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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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[Rinku lights up (figuratively and literally). She nods excitedly.]

Yeah, it's me! What do you need, what'll help you feel better? Do potions work, I have a first aid kit somewhere in here, I dunno, batteries?

Wh - b-batteries...?

[Hang on, loading, still trying to register words -
Once it does, though, he actually ends up letting out a little laugh... which really just sounds like a wheeze, shaking his head "no".]

N-no, naw, not batteries... here - help me get this fuckin' -
Get this chou-chout off?

[Which is, of course, Cajun French for "thingy". He's asking her to help get this "thingy" off.
While motioning to his helmet, of course - the "thingy" in question. He's only got one hand until he's got enough magic to use his prosthetic, it's hard to do stuff like that without it!]

Eh?

[Rinku blinks -- his head?! But she figures he knows what he's doing, so she goes to tug the monitor helmet off, trying not to break anything in the process.]

Like this?

[She should be able to manage it without too much issue - it's heavy, perhaps surprisingly so, but he trusts that she can handle it.
And as he's freed from it, he ends up shaking his head to help get his hair to settle on his shoulders the right way. ... Even if the motion makes him wobble a little, light-headed and dizzy as he is.]

... Thanks. Now just -
Keep glowin' like that... awright? I need - I need light.
Beaucoup light - lots of it.

Hard to get it through the helmet, y'know...

Uh -- okay! Oh, right, I kinda forgot I was glowing... Right!

[She breathes in and thinks. Time to focus on -- what makes her glow the most? Faces flash through her mind. She lights up brightly, warm and soft, even if it flickers a little.

But once that is established...]

You had another head under your head?

[And Rinku's earned herself another little laugh from the big guy - though, without the ability to smile, it may not even really sound like a laugh...
it really is just a couple of wheezes, mostly out of his nose, as he shakes his head.]

Naw... that thing just a helmet. Sorry if ya thought I was some cool robot or somethin'.

...

'N thanks for stickin' 'round, too.
I can tell... I really needin' it, right now.

Of course! We're friends!

[Rinku smiles. She rummages in her bag and pulls out a first aid kit and some potions. Chipp will probably know what he needs or can have.

A thought comes to her, looking between his expressionless face and the screen.]

...So if that's not your head, does that mean... it's your Rina-chan board?

Friends... heh.

[He's not going to comment on his feelings about the idea, of course; Rinku did just save his life, after all.
But if she's offering, he'll go ahead and take one of those potions for himself -

Not without stopping to blink at her with confusion, though.]

... My what board?

Oh! Maybe you don't have it at home. There's this girl from one of the Love Live series who doesn't really make facial expressions, so to make sure people know what she's feeling, she starts drawing kaomoji and holding them up in front of her face. And then she builds this headset with a screen on her face that displays them automatically! And she goes "Rina-chan Board says happy" and stuff.

...

[The look she's getting would honestly be comical if he were any good at emoting.
Sadly, he is not... so instead, she continues to receive Empty Confusion™.
Confusion so empty, he doesn't even have a proper icon for it.]

I ain't... heard o' that. I mean, you ain't wrong... my helmet lets me smile 'n shit.
But, uh...

[Rinku, this is a man who spends his afternoons drinking and watching racecars go around a track a million times for fun, this is SO far out of his wheelhouse--]

Oh, that's okay! Lots of people here haven't heard of this kinda stuff, I guess. [She rubs the back of her head.] But is it kinda similar?

Ouais, you could say that... thing reads my brain for me, decides what I'm feelin' so I ain't gotta.
'Member what I toldja, how I ain't got the best workin' brain for that kinda thing?
This thing made to help with that.

[He is, in fact, still the flattest both in expression and tone, even as he talks.]

... I'm actually pretty damn happy right now. Or, 'least, I think I am - I got that weird, warm feelin' somewhere in there, like I been spendin' time with dogs or somethin'.
Even though I know I ain't look I'm feelin' that way.

[Rinku nods, smiling back at him!]

That's okay! I guess some people are just kinda like that. There's lots of other things about people I don't understand either. And I'm glad you're okay! I was kinda worried. Actually really worried.

You were worried about--

[Well, there's ONE thing his face can do, expression-wise - hearing that she'd been so worried gets his frown to deepen, his brow pinching together just a little more.]

