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

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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[Evangeline has no particular reason to be here as opposed to anywhere else. She's looking for people who need help, whether that's being lit up by the flame Evangeline has surrounding herself or introducing a criminal to her scythe, but there are people who need help everywhere and Evangeline can only be in one place at a time.

The light from her fire falls on a monitor that can only belong to one person, even if Evangeline's never seen it turned off like this.]

Chipp? Chipp!

[She hurries to his side - the fire surrounding her is harmless - and squeezes his shoulder. She doesn't know he needs light to survive, so her first assumption is a lack of touch energy.]

Saya smells blood everywhere, but she can still target in on the places where it's concentrated. That's how she finds Chipp, more or less appearing in front of him as though she teleported, since her movement is too fast to visually follow.

She's spattered with blood herself, though most of it is vampire blood, and the katana she wields is stained in places. She gives him a nod -- she understands why he's doing what he's doing. They talked about as much, after all, not realizing that there would be an opportunity so soon.

A time to take out all the loss, grief, and rage on beings that deserve it.

"I'll help you find some."

She cocks her head, listening, seeking heartbeats that are human and not vampiric, and locates a small group that's trying to sneak away from the jail and toward the underground mall.

"I think I have some candidates." She grins, a sharp, frightening thing that shows her fangs.

Chipp-san!

[Fun fact! Light-based emotion magic on someone who loves everyone all of the time, when that is one of your power emotions, means Rinku is essentially a constant glowstick.

Not that she's thinking about whether she is or not. She runs over in a panic and starts to fuss over him.]

Oh, no, oh, no... Okay, the first aid kit's probably not gonna work, uh, do I weld him back together?

[Katsuki was starting to come to a very radical acceptance of his new life as a vampire. He's went through the five stages of grief at such a rapid speed that he's bound to blow up weeks down the line-- but for now, he's accepted that he needs to feed off of humans in order to stay alive. So he decides, to somehow feel better about becoming the natural predator to the species he's still so attached to, that if he feeds off of criminals then it won't be so bad. That he isn't that evil if he's stopping a crime.

He refuses to kill them, though. Just drink enough blood to move on to the next one. Saya's been teaching him how to listen to heartbeats to know when to stop, and he was testing that skill out with a red-bracelet that he managed to catch out of nowhere. He'd turn down an alley and there the man was... it was easy dinner. He bites into the criminals neck and drinks, listening to his heart beat. It's fast, quick in panic but starts to slow down as he greedily drinks as much as he can.

Just as the man slips into unconsciousness, Katsuki was thinking that was enough and started to pull his fangs back out of his skin. Right in time for someone to enter the alleyway.]

. . .

[Katsuki is caught literally red handed, and he drops the criminal quickly. Scampering to his feet as he sees this huge slasher-villain looking man pull out a hatchet. The giant computer screen flashing threateningly.

Now, Katsuki has super strength and super speed. He could take on this Vampire Hunter, who clearly mistakes him for a vampire that has to be killed. But Katsuki decides to play it safe. Rather than test out his new strength, he tests his speed by turning around and making a run for it. He will not be dying a second time this week thank you---]

[It's a fair assumption to make, honestly - in a place like Ellipsa, why wouldn't it be anything but touch energy?
He doesn't seem to respond, however. Doesn't move, doesn't flinch... he's not even breathing, considering that's just a subconscious thing Grim Reapers do for their own comfort.
It's not like they need to breathe.

But there's something there that might be helpful to note... just as it had been back in the shed, his skin is almost hot to the touch.
The only sure sign there is that he isn't dead, at the very least.]

[He always knew he could rely on Saya for this. To understand him, deep down - not just accepting what he's done, what he still does, but understanding it.
And it gets a big set of sharp, neon teeth to spread open on his screen, clearing out that eye entirely.]

... Lead me to'em.
You can have the folks, ain't wearin' red bracelets... but I want the red bracelets.
I want them.

[He isn't responding. He's too warm to be a corpse, but he isn't responding.]

Don't die, please don't die, I know it's temporary here but I don't want you to die...

[She intensifies the flame around her, trying to get a good look at him. Is he wounded anywhere? Should she try to reattach his arm?]

[Rinku, no, don't weld him, his arm's supposed to be disconnected...!!

... In fact, with her glowing as brightly as she is, that does add a little more light to their surroundings.
It's not as bright as the light sources a Grim Reaper's built for - and especially not Chipp, who spends his days under the desert sun - but it's enough.

As long as she sticks close... after a moment, there's a little twitch from that disconnected half of his prosthetic, as if it's moved a little closer all on its own.
One of the antennae on his helmet wiggles with a tiny click.

