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bakerstreet2022-08-21 04:51 pm
ldfsh) wrote in bakerstreet2022-08-21 04:51 pm
when things break bad...
Bad End AU Meme
Sometimes you want a fix-it AU. You want everyone to live, to be happy, to find love, so on and so forth. You want the bad guy to lose early, for victory and triumph. Those are great things. Those are happy things. But sometimes terrible things happen to good people and you want to get catharsis through making some characters suffer. We understand. We really do. Sometimes no one wins. Sometimes the villain wins. Sometimes even if the heroes win everything is for naught. Sometimes, things just don't end happily.
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Yaoyorozu-san. I'm going to need you to go back to class.
[ Her eyes dart to the hand slipping behind her younger self's back. She breathes out a heavy exhale, frowning. ]
Please. You do not want to get involved in this. Go back to class.
shows up late as hell with starbucks
[ The thought brings anxiety bubbling up from the pit of Momo's stomach, but she does her best to force it back down. Giving into the urge to panic is only going to put her in more danger. She needs to stay calm, to think and devise some way of keeping this situation from spiralling out of control until help arrives.
[ For a moment she considers playing along with the woman's suggestion. She could retreat and call for assistance once she's out of sight ... but the problem with that plan is that she doesn't know what the stranger's goal is. The time it takes for a teacher to arrive, however rapid the response may be, might be enough for her to escape, or even to succeed in whatever she's infiltrated the campus to do. Perhaps her objective is something that the teachers could deal with after the fact ... but it could just as easily be something that put her classmates, or even the rest of the student body in danger.
[ As nerve-wracking, and as risky, as it might be, it seems like the best way to prevent that is to keep the older woman talking until help arrives. ]
Get involved with what? What are you talking about?
[ For help to arrive, though, she has to call for it. She wills a small object into existence in the palm of the hand behind her back, using her body to conceal the tell-tale blue and pink sparks of her Quirk activating. It's a simple device; a thumb-sized noisemaker designed to emit sounds far too high-pitched for anyone without heightened hearing to notice. It should alert Hound Dog, Principal Nezu, and even Jiro-san if she happened to be listening. ]
there's no time limit on time travel PSLs
She's running out of options, and depending on what it is that her younger self just made, she may also be running out of time.
Fine. Time to escalate things.
She raises a hand, blue and pink sparks of her own alighting as a stun gun forms in her palm. Her face goes deathly serious as she tries to reason with Momo again. ]
My name is Yaoyorozu Momo. I came here from ten years in your future. I promise you, I don't want to hurt you or anyone else, but I will if I have to.
i really hope not because WOW life has been a lot lately
[ ... and using Momo's Quirk.
[ That's ... that's not possible, but there's no mistaking it either. The shimmer of pink and blue is shocking enough that Momo doesn't immediately register the threat in front of her -- the stun gun in the woman's hand. The surprise doesn't waylay her for long, though. She realizes the situation she's in quickly; instinct and training begin to kick in.
[ She can use Creation to make a thin layer of insulation underneath her clothes. It might not offer her much protection, but it could buy her a few seconds in a situation where every one is precious. As her finger slides towards the button on the noisemaker her mind begins to throw out possibilities as to just how this woman has her Quirk. The one that makes the most immediate sense is that she has a Quirk like Monoma from Class B -- something that allows her to copy other Quirks. It'll be difficult to counter without knowing how it works, so she'll need to--
[ The other woman speaks.
[ 'My name is Yaoyorozu Momo. I came here from ten years in your future. I promise you, I don't want to hurt you or anyone else, but I will if I have to.'
[ Momo's train of thought derails completely.
[ It's as absurd as it is impossible, but some part of her isn't allowing the rest to discard the possibility. It ... it makes a strange sort of sense. It would explain how the other woman has her Quirk. It would explain the immediate sense of familiarity, because now that her mind has been guided in that direction, she could see just how much the older woman resembled her. It also raised far, far more questions than it answered. Instead of offering any sort of certainty, it sent a finger of unease running down Momo's spine and rooted her to the spot. ]
Wh-what ...?
[ It's all she can manage for the moment. Her brain is so busy grasping at hows and whys that she hasn't even pushed the button on the noisemaker. ]
two and a half months later, life continues to be a lot...
She lowers the gun, clicking the release on the magazine and letting it fall to the ground, raising her hands to show she means no harm. ]
Look, I can explain, just... Not here. Not out in the open. Can we go inside and talk this through? [ She glances back to the 1-A dorm building. ] Into your dorm room, maybe?
yeah same
[ It isn't.
[ It can't be.
[ But no matter how firmly her rational mind decries it as impossible, there's some part of her that, for some reason that she can't quite understand, refuses to reject it entirely.
[ Whatever that reason is, the inner conflict she's experiencing hasn't caused her to forget her circumstances. Whether this woman was who she claimed to be or not, Momo had caught her attempting to gain access to Class 1A's dorms. The fact that her request was still angling for a way in hadn't escaped Momo's notice. ]
... then tell me something that only I would know! What was the first item that I made using Creation? And what did my mother say when she saw what I had done?
[ It was an impossible question. It's a story that she hadn't shared with anyone - not her classmates, nor her teachers, nor anyone within the media. Whoever this woman is, there's no way that she would know the correct answer ... she would guess wrong, and Momo would have a brief moment to call for assistance before the other woman would be forced to act by her ruse being uncovered. Momo tensed in anticipation, her fingers tightening around the button on her noisemaker. ]