[Video & Action] Backdated to Nov 10th, evening. Content warning.

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[That rasping threat sends chill through Bulla’s body. Heart pounding rapidly, she takes out her device and turns on the video feed. She’s doing what she can to control her breath. Maybe if she times things just right, she can grab Shigaraki’s wrist and snap it before his powers rapidly decompose the flesh on her neck. The camera shows her at an odd angle for a moment, and the view is shaky, despite her best efforts to hide how frightened she is. Her voice, however, is defiant as she hands her phone over to him.]

Tomura Shigaraki lost his phone and thinks threatening to kill someone is a super awesome way to fix that problem. Here. Whatever. Knock yourself out.

Don’t flatter yourself kid.

[Shigaraki hands the device off to someone else that’s never seen on camera as the focus comes to settle on the hand-obscured face of the blue haired man.]

In my world, society is propped up on the backs of heroes. People with powers and abilities that society has deemed good and useful, while those not so lucky to be born gifted in ways that society accepts are expected to languish in the scraps of the chosen.

[As Shigaraki talks, Bulla starts looking for the opportunity to throw him off. Her eyes are darting around the room as she weighs her options. With those powers of his and his hand on her throat, one wrong move could kill her in a matter of seconds.]

And at the center of it all is the ‘pillar of peace and order.’ All Might. Because of All Might, the masses can go about their days, content in the feeling that if anything bad were to happen, All Might would save the day. People turn away from those that society tramples down, labeling them as villains. Well, I’m here to remind you all that nobody is safe.

[He pauses, gesturing to the camera that recenters on Bulla.]

In my time here, I’ve done my homework. There are a few people that have powers rivaling All Might, and this girl is one of them. As you can see, though, she doesn’t look too eager to fight me.

[He flexes the one finger next to her neck that isn’t quite touching her yet. Bulla eyes that finger warily now that the attention is back on her.]

But don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not out to kill anyone. Yet. No, I just want to drive home my point… To all you heroes out there; you’re not going to be able to stop me.




[Shigaraki moves directly behind Bulla, placing a hand on one shoulder while shifting the hand at her neck to the other, cracks forming in Bulla’s skin as soon as he makes contact with those shoulders.]

You bastAAAAAAAH!

[When Shigaraki moves, Bulla starts shifting position to fight back. Her attempts to escape and insult him are cut both short by searing, blinding pain. It tears into the flesh of her shoulders like acid, destroying muscle tissue as easily as one rips wet paper. Her breaths are rapid and shallow. She’s hyperventilating, unable to even find enough air to scream.]

To those who may be sympathetic to my cause, put out some feelers. I’ll find you. In the meantime, the clock is ticking, heroes. Whether this girl lives or dies is on your heads now.

[ As he pauses his speech, there are some explosions heard in the background.]

I’d hurry if I were you.

[ A hand reaches out to the camera and a moment later, the feed clicks off.]

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[foriamhere]

[He frowned more, debating and then adding before the boy could get too far.]

Check the medical supplies for a hand splint and bandages as well.

[Once Monoma was gone he turned his back completely on the door so that he could look better at the damage to his hand. It was bad. Possibly as bad as his right hand had been after defeating All For One. Definitely as bad as what Midoriya had done to his hand at the sports festival. It didn't even look like there were bones left in there, just a quickly swelling, bleeding lump of purple meat that used to be a hand. If this didn't represent what he'd become he didn't know what did.]

[He was beyond useless.]

[plagiarisms]

Right!

[He hasn't had the chance to get a very good look at the damage to All Might's hand just yet, but it stands to reason that it's pretty messed up after using his strength, if only for a second.

Monoma hurries over to the medical supplies, wishing there was a healer right here. Even if they were busy drinking, Neito could simply copy and borrow their power. Since that isn't the case, he'll have to manage as best he can with first aid.

On his way back, he checks into both Midoriya and Uraraka's rooms.]

I don't know if they're outside on the grounds somewhere, but I didn't see either Midoriya or Uraraka in the building.

[foriamhere]

[He kept his hold on his wrist, turning about to see where his phone had wound up. It would probably be a miracle if he hadn't smashed it to pieces as well--but no, there it was in a corner miraculously unharmed. Perhaps they made them out of sterner stuff here considering the types of people that were brought in.]

[He fished it up, his adrenaline starting to fade and the pain from his hand radiating up his arm the second he let go of his wrist. God, he was beyond useless now... Gritting his teeth he typed out a stern order for the two students to return to Fairy Haven. By the time he had managed to send the texts out Monoma had returned.]

I was afraid of that.

[He set the phone to the side, setting his jaw against the pain swirling up his arm as he unbuttoned his shirt sleeve. He seriously could not believe he'd done this to himself.]

