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

[burgerprince]

[Jughead leans back a little, towards the windshield.]

So who's trash to you?

[His tone is one part judgemental, one part interrogative, and one part genuinely curious.]

[amburere]

Heroes. [ There's no understating the weight of that one word, even with how heavy his speech usually is. And then almost seamlessly, he continues. ]

...bottom feeder villains.

[burgerprince]

[Jughead can’t really begin to understand how much those words mean to Dabi; he only has a vague idea of how his world works from Hawks, and it was more on the side of Heroes, not beginning to touch on those who can’t fall into that category.

It takes a moment before he responds.]

Don’t you think a society that splits people into the two is kind of messed up?

[amburere]

That's why it needs to be razed to the ground. [ Though his words are lacking the intensity he had just moments ago, it might be disturbing how downright cold and removed this sentence is in contrast. That's just how things are, there's no saving it. ]

[burgerprince]

[That’s completely concerning prospective serial killer talk Dabi is coming out with, and it’s a little uncomfortable, but, with such a huge split between two sides, is it really so unreasonable to end up thinking like that? His character motivations are right there, it’s a logical conclusion, purely from an observant writing standpoint.

Again, he takes a moment, but then he asks, curious:]

Would you pick up the pieces after?

[amburere]

[ A very lengthy silence. ]

...got something to settle with someone else first.

[burgerprince]

[Hm.]

What would that be?

[amburere]

Nice try. [ Fast and incredibly sarcastic to boot, he's clearly got no intention elaborate. ]

[burgerprince]

Not the type to share your revenge plans. Got it.

[With a hook like that, he's going to be wondering about it. He just hopes it won't be an unsolved mystery by the end of this.

There's another break of silence before he fills it again.]

I thought society was kind of fucked, but sounds like you got it worse.

[amburere]

[ Maybe. ]

Yeah? Happens when everyone's focused rankings, personal justice, and making everything fit into a neat lil' box.

[burgerprince]

[All of those things are things that Jughead really doesn't like the sound of, and it shows in his discomfort.]

If things don't fit...then what?

[amburere]

Then they get tossed aside. And if they don't stay in their place, they get handled. Not by killing no—that might make society feel guilty and they can't have that. There's an entire prison full of societal rejects.

Guy in the Vanguard? He's wanted cause he used his quirk in a non-sanctioned way. For making magic tricks.

[burgerprince]

Just shove them somewhere no one has to pay attention to it.

[Jughead can’t help but think how he’d hold up in a place like that. He’d always marked himself as a reject - that’s what he was. The disturbed loner with damage who doesn’t fit in, and with a heritage that already raises enough eyebrows.

It’s not too hard for him to see where Dabi’s coming from, which isn’t comfortable.]

Can’t imagine magic tricks are a great menace to society, outside of being kind of lame.

[amburere]

Exactly. [ His smirk really speaks for itself here. Society was broken and only benefited those who fit into it's neat little lines. ]

They don't have to be. His quirk has a lot of utility. [ A beat as he debates whether to elaborate, but the basics are the villain name so. ] He can compress anything into 'bout the size of a marble.

[burgerprince]

Must be great for sleight of hand...and shoplifting, probably.

[amburere]

Combat too. [ This smile. ]

[burgerprince]

You’re gonna have to explain that one.

[He’s listening.]

[amburere]

People. It's how we kidnapped the brat, can't do much trapped in a marble.

[ Quirks are weird, some of them seem innocent enough...]

[burgerprince]

[He raises his eyebrows with a nod.]

Creative. There have to be better options for abductees, though.

[amburere]

[ Mr. Compress is good. And not creative at naming himself, but eh. ]

That's the whole reason the boss wanted 'im. Thought he'd be easily won over.

[burgerprince]

Surprised he would've let him get a word in.

[amburere]

Oh, the brat listened. Then he shot off an explosion in Shigaraki's face. [ The most emphatic shrug. This is why he refused to release Bakugou from his constraints and made someone else do it. There really was only one outcome when it came to that kid. ]

[burgerprince]

Of course he did. Kind of sounds like that guy's fault for not expecting that.

[amburere]

It was. Would've been an interesting short-lived fight, but then we got interrupted by a "pizza delivery". [ Audible air quotes for extra emphasis. ]

[burgerprince]

A pizza delivery.

[Right.]

Subtle.