[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 ❤]

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[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.

[fauxbot]

[Those hands of his finally leave Katsuki's shoulders, and instead find places in Chipp's pockets - just to have somewhere to put them, of course.]

... You makin' it sound like heroism's a hobby folks can just pick up for the hell of it.

[boombam]

Some people here act like it is. Even you were teasing me when I called myself a Hero. You said I was just "fancying myself one" after chasing criminals without knowing a damn thing about me.

[Not a lot of people take him seriously when he first tells them about his home and the job he's been working so hard towards. They tend to act like it is some kind of hobby that Katsuki was chasing. Like he was just mimicking comic books and like there wasn't a genuine reason behind it.]

Where I'm from, being a Hero is a government job and it takes a lotta hard work and dedication. You won't make it if you just see it as a hobby or as an easy way to get money.

[....Though. Okay. Honestly? Heroism IS Katsuki's biggest hobby. But he's also a freak who doesn't do anything else with his time, and he doesn't see it as one even if it absolutely is for him.]

[fauxbot]

... Huh. Ouais, yeah, okay, I can see where folks get confused -
Most worlds, "hero"'s just, ehh... an adjective. Someone might call ya somethin' like that if you save their life, or if you give'em a dollar so they can afford they lunch... y'know.

So if 's a job for you... I can see why folks ain't take it seriously when they hear you talkin' 'bout it. Got the seriousness of a career, but for somethin' most folks view as fanciful in the first place.

[This is all said with him reaching up to scratch the bottom of his screen in thought, of course. As if his helmet has a chin.]

...

Kinda like the way folks here treat me bein' a Grim Reaper. For me, 's just what my people're called; like pointin' at a dog 'n callin' it a dog.
But y'know, folks hear that 'n get scared, thinkin' I'm some harbinger of death...

...

Which, I mean, I am - but not 'cause o' the Grim Reaper thing.

[boombam]

[Katsuki is quiet and thoughtful as Chipp compares both of their experiences. Katsuki's title as a Hero, and Chipp's apparent species being called "Grim Reapers". It's similar, but different enough that it has the boy tilt his head curiously.]

Your species are called Grim Reapers? Why's that?

[The key difference here is that Heroes are still that-- heroic. They do Hero things. So he's curious.. do Reapers do Reaper things or is just Chipp who's violent and deals with death?]