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blorbologist · 1 year

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Confession time:

In the campaign, I loathe Mythcarver.

Vox Machina are given the Vestige as a sidenote - 'here are the locations of a ton of cool ancient weapons, and also this sword I can just give you guys'. While every other Vestige involves a quest for it, or at least some planning, often with some degree of expectation of who will get it (Fenthras, the Titanstone Knuckles, Whisper, the Plate of the Dawnmartyr, the Spire of Conflux - they all really fit one party member well. Cabal's Ruin is more up in the air until we find out who has it, and the Ward has already been given to Vax by this point). Many of them are tied to character moments for the party members in question - 'take me instead you raven bitch', the killbox, 'my heart is someone else's', 'i forgive you, but I cannot let you leave'.

Scanlan doesn't get a noble quest with his friends to power him up. Scanlan does's even do anything of particular note in Kamaljiori's canon trial. He's just... given this Vestige as loot, and because it's made with bards in mind and he's the bard so he should get it.

Except Mythcarver doesn't suit *Scanlan's* style of bard, at all, and I can count the number of times he uses it on one hand, one of which required heavy prompting by Matt because Sam was so used to ignoring the thing. It's a glorified stat stick that buffs some abilities but never sees use because Scanlan is so heavily focused on support spells. It can't match the damage output or utility of his spells, so it just sits on his belt looking pretty. He gets one cool moment with it, against a minor boss, and that's it.

(Notably, he pulls it out and tries poking for a Blinked enemy during a critical fight which I'm not naming due to spoilers, and he just... still doesn't get to do anything with it. That one round could have prevented a death - sinking a turn into trying to use that sword actively hurt the party. It sucks.)

Credit where credit is due: I really appreciate the vision Matt had for the weapon and the intent behind it! On the other hand, it just... further fed into Scanlan feeling like he was an afterthought to the party. They didn't go on a quest for him. They didn't even think of getting him a Vestige - he's just handed one, in a fairly forgettable sidebar, and then hardly ever uses it again. It sucks. I hate that stupid sword.

So when I tell you I was grinning so, so massively during episide 6 of season 2 -

Mythcarver isn't given to Scanlan by default - it's given to him, specifically, by a friend. Kamaljiori is the first person to see through his exterior, his many masks, who bonds with him over love and longing and sincerity. It's not an offhand 'oh while you're here take this' it's for him. He gets a cool moment with it!! It reveals the locations of the other Vestiges!

Here, now, Mythcarver represents what Scanlan wants to be: a hero, a valued friend, someone who matters and has an impact on the world. Someone loved.

(And also noteworthy that this happened not long after Pike was dismissive of him, too. Whistles.)

And then Umbrasyl swoops in to take it, singling Scanlan out for what he carries - and Kami fights for him. Kamaljiori protects him, over and over and over, not for Mythcarver but because it’s Scanlan, it's his friend. He's going toe to toe with an ancient black dragon for Scanlan. And dies for it.

Not only does Umbrasyl kill Kamaljiori but he steals this Vestige. This gift for Scanlan alone, this first fucking testament to having mattered to someone, to being valued and cared for. Mythcarver isn't just a reward, it actively pushes the plot and Scanlan's character development forward, gives Scanlan what he's been quietly looking for in the background, and then viciously takes it away.

(This also gives Scanlan a bigger motivation to be part of that one stupid plan with Vax that's in the trailer: Umbrasyl killed his friend and stole something representing everything Scanlan wants. And he wants it badly and he wants it back, you flying fuck.)

I can't wait to see what's in store. This was, I think, my favorite change to TLOVM so far after 'darling take off the mask' getting a bigger Moment. I can't believe they gave weight and meaning to that stupid sword and I'm here for it.

#critical role #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #tlovm s2 #tlovm spoilers #scanlan shorthalt #campaign 1 #cr meta #tlovm meta #kamaljiori #anyways this is why I gave Scanlan another Vestige in my AU bc i think its Integral to him deciding not to leave in One for sorrow

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hey-hamlet · 3 months

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lets kill Sensei Au

How does aizawa find out ? Does anyone suspect anything ?

