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

[fashionably_strong]

[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]

[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...