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Mega Post of Mega-Backdated Halloween Events
[There's very little difference between Annie the Human Farmer and Annie the Bunny Farmer. The long velvety ears poking out of her kerchief were noticeable, certainly. The fluffy tail just makes her skirt a little more flared and can't really be seen.]
[But there happens to be one teensy tiny thing about being rabbitfolk that Annie has decided she enjoys.]
WOO HOO!
[She sails past a third-story window with one powerful leap, arms spread, dark hair flagging behind her to slap against her back as she touches down on the soles of her thick boots...and leaps again, fists punched toward the sky. She bounces off of a mailbox, the top of a street lamp, a fence post, and finally comes to a rest on the sidewalk, breathless with flushed cheeks.]
Whew! Well how do you like those apples?
[Well! She seems to be having a good time, but takes a moment to look around her and see if anyone else is enjoying this strange holiday surprise. There have been all kinds of unusual changes going on around town, and she can't say she's not curious. If she isn't approached first, she'll gladly take the initiative and jog right on up to anyone she sees, happy or gloomy, to strike up conversation with a cheery greeting.]
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[It's night time in Fayren. Moonlight bathes Midoriya's room in blue and silver, spearing through the curtains, spilling over the floor, and sheeting the boy-shaped lump buried beneath the thick wool blankets and showing only a mess of wild green hair denting the pillow. The autumn nights get cold, and Midoriya has learned to go to bed with more than one pair of socks to keep his feet from turning into blocks of ice.]
[Something is tickling at his ear. It doesn't bother him at first, but after a few moments, his dreams are disturbed, and his brows twitch in irritation.]
Mmmmgh...
[His ear definitely itches. Once he starts to scratch at it, ahhhhh, relief.]
[...But since when did he wear soft gloves to bed? Kinda weird. He blinks his eyes open, bleary and confused, only to realize he's looking at his foot. Pointed at his ear. He scratched his ear with his foot.]
...Huh? What the--
[As he speaks, small points press uncomfortably against his upper lip. He lightly touches his tongue to his teeth only to discover that they're all sharp and pointed. The shock is enough to yank him upright with a gasp, flinging the blanket aside. In the dimly lit room, there's no missing the thick tufts of dark fur peeking out from the cuffs of his pajama sleeves, the top of his collar, and through the small gaps between each button.]
[He's furry. Very, very furry.]
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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[Midoriya has tried not to panic, but what does a teenage boy do when he finds that not only is he a hairy beast with sharp teeth and claws, but his quirk seems to have been muted as well? What happened to his strength? Why can't he tap into it?]
[He isn't sure, but he thinks he can at least do something about the fur. Bundling himself up in blankets, he sneaks into the men's bathroom, locks the door, and throws off the concealing covers before rifling around through the cabinets. Someone here has to have a battery-powered shaver or hair trimmer. If so, it's going to get ruined. If not, the results are the same: big fluffy mountains of dark green fur drifting to the ground, piling around his feet, to leave him...patchy and miserable. No matter how much fur he shears off, it grows back, but not at the same rate. He grips the sink and stares into the mirror, looking less like a werewolf and more like a poorly groomed chow-chow with a severe underbite. E: He pushes his fingers through his hair and bows his head, groaning.]
[Maybe he can sneak out the window and take some time to regrow all his fur, and try to figure out just what kind of pubescent hell he's just experienced (and how to reverse it). He does his best to sweep up all of the dark green fur from the floor and stuff it into the trash before throwing the blanket over his head and creeping back to his room to get his communicator and clothes.]
[After a day and a half later, he sends a text to Bulla: Can we make it a day date?]
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[It was a surprise, to be sure, and one she didn't believe. She made a tiny cut in her shoulder to be sure, and when the tiny beads of blood continued to bloom on her pale skin instead of smoothing over in perfect regeneration...she smiled.]
[Then she went shopping. A homunculus had no need for clothes, but a human did, and humans could also indulge in her very favorite thing: hot showers. With all the money she'd never had to spend, accumulated from weeks of employment as an alchemy teacher, she could certainly splurge on a decent hotel room with a comfortable bed and a nice big bathroom with a glass shower. She spent over two hours under that constant stream of hot water, eyes closed, smiling serenely as she enjoyed the sensation of wet and heat on bare skin instead of the constant presence of a clingy black dress...something as much a part of her as a homunculus as her immortal flesh. That dress lay in a dark puddle on the floor, discarded and kicked aside to be neglected and forgotten.]
