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pcrsonagcs:

The man tilts his head when he hears Kurogiri speak to him. Oh, of course. He has been paying so much attention to the photo in his hand that this was bound to happen. He doesn’t mind that it’s Kurogiri, though. Any other member would’ve been a bit of a problem since they’re very loud. They’d probably respond to what he’s about to tell with ‘You have a daughter?!!’ and then the rest would hear it and, well, he’d probably end up receiving far too many questions.

“Ah, Kurogiri.” Compress’ lips form a gentle smile behind his mask. He turns the photo a little so he can show it to the other. It’s a photo of a small girl giving the brightest smile. “This is my daughter. I’m just wondering how she’s doing. She doesn’t speak so I hope that those around her are paying attention to her behaviour.”

His daughter? Of all the things he could have assumed would be on that piece of paper, a daughter wouldn’t be one of them. Leaning slightly to get a better view, there was an intense pang in his chest that he chose to ignore, just barely. Hands folding against his lap, he set his back to the wall, eyes never once leaving the face in that picture. “How old is she, Mr. Compress?”

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Being the role of caretaker had been his job for a dozen if not more years, it wasn’t exactly difficult for him to pick upon others. Emotions, inflections, quirks in the non-power sense, and though he had found himself busy at the bar once more, something across the room caught his eye. Usually Compress was a pleasant man, a man who partook in the group conversations, the group jeers, yet tonight he was secluded to the side with something that seemed to add a more sullen air. Perhaps a note? A photograph?  Setting glass and cleaning cloth aside, he slipped from the counter only to appear beside Compress with a slight cant of his head. “Pardon my intrusion, Mr. Compress... But what seems to have caught your attention so dearly? Usually you are... The life of the party, so to speak.”

Mr. Compress sighs. While the rest of the villains are busy doing their own thing, mainly talking to each other, he is focussed on a photo in his hands. It doesn’t happen often that he looks at it when everyone else is around. He prefers looking at it when he’s alone. Now, who exactly is on that picture? His daughter.

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                             Come, speak with me, if you will.

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Was that also a vague bit of concern I sensed from those questioners as well? Concerning death threats from Tomura to my person? Interesting.

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so... do you have a normal face underneath this foggy thing?

Not like you would assume, I’m not quite certain but I know that I cannot disperse the mist away from my skin, but I do have a body. I haven’t been near enough to anyone to tell me if there is anything more. Perhaps you could feel features, but aside from that I don’t believe you’d know otherwise.

Maybe I am all flat and featureless beneath it all. I had a face as a child, once upon a time.

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you are amazing for always been there for Tomura. mist-dad is the best~

Hmmm?

Where is this coming from...?

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@armadsmuses

It had taken a bit of time, but soon enough Kurogiri had a man for them, and this man was rather piss-terrified of everything that he appeared to be getting into. There was no escape for him however, not now, he was bound by rope, gagged, and as Kurogiri entered through his own warp-gate, he nudged the stumbling cop through. “Doctor, I have your patient, extract the location of our friend if you can, and anything else useful.” He would guide the bound man forward, coming to a halt with a sigh as his gaze turned to the man in his grasp. “As for you... I apologize, I truly do... But there is nothing you can do in this situation... Desperate times call for desperate measures. You have one of ours... And we will continue to take yours, until we get ours back.” A soft pat on the head, as if he truly cared, and Kurogiri awaited the doctor patiently, tuning out the desperate sobbing of the cop at his side. He didn’t need to hear it, that was what gags were for. He was a sympathetic man, he didn’t need to hear the cries of the weak.

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𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻

How it truly began was something lost in the very back of his mind, in the depths of his heart, tucked in a corner away from sight, from sound, a small thing swaddled in cloth and hidden where no disturbance could linger on it for far too long.

