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

[amburere]

[ At some point Dabi knew the bird was gonna show up. He has nothing to say until Hawk speaks up and encroaches on his space and liquor. His icy gaze says it all, play carefully tonight hero. ]

This isn't your kinda place, Hawks. You gotta officially join the league before you get to have parties in shitholes like this.

[icariot]

If I didn’t know better, I would think you care about me being in shady places.

[Hawks huffs a laugh and cracks a grin. He swirls the bourbon and examines it, but doesn’t try to drink it (yet).]

Pretty sure you don’t have a monopoly on graveyard parties. I’ve seen a decent amount full of teenagers, well before the league was out and about.

[Then again, maybe Dabi was at one of those that he’d seen. Wouldn’t that have been a riot.]

[amburere]

[ Congrats Hawks, Dabi very nearly laughs but stops himself. He's drunk, but not that drunk to find amusement in stupid little half quips. ]

For now. [ He'll add that to their docket of demands when they're done dismantling hero society. Perks of being leader of the vanguard or something. ] If you're not gonna drink any, give it back.

[icariot]

[Hawks can see it now: the league assembled and presiding over half dressed drunk teenagers and miscreant adults. From what he knows of the League’s profiles, they’d all fit in pretty nicely. Except maybe Warp Gate, but he’s arrested and that’s a moot point.

The thought combined with Dabi’s conviction is almost enough to be funny, until it sinks in that that would be the perfect place for the league to recruit and any laughter dies bitter in his throat. The downtrodden and the outcasts. Hawks shoves the thought down farther and takes a long drink from the bottle to cover his silence before plopping down on the ground and holding the bottle back towards Dabi. Might as well get comfortable.]

I didn’t think you were so eager to share. .

[amburere]

[ Come now, the League of Villains has standards. They wouldn't just accept any drunk half-dressed teenagers, Dabi's made sure of that. Eager recruits from places like this just usually wind up a pile of ash. But maybe that's something he'll keep in mind for whenever they're back in Japan—fertilizing the soil ain't a bad idea.
Snatching the bottle back and taking a healthy drink himself. ]

'm not. Just didn't feel like gettin' up and chasing your tail. [ Not too drunk to stop with the bird metaphors either, even if his drawl is lazier than usual. ]

[icariot]

[Hawks isn't going to take you to any parties ever if you're gonna turn them all into a bonfire, Dabi]

Considering I went searching for you, I'm not exactly gonna to leave now.

[He will reach for the bottle himself again, though. And if his accent slips a little at the end in response to Dabi's, it's not like there anyone around but a drunk villain to notice.]

[amburere]

[ At least the party would be lit. ]

Aww 'm flattered, really. [ Mmmnn fine have the bottle again Hawks. He shifts, leaning back against the tombstone as he waits for the bourbon's return. ] Knew I was the favorite—you and Sarge both. Oh! The boss too.

[icariot]

[Can't deny that.]

Heh, figures you'd be the favorite--compunctions already gone... [There's no real bite to the words, or even denial at the observation. There's a fair bit of curiosity though. He takes a swig but takes several moments before he returns the bottle. Hawks' wing stretches out, primary feathers teasing lightly at Dabi's ankle.] Have you been talking to the Sarge? More than at the meetings.

[amburere]

[ Stare, both at the delay and the feather. ]

You've gotta be under a table to play footsie. [...moving on, his fingers play against the glass of the bottle as he thinks. ]

Yeah. Went to tell him that he was a shitty excuse for a villain.

[icariot]

Not my foot, but also I was just checkin' you're still awake. [Maybe Dabi sleeps with his eyes open and Hawks was just keeping him awake. ...Or maybe Hawks was just bored and goofing around.]

Yeah? And what'd he say when you told 'im that? "I'm disappointed in your lack of understanding of my work"?

[Hawks won't disagree that the League is definitely the more concerning threat. They go for civilians and important heroes-- in the long run the sergeant is only affecting a small group so far.]