[She doesn't know how much time she has in this form, but she's under no delusion that it will last. She means to make the most of it, wearing real clothes that feel soft and comfortable. She avoids eating and sleeping until it becomes necessary as she was never all that enthralled by the taste of food or the silliness of dreams. But there are things she does enjoy, such as the chill of rain, the warmth of sunlight, any temperature in general.]
[And to those she meets? She's actually rather pleasant. She can view people as curiosities rather than tools to be used or worthless obstacles to be discarded. Deep inside, of course, she's very much aware that positive bonds made now will serve her quest to manufacture a philosopher's stone and become permanently human when her humanity ends. But while she's able, she can allow herself to earnestly enjoy being human.]
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[Mantis hadn't noticed anything was wrong until her daily cold shower (as maintenance had never responded to the request she made months ago about fixing the water heater). As soon as the water hit her body, there was a sudden sharp pain in her legs and feet. She dropped to the floor, gasping, and to her surprise she found that a giant fish-like tail had unfurled.]
[She wasn't really sure if she should scream or not. Instead she dragged herself across the dirty tiled floor, over the tomato-orange shag carpet, and to her nightstand where she reached up and groped blindly until her fingers found the communicator. Scrolling through the entries, she saw that many others seemed to have been transformed into some manner of creature. And apparently she was half-fish.]
[Her initial plan was to put on a clean shirt (which she did) and make lots of calls for delivery since it would be too difficult and likely painful to haul herself around the streets. But after she'd settled into a sort of blanket and pillow nest on the floor, and enough hours had passed for her to dry off, she found that her lower body was starting to tingle. Mantis peeked beneath the blankets and found she had legs again. So...only water would change her, it appeared. She would just take a bath at night then until the epidemic had passed. That should be easy.]
[Nothing was ever easy for Mantis.]
[In summary, she'd visited an aquarium that was lacking in exhibits and thus customers, been doused by the sprinklers when someone tried to sneak a smoke in the break room, and been outed as a siren when she lay on the ground with her big old fish tail slapping at the floor. The owner, wild-eyed and pale when he saw her, tried to rush toward her but the firemen of the city were quick to respond and delayed his frantic pursuit long enough for Mantis to hide in a janitorial closet and dry herself off with spools of cheap brown paper towels. Once she had legs, she ran.]
[Sometimes she's seen the man walking around, holding a super soaker in his arms and peering intently at the faces of the people he passes, asking if they've seen a mermaid. They laugh in his face, and Mantis hides until he's gone somewhere else.]
[For a while, her evasion seems to be working. But one day...it looks like it's going to rain.]
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[There's been a rash of armed robberies in the various cities ever since the kidnapped denizens started turning into Halloween horrors. Naturally, with all of the chaos going on, this is a prime opportunity to raise some 'capital' for a future business...a future business of evil and power!]
[Some of the robberies take place at night, undetected, where the owner arrives at the shop to find the door either punched off of its hinges or covered in cucumber vines that pried it loose. Also a big chunk of valuable inventory, be it technology, magic, or piles of cash and jewelry, has been stolen.]
[A few witnesses claim to have seen the culprits, describing the robber as a purple cyclops, a big fat blue king, or a very tall and weirdly hot brawny woman with a shock of huge and fluffy wheat-brown hair, and sporting a studded leather jacket.]
[This trio of thugs is now racing down the streets of Genessia City on rumbling motorcycles, wearing sunglasses and a sneer on their faces. Some might have seen King Hippo or Eggplant Wizard before as prominent stars in the Ghost of the Musical's failed one-night production. But the woman, in her ripped jeans and low-cut tank top with the big spangly bracelets and glittering gold hoop earrings, she's never been seen before. And she's very clearly the leader, riding in front of the others.]
[She pulls her bike over to the curb of a seedy-looking bar and spits her gum onto the street.]
Stay here and keep a look out! Road Mama's gonna do a little recruiting!
[Flipping out a compact, she applies a fresh coat of scarlet to her plump lips courtesy of a blinged out lipstick case, checks to make sure the electric blue eyeshadow hasn't smeared, and struts into the dive bar in her big leopard-print high heels. She's got plans for this city, and this is not only a prime time to gather money and supplies when her human form is temporary and thus impossible to identify, but to gather allies and minions too. Maybe even a little information.]