Aizawa doesn't really ever find out! He realises something's weird when 1C's new homeroom teacher quits in the second half of the year and he gets 3 new students enrolled in his class if he wants them there or not. Uraraka and Shinsou are incredibly competent, if trained more like underground heroes than he'd expect.

Midoriya is terrifying. Whip smart, genius manipulator and the scariest quirk Aizawa's ever seen.

How did a kid with the ability to give and take quirks end up in gen ed??

Where did all his quirks come from?

#present mic and the rest of 1c waving them off like theyre going to war #the murder trio like 'WE'LL MISS U YOU CRAZY FUCKERS' vs 'WE'LL MISS YOU TOO!!! I CANT BELIEVE 1A ARE SO BAD AT KNIFE FIGHTS I MISS U GUYS'#present mic brushing away a tear like "they grow up so fast....'#AfO's vestige in izuku's head roasting the shit out of the hero students #bnha au #asks #lets kill sensei au

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verararaka · 7 months

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I kept drawing this guy and recently just thought of an au this but I didn’t even think about the story itself, Also credits to someone name tamireli I saw their artwork in Pinterest that was called “living flame au” and I got inspired by it they’re also on twitter/x

#dadmight #dadmightau #toshinori yagi #all might #izuku midoriya #deku #mha au #bnha au #ofa vestiges #vestigeallmight #I don’t even have a name for this au #i also need a story idea for this

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alesyira · 5 months

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'tis but a scratch

this spoilery bit of content happens much later on in villain, and by the time we actually get there, that whole story will have been revised a ton to correctly align with the prequel content i've been working on lately.

I'm quite mad that i cannot figure out how to format this like i want to, so extra spaces it is.

With all the destruction i'm writing this week with Mirio's prequel oneshots, there was a joke about how he'd need to retire and run off to hawaii when he eventually gets rid of OfA, and I made the offhanded comment that he'd better run before Hitoshi catches him after Mirio hurts Izuku ...

look if you've seen half of the painful content i've been shoving at the server you'd totally understand why people were like OH NO IZUKU

look, here, he's fine(ish)

The beginning of the end, for Izuku, occurs on a sunny afternoon.

Or is it the end of the beginning?

With his hand tucked into the crook of Hitoshi's elbow, he hangs on with a quiet sort of joy at being escorted to the market for groceries. The tail end of his capture weapon clings to the back of his neck and trails beneath his shirt, smoothing over his skin in a slow pattern that never stills. They are in the middle of a quiet discussion about what they might make for dinner when Izuku notices the scent of ozone.

And then,

nothing.

He isn't usually lucid for these strange daydreams.

snips of screaming

blankness

overlapping voices

hey, look

come with us

warm

cold

wet

nothing

home

destiny

When he rouses from his moment, it turns out it wasn't a moment. He aches from head to toe. His mouth is like a desert, parched and dry. There's a vague coppery taste in the back of his throat. His eyes feel like they've been glued shut.

He has no idea where he is. Things are fuzzy around the edges. There's a quiet beeping from his left, and on his right...

the warm slide of Hitoshi's capture weapon drifts along his arm. His hand twitches, wanting to grasp something that he knows is safe. If that's here, then-

"Izuku," Hitoshi whispers.

The knot of stress in his chest loosens minutely. He's here.

"Stay still. I've got you."

He'd really like to know where he is and what's going on, but Hitoshi's fingers pressing against his palm will suffice for now.

"You were nearly crushed by a hero crash-landing right next to you."

He quirks an eyebrow. Hitoshi correctly interprets it as a request for more information. "Hero's okay, probably. At least, they're fine from that impact. Whatever's wrong with them otherwise is a different story."

His brows scrunch low. His lips twitch into a frown.

"Lemillion."