It started with a boy, who in his youth, was average in all that he did, all that he wanted. School, friends, family, a powerful quirk but only valuable in select cases. He didn’t want to be a hero, he didn’t want to be anything. He wanted to learn and to grow, and so that was what he did. Life found him down the line, a bartender for the upper echelon, a planner, a caretaker, a caterer. He was a man with passions, passions for drinks and food and a beautiful woman he met one night, slumped against his bar with a chip the size of a boulder on her shoulder, and soft fingertips that wandered across the polished bar top to his ‘skin’. He took her home, and his passion reached something much more worldly, than food and drink, but in the arms of a woman that he merely wanted to protect from everything around them.  He became a father, a happy man with a happy wife and two beautiful children, and a story that he only ever thought would conclude on a solid, content ground, as the rest of his life had gone so far. Why wouldn’t it?

The events that preceded his twins sixth birthday were a blur, but if he was to really think, then perhaps that would be the start of his spiral, his decline into less tasteful behavior, his neutral look on the world growing ever more darker by the day, as his world crumbled. It came to a head with the tremor of his home, a high pitched scream that jarred him from his bed, and without thought, he could remember that very moment. Eyes flying open, body phasing through the bed as he rolled upwards, his children were screaming but why-- There was nothing beneath his feet, the floor had disappeared, their room was crumbling, the girls holding onto each other as a split cracked through their home, and he found himself falling.  Hands grasped, catching splintered wood and shattered flooring, he screamed their names in gasps as his mind attempted to work out what he was doing, and as he released, he fell through a new hole of his own creation. He came up on the slanted, crumbling incline that was once a bedroom floor, skidding before tumbling down into the wall below. As he looked, he stood up against the wall, coughing from dust as another rumble erupted from the area around his home. He could remember nothing but desperation, fear, panic-- And ultimately, failure. He could remember the crumpled body, crushed between a bed frame on a dresser as he climbed through falling debris, as a wheezing voice, crying out steadily still. Daddy, Daddy... With a strength he never knew he had, he tore that bed out of the way, pulling one daughter’s broken body to his arms, as he scavenged for the other-- He never wanted to remember that face, that pain, the screeching, gouged sockets, bleeding heads, limbs twisted maliciously and mangled... Ribs breaking through skin, smashed, crushed-- His second daughter was a mess, she wouldn’t survive, and the house was about to come down. He took both into his arms, out of the house, to lay them into the dust and dirt of his battered, broken home... As he looked around, he never saw his wife, her body, any rescue workers, just a slowly gathering crowd, cheers and shouts-- Why were they cheering? It could remember the smell of dust, of broken wood and the sound of his crumbling home, were they not blind? Could they not see his children, his wife where was she... And as his vision rose, the outline of a hero, standing amidst the rubble of his broken home, Villain in hand. That was the point of black out, of nothing but bits and scraps of throwing himself at the ‘hero’, trying to pummel him, yelling and screaming until his throat threatened collapse. Scraps of an arrest, bodies taken, him taken, to calm, to escort, to offer condolences and therapy options and what would any of this do? Bring them back? Bring back his wife and children? His home he spent years on? He was released, and he was no longer the man behind the counter, but the man slumped over the counter. Night after night of intense, heavy drinking, night after night of guilty and pain and hatred, all until that voice came to him. That voice that reverberated through his spine, that jarred him from the very darkness that had consumed him. The voice that had given him light again. He was a man with smooth words and a clear goal, he was a man with a job for him, and he was the one to pick him up off of the ground, dust him off, and set him straight. If it had never been for that, Kurogiri would never be here, he would never have made it so far without drinking himself to death... Palms flat against the bar top, he jars from his memories with a distant look on his face, a lack of comprehension for the life around him, just enough to know that a few of the members were chattering to themselves about what was to be done next. A light situation in the darkness, a momentary reprisal of the world he’d fell from, and why this was so important now. Keeping their rag tag family together... Growing stronger... A thunk caught his attention, drawing him out of his memory the rest of the way. Someone had kicked the counter, and a frame had slid to fall on it’s back against the shelving under the bar. As he crouched, he set the frames back right, the one that tipped and the other before it could. There were two pictures, one of his family, his children, his wife, an old battered picture... And one of a silver haired boy The one that fell... He picked it up brushing his thumb against the dusty surface of the glass. Their meeting was so simple... Such a young thing, All For One had such hopes for the boy... But he was developmentally drawn in, he was so scared of everything... Especially himself. The way those hands had looked, so bitten and mangled, scabbed and split and cracked as though the child had tried to eat away his own fingers to stop the harm he caused... Every last aspect of this boy had broken his heart, through and through, even just the first time he had met him. All For One was busy a majority of the days that would pass, but perhaps that was with good reason, as he always left Shigaraki with him, and Kurogiri spent this time with this child on his hip, teaching him everything he could. Of course it started small, figuring out that quirk, training Tomura the basics, how to hold silverware and get dressed. It ached his heart, that youth that he had come into knowing in such a poor state. That young life, so battered, so easily charging for him to only work harder towards AFO’s entire plan... But he treated him as his own child, bathed him, dressed him, fed him, taught him basics and everything he could, to grow the best that he could. Maybe he had babied him... Maybe he had coddled him, but even now as he stared at that photograph, a hand came to press over his heart, to suppress the ache these days had brought him... Tomura was an adult now... But he still saw that young, scared child there, acting as tough as he can, wanting nothing more than to prove himself worthy... “Hey, Black Mist-- You alive down there?” A voice called over the counter, and so Kurogiri would rise, bringing that frame with him as he set it against the counter behind him, his gaze faltering towards the direct of Shigaraki’s room. All for one person, all for that child, that brazen idiot he had seen to for so many years... All for him, and he would see that was how this ended... “Yes, Mr. Spinner, my apologies. What can I do for you?”