['Road Mama' slides right onto a vinyl barstool and peels out a few redbills.]
Gimme a Shirley Temple. Double cherries.
[It's not like she's going to drink alcohol. It kills brain cells, and that would be akin to straight up suicide given that a big mass of brain cells is ALL SHE IS.]
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[Her stomach is growling. Orihime hugs her middle (because punching it didn't work this time) and keeps her head down. If she looks at anyone, the cravings become intense, her fangs grow, and she starts making a
[She just has to face the fact that she's a vampire and she'll have to suck it up (literally) and make her way to Everglade where people can buy and drink blood in bags.]
[But she really shouldn't have waited so long to do it, because the urge to sink her teeth into someone's throbbing artery and drink of their hot life juices is unbearably strong. So, head down, one foot in front of the other, don't look, don't even inhale...]
[But people just look so good. :c She digs her fingers into her sides, pinching herself to shake off the temptation that plagues her, and hurries her steps into a jog. If she's lucky, she won't run into anyone on the way. If she's unlucky, she'll literally run into someone and pounce on them.]
[If she's straight up doomed, she'll run into a vampire hunter.]
[Being a vampire totally sucks.]
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[Being a vampire is awesome. Minako zips up the little black lacy dress she picked out and walks to the mirror to admire herself.]
[Nothing is there.]
[Oh, right, the whole reflection thing. Well whatever, she's sure she looks great. She tosses her blonde hair over her snowy white shoulder, practically exploding with supernatural confidence and charm as she heads out of her apartment building and into the streets to turn some heads. She knows she looks good, and it doesn't take a lot of convincing to get fed. She pleads as cutely as possible (which would ordinarily look stupidly saccharine) for just a little taste, and only drinks enough to satisfy her appetite and leave her willing victim, at worst, a little woozy. Then she cuddles and/or dances with him.]
[In short, she's enjoying herself. Being a vampire makes her feel sultry and sexy, and it's an addictive high for the newly-turned-sixteen girl. The only really annoying thing is that she can't transform into Sailor Venus, but as she discovered, being supernaturally fast and strong carries plenty of advantages, enough that she can run down an evil-doer and punish them.]
[And drink a lot of their blood to leave them weak and feeble, easy pickings for the police!]
[Being a vampire totally rules.]
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[Yang started her day by hosing down her flaming bed with the fire extinguisher.]
[Things improved significantly once she figured out how to control her fiery powers. Her natural strength seems to be absent, but she still knows how to throw a mean punch, and hasn't really found it difficult to continue her duties as a deputy guardian. Those in trouble in Nova City (or even those in other cities if she happens to be nearby) will find themselves safe and warm when Yang literally explodes onto the scene.]
[There's one particular opportunity she pursues in her line of work as a bounty hunter. A man named Mad Mikkeldack is someone she's been trying to bust for a while, but she can never get close to him. But as an exotic flaming dancer named 'Hotsy Totsy' (best name ever), she can get into the club at long last.]
[It's not a guarantee that he'll show up. He doesn't on the first night. Yang's fiery twirls and gyrations yield nothing of value
[But on the third night...that's when things get interesting.]
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[One week after the end of the carnival - Locked to Allen Only!]
[There's something funny about this tarot deck. Minako has harbored growing suspicions when she realized that every person who came to her for a fortune reading, at least the ones she saw, suffered from some kind of weird fate. Given that Genessia ordinarily does this to people on a near monthly basis, she didn't realize the cause at first. But when she was bored and tried to give herself a love reading, just to see if there truly was a romantic future in store for her someday, the cards remained firmly glued together after she shuffled them.]
[Now she's pretty sure she knows why.]
[She waits until late at night, when the arcade is closed and everyone's gone home, to take out the tarot deck and place it on her deck. Minako plants her fists against her hips and frowns sternly.]
All right, enough with the phony act. You're more than just an ordinary deck of tarot cards, aren't you? I know you've been cursing people and you've been using me to do it!
[The deck doesn't respond. Minako's blue eyes narrow.]
Well if you're not going to talk, that's fine by me. I'll just enjoy a nice refreshing soda.
