looks unable to help themself amongst this darkness... they're being blessed with one (1) Crocalor, who will watch over this person like a hawk.
Or... like a crocodile, in this case.]

... He likes oranges, if you wanna thank'im after this shit blows over.

[C - Collectathon] (cw: implied death/violence)

[Oh, this is rich. This is rich!
Something that's been on Chipp's mind, lately, has been an urge - one that he's been struggling harder and harder, day by day, to keep in. It's not an urge he's been proud of, but it's one he's dealt with all the same...

The urge to maim. To kill.

He felt this urge even during his first go around in Ellipsa, though he did his level best to keep that urge to himself. To not frighten the people he's met. To keep his loved ones safe.
But since returning, learning what he's had, dealing with so much heartbreak... it's like the world's been chipping away at the tiny, little jar where he's locked these urges up, just asking him to snap.

And today's the day!

The gangs, after all, have fucked up more than perhaps anyone in modern Ellipsan history - in their plans to cause a mess and chaos, under cover of darkness, they released all of Ellipsa's criminals onto the public... it was like dumping chum in the water and not expecting sharks to come eating.

It doesn't take long for him to figure out the jail's bracelet system. White bracelets meant the criminal was harmless, maybe a brat at most. Green was harmless, too - petty criminals, thieves, the like. Blue... could be talked down, for the most part, and it's impossible to say what crimes they've committed; it's easier to pretend they're as harmless as the rest, turn them into the police where he can.

But red?
As far as Chipp is concerned, red bracelets are targets.

Thankfully... no one will be wandering in on his activities. No risk of someone stumbling onto something they shouldn't see.
But there's a non-zero chance that someone will get to see the aftermath:
Chipp, spattered with blood, spinning a red bracelet around a metal claw as he approaches - the expression on his screen is just the big, empty eye, fuzzing out with static, as if his helmet can't parse what he's feeling in the slightest.]

... You seen anyone wearin' a bracelet like this?
I'm... collectin'em.

[So far, he has two. The one in his claws, which he's holding out to show whoever he's approached, and one that he's clipped to his belt.]

[D - Late night slasher] (closed to Bakugou)

[Speaking of criminals, blood, and sharks flooding the waters to eat -

There is a point where Chipp has managed to sniff out another red bracelet among the chaos... this one a bit more of a coward than the others he's found, but a red bracelet nonetheless. It means they're dangerous - they're a dangerous criminal, someone who'd been locked up for crimes that Chipp considers abhorrent, and that's all he needs to try and turn this man into nothing but a fine, red paste.

At some point, however, this man manages to scramble out of Chipp's range and absolutely book it down the sidewalk, nearly tripping over himself to get away as the Grim Reaper patiently walks behind him - Chipp knows there's no way this guy won't end up falling over, passing out, becoming an easy target once more... so he knows there's no need to rush, to run after him. To waste his own energy.

But this means there's ample space between them when the criminal turns a corner into an alleyway - "stupid," Chipp can't help but laugh to himself - disappearing into the darkness of it altogether.

...

And then there's a scream, as if something had been waiting in that alleyway for food to come running into the darkness and that red-bracelet made the perfect meal. The Grim Reaper, himself, takes that as a reason to run, speeding down the sidewalk and skidding as he turns the corner to see just what the hell happened to his target -

Only to lock eyes with a teenager at the back of the alleyway, hunched over the now unconscious criminal and dripping with blood.
He has no words for what he's found. Just straightens up, that screen of his cutting with static for a second as he draws his hatchet off of his belt, and levels Bakugou a look.]

[E - The end?]

[... Of course, in all of Chipp's limitless wisdom (read: stupid idiocy), he's forgotten about one teensy tiny, itty bitty, wee little fact:

He literally needs light to live.

That's how his magic is made, after all. When light hits an object, certain frequencies of it bounce off of it, which is the means with which people see color - and his body absorbs that reflected light, as well, converting it to magic outright.
Without enough light, his body won't get enough to make anymore of that magic. Even just a dimly lit room could be bad for him.
All he needs to do is breathe to burn through it. He is built entirely out of magic, after all - without it, he'll simply "unravel", falling apart into inert ashes that easily blow away in the wind.