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fuckhandsmcmicycle:

Shigaraki looked over the information he was presented with careful hands.  He had never been this effected by a potential operation… well aside from the aftereffects of what the travesty of Kamino Ward…

He let out a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves as he read all the information the bartender had gathered for him.  It was as comprehensive as it could be, nothing less was to be expected of the well dressed man.  Looking up from the papers he noticed the worried hovering his ally parent? was  currently engaged in.  Shigaraki rolled his eyes and moved slightly to accommodate the fretting mist villain as he examined the gouges on his neck and arms.  

The feeling of gauze being wrapped around his limbs was a familiar one.  Kurogiri was one of the few people he could tolerate being close enough to touch him.  Since he was younger, well… since he could really remember the bartender had been around to make sure there was a careful eye on him, minding him while Sensei was busy with his work.  

Tomura relaxed back in his chair and blinked the nostalgia away, allowing Kurogiri to tend to his wounds.

“Irritatingly enough, this plan is… excellent if not slow moving.  But, you’re right.  I… we can’t do much until Toga finishes her infiltration.  She works fast as long as she has her goals in sight and doesn’t find someone she deems ‘cute’ so I’m not too worried on that front.”

He furrowed his brow and remembered the single part of the plan he saw a flaw with.

“I should be able to extract him without issue– That is, if he is not chained, barred, tethered, or something of the sort. God forbid they had him wired with something.”

The words echoed in his head and brought him to a very bad train of thought.     He shuddered at the thought of Dabi being tethered down.  Shigaraki’s hands twitched with the urge to grasp something and destroy it.  His dark phoenix deserved nothing but flight and freedom from his chains and it made him want to clawripteardeS TR O Y again.  Out of habit, he reached for his throat and had his hand gently guided away by his momparentdad ally.  The small bit of contact brought him back from his thoughts and he breathed, shuddering a bit before speaking.

“Even though it pisses me off to sit here and wait for results, I want to be part of the extraction.  I might be the head of this operation and an invaluable kingpin, but as you said- there’s nothing you can do if hes chained or locked up…”

He tried to still his thoughts, moving a mile a minute.  This would be bad bad BAD BA D if he fucked up again…  He needs this to feel safewholegood again.  He needs Him back.  

