[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 ❤]

Comments

[fauxbot]

...

'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.

[roundandaround]

[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?

[fauxbot]

[... 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.

[roundandaround]

[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.

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...

[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.]

[roundandaround]

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?

[fauxbot]

Naw, I know, I know. I know you ain't like killin' 'n shit.
'S the fact that... you don't like it, 'n you listenin' to me talk about how I do it, but you still say you glad I'm around?

It means somethin' to me. Dunno what... but somethin'.

[And here, he'll go ahead and pull his hand back from her hair. Namely so she can get up and leave if she wants to -
He won't make her or anything, he is enjoying her company. Just... if she wants to.]

... Don't worry, though. I ain't gonna do anything else tonight; I'll go home 'n be good.
So I can come back to my friends, just like you say.

[roundandaround]

[Rinku brightens. She hugs him again, glowing like a lightbulb in the alley, and then pulls back and gets up, but offers a hand for Chipp to get up too.]

Okay. I probably gotta get back to check on the hotel. But I liked seeing you again, and I'm glad you're okay! If you need something, let me know, okay?

[fauxbot]

[He'll use her hand to get up, of course -

But once he's standing? She's getting pulled into another hug as well, the kind that's warm and firm (and only kinda sorta smells like fire and blood).
And once he pulls back once more, he'll take a second to grab his helmet and his prosthetic - slapping on the first, turning on the second - before he says anything else.]

... Same to you. But, eh... I know last time we spoke, I offered to kill folks for ya -
This time... I wantcha to know there a lot more than that.

I make stuff. You need car shit, I can do car shit - you need computer shit, I can do computer shit.
Robot shit? I can do robot shit.
Toys, sculptures, make those... gardenin' shit. I grow plants 'n veggies.

'N I do music... I'm a DJ, too.

So... you need any o' that, you can come find me. I live with Dr. Miyata, down in Amberfall.
You welcome there, anytime you wanna.

[roundandaround]

[Rinku returns the hug with a happy noise, her tail swishing behing her. The sparkles in her eyes grow stronger when he mentions all his hobbies.]

I'll definitely remember! Maybe we can even collab or do a DJ battle some time! Oh, right, Porty-san still owes me one of those from, like, a year ago. I bet you're great at all those things! I'm only great at a few things... but thank you so much!

[Another giggly happy noise, and she bounces on her heels.]

I'll definitely come visit, too, I promise!

[fauxbot]

[... Okay. Okay.
One more hair ruffle for the road. He can't not, she's too cute.]

How 'bout this... once all this blows over 'n everyone all safe again, you come hit me up, we talk about music for a while?
Can't guarantee we like the same stuff, but hey - if we collab, that'd be the fun part, if you ask me.

But...
I'll head on home, now. Prolly sleep so I ain't usin' up so much magic just stayin alive... hope the lights come back soon.

You stay safe now, ouais? Go protect that hotel 'n them kids o' yours.

[roundandaround]

Thanks, Chipp-san! I'm gonna do my best too! See you then ♪

[She beams and digs into her purse for a bunny-ear headband, puts it on (even if it fits weird with her braid and horns), and jumps all the way up to the fire escape. Time to use roof-hopping to save time as she waves goodbye.]