The word is enough to make him choke on his next breath. The last time he'd seen that hero in person had been a terrifying day.

Twice now, though. Twice he'd had an encounter with the hero, and twice he'd had - well... apparently a rough day.

His lips part. He wants to ask for water, but no sound escapes.

What the hell happened to me?

An ice chip sweeps slowly across his lower lip.

"Ah, don't cry," he hears Hitoshi gently admonish. "You're already dehydrated enough."

Water drips between his lips, terribly slow. He wants to suck down an entire gallon of water, but he doesn't think he'd be able to lift a cup, let alone swallow right now.

"You've got an IV in with some fluids. It should help."

Where the hell am I?

He manages to crack open his right eye, but his vision is blurry.

Gentle whispers echo in the farthest corners of the room, so vague he's not sure he's understanding the words.

homesafehereours

#bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shindeku #shinzuku #two steps to the left au #...might actually be a villain #spoiler #ofa vestiges #one for all is an eldritch horror

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hetagrammy · 2 months

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In the asoiaf au, who is Herakles's father?

I was originally going to leave it ambiguous and have we all know that his dad was Dornish, but your own hcs about Mama Greece and Persia inspired me :)

It remains to be seen if Persia is still alive though, as it stands to reason Romulus wouldn't want the guy who messed around with his wife (granted before he married her) still present. A big part of his marriage to Helene was that she had to give up her attachments to Herakles, and that was probably the biggest rift in their marriage. The adultery is one thing, but the fact that he campaigned that hard to marry her and then went on to have affairs on her is a whole other. That's it's own issue though. And let's be clear, Helene did love him at the time they got married, they had two children together for a reason, she's not a helpless victim in this scenario (granted she did not have much choice what with Patriarchy™ being a thing).

The caveat here is that Romulus doesn't like to do things subtly, you could call it honor, but really it's more him wanting to take the credit for beating his rivals. He doesn't want a slip down the stairs to take someone out, he wants it to be him. If Persia died in a slightly suspicious way and people sideye him though... that could also be a potential thread.

#ask #hetalia #asoiaf au #hws persia #hws ancient greece #hws mama greece #hws greece #hws rome #i don't want to give the impression btw that helene was wholly forced into their marriage #like she did love romulus at the time they got married. she had two kids with him for a reason #and she still does love him in a way #she had her love affair with persia and it was over by the time romulus entered the picture #the problem is that herakles was for lack of a better term a vestige of that relationship #and when you're marrying the lord paramount of the reach you can't exactly have that around #she had to make a choice and ultimately the choice she made was better for herakles #in the sense that he would have other/better opportunities in dorne and wouldn't have to deal directly with her baggage #also she got power for herself as lady of the reach. let's not forget that either. it hurt her but she knew what she was doing #romulus and helene's whole thing (honestly the whole reach fam's) in this au #is a little emotionally complex to say the least #i could rant about this damn family in this au so much

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thesoulspulse · 2 months

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I came up with a few ideas for future chapters so I'm looking forward to working on Nevermore's sequel, Vestige, again.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom au #danny phantom oc #nevermore #vestige #owen ravenwood #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #archive of our own #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #vlad masters

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mega-ditto-3 · 2 years

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Mha fic ideas #25

‘Perfectly Imperfect’

The universe made a mistake when it created Midoriya Izuku.

Not for the whole quirkless thing, though that had it’s own issues, but because of his face. It was too cute. Too innocent. Too trustworthy…

No matter what he did or what he said, nobody could see him as anything but pure and good. If he cursed it was like the adults hadn’t heard him or they'd think it was another child, like Kacchan. If he stole something, they never asked him to return it. If he pushed a kid into the river, everyone assumed they'd fallen.

And if he threatened to divulge the number 1 hero’s biggest secret to the media?

He got a gentle pat on the head and a fond chuckle.

At first, he thought it must be his quirk. A quirk that involuntarily waived all of his bad deeds to anyone who may witness them. A quick trip to the specialist and he was permanently labeled with the status of ‘quirkless’ and no other way of explaining why he was like this.