“I’m going to join you on the infiltration.  Clone me if necessary for an additional distraction- I’m more wanted than any of us and if I were to go in in my civilian clothes they wouldn’t recognize me, but my clone?  Have him wearing my gear.  We need to work as a group and I can no longer sit on the sidelines, Kurogiri.”

Kurogiri knew well that when Tomura began to lapse into his little thought cycles, it was better to let him go, to let him finish was processes his thoughts would tumble through before the final verdict would come about. Needless to say, he was all the more chuffed to hear a positive annotation about his plans, as his only real desire in these was for a proper approval to fall ahead with them.

“We must be careful however, if you are to join in on this particular mission, Tomura.” He would began, fingers minding broken skin with ointments and gauze and gentle touches that were now-a-days reserved only for the young man who sat before him. Even in the small times he had aided someone else, such as Dabi or perhaps Toga, none would ever recieve the kind of care he had special for this broken child in the body of a very naive young man. “You, especially... This can not be emotionally driven, when your emotions are to get involved, you fumble...”There was a pause, as his fingers brushed thick silver hair from his view, as he preened and coddled Shigaraki all too heavily, checking for how for this session of dermatillomania. “I do not mean for it to sound pointed at you, but I mean it in a general way. Emotions make things risky, and I know how deep your care runs for Mr. Dabi.”  “We must treat this much more tactically in this case, no extra damages, no extra casualties, a simple extraction, and that alone. You need to learn better to guide with a steady hand, rather than with a hand shaken by rage and destruction.” Speaking of hands, he set items aside to take one of Shigrakai’s, turning it over. For a moment, he minded those fingernails of his, he’d have to make him sit down and trip them, as they always got far too long and jagged, too much of a hassle with this picking issue. ”The thought of clones is a very good one, and to stem from that, I would suggest we clone a party, not simply yourself but perhaps the rest of our group in a small cluster, to make it much more... Believable.” Sliding one of those sleeves up, he exposed those slender wrists, marked up by anxious clawing, an sighed. “Oh how I wish this were easier to also divert from. You are so very destructive to yourself.” It was then that he would pull one of the stools closer to sit himself, rolling his sleeves up as he cared for the wounds on Shigaraki’s arms, giving that hoodie one glance over.

“Does it calm you...?” There would be a hook pause, his gaze lowering. “To wear items of his at a time like this.” His eyes would roll to that box, that present on the counter, perhaps that too could calm the constant jitters of Tomura, but one never knew what might set off his anxiety ridden responses, or soothe them.

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himikoxtoga:

[Text to:Misty]: I thought I was just gonna kill him????

[Text to:Misty]: I mean I’m about to sooooo

[Text to:Misty]: Hehe, aww like I’d ever get caught!! How funny!!!!

[txt] As I implied, it was merely a change of plans. You will have a chance to ‘murder’ soon enough. [txt] The Good Doctor will be extracting information from him, while you gather from your position as well. Can you meet these new requirements?

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armadsmuses:

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“Bah. You move too slow. We should have one of the people who captured him already. I thought the point was for Toga to replace one so I could extract information.” 

He was embarrassed, to say the least. Out of all of his planning he had no considered the fact of prying information out the Doctor’s way. It was a better alternative, and why he hadn’t thought of it sooner himself? Well, if it were easy to see, one would certainly notice just how flustered that comment made Kurogiri. “Ah... My apologies, I am simply keeping it on her time so that the transition may be smooth. We will have our man soon, so that you may pull whatever information you can. That being said, I have a large detainment of mutation-strain quirks for you.”

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himikoxtoga:

[Text to:Misty]: Jeez are you okay?? Since when are you this worried about me???? I’ve done dangerous stuff before you know!!! (∩`ω´)⊃))

[Text to:Misty]: Don’t you remember when I snuck off to that provisional license place?????

[Text to:Misty]: I’m good! Even if I did bit hard for you to get anything to me lately, right???