[amburere]

Wouldn't be the worst place I've slept. [ If he sounds vaguely proud of that, it's probably the alcohol talking. Sleeping here doesn't sound bad, though. ]

Somethin' like that. [ Swig of bourbon, and after a pause he offers the bottle back. ] Then he got pissy when I told him he was worse than Shigaraki at this.

[icariot]

And if some other poor sod comes across you and wakes you up? 'm not sure the townsfolk will appreciate you lighting their graveyard on fire.

[Hawks will take his own drink once the bottle is passed back over. He'll actually laugh at the comment about the Sergeant.] He's gonna be in for a rude awakening then. Shigaraki has a scary learning curve, the Sarge hasn't shown near that level of growth.

[amburere]

Who said anythin' bout just the graveyard? [ If someone woke him up when he's like this, it's highly likely they'd find all of themselves on fire. ]

Maybe the Sergeant will learn he needs to grind to get what he wants. [ He could have phrased that better but meh. Shigaraki's fault he's picked up so many video game terms. ]

[icariot]

I was being generous, hotshot. [At least plan better if you’re gonna do villainous things, Hawks would rather not have two friends (?) dead within a week because they couldn’t stay out of the weird game of this place, please.]

I hope him grinding doesn’t involve even more tourists dying just yet, otherwise I’d rather him remain incompetent. [again, please don’t make his job harder. The bottle gets waved in Dabi’s general direction. His turn, unless he wanted Hawks to finish it for him. ]

[amburere]

Cool, you can be generous for both of us. [ That works, right? Definitely taking the bottle back and finishing it with a single gulp. Tossing it to the side, he deals with enough trash normally to litter just this once. ]

S'ok he wants to keep you 'round for sure.

[icariot]

[Hawks will give a flat look at the bottle being tossed, but make no move to grab it. It's hardly the worst thing littering the graveyard, and he doesn't feel like carrying it around.

His feathers rustle gently when a gust of wind blows through, and Hawks shifts his wings to block any more of them.]

You two talked 'bout me? I'm flattered.

[amburere]

[ Usually he'd play off any real (or fake) interest he has in Hawks, but not tonight. It's got nothing to do with the way he's going to lean closer to those wings to take advantage of that shelter either, naturally.

With all the whiskey, it seems he's a different type of playful. In his best Sergeant impression, he raises the pitch of his voice in imitation. ]

"Tell me all about him". Stupid—like I'd give away anything of mine.

[icariot]

[Hawks gives up any pretenses he had left about not enjoying the closeness and keeping a “safe” distance from the villain when Dabi leans in. He lets his wing fold closer to Dabi until it’s brushing along his shoulder. Still blocking the wind, but close enough to lean on him slightly.

Hawks blinks, taken aback not that Dabi would rebuke the seargent, but that he’d admit to someone about being possessive of hawks. Thankfully he’s not so buzzed as to be silent long.]

I’d be worried you’d been replaced by a changeling if you did give out something just because someone said. [He gives Dabi what’s probably a very stupid grin.] Yours, huh?

[amburere]

[ Buzzed? By this point Dabi would be lucky to be considered plain drunk, that last bit of liquor having pushed him over the edge. He's also entirely done with holding himself in check thanks to a conversation he had earlier in this same spot. Everything was stupid, so stupid and-

That stupid grin. He wants to burn it right off the Hawks face. And honestly that might have been his sole intention when Dabi goes to lean even closer, to growl out a threat, maybe add some fire for show. 'Cept that's not what happens. He hasn't tested out his reflexes or balance in what counts as forever in drinking time, so he overcompensates badly. This isn't so much a lean anymore, as it's more him basically falling over into Hawk's shoulder and chest.

Closer than he was intending, but he's gonna roll with it. And since he's here, he opts to just grab that fluffy collar and yank Hawks even closer until there's scarcely any space between them at all. ]

You sayin' I'm wrong, birdie?