Were you able to find a splint?

[plagiarisms]

Maybe they're at a movie or something and haven't seen whatever it is on the network yet.

[It was more likely that they'd be charging into danger like idiots, Midoriya especially. But he's trying to be of some comfort to All Might.]

I was, yes.

[He presents the splint, ice and bandages and it's only now that he's gotten a proper look at how badly messed up All Might's hand is. Given its current state, it's probably had multiple fractures. Although Neito doesn't freak out openly, and he's even mentally reciting everything he's learned in first aid, his reaction to the state of All Might's hand shows clearly in his eyes. That reaction is "HOLY SHIT". That is one severely mangled hand.

...he really needs to go and watch that network post when he's done here.]

[foriamhere]

[All Might reaches for the splint and then realizes he should have been shielding the damage better--sorry Monoma, this isn't a case of bruised and lacerated knuckles. He sets the splint down, reaching out to set his good hand on Monoma's shoulder before forcing a smile. It isn't convincing on his real face, not with his sunken cheeks and hollow eyes or his too-thin lips, and not with the cold sweat he's breaking out in--but he tries anyway.]

It's alright Monoma, my boy. Very poor decision-making on my part but it's nothing to worry about. I want you to watch for Young Midoria and Young Uraraka while I deal with this. Let me know as soon as they come back.

[It wasn't necessary to have Monoma be a look out--he just didn't want the boy in the room and seeing him like this.]

[plagiarisms]

But All Might...wouldn't it be easier to treat the injury if you had someone to help you keep the splint steady?

[He can tell that All Might is trying to shield him from seeing the damage, but he is a hero in training. He'll have to see stuff like this and worse when he's out in the field.

He doesn't want to be disrespectful, but that injury looks bad and it feels irresponsible to leave All Might to do this alone when someone could help him. If not him, then perhaps Mavis or one of the Fairy Haven staff.]

[foriamhere]

[Damn. He was really hoping that worked...]

[Fine, he'll swallow his pride. He closes his eyes, nodding before patting Monoma's shoulder.]

Ok. You're right.

[But oh this is going to suck so hard. He swallows thickly before going on. He points to the gauze and bandages.]

First cut me four small pieces of gauze about this size. [He motions for pieces about two inches long to set between his fingers.]

[plagiarisms]

[Sorry, All Might. He admires and respects you a lot, but his parents didn't raise a fool.]

Yes sir.

[He's methodical and neat in the way he begins to cut the gauze. This is going to be horrible for All Might, given how much his hand has swollen up. It's also going to be gross for Neito to deal with, but at least he's not going to feel guilty later for not helping All Might with something that he really should have assistance with.]

Okay, I'm done. What next?

[foriamhere]

[While Monoma is cutting the gauze he sizes up what he's going to be dealing with, finishing unbuttoning his sleeve and rolling it back above his elbow. Fucking A this is bad. He glances over at the boy for a moment. He doesn't want to let on just how much pain he's in from this--but at the same time he doesn't especially want to mess up his teeth or his jaw in the process of this.]

This pieces go between the fingers, then we need to wrap the hand before attaching it to the split.

[Which wasn't completely right, but considering how damaged the tissue was already there was no getting around it. He reaches with his right hand to unbuckle his belt before slipping it off. He pulls out the simple chair in the room and sits, no way in hell he's pulling this off while standing. He motions Monoma closer with the gause. Ok. This was going to be the worst part. The rest would be cake. Ok. Let's do this. He doubles his belt inside out before setting it between his teeth.]

[He takes the first piece of gauze, rolling it to the right size before working it between his first and second fingers which had already swollen up to the size of bratwurst, biting down on the leather so hard that a vein popped out on his temple but steadfastly not making a sound. He lets out a measured breath through his nose and goes for number two. Ah~ the feeling of a thousand razor blades trying to cut their way through his flesh as he adjusts the next two is awesome, he notes the black edges coming in around the edge of his vision. Another shaky breath through his nose. He has to pause for a second and wait for those dark spots to to edge back out, screwing his eyes shut. Absentmindedly he wonders if he was going to wind up biting through his belt. Ha ha ha. Last one. OK--he takes that last piece of gauze and works it between his pinky and ring finger, sweating fairly profusely by now--but hey, he's still conscious so that's good--and there. Done.]

[Jesus H. Christ would he kill for some adrenaline right now, because this fucking sucks.]

[He takes the belt out of his mouth after giving himself a moment to recover, his whole hand throbbing in time with his heart.]

Ok... [His voice was a bit more strained than he'd like, but he managed to do that without screaming. Plus Ultra x__x] Now the whole roll...