[txt] This situation is abit more concerning than others, though I have decided better of things. [txt] We need the one you will be replacing, so corner him off, and I will help to abduct and remove him immediately. Can we manage that with a bit more haste? [txt] We simply can not lose another strong member.

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himikoxtoga:

@stiflingmists replied to your post “[txt] Any updates, Miss Himiko? Are we anywhere closer to our comrades…”

[txt] … Miss Himiko, are you well?

[Text to:Misty]: Huh???? Yeah of course, why do I sound sick or something?????

[txt] You do not sound anything in particular, however I’ve neglected to ask of your personal well being. Be certain that you do not overextend and that you take care of yourself,please. [txt] Is there anything you need that I may be able to provide in the meantime?

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fuckhandsmcmicycle:

Shigaraki Tomura had moped enough for at least three lifetimes. 

This was enough, he had to put on his big boy pants and fucking deal with this shit himself.  He had already lost his teacher and an important ally, he couldn’t waste more time and risk losing the person most important to him as well.

He fished out his cracked phone, noticing he had further destroyed his bed sheets in his sleep.  So much for keeping nightmares at bay.  He quickly checked his texts noticing a few from the doting father of the organization.  

Shit…  

Kurogiri wanted him to come down for a meal and briefing on the current… crisis their organization had fallen into.

Shooting the mist villain a quick response he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and padded over to the door.

Tomura didn’t even bother changing out of the over sized hoodie he shoved on last night.  His comrades could fucking deal with it if he showed up in his civilian clothes for now.

If they were mobilizing then and only then would he grab his gear and suit up, because what was the fucking point otherwise?

If Kurogiri didn’t have enough of or the right information there would be no point for him to make a rash move and risk the entire alliance as well as his position as kingpin.  

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat at the thought of Dabi being stuck god knows where being tortured for information.  He had to be a leader here.  Had to stay in control.  He stilled his shaking hands and wished he had father covering his face, but he was already most of his way to the bar and refused to keep the barkeep waiting any longer.

Fuck.  He should have cleaned himself up before coming down.  He knew his neck was probably an ugly sight- covered in gouges and dried blood.  It didn’t help that it had gotten so bad in his sleep that he managed to claw his wrists up pretty badly as well.  Kurogiri was going to hover worse now.

Too late to clean up, he barged into to bar like the head of a villainous organization should and took his place at the bar.

“So, Kurogiri…”  

He started, keeping the shaking out of his voice for the moment.

“Just what have you discovered?”

He had been waiting for a couple days now, not that he hadn’t seen Shigaraki emerge for brief things of food in that time, but the presence of their ‘leader’ had been so scarce, it had strung together a proper sense of worry without the mist-bodied man. Kurogiri had, however, done his job as instructed by the blustering whirlwind that was the man of small stature, so much so he was being called the coordinator over all. Of course he didn’t personally believe that was his role, after all, every ‘plan’ he made was thoroughly passed by Shigaraki himself, though even with these more broad term moments,he only acted as strictly to what had been laid before him. When his cell phone had finally buzzed, and the name was of the young man he had been considering, even in that very moment, Kurogiri’s personal fussing meters went off the chart, but as much as he pressed it seemed that Tomura would be meeting with him shortly to discuss things-- And that was most certainly the truth, as he shambled through the doorway soon enough.