He, simply, could do no wrong; and that irritated the hell out of him. He’s lost track of how many villain bases he’s walked into with the intention of being recruited only to end up being gushed and ‘aw’d at until he left.

The only good thing that had come of this ability was Allmights immediate trust. After a few months of training, the man offered him his quirk:

One for All.

Izuku was ecstatic. He could finally test how far his innocent face could take him when he had the ability to level towns and ruin lives with one well placed punch.

Only… He passed out as soon as he’d swallowed the hair and woke up in a strange place with three crumbling walls, surrounded by darkness, and eight (seven and a half?) people standing in front of him.

They didn't look at him like he was perfect.

They looked angry.

And Izuku couldn’t be happier.

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candlecoo · 1 year

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Just thought of this now to ask about your oldest au:

How is everyone doing while Izuku seems to keep himself in the coma to see the vestiges? Is there anyone outside the quirk that is missing Izuku?

Everyone is doing fine, obviously worried about Izuku but they're all physically okay.

Inko, All Might and Todoroki are his most frequent visitors. The nurses sometimes have to physically drag them out of his room so they can go home and eat.

Gran Torino, Aizawa and class 1-A also visit too, but not as much.

Izuku's room is filled with a lot of gifts.

#the vestiges series #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

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thevioletscout · 3 months

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"You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a vestige. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world."

What happens when you're hyperfixating on Elder Scrolls Online (specifically your VestigexCanon ship) and Slay the Princess at the same time? Why you mash em together of course!

So yeah, long story short, I did some trace-overs of Slay the Princess screenshots with my character Lytta as The Princess. A lot of this was also just general practice because I'm trying to learn how to do actual art. (Fun fact, I had to go back halfway through this project and change the shading because I finally started shading like a normal person.)

(Tbh the Thorn's was the only one I actually bothered with the background on. The others were just kinda me being lazy.)

Maybe I'll post more about this silly little AU sometime or I'll never bring it up again. We'll see. Feel free to drop any questions you might have in my inbox.

Oh and OG pics

#If you're wondering why the dresses are so drastically different #do you guys have those OCs you love to dress up in as many different outfits as possible?#yeah that's Lytta for me #most of these dresses were based off pretty gowns I found on pinterest #oh and ten points to whoever can guess who's the MC in this AU #The Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls #TES #Elder Scrolls Online #ESO #Slay the Princess #OC #Vestige #Lytta Furor #my post #my art #<- preemptive tag for if I actually start doing and posting more original artwork

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melatien · 3 months

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i need to share my twitter AU rambles here more often, heres my most recent one

#mha #me? talking about characters that aren't the vestiges?#UGH i cant believe i had to include the main characters of the show in an au for once this is so not tien #I HAD TO FOR THE AU TO FLOURISH THOUGH!!!!!#tbh i lost track of how this would work with canon halfway and it shows #idk if a half destroyed japan would care about a disease thats the thing #SO I WAITED!#....until after the worst thing ever happend #only making it less believeable #coverage for the disease should've happen before the 'ofa stealing fight'#OH WELL #yoichi shigaraki #one for all #ofa vestiges

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cruelcruelsummr · 1 year

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Bad MHA AU Idea:

Instead of being weird dream figures, the vestiges appear as very annoying and very real cats who have to try and assist Izuku on his journey.

This only happened because Nana’s cat name would be Nya-na and I think that’s adorable

#mha #bnha #mha au #bnha au #ofa vestiges #nana shimura #cats #cat au

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kagoutiss · 1 year

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Perhaps this is entirely incorrect because I haven't gotten a lot of sleep, but Impa's answer to Sheik's request was very... final. Not "maybe once we're in a better position", not "I just don't think now's a good time". It almost had that undertone of "I'm not going to teach you this, you need to forget that you know anything" and now I wonder if there's something she's trying to hide 👀

👀👀👀

#ask #undercover sheik au #impa #seeing Truth reveals hidden things & Impa is the sage of shadows so :-)#and #as attendant to the last remaining vestige of the royal bloodline #her responsibility is to protect zelda by any means necessary!#and when the princess is naturally inquisitive & hungry for knowledge. sometimes that means impa wants to protect zelda from herself

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emrysthegoodwitch · 8 months

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Necromancer Vampire Vestige: "Wait, so I fought Molag Bal and got my soul back but I'm still a vampire??? How tf does this work????"

