[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

[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.]

[fauxbot]

Mmm.

[It's a little hum of acknowledgement - the kind that says "I'm listening, don't worry, I'm just thinking at the same time" - and after a moment...
He turns again, but this time, he stops in place. Complete with holding a hand up to stop Katsuki, too.]

... You want somethin' to cover that? Somethin' strong.
Keep it safe while you doin' that kinda shit?

[boombam]

[Katsuki will stop, stumbling just a little (still getting used to walking with one arm..). And he'll look at Chipp with squinted eyes when he's asked if he wants something to cover and keep his healing wound safe.]

...yeah. I do.

[He's not sure what Chipp has in mind, and looks a little apprehensive. But he's not going to lie, either. It'd probably be very smart to get some kind of armor or something for his right side.]

[fauxbot]

[That gets a little nod in response, no words - he understands how Katsuki feels, after all. Perhaps more than he knows.
But he'll go ahead and lift those claws of his, then, with violet light starting to gather at their sharpened tips... only to lift his head, too, to aim at the plates around his own neck.

It takes a moment - he's still working on a slowly emptying internal battery thanks to the darkness around the both of them - but his magic works to slowly pull those iron plates off of him, pulling them like taffy and forming them into a ball in between the both of them.]

... Turn a li'l. Lemme see it.

[boombam]

[Katsuki tilts his head a little curiously as he watches Chipp bend the metal of the plates usually sitting around Chipp's neck. He wasn't expecting to get anything now... so he's a little taken aback and takes a second to register when he's being asked to turn.]

R-right.

[He'll untie his t-shirt sleeve, first. And then roll it up to the shoulder so Chipp can get a better look at how much of his arm was left. It's.. only a couple of inches, and the bandages have a little bit of blood seeping through where a stitch had been torn from Katsuki's excess movement.]

...ah, shit. Todoroki's gonna be pissed.

[It's not the worst, and will heal pretty easily. But opening his wound even a little bit is definitely going to get a scolding....]

[fauxbot]

... I could change those for ya so he won't know.
Once we get somewhere safer, I mean. We gonna find you a meal, but then I'm gonna walk ya down to Miyata Clinic, ouais?

[That's said as he looks over Katsuki's bandages, humming a little... And then he looks at the ball of metal floating in front of himself, reaching out to use his hands to shape it like clay.
Looking back at Katsuki's arm... then back to shaping. Until it's a perfectly shaped little end cap, like the pauldron from a suit of armor.]

Here. Hold that on your shoulder for me so I can finish it up.

[boombam]

[Well it doesn't seem like it matters what Katsuki says-- they're getting the bandages changed no matter what! Not that he would've said no at the offer. Because it might be a good idea to change them at the clinic, anyway.

When he's asked to hold the little cap on, he nods and does as he's told. Curious about just how useful this'll be to him once it's finished.]

[fauxbot]

[He's pretty sure it will be! Chipp's Macguyvering is strange, but always useful to some degree.

... When it comes to the "strange" side of it, though -
Now that the cap's being held onto, Chipp's just gonna go ahead and take off his own belt for this, measuring it around Katsuki to see just where he'll need to connect it. Humming to himself a little with thought, which his helmet softly autotunes.

And then he'll go about doing just that - using his magic to connect the belt to the metal cap properly, making sure the belt loops underneath Katsuki's other arm, making sure it's not too tight yet not too loose... all that good stuff.
Once it's on? He steps back again, hands on his hips, looking over his work.]

... Should do it. That iron's special - comes from the land o' the dead.
So it'll last a good, long time. Don't worry 'bout ruinin' it or nothin'.

[boombam]

[Once it's all said and done, Katsuki will gently knock on the iron with his fist to feel how strong it is and how thick it is. He doesn't feel it that much when he knocks, so it's thick enough to endure some heavy hits.]


....why are you helping me all of a sudden? You wanted me dead ten minutes ago.

[Not that he's not thankful for the armor, but he's just confused. This has been one of the most confusing interactions he's had in his life.]

[fauxbot]

...

[Chipp takes a moment, here, brushing off that metal cap before settling both of his own hands on both of the other's shoulders.]

... When I first saw ya, I thought I was just lookin' at another killer. That, there, is my MO; I kill killers.
Killers 'n those folks who hurt innocents.
The other vampires... they don't pick 'n choose; they'll kill anyone they run across.
So they all on my list, too, like all them criminals that got busted out.

Ya started beggin' 'n pleadin' 'n I was sure you were pullin' some kinda bluff... but by now, 's clear y'ain't.
You really are just some li'l gay kid, got turned into a vampire against your will. You miss the junk food you can't eat - you gotta boy back home you fancy.
You wanna be a good person. A hero.

So, y'know.
I'm helpin'.

[He looks at Katsuki, and he sees himself. A lot more than he'd like to see, really.]

[boombam]

[Katsuki perks up a little bit when Chipp mentions that he's a "killer killer". It's.. kind of like heroism, it sounds like? But maybe more like vigilantism... Heroes don't usually go out of their way to kill criminals, unless they absolutely need to. But Vigilantes absolutely would kill for simply the reason of making sure there's less Villains in the world.

It makes sense, then, why he would let him go and even be kind to him. Though he doesn't know how to feel about being called "some 'lil gay kid"...]

...I ain't a kid, you know. I'm eighteen.

[He knows Chipp's going to call him a kid anyway, though. Most adults do.]

I appreciate the help, though. And that you spared me.

If I had been killed at that moment, I think I would've lost my damn mind when I revived.

[Katsuki's been going through so much lately that a death would've 100% pushed him over the edge...]

[fauxbot]

[Well, hmm. Is Chipp just going to call him a kid anyway?]

Fair 'nuff. I'll drop the "kid", then; but that means you gotta put up with whatever stupid bullshit I use, instead.
That good with you, bougre?

[He's going to be called so many stupid Louisiana French diminutives and he cannot escape this fate.
For example, "bougre" rhymes with the first half of "sugar" and means either "buddy" or "bastard" depending on his mood.]

'N just so ya know... even though I spared ya, I still wantcha to check with me. Okay?
Tell me how bein' a hero for folks is goin'. What it's like.

I wouldn't know, me.

[boombam]

Whatever. I don't care what people call me, at the end of the day.

[And it's true. He's never been the type to get that fussy over nicknames. He tends to just ignore them and move right along.]

And I will. I already told you I was gonna, and I don't go back on my word. Every month on the first.

[He'll... probably update him with his lovelife, too. If anything ever goes anywhere.]

I'll tell you all about bein' a Hero. Hell, I can tell you about what it's like now if you want. I was a Hero back home, too. It's not just somethin' I've decided to randomly pick up.