[icariot]

[It's all instinct that has Hawks wrap his arms around Dabi's ribs to catch him--maybe he'll say "to make sure he doesn't slide off Hawks and eat dirt," but he truthfully wasn't thinking that far ahead. What's more, his wings automatically follow the movement, and before Dabi pulls up enough to really get in Hawks' face they're already cocooned very snugly in soft feathers.

Later he might be able to blame it on the booze, but Dabi's eyes, glowing nearly as bright as his flames, mesmerize Hawks. Two rabbit-paced heartbeats pass as Dabi talks and he's barely finished before Hawks closes what distance had been left between them.

Hawks will unabashedly swipe his tongue over his lip when he pulls away, before answering.]

I wouldn't say that.

[amburere]

[ There's a lot of things Dabi should be thinking right now. A lot of things he should be saying right now (well as soon as his mouth is unoccupied). But dutifully following expectations is for heroes. And despite whatever conflicting thoughts he might have in the present or in the future, he knew one thing for sure: he was a villain. Villains did whatever the hell they wanted.

And that includes roughly pulling the hero back closer as soon as Hawks starts to pull away. Mouth to mouth, his staples graze unblemished skin as he speaks. ]

Oh? What would'ya say? [ As much as his questions are a demand, they're ones that'll go unanswered as he presses their lips together again. This time when they part the collar is released from his grip, as he lazily lets himself lean on Hawks fully. ]

[icariot]

[He should have expected the scraping of the staples, but the idea of it and the reality didn’t measure up. It was an intriguing sensation—different than a piercing, for sure. Dabi’s voice and demanding actions break his wandering train of thought.

Hawks is unashamed that his mind slammed to a total halt during the second kiss. It only really starts again when Dabi drapes himself over Hawks—and he realizes they’re still in the graveyard, where any ol’ person could wander in on them. That thought has Hawks pause from where he had started to shift his grip on Dabi’s jacket to go from holding him to standing with him. If Dabi hadn’t...changed his mind? Gotten tired? Passed out drunk? Hawks might have stayed caught up. That’s an unexpected danger, whoops.]

How ‘bout I tell ya in an actual bed, instead’a the ground?

[amburere]

[ Listen it's hard to stay centered when you're more than a few too many drinks in and have just flown past first base with the number two hero. But fine, fine, they're getting up augh—that elicits some grumbling but Dabi will comply. Standing is something he can do (while leaning on Hawks), but moving is a bit more dicey. ]

We're gonna get dirty either way.  [ He drawls, clumsily grabbing hold of whatever part of Hawks he can reach in feeble protest. Dabi might need just a little more incentive, but standing is honestly half the battle. ]

[icariot]

[It's a good thing Hawks has more than one set of appendages to lend Dabi, then. He carefully tugs one of Dabi's arms over his neck, then wraps his arm around his waist and that side's wing around his shoulders. It's probably not as useful as another arm would be, since it can't grip, but it can at least help hold Dabi against Hawks while his arm takes the actual weight.

The easiest thing would have just been to carry Dabi on his back, but the wings would be in the way and Dabi's height would become a problem at some point. Maybe not in the beginning, or if it was the only way to actually move Dabi, but in this scenario it probably wouldn't be fun.]

Probably, but the dirt ain't near as fun. [Hawks' voice is amused, edging into challenging. Drag your feet too long, and nobody might be having fun tonight.

He doesn't voice it (yet), but Hawks is sure in the morning Dabi would be happier (less biting?) about being moved to a bed compared to waking up out here. Hawks would be too.]

[amburere]

Ha. Not sure if I believe you, hero. [ Even in this state, Dabi recognizes a challenge when he hears one. That's enough to get him moving, and with Hawk's support he's steady enough. And as much as he has slept on actual dirt before, a bed is definitely better. Especially after a night like this. ]

Better not be all squawk and no...peck. [ He tried. But he's drunk is hopefully a valid enough excuse. ]