*dies*

*everyone sad and crying*

*Vestige comes back in a dramatic light show*

Vestige: "Oh, so I guess I just own my soul now? Like I can just choose to come back? That's fricken awesome!!"

*immediately starts fighting more Daedric Princes for funsies*

Mannimarco: "Wtf? They accidentally became immortal and master of their soul???? That's not fucking fair!"

Molag Bal: "Well, life's not fair, Mannimarco. That's why you're here and they're still out there causing trouble for literally everyone involved."

#elder scrolls online #elder scrolls morrowind #elder scrolls arena #elderscrolls #the elder scrolls skyrim #elderscrollsdaggerfall #the vestige #eso vestige #eso arcanist #eso au #eso necrom #elder scrolls fanfiction

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alesyira · 5 months

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don't look

cool cool cool - so i'm thinking last night's post 'the call' will work amazing as a second chapter to 'glitch', and this posting 'don't look' will work great for a third (and final) chapter after that! this way, all the super-relevant stuff is tucked together, and I don't feel weird about posting two tiny oneshots that rely really heavily on the associated text to make sense (and now i don't have to come up with fun titles, summaries, tagging, etc).

Anyways, I added a smidge to 'the call' that will be going on ao3 (might update it here too if I think about it) and will be doing final checks on it later today to add to ao3, and this one will probably end up posted sometime tomorrow. :) :)

let's see...

TW: violence / death / horror elements

There are several screens playing the footage from that day.

Mirio glances around at the others standing around the media lab, noting arms crossed over chests, tapping feet, shifting stances.

A few shoot nervous glances in his direction, immediately looking away when they notice him watching.

They’ve been over this content a hundred times already, but this is the earliest they could get him in to try and explain what the heck had happened. He’d been confined under strict medical care for the last few days after rescue teams managed to pull him free from the rubble. (From the way the doctors and his mentors behaved, he figures he’d been damned lucky to survive.)

His memory is a little (a lot) fuzzy.

He has some vague recollection of strange (horrible) sounds and inexplicable (nightmarish) sights, but they make no sense.

Everyone’s hoping that seeing the events might jar some important details loose and help get a lead on the person(s) responsible for the tragedy.

He swallows back a lump in his throat at the sight of the still-intact hero agency lobby. Aizawa escorts a small group of students from the elevator bank, stopping briefly by the front desk to exchange words with the sidekick on duty. Everything inside the lobby looks like it always does. Aizawa leans beyond the counter to toss some trash into the wastebasket and then waves at the students to head toward the door.

Three other screens show slightly grainy footage of the streets immediately around the agency. He can see someone with average height and slim build approaching the agency from down the block.

He guesses it’s a teenager, possibly male with their hair length and the style of clothing, but he can’t be sure.

Mirio can see himself coming around the corner, and then the teen pauses and lifts a hand as though to wave like so many other civilians he sees on a daily basis.

It’s clear that they want to greet him like a regular hero fan, but something makes them hesitate, and they don’t.

The hand drops.

A flash of light flares unbelievably bright, briefly whiting out the video feeds closest to the street. The heroes and students still visible on the other cameras pause what they’re doing, warily looking out the front window.

He swallows back a wave of nausea.

This footage is the last time several of those people were seen alive.

Mirio turns his attention back to the teen.

What had they done? Did they cause the flash of light?

The footage is only clear enough to tell they have dark-colored hair, possibly green, but the way the kid stands there as Mirio goes in, staring like they’re waiting for something to happen?