What a mess,from head to toe Tomura was disheveled, and though he tried to hide it, Kurogiri could pick up on the uneasiness, the shakes that were beneath the surface, if only by the whim of a parental spirit. That would be what caused him to round the counter with the first aid kit he had already prepped, “Tomura...” He began, as if intending to lead it into a more personal inquiry, but he faltered. “I have a stage in play, and a few methods to run by you.”  It was an opening, as he made his space all too much a part of Tomura’s, hands cautiously moving, mist knuckles moving to nudge the fidgeting younger man’s chin up. “Let me patch you while I explain.” He would add, nodding towards the items on the bartop. A particular cops file, as well as a separate folder filled with others, a map location of all possible locations in the area of jurisdiction from where Dabi had been arrested, and a file based around their beloved Doctor’s first experiment that he had created himself. Aside from that all, was the box he had mentioned, which he would offer when all was said and done. “As of right now,  Miss Himiko is running stealth recon.” One hand reached to adjust the lone officers file. “I intend for her to blend in, replace this officer, and find out what she can of our comrades locale. If her chosen candidate fails to relinquish any information, she has several others to choose from.” He would vaguely gesture towards the folder of OTHER files. “No doubt one of them will have a lead into the area, but we need to be certain that it isn’t too many failed attempts, lest they catch on.”  Fussing Tomura still with that first aid kid, he looked him over for any and all stress related personal injuries. “From there, the infiltration is the part that must be discussed. Tzimisce, our dear doctor, has offered his first and rather hard hitting subject for the means of ‘busting in’. It could prove as a good distractrion, if lined upappropraitely, we would be able to get in, and so long as Miss Himiko allows us the time and information...” “I should be able to extract him without issue-- That is, if he is not chained, barred, tethered, or something of the sort. God forbid they had him wired with something. That is my only other concern. We may be able to get in, but removing him without harm to him may be something else. We will not know until Miss Himiko fills us in, however.” And with that, he drew quiet. “This is what I have been working on, set into motion, thoughts or concerns? And to note, as far as Miss Himiko goes, we have contemplated cloning her for the sake of covering more ground if more than one officer is needed.” 

It was a hell of a lot to drop, but he was certain any questions would be asked, he was simply relieved to get it out as neatly as he had.

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himikoxtoga:

“Works for me!~ I’ll do whatever I can to find lil Dabi!~ You’re being kinda open with this though, you sure there’s not any huge specific orders you got for me~? Like act like a specific person orrrr kill that detective or something?~”

Easy enough, she was a great actor! One of the best!~ There’s no way she’d be caught, and even if she did they wouldn’t expect her. She’d actually be able to kill them and run off!

“Pick those that you believe you may imitate the best, observe and recreate. We need to locate him and move from there. Kill the one you replace, of course, but I am leaving the decisions up to you. I trust you will judge best.” He gestured to the paperwork he’d laid out so she could pick who she wanted to choose from. “Pick your face, wear it, and live their life for the time being. We may have twice clone you for twice the coverage, with your consent of course.”

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doublingchaos:

Twice scratched his chin and thought for a moment. “Weeeeelllllllll,” he said, drawing out the word as he thought out loud. “I could clone Toga. It would let her cover more ground faster. Just need to dress the clones in different clothes.”

“If she got the right person she could easily just turn into them and walk right in and release him during a guard rotation but that would be super risky. That little shrimp is probably locked up tight and well guarded.”

He sighed as he watched Kurogiri. He didn’t say anything, but the nervous anxiety didn’t go unnoticed. It seemed everyone was on edge, and with good reason.

“Does the doctor know? And what about Compress? Has anyone gotten up with Spinner about anything going on here or are we just saying fuck those guys? Cause if we’re planning a break out for Dabi why not Muscular?” He didn’t really care if Moonfish got out again. That man gave him the creeps.

“We’re using as little of our resources as we can. The reason we do not attempt to retrieve Muscular, as well as our other comrades such as Stain, and Moonfish, is because as of current findings, they are held under heavier lock and key than Dabi may be. That being said, two of Ms. Himiko may do us very well. She could take two identities and put down two officials in the process...” Swirling that glass, he grimaced within his shadows. “As of this moment, the Doctor, yourself, Shigaraki Tomura, and Ms. Himiko are involved, as well as a new member of ours who may be useful if a stealth approach is needed.” Rubbing his thumb and forefinger together a few moments as he considered things in silence, he turned to Twice, gaze narrowed.  “If you can aid the doctor, then do so, we are still however composing a plan from here on. Compress needs to conserve his energy on the upswing from his... Incident, and Spinner will be helping to protect those here in case of something occurring further along the road, such as taking chanse and somehow on the rare chance, finding us .”