And there's no way he wouldn't meet his limit, pushing himself as hard as he has.

At this point, if anyone manages to find him... they wouldn't be blamed for assuming he's dead outright.
So close to being out of magic as he is, he's fallen unconscious, slumped against a building... and, as he's always been, he's completely without a pulse. That screen of his, usually bright and lively and glowing, is dark - and his prosthetic, usually burning with magic itself, is powerless, disconnected. The forearm lays a little bit away, as if someone kicked it like a can while passing by.

It's fine, though... it's fine. Even if he ends up in the Flower Yard... he's already reasoned with himself that unraveling would be okay, at this point. He managed to grab four of those red bracelets. That's enough for him.
Even if he unravels, at least he managed that.]

[ooc: WOW i write way too much. anyway - if none of these prompts suit you, please hit me up in a PM or ping me in the game discord! And please stick with brackets for me, my dyslexia really doesn't play nice with prose. Thank you ❤]

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[boombam]

[What is he, a loan shark??

Katsuki shakes a little, like a nervous chihuahua, as he stares up at Chipp from his spot on his ass on the floor. But he'll reach into his pocket and give his phone to him, anyway.

...it has a skull on the phone case and the wall paper is of an explosion. Very typical edgy teenage bullshit that he hasn't grown out of even at eighteen.]

E-expect a text on the first.

[He levels a serious glare at the tall Vampire Hunter (this is what he's convinced Chipp is), but it's pretty hard to take all that serious with his body still shaking like a leaf. Mostly out of the slight shock and relief from being spared so easily--]

[fauxbot]

Attaboy.

[He'll swipe up that phone, then, inputting his number into Katsuki's contact list...
... Pausing for a moment when he sees Saya's name.

But then he'll go ahead and add himself on their social media accounts because i always forget seasons' network is like Proper Social Media before handing that right back.]

... You don't get to go runnin' off yet, though. I ain't done with you.
You out here 'cause you hungry, right?

[boombam]

[By the time Chipp adds himself and hands the phone back, Katsuki had gotten up to his feet and was brushing himself off. He takes the phone back, and is prepared to get the hell out of there but then Chipp tells him that he's not done with him.

And asks if he was out there because he was hungry. Katsuki is silent and stares at him with furrowed brows, a gaze that says he isn't sure what the right answer to the question is.]

...y..yeah. I was. B-but I ain't hungry anymore! So-- so you don't gotta worry about me attacking anyone else!

[and then, as the universe has it's comedic timing, his vampire tummy growls.

yes. vampires tummies growl when they need to feed on blood and i just decided this.]

[fauxbot]

Bullshit, you ain't hungry. C'mon.

[Said as he moves to turn, waving his hand for Katsuki to follow... though he doesn't run around all the way, opting to keep his eyes on the little vampire.]

... I got more targets to hunt down. You get the blood, I finish it.
That way you ain't in danger. ... O' hurtin' no one, I mean.

[Uh huh. Sure. That's what he means. Totally.]

[boombam]

[Katsuki still isn't sure if this is the right thing for him to be doing... so he hesitates.]

...this ain't a trick, is it? You're not gonna kill me the moment I bite someone... right?

[fauxbot]

...

[Chipp moves aside a little, then, purely so he can wave his claws at the criminal now laying dead in the alleyway with them.]

I don't lie. This part o' who I am, killin' folks that hurt innocents.
You want a meal? You come with me.

[boombam]

[There's still the obvious hesitation in the teen's expression, but he decides that he probably has no better choice. What else would he do? Leave and try to find a criminal to feed from far enough away that this asshole doesn't run into him again?]

...fine.

[He'll follow him, then. Wherever Chipp takes him, he'll tag right along.]

[fauxbot]

[Good choice, Katsuki! Because otherwise, Chipp may have tattled on him to Saya.

But with the confirmation that he'll follow, Chipp turns to leave, cloak swishing with the motion... and he doesn't stop to check if Katsuki's following.
He's confident that this kid wouldn't be stupid.

Does he have evidence to believe this? No. If anything, he has evidence to believe Katsuki would be very much stupid.
But he'd like to believe he won't.]