It really is a lot like a robot that's trying its best to tap into old, dying batteries... but she's willing to stick around a little bit longer, right?]

[Oh? He's running? The little vampire - the kill stealer - has turned to run as fast as legs will carry him?
That won't be happening, thank you very much!

It's not a skill he's practiced all that often, seeing as how he's never needed to rely on his Seasonal magic before today... but with just how dark the city's become, it would be foolish not to use that like the tool it is.

Katsuki turns and runs, and after just a moment, the shadows of the alleyway swirl and flood and reach for him - hundreds of little hands springing forth to grab and bind him and hold him in place.
All while the slasher lookin' man starts to walk toward him, boots clicking on the pavement, cold and quiet as he hefts that hatchet over his shoulder.

Sorry if Katsuki hoped for an explanation, or laughing, or anything. He doesn't talk to his victims.]

[Still no response, despite the sound of her voice...

... Or, at least, so it seems. Her flames strengthen, glowing bigger and brighter, and after just a moment of that -
His screen lets out a little pop. Just one, a quick little crackle of static as if it's an old CRT television trying to come back to life...
But it's something. Right?

Meanwhile, as for wounds -
There do seem to be a few. No open wounds, but there are splotchy, glowing orange patches on his chest and his arm, suggesting he's covered in bruises; things that should have healed within seconds, just due to what Chipp is.
Somehow, it looks like his rapid healing isn't working... like something managed to turn it off.]

[That’s something. A response of some kind. None of those bruises would justify him being this badly off, either…]

…I’m going to try something. If you wake up and panic, please try not to instantly murder me.

[She focuses, and more of that harmless fire covers Chip’s body, burning brightly.]

Chipp-san?

[Rinku tilts her head. She reaches over to bring his prosthetic back and lays it down at his side.]

You're still here... can you hear me?

[Yeah, he's running!

Until he's not.

Katsuki struggles against the hands made of shadows, clinging to him and holding him still so the killer can get a clean shot. When he realizes that he wasn't going to get out of this just by strength alone (why isn't his vampire strength strong enough to break from shadow magic?! not fair---) he decides to speak up and plead his case.]

W-wait! I'm-- I was turned! I was turned!!

[Katsuki kicks his feet around and wiggles, still unable to break free.]

I'm a Hero! I only go after criminals...!!

[He's a good vampire! As "good" as they can come, anyway...]

[ Saya nods with grim excitement. She probably won't kill criminals that aren't red-banded, but she can still fight and subdue them. Trap them. Less satisfying, but she's been killing vampires and Chipp needs this. ]

Follow me.

[ She takes off at a very fast speed for most people, slow for Saya, because she wants him to be able to keep up and she doesn't know how quick he is, but she's not wasting any time. ]

[ They round a corner and there they are -- a group of about six. Saya lights up the area by setting her katana on fire, which also works well as an intimidation tactic. ]

[ "What the fuck are those things?" one of them says to the other. Saya flashes her fangs at him, sending him cowing. ]

I'll grab the stragglers. [ She says to Chipp. Have at them. Her flaming sword flashes as she aims to separate a blue braceleted man from his gun, and also his hand. ]

[Bold to assume he can hear right now, Evangeline --

It's good that fire's harmless, because it's almost worrying just how quickly it takes to him - it's like he's the perfect fuel source for those flames, right now, and it doesn't take long to cover him completely.
(Largely thanks to the small amount of motor oil he's always got on him to some degree. Next time someone nags him to clean up, he's going to happily regale this story to them to try and get out of it, whoops.)

The flames are bright, though. Bright and long, licking up past his antennae and lighting up a good portion of the area around the two of them, and honestly?
That's such a smart idea, he's going to be jealous he didn't think of it. ... Because he was unconscious and couldn't think of it, but still.

It only takes a moment or two of letting those flames crackle for something else to happen - his prosthetic, detached and a bit away, seems to twitch with the light in its palm flickering, and before long... it starts to scrape along the sidewalk, pulling it closer like there's some magnetic force drawing it back where it belongs.
The helmet, too, lets out a few more dramatic pops and snaps before it abruptly breaks out into static -

Only to turn on fully, with his usual eye replaced with a big, flashing X as if it's not quite finding a signal.]

[She doesn't actually think he can hear her, but she needed to say something anyway, okay.

The fire seems to be helping! His prosthetic is crawling over, and his helmet has turned on - not with his eye, but it's on. It's responding and that's good enough for her to keep at it.

She hugs him tightly, the fire covering her feeding the flames on him even more.]

Please work, please work, please work...

[The whole display gets the big guy to let out a horrid, bark-like laugh, and he shifts his stance - hand on one hip, bouncing that hatchet on his shoulder and everything.]