It's highly suspicious.

The kid steps away from the wall toward the agency, their hands moving in front of them in an awkward, nervous manner.

In the next instant, the glass explodes outwards as the camera feeds violently shudder, a few screens briefly blacking out before flickering back into view.

The kid stumbles backward.

The side view of the agency’s interior shows heroes being knocked off their feet from a backlash of energy.

He stares with horror at a black mass that erupts where he's standing.

Did it come from the floor?

It looks like it’s touching him, beside him and all around him.

There's a subtle whisper in the back of his mind, but he resolutely ignores it. The whispering has been there for a while now, tickling at his thoughts just before he'd been woken from his medically induced coma.

Recovery Girl and All Might both suspect that he suffered some brain injuries when the building had collapsed around him.

His mouth goes dry as he stares at the ensuing violence. The mass whips around the room, flashing in and out of sight. More weird black things appear, but they’ve extended across the street toward -or from- the kid. He sees himself buckle, hands clutched to his head.

A hero rushes to his side with an outstretched hand.

He doesn't remember their name, but he vaguely recognizes the color of their costume. It had been a hero from another region, visiting that week as one of the student’s mentors.

It looks like they may have been trying to help him, but in the video, Mirio’s right arm flashes out to backhand the unknown person.

The video feed here flickers out, briefly, but does little to hide the way their upper body collapses under the force of the impact.

Their scream is nothing more than a garbled choke in the staticky audio file, and the only sound after that is the meaty, wet thump when they collide with a nearby wall, their body sliding down the cracked plaster in a streak of vibrant red.

The video feed pauses.

A warm hand gently closes over his shoulder.

He can’t help the way he flinches in on himself.

There’s a subtle tremor vibrating through his fingers as he tenderly touches the back of his right hand. The joints are sore, and the skin is still mottled in shades of yellow. Such a tiny indication that he’d-

“Sorry. You, ah, don’t have to watch any more of this. We just need you to listen to what we think you’re saying next.”

We think?

He’s seen a lot of stuff in his years of training. This can’t be much worse, right?

A sickening feeling in his gut tells him he should probably take heed and look away for the remainder.

He ignores it.

Swallowing back another lump in his throat, he blinks away the moisture that’s threatening. “No, I need to see what happened.”

“My boy, you really should reconsider. It’s not something you’ll want on your conscience.”

Mirio shakes his head. This statement cements the fact that he has to know, especially if he is somehow responsible.

He regrets watching.

The writhing black only stops for a brief moment under Aizawa’s harsh glare, but his frantic gesturing to get the students to evacuate is fruitless, and he turns away for a split second to shout at the kids to flee.

More black flares wildly, overlaid with garbled screams of disjointed rage.

He can almost make out some of the phrases he hears, but too many voices are speakingshoutingcrying at the same time for him to be certain.

The video feeds flicker frequently, now, on most of the cameras that are pointing into the lobby, but the ones that are blacked out are covered by other angles that still work, so few details can be missed.

Frenetic, flailing streams of black rip ceiling tiles loose and heft steel furniture like they’re nothing. A concrete support pillar is smashed into chunks of rubble and rebar. Debris is whipped at at any bystander that makes a move toward him.

Aizawa is clipped in the thigh and he tumbles to the ground.

Two students behind him lurch forward in protective stances, but they fare no better.

(He doesn’t bother to blink away the tears that well and drip down his cheeks.)

The visuals are briefly fried yellow by huge arcs of lightning that seem to bounce across his shoulders. Had he been struck by broken wiring?

A chill creeps over his neck and the incomprehensible whispering in his mind briefly grows louder as he spots a crowd of misty shapes standing around the lobby.

They flicker in and out of existence like faulty holograms.

Beings from another dimension.

Ghosts.

There’s a sudden bright white flash of fire, and the sound of explosions echo loudly through the camera feeds that aren’t immediately knocked offline.