... You got preferences? What kinda guys you like?

[Blood-wise, he means.]

[boombam]

...eh?

[Obviously, Chipp is referring to the kind of blood he likes the taste of. What blood type, most likely. But Katsuki takes his question a little more literally. Talking about the type of men he's into... romantically.

And it's only because it's been on his brain lately that he takes it that way, and replies in a flustered kind of way.]

....I-I like strong guys.

[His answer is so quiet and mumbled. Why is Chipp suddenly asking who he's into-- is he coming onto him or something??? Quick, call him ugly so he doesn't flirt!!!]

But-- b-but they have to be pretty, too! Unlike you and your creepy TV head!

[fauxbot]

[- Hearing that answer, Chipp pauses midstep, boot hovering above the concrete...
But after a second he continues on forward again, the antennae on top of his helmet starting to wiggle. For some reason or another.]

Oh yeah? That whatcha into?
I meant they blood, 'course...

But fuck that - tell me 'bout them strong, pretty boys you into! Why not?
We could use a li'l walkin' 'round topics. Gonna be a bit 'fore we run into any good meals for ya, I'm sure.

[The swap from "guys" to "boys" is very, very much on purpose, of course.
He just feels it makes him sound... more obviously gay? Not in a way that'd make sense if he explained it, mind -
But there's something to it that "guys" just doesn't have.]

[boombam]

[....what the hell? This guy was so scary and about to kill Katsuki just five minutes before and now he wants to gossip about boys?????]

...it. It's really just one strong, p-pretty boy...

[But he'll bite. He's still scared shitless of Chipp, and is worried if he doesn't play nice that he might get hurt or killed... and. Maybe he likes an excuse to talk about this singular pretty boy he has his eyes on.]

[fauxbot]

[katsuki will learn very quickly that chipp always wants to gossip about boys]

Really! You got your eyes on a fella already!
Does my heart good, hearin' kids like you learnin' more 'bout yourselves like this!

You tell'im yet? 'S okay if you ain't - I get that.
But, y'know... didja?

[Sorry, buddy. There is absolute delight on his screen, now.]

[boombam]

....no.

[Katsuki doesn't want to admit either yes or no, so he just goes with the truth. He's stuck in this conversation now. Talking about gay shit with a Vampire Hunter.]

Ain't ready to.

[Will he ever be? Sources say: no]

[fauxbot]

Awwh... fair enough, 'ti maringouin. You go at your own pace.

[Just for fun and because he has, like, 7 undiagnosed disorders, Chipp's going to go ahead and pull his hatchet back out while they walk and talk...
Purely for the sake of, y'know. Flipping it. Idly. Just tossing it up by its handle, letting it spin, and catching it.]

... He know you a vampire yet? Or this thing that brand new for ya?

[boombam]

[The moment Chipp pulls out his hatchet, Katsuki freezes up for a minute and waits for another foot of distance before he starts walking. Making sure he stays faaar away.

Was his answers making him mad? Is this why he was pulling his weapon out??? But... Katsuki doesn't want to lie about romance?? He doesn't even want to talk about it in the first place?!!?!]

N-no-- ah-- I-I mean yeah. He's.. he's one of the only people who knows.

[It's still pretty damn brand new, though. And he'll point that out.]

I've only been a vampire for a couple days, and... there's a lot of people who'll be really upset when they find out. So I'm.... kinda keeping it a secret for now.

[fauxbot]

[Well, if it helps, he's still just flipping it! It's helping him think of how to reply, honestly.]

Hmm. So you can trust'im with "hey, I got turned into a vampire", but not "hey, I think you real cute"?
Fair 'nuff, I s'ppose.

Told my own partner I was dead long 'fore I told'em I love'em.
Kinda the same boat, I guess.

[A short pause in thought, and the hatchet goes back on his belt - but it's just because he's going to turn to face Katsuki as they walk, opting to walk backwards like this.]

How'd he treatcha 'bout it? Nothin' different?

[boombam]

[No! It doesn't help!! He was just threatened with it and he doesn't know Chipp well enough to read his body language!!!!!!

But at least his answers don't seem mad or threatening. He's just curious about a dumb boy's lovelife. And he even puts the hatchet back, finally.]

