WEEK 3: April 15th - April 19th

[cartesio]

Third Week

The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.

Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.

Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.

It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Comments

[integratedsoul]

[ And startle she does - wonderfully predictable as she is - and in the movement promptly hits her foot against a wall. As soon as she realizes it's Dabi, he gets a smile in greeting, delivered as she balances on one leg in the 'I stubbed my toe' dance. Truly graceful..... ]

I'm a rebel now. [ ... ] Well, that's not very convincing, but it is pretty convenient to have more clothes around.

[amburere]

Congratulations. [ He walks fully into view, giving her a healthy stare as she continues her dance. ]

That look of yours might just be enough to scare off a mouse. [ ...but only because mice don't like to be stepped on. ]

[integratedsoul]

[ Her toe is at least recovering from the collision so she now sets her foot back on the ground and straightens out her dress. ]

All things considered, that may be progress.

[amburere]

You have a long way to go. [ It's not said harshly but offhandedly, a passing comment as he takes in the rest of the clothing store. Hm, he's not going to find what he wants in this section, that's for sure. ]

[integratedsoul]

Maybe I really should pick up a gun...

[ ... but then again what for? Even if she could master the technicalities of it, Cian already knows she'd never be able to pull the trigger while aiming at a living being. Sssoooo that's a topic that might be better shelved. ]

Are you looking for something specific?

[amburere]

Can't help you there. [ Which leaves the question if he would help her if he could. ]

...plain t-shirts. The rest of this won't be modified for my quirk.

[integratedsoul]

I've seen some of that! Not sure if it's your colors, but...

[ She'll move deeper into the room, motioning for Dabi to follow. Io and behold, a pile of men's shirts comes into sight, spanning just about every color that isn't black or black ]

[amburere]

[ Following behind slowly as he takes in the rest of the store. ]

...what's my color?

[integratedsoul]

I'd associate you with the light blue of the fire you can make, but that's not something you'd look good wearing exactly.

[ There's a pause as she sorts her mind out further on it. ]

It's a bit hard to picture you wearing something other than the black and white, truthfully, but I think earthy tones would look nice on you. Especially red-ish varieties.

[ This store may have no sales clerks anymore, but Cian apparently adapts well to the role?? ]

[amburere]

Not red. [ ...he is apparently not a fan, at all. He moves and picks up a plain white t-shirt, feeling the fabric in his hands. ]

Never been an ally of the earth either.

[integratedsoul]

Huh, what's wrong with red?

[ That was a pretty intense reaction there...? ]

[amburere]

I hate it. [ Less vitriolic this time, but still pretty poignant compared to how he usually speaks. He's also staring through the t-shirt in his hands rather than at it, yikes. ]

[integratedsoul]

[ ... she really wants to ask why, but she also strongly suspects that she won't get an answer. It's good to keep in mind though before she later offends him with red somehow. Landmines avoided? ]

What's your favourite color then?

[ REDIRECT CONVERSATIONS TO THE POSITIVES.... ]

[amburere]

[ Cian you are too good. And 100% right in that he would not answer. ]

Don't have one. [ I mean, she tried but this is also Dabi. ]

[integratedsoul]

Then how do you pick which color you take your clothes in? Or your cups? Or things like that?

[ You have a favourite color, you just don't know it yet. ]

[amburere]

[ Blink. ]

Whatever's 'round that's not bright. The materials more important. [ A beat as he considers the cup questions. ] I don't own anything like that. If I need it, I'd steal it.

[integratedsoul]

So you like dark tones, that's a preference.

[ If it's dark and not red that's already almost as good as being a specific color. ]

... but wait, you don't own dishes and such? How do you live then?

[amburere]

[ ...sure he guesses. ]

Used to basically live in a bar. Havin' a real place is dangerous.

[integratedsoul]

Oh.... I kind of imagined you'd have some underground lair or something, but I guess that was a bit naive.

[ It sounded cool in her head though. ]

[amburere]

...that's what the bar was. Heroes went and wrecked the place to get the brat back.

[ A hideout bar is still cool, right. ]

[integratedsoul]

How rude.

[ Okay, as soon as she's said this, she realizes that it's a pretty stupid comment to make, context considered, but it is too late to un-say it. ]

You knew Bakugou-kun before as well then... You, Hawks-san, Bakugou-kun... that's a lot of people from one world.

[amburere]

[ That gets an amused sound from Dabi and another one of his smirks, though it's more genuine than usual. What's really rude is how he was unconscious for 90% of the raid, but he's not gonna admit that. ]

Maybe the Sarge wanted to hit all his bases. A hero, a villain, and a hero-in-training.

[integratedsoul]

Isn't he missing a villain-in-training then? Or is that not a thing?

[ What's the formal education to being a villain, who knows. DO YOU GO TO VILLAIN COLLEGE.... actually don't answer that. ]

[amburere]

Not a thing. No one teaches you how to become a villain, you fall into it.

[ If only. ]

[integratedsoul]

Makes sense. Even in my world, Miach only recruited people as comrades who already had a predisposition towards hating society, so that hasn't changed... too much.

[ Miach and Dabi are probably very different kinds of villains but when your frame of reference is small... ]