Miss Rinku, ya barely know me... you ain't gotta concern yourself with weird fuckers like me that you barely know.

Eh? Why not? Everyone's weird to somebody. And even if I didn't know you at all, it'd be kinda scary seeing someone who looked like they were dying out here!

[why wouldn't she be worried????]

Sure, ouais...
But what if healin' me like this means I'm gonna run off 'n go kill more people?

[More people. More of them.]

I ain't done yet, after all. It really a good idea, healin' up a stranger when you ain't know what they capable of?

[And Rinku completely misses that. She might register it in a couple hours. Still, she shakes her head.]

Of course! I don't want you to die either. The riot's scary too, and I wanna protect whoever I can. If I just left you there, wouldn't I be as bad as the guys setting stuff on fire and trying to hurt people? I think I would.

You'd be savin' lives if ya left me here, that's what you'd be doin'! I just toldja, I ain't done yet!

[It's not like he was just saying that as fluff; if he's got the energy, he's going to do this all over again.
Collect more bracelets, end up beat to shit, pass back out, probably end up in the Flower Yard.]

...You mean trying to break up the riot?

[Slow headtilt. Then, after a pause to ponder, she gulps and shakes her head.]

I know not everyone else is like me. Lots of people aren't trying to stop these guys peacefully. Lots of people aren't scared to hurt another person. But even if I don't like it, I still know it's 'cause you guys wanna protect people too.

...Neechan cut off a guy's arm once, to save me. I had nightmares for weeks. Sometimes I still do. Even though that guy showed back up still doing crimes and I ran into him again while he was putting out those torture curse things. So I think I get why you'd do this, even if I don't.

...

'S real generous of you to think I'm doin' this to protect folks, Miss Rinku.

[She's even going to get a hair ruffle for it - soft and warm, between those little giraffe horns of hers.]

But to tell ya the truth... I just need to do it for my own sake.
I been hurtin'... I been hurtin' bad. I wanna make others hurt as bad as I do.
And I ain't done yet.

Them bein' criminals just a good excuse.

[Rinku nudges into the petting. When Chipp explains, she blinks a few times to try to process it.]

You hurt because you're hurting? ...Does it help you, Chipp-san?

[... More of those ruffles, then, if she's going to be cute about it.]

It do.
Nothin' do my heart good quite like seein' someone who hurt others fearin' for his own life, after all.
I mean, don't get me wrong... I'll do this even if I ain't hurtin'. 'S just what I was made to do, killin' folks like this.
Don't know anything else.

But when I feel like this... nothin' helps quite like it.

[She takes that in, turning it over in her mind.

This is what she made me for.

She's seen people by now turn away from what they were made to do. Maybe Chipp might someday, too. But the way he is now, he's trying his best to be good and protect the people who need it with what he has, and the thought makes Rinku smile a little despite everything.]

I don't really understand it, but I'm glad you're around, Chipp-san. And I think other people must be too.

...

[The sentiment as a whole get his eyebrows to lift a bit - not a lot, there's still much his face simply can't do. But... enough.
Enough to make it clear he's surprised by what he's heard.]

... Can't believe I just toldja I been killin' folks to get my feelin's out, 'n that's what you come to.
But... thank ya kindly, Miss Rinku.

I got a couple friends here. Not a lot... but a couple. I know they'd be happy to see me come home smilin' ear to ear after all this shit.

[Or, well, corner to corner... since it'd be his screen and all.]

I just said I don't like killing and dying, but still. You're important to people, and you're trying your best with what you have, right? Even if I don't get it, I get that and I get that you're keeping people safe. I wanna be able to come back to the hotel and see the kids all safe, too.

[She truly doesn't get his feelings. But they're his, and no one else's. And isn't her all-consuming all-loving nature just as weird as his? It's caused problems. Drove the first friend she made here to want nothing to do with her. Hit others in the trauma when she was just trying to be positive.

And even if she tries not to hurt anyone, she still has a body count now. She doesn't want to think about that either. Maybe it's nothing like Chipp's, but she still can't hate how he is.

It's not wrong to be who you are. No matter who does or doesn't understand.]

You gotta come back safe to your friends, okay?

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