No, not really--- well. He... pretty much immediately offered himself up as a free juice bar.

[It's just how Shoto is. So selfless...]

So. Kind of different. But... not a bad kinda different.

[fauxbot]

[He's very curious about it, yes!! Curious and thankful Katsuki's talking at all, honestly.
Not that he'll make that obvious in the least.]

... Y'all both stupid. But in a good way.
You two're gonna be tighter than a rubberband ball once ya get past the awkward "talkin' it out" part, I can tell ya that right now.

["Stupid in a good way" meaning "It sounds to me like you're both crushing, please just tell him, stop being dumb". Of course.]

[boombam]

[Katsuki can't help but fluster when Chipp teases him. Telling him that they're both stupid and that they'll be "tight" once they get past the "talking it out" stage.]

There's not gonna be a "talkin' it out" part! We have nothin' to talk out-- we're just friends!

[He knows how dumb he sounds saying that out loud, though. But he'll protest anyway!!]

I dunno if he even likes guys in the first place! He probably doesn't!

[says this but the two of them kiss for "power"]

[fauxbot]

Hey, you ain't know that - he might!

[Said with some wheezy laughter, of course, with his helmet even letting out some cheery little beeps and blips over top -
But then he turns away from Katsuki again, folding his arms behind his...
Helmet.
It looks awkward, but he manages it.]

... Back where I come from, I look like the kinda guy who'd drag you behind a McDonald's, beat the shit outta you for bein' gay.
I seen a lotta folks cross the street when they see me 'cause o' that, 'n I don't blame'em one bit. Good they lookin' out for themselves.

But hell - if someone asked me, I ain't afraid to say I like dick. Be stupid if I was!

'N by all that, I mean... you ain't gonna know unless you ask.

[boombam]

[Katsuki can't.. really argue with Chipp, here. Because he's right-- Katsuki himself didn't expect this guy to be into men, so he's a living proof of how you never know unless you ask.]

...I ain't askin'.

[But he seems STUBBORN about this relationship between him and this other boy.]

[fauxbot]

Awright, fair 'nuff. I ain't gonna press it.
Just keep what I said in mind, ouais?

[Look.
He might be a ruthless killer, a dead man built into the perfect Grim Reaper, but like, he's not gonna bully a gay kid who isn't even fully comfortable admitting he's gay just yet.]

... I been meanin' to ask 'bout that arm, anyhow - makes a good topic to swap to.
So... how'd ya lose it? 'N how long ago?

I can tell it's fresh... ish.

[boombam]

[Katsuki's just scared of rejection, honestly. And he's glad he doesn't have to admit that!!!

Instead, the subject is changed to something he can talk more matter-of-fact about which he prefers. Much easier than something more emotional like romance.]

I had it removed at the beginning of the month.

[He didn't really "lose" it per-say.]

Back home, I had sustained an injury that left it crushed and shattered and whatever magic was used to heal it didn't work all the way. It was healed in that the wounds were gone, but it didn't move anymore. I think the bones set weird or somethin'.

[fauxbot]

Crushed 'n shattered, huh...

[Thinking about that, he can't help but roll his shoulder a little, as if it's got an ache he needs to work out.]

... 'N only that long ago, too. But you just out here, raw-doggin' it with that wound o' yours?
Just 'cause you a vampire now don't mean you should be cocky, y'know. Bein' dead don't save ya from gettin' infections or feelin' pain, endin' up miserable.

Trust me. I'd know.

[boombam]

. . .

[Katsuki will look at his stump, when Chipp points out that he should take better care of it. It's wrapped up in fresh bandages, with the sleeve of a tank-top tied around it and Katsuki figured that would be good enough.

But... maybe not. Maybe Chipp's right. Katsuki had noticed the fact that this man had a robotic arm, so he can't argue with another amputee about the best way to take care of their freshly removed limb.]

....I can't sit around at home. I'm supposed to be a Hero, and I've been hunting vampires on top of criminals. To make sure no one else gets turned.

[It's very important to him to be able to go and wipe other vampires out. Beyond finding a meal, it's why he was out at the moment. He was originally looking for vampires.]