[She marches to the vending machine and slams the heel of her palm on the button that dispenses a cola. Cracking open the can, she returns to the desk, and holds the beverage high in the air.]
Oooops, I'm gonna spill iiiiiiitttttt...
[A flash of purple light explodes in Minako's office just before something seizes her throat and slams her against the wall. She finds herself face to face with a ghastly visage...a face with sunken features, eyeless, teeth exposed in a sneer. Tattered floating robes garb the demon's spindly and skeletal form as it squeezes a bony hand, tightening its grip on Minako's neck.]
You fail to understand your purpose. If you will no longer serve me, then you're telling me your usefulness is at an end. It would be best to consider your next words carefully, minion.
[Minako grips the demon's wrists with both her hands, trying to pry herself loose, but to no avail. It's hard to breathe. Harder to speak. She tries anyway.]
Why...ngh...are you cursing people...?
[The demon chortles, low and wheezing.]
Why? To siphon their energy, of course. Once their fates are foretold, a bond is forged that they cannot break, and I am sustained. Soon I will have enough energy to walk free, and break the chains that bind me to that moldering pile of painted cards. All you have to do is keep up your silly little game of romantic fantasies, feed them what their lonely hearts are starved to hear, and perhaps I will reward you by altering fate in your favor...like you've always secretly desired.
[Minako flinches. How does this demon know so much about her? Did it pick up her own secret yearning when she tried to find love for everyone else to enjoy...? It's...tempting. She can't deny that it's tempting. To really truly love someone, to have her lonely fate changed...]
...Love...real love...
[The weathered and dry flesh stretches into a triumphant smile. It starts to speak, but Minako interrupts. She's not finished.]
...isn't something you can buy at the expense of someone else, you raisin-faced creep!
[Confusion. Outrage. With a shriek, the demon whirls around and hurls Minako bodily across the room, toward the second-floor window.]
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However, it wasn't very long before Timcampy and Link Jr had just gone to the floor and decided to just choose a spot themselves. With a small sigh of defeat, Allen understood they were just tired so had set about setting up the tent, which thankfully didn't take that long.
With the tent up and sorted, Allen was about to settle for the night when he heard something. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was night and usually it was never anything good. Turning his head he made sure his friends were asleep, which they seemed to be before heading out the tent to investigate, activating his innocence as he ran to where he heard the commotion only a spot a familiar crop of blond hair barreling out of the window.
He knew if she were to hit the ground that would be the end for her and he wasn't planning on letting that happen anytime if he could help it. So using his innocence he sent a part of it across to hit the wall closest in order to make him move fast towards where he was sure she would land. Soon pull it in, he moves quickly letting to move away from the wall the moment he was close enough to where she would be.
Arms extended he made sure to catch her before she fell.]
Gotcha.
[He soon landed on his feet before looking somewhat concerned, still keeping a firm grip for a moment.]
Are you okay? [He soon made sure to gently let her down afterwards.]
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But now?
He's never full. It's never enough. His insides feel hollow, his stomach constantly complaining, the pain of starvation ever-present in every thought. Blood is like a drug, and he's suddenly found himself addicted. He needs it, craves it. He'll do anything to get it.
And Rip, inconveniently, is currently human.
It's taken every ounce of his will to not feed on her. He fought her for dominance, to prove that he's not her prey, when the tables were flipped. He could. His body is strong enough to withstand her assaults, to reject her fangs if he doesn't want them buried in his flesh. But now, for a time, she doesn't have that benefit. She's become mortal, and soft, and appealing as hell, but they've moved beyond that petty fight. He loves her. And so he has decided that she will not be prey for him.
As one might expect, he cares less about others.
And so he's in this seedy bar, wearing shoes for once and a thick leather jacket over jeans and a deep red t-shirt that matches his eyes, sipping a more literal than usual Bloody Mary. The commotion of being surrounded by life soothes him a bit and gives him some space to not have to fight himself. A good hunter knows how to wait for the right prey, after all.
So when a tall, confident, sensual woman strolls in like she owns the place, he can't help but take notice.]
Mind if I put yer order on my tab, sweetheart? Be nice t' have a shitty 'xcuse t' say hi.
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Considering the specific request that the date happen during the day rather than just a general request to reschedule, she has to wonder if Izuku's undergone changes of his own.]
Sure. We can just as easily go to lunch and a matinee. I'll borrow the car. I can't fly right now.
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