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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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[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---]

[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.]

[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...]

[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.

[Katsuki watches Chipp hack up the criminal that he left behind, but only for a few seconds before he has to close his eyes and look away. His heart starts to beat quick, but "quick" in this case is.. about three beats per minute.]

B-because I'm an otherworlder! I ain't a random local! I'm one of you!

[Desperate, Katsuki pleads his case more. And tears start to gather in the corners of his eyes.]

And I still have a heart, goddamn it! I'm-- I still wanna be human...!

Edited 2025-05-17 00:51 (UTC)

It ain't that you ain't one of "us" -
I ain't one of you.

Otherworlder or not don't matter to me! One o' the others wanna start doin' somethin' heinous, I'll split'em open 'n drain'em out just as I would any other lowlife!
I done it before! I'll do it again!

[Saying as much, though, he does seem to be looking Katsuki over, really studying him... it looks like despite his own words, he's considering the others pretty deeply.
And then that hatchet drops away from his shoulder, instead held by his side.]

... You still wanna be human, huh.

[The way Katsuki clings onto the last words that Chipp says to him is almost pathetic. His eyes widen and he struggles more, passionate about how he feels that even his body has to move while he cries out.]

I do! I really do! I never wanted to be a vampire and I-- I don't like it! I don't like having to hurt people just to live! I don't like having to drink blood to feel full! I don't like the taste of it, either!

I miss eating curry and ramen, and I miss drinking cola!

[And now he's going to be murdered for being an evil little vampire who drinks people's blood. He's a menace to society. He deserves this--

Out of pure misery, he kicks his feet again. Tears were now streaming down his face as he just yells, so loud and exasperatedly:]

Please, just--- just let me live this once! Please! I.. I don't wanna die a Villain...!

...

[Again, Chipp shifts his stance, hooking his hatchet back onto his belt purely so he can cross his arms in thought.
This really is just some poor kid who got turned against his will, huh...]

... Awright. Awright, fine -
I'll letcha live... but on one condition.

What-- what is it?! I'll do it-- I don't care what it is!

[Katsuki is so tired. He's been through so much and he only has one arm, just give the poor kid a break--]

I give you my number. Username on the network, too.
Check in with me once a month.

I'm gonna be watchin' ya.

[It sounds like he's going to be watching Katsuki like a hawk, making sure he doesn't go killing anyone that doesn't deserve to die -
But no. It's not that at all.

Listening to him whine about how badly he misses junk food and soda, how much he hates the taste of blood, watching him wriggle and squirm trying to get rid of that hold...
Katsuki really is just a kid. He's a kid.
And when it comes to kids, Chipp worries about them to a fault - to the point that it's the entire reason he was caught and executed in the first place.

So... he wants to watch Katsuki. Make sure he stays safe.
But, like, he's not gonna fucking say that. Why would he say that?? That'd be stupid and ruin his killer mystique--]

...hah?

[Katsuki stops his wriggling, and looks at Chipp as if he's grown two heads. THIS is his condition? Becoming a pen pal?????????]

F-- fine, yeah! I'll "check in"!

[He'll agree to it, though. It's a lot better than whatever fucked up idea Katsuki had in his mind of what this condition could've been.]

Now lemme go..!!

...

[Yeah, alright. That magic unceremoniously drops Katsuki to the floor, freeing him entirely... it's not gentle at all, though, likely ending up with the Hero landing ass-first.]

Remember - I'll take care o' you myself if you gimme a reason to.
That includes breakin' our deal.
Every. Month.
I ain't hear from you? Then you gonna hear from me.

Now - gimme your phone.

[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--]

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?

[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.]

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.]

[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?

...

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

Edited (changed per request :^)) 2025-05-17 07:10 (UTC)

...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!

[- 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.]

[....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.]

[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.]

....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]

gimme...... dat D

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

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