April 1st - Arrival

[cartesio]

Arrival

It feels more like waking up from a very restful night, instead of the jarring feeling of waking up in an unknown bed. That feeling may not last long, though, because you're definitely not looking up at any ceiling you're familiar with.

It's some kind of motel room -- maybe cleaner than you'd expect from such a place. There's a comfortable bed, a trunk with a military uniforn and a gas mask and enough space to stash whatever you get during the next two months, a closet with a familiar outfit or two...no other belongings in this room, and certainly no answers as to why you're here.

There's one thing that may bring more questions than answers: a calendar. Today's date is marked there: April 1st. Happy April Fools day? The entirety of April and most of May is empty, but the week from May 21st to May 25th is filled with one word:

END

The moment you step out of your room with AC you're hit by the warm, sticky air of Cartesio. Today is a rather dry day. You're not the only one who seems to be lost -- other people come out of their rooms. At some point, once you get to the lobby, you find a few things of interest: a guestbook, a rack of maps, and a note pinned to the wood of the counter:

"Meet me at the Lodge in two hours -- The Sergeant"
You now have a place to go to in two hours. In the meanwhile, how about you get accustomed to the motel and the town?

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[icariot]

[It's close enough.

As the seconds tick by, Hawks feels tension crackle along his back. Even with his relaxed demeanor, Dabi usually would have said something by now, if talk was all that would happen.

When the villain finally surges forward Hawks tries to propel himself backwards, buy enough of a moment to then go up or sideways. The unnatural amount of fatigue from the earlier flight must be getting to him though, because he stumbles over his own discarded jacket and gets pinned in place. He's barely keeping his balance, wings slightly spread but too close to junk heaps to effectively use without risking bringing it all down on them, and has an arm trapped in a vice-like grip. The flames dance in his glasses' reflection--too close to risk shedding feathers. Hawks is fairly well stuck unless he risks more than he might like this early into this weird situation.

Hawks also really isn't sure if this is better or worse than if he hadn't opened his mouth. He can't even call Dabi out on his response being a lie either--he certainly did get Hawks to shut up for several fraught moments, just like he said.]

I guess I'd call that a pretty effective demonstration of putting your words to actions.

[amburere]

Thanks for noticing. [ The fire in his palm flares in tandem with the heat in his chest, making for a considerably toasty atmosphere with all the metal around. It's a good thing Hawks took off his jacket, cause Dabi's flames are still as excruciatingly hot as ever too. But as uncomfortable as this situation might be, it doesn't seem like the villain is going to go any further, even if he hasn't loosened his grip any. ]

Don't forget your place, birdie. A cage is still a cage, and this time you're trapped with me.

[icariot]

[If Hawks thought the sky was hot, this is new heights of uncomfortable. His wings twitch, wanting to blow some of the heat away, but he works to still them.

Thankfully, fried chicken doesn't quite seem to be on the menu just yet.]

The reverse is true then too isn't it? You're stuck with me too. Shouldn't that be a hint to not roast your probable ride out of here?

[Hawks is also probably going to end up covering for Dabi to at least the exploding brat, if not someone else if they have a problem with the "villain" title. Mutualistic relationship, and all.]

[amburere]

Could just give you a quick char instead. You've already shown me that you don't need all those feathers. [ The flame surges brighter in his hand, but after one, two beats, it's extinguished with a close of his palm. ]

Maybe later. [ The fire may be gone, but until he sees how the hero responds he's not backing off completely. ]

[icariot]

[Hawks waits several more moments after the fire is extinguished before he lets his muscles relax-- his wings settle into a resting position against his back and his arms move as much as they can to follow suit, given that Dabi is still holding the one.]

You can let go now, you know. We can always chat more later after we've seen what this place wants from us.

[They've reached their impasse, had the pissing contest, let's get on with the professional part of the day.]

[amburere]

Oh, hadn't noticed. Don't know what I'd do without you, Hawks. [ They've had their pissing contest, but Dabi's still irritated over everything. Nothing a good fight can't fix, but that'll have to wait til later. With a sneer he lets go of the pro heroes arm, and starts to walk away. ]

Here, after the sun sets. [ Gotta keep in theme with shady meeting places and times. Now he's off to scout more and get lost in his head (thanks Cian). ]