Aww, 'ti maringouin think himself a hero, huh? For killin' criminals?
Well...
'Least that makes two of us.

[And now he's finally going to bring down that hatchet all the force his arm can muster...
Onto that criminal Katsuki had left unconscious on the pavement, splitting through him with a disgusting, wet crack.
Give him a moment. He's going to take the time to get the guy's bracelet while he's at it.

... And then he'll turn back to Katsuki, though he isn't releasing the poor boy just yet.]

Gimme one good reason I shouldn't kill you, too. We ain't need more vampires 'round here - turned or not.

[Another flick of his antennae, another little twitch from his prosthetic... this time, the claws jerking like the hand itself wants to move.
And after a moment... the screen breaks out into loud static, stuttering as if it's trying its damndest to just hurry up and turn on.]

- M-mmh.... 'muh. Wha...?

[Here he is! He's here!

... Almost. None of his electronics are turning on fully - his prosthetic isn't even really on at all - and he's yet to try lifting his head.
Still riddled with glowing bruises, too... he almost doesn't want to move, aching as much as he is.]

[His own excitement is palpable - literally palpable, the air filling with buzzing clouds of static as he keeps up as best he can.

... Which, admittedly, isn't super fast. Without being able to summon Spin Jockey to ride on, he's sadly a bit too bulky for the kind of superhuman speed Saya keeps up.
But he manages to at least keep her in sight as he runs behind her, using his own absurd strength to propel himself in bounds anytime he needs to catch up.

But spotting the group in question, Chipp skids to a stop beside her, unable to keep the wild look off of his screen as he studies them...
Until, of course, Saya gives him the go ahead.]

Ouais!
Don't go gettin' in any trouble, Miss Saya - I won't be savin' ya none!

[Really, Saya's permission is all he needs to run right for them, pulling a fire hatchet out from under his cloak - he's apparently doing this the old-fashioned way, perhaps unsurprising without his ability to use his own magic.

And if any of the other criminals have firearms? Chipp doesn't seem to notice. Or care, for that matter.]

[Hugs!!! Immediately before pulling back and registering the injuries.]

You're alive! What happened? Was it a fight with the Nightshade or something?

[Not so much crawling over as it is sliding over by magic, really - the eyes of his pauldron start to faintly, faintly glow the closer it gets, too.
There aren't many other signs of life, though... the flames are bright, dancing across him like any good fire should, but it really does seem like he's just gone

...

At least until the helmet turns back off again - this time flicking back on with a cheery little jingle, the eye absolutely snapping open as Chipp sucks in a harsh gasp of air - lurching forward away from the wall of the building as he looks around to see where he is and try to remember what was happening.]

Wh- huh...??

[The light of the screen is still slightly dim, and his prosthetic hasn't turned on fully yet -
But he sure has, at least!!]

Chipp!!

[What is happening is that Evangeline is hugging him! Also they are both still on fire, which doesn't hurt or anything.]

You're alive! Or, I mean, not technically, but close enough!

[ - Hugs? Sudden hugs?? He's not fully conscious just yet, bruised and battered and sore, but suddenly he's in a hug and there's a moment where his hand comes up like he's planning on grabbing Rinku and throwing her -
But... that only lasts a split second, as the voice he's hearing sinks in.]

... M-Miss... Miss Rinku...?

[Yes, she's "Miss" Rinku. No, she will not be able to convince him otherwise. He is too much of a Good Boy for that, unfortunately.

But the way he turns his screen toward her, despite it still stuttering and struggling to start with the little amount of magic it's receiving, makes it clear... yes, he's alive.
As alive as a dead man could be, at any rate!]

[Hugs... at first he's not completely sure about those, still seeming like he's a little out of it - checking out his surroundings purely out of instinct, assessing for dangers, all of it.
But then the fact that he's being hugged actually registers somewhere in that stupid brain of his, and he turns to look down at who's doing it -]

... Miss Evangeline...? How -
Wh -

[Aaand now the rest of it registers, too.]

W-why're we... on fire?

First of all, I think we're a little past 'Miss'.

[ She focuses on the criminals who have some band other than red, corralling them into one big group and then divesting another one of its hand as it tries to pull a knife on her. ]

Second of all: save me? Please, what do you take me for?

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thank u for separating out the dialogue, its the part i struggle with w/ prose lkfhhjk

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bakugou will receive no D, but he'll happily get a tag

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ack I forgot, never be afraid to poke me to change a tag to brackets!

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ur all good!! i was just grateful for how u formatted ur tag lkjfhkj

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Re: ur all good!! i was just grateful for how u formatted ur tag lkjfhkj