Mirio thinks it may have come from one of the students, but the blast is too large.

When the cameras recover from the overload of light, they can barely make out charred and smoking figures littering the floor. Some of the hero and student costumes had been designed to withstand explosive force and extreme heat, and those lucky few are stumbling back to their feet.

One of the remaining camera views tilts sideways.

Another’s feed is blocked by a shower of dust before a chunk of rubble blocks the view.

Videos black out in rapid succession, then, leaving only a few online to witness the final moments of the building’s collapse. That anyone made it out of that wreckage, alive, is astounding.

His mouth is bone dry.

He was at the center of the chaos.

He should be dead.

In all, mere minutes pass after the first hero had been crushed beneath the power of his fist.

(Had he done these things? How? Why?)

He wants to cycle back to see it again, to find the lie with his own two eyes.

They don't stop him as he scrubs the video feed back one minute to look for details that might explain, and then again.

And again.

Nothing he can see will ever explain what he’s witnessing on the screen.

Nothing will make sense of the angry distorted sounds echoing through the audio feed.

He sinks back into his seat with a sick sort of relief.

He couldn’t have done these things.

It had to have been some hidden villain raining havoc upon them without warning. Several villains, in fact.

He’s seen worse. (He hasn’t seen worse.)

But that doesn’t make this any better.

It’s a terrible thing to witness death and destruction of this magnitude, but the audio is even more horrifying.

Mixed with shrieks of agony and those choking, rattling final breaths, an otherworldly chorus of humming voices can be heard on a few of the feeds, right up until the sound of crashing rubble drowns out the pain and misery of death.

He lets the camera feed pause then, half in darkness, others with billows of dust frozen on the screens. Silence descends upon the somber crowd.

A technician at the desk by the wall speaks up. “We ah, isolated some of the clearer audio and ran it through some software to split it out.” They pause for a second. Mirio can see the pale flash of a hand as they tug at their collar, making a clear effort to not look in his direction.

(Are they afraid of him?)

The technician clears their throat. “It’s a little better like this, but doesn’t make a lot of sense. We have some guesses, but your input will help.”

He doesn’t remember hearing any voices, but he also doesn’t remember experiencing most of what he’s just watched.

“Sure,” he murmurs. He presses his face into his hands and waits to listen to whatever horrific bit they have for him. What can he do aside from watch, listen, and suffer under the unknowns surrounding this horrific tragedy?

He swallows.

The first clip crackles with static. A few voices, or one with an odd trilling quality, chants a single sound over and over again.

He could lie. Say it sounds like sour. Or hours.

But the vague whispering in his mind clearly hisses the correct word.

His ears ring in the ensuing silence.

He realizes that something is very wrong with him.

“It-” His voice cracks. He hopes the shivering in his limbs can’t be seen by anyone standing nearby. “I think it’s saying ours. Ownership over something.”

Another person speaks up. Mirio hates that this feels like some kind of interrogation. “Any thoughts on what it might be referencing?”

Mirio shakes his head, resolutely ignoring the sudden chittering in his skull.

He presses his palms into his eye sockets with more force, trying to stem the fresh wave of terror sweeping through him.

“The other part we couldn’t isolate very well, but— well. Here.”

A quick click, then more staticky sound thrums from the speakers.

It takes him a moment to understand any of it, so they play the clip on repeat while they wait for his answer.

His eyeballs creak in his skull as he turns his head, very slowly, to look at his mentor standing a few feet to the right. Toshinori stares right back, with no indication whether he should or shouldn’t speak up.

one for all for one

The phrase is a blur of sound, but his familiarity with the name of the quirk he’d been given helps him figure out what it’s saying.

The rest is unrecognizable, a hiss of sound threaded along with the rest of it, and he cannot pick out the individual words as they meld together, repeating, insistent.

The whispering in his mind has no problem clearing it right up:

Him for us.

Us for him.

Mirio presses his lips together and slowly stands up. “We… might have a problem.”

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