Week 4: April 22nd - April 26th

[cartesio]

Fourth Week

A second murder shook the town of Cartesio. Clarisse's ambush plan ended with Katsuki Bakugou's death. Now what?

Nothing to be done other than continuing their life and watch what happens. After two weeks, after the deaths they have seen, it's hard to think there's a way out. The only option is to wait for the right chance to turn the tables and see a weak point in the Sergeant's plans -- and hopefully not see any murders.

The townspeople's attitude towards the tourists soured even more. The destruction of the church was much worse than anything they had seen so far, and they ran out of patience. People who in the past were nice and wanted nothing more than to make the tourists happy now aren't afraid of saying to their faces what's what. Random pedestrians shout at the visitors, telling them to stop being criminals. Although there are a few who have more patience than the rest, general opinion is clear:

The tourists are nuisances, to say the least.

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

[icariot]

[Hi Dabi, did you summon company? Cause that's what's coming for you.

Hawks is going to make himself comfortable sitting on the back of the bench, his feet chilling out on the seat of the bench.]

Looking for a new haunt, since the graveyard is out?

[amburere]

...you did that on purpose, birdie. [ If he sounds impressed it's because that pun was phenomenally predictable and bad. Now that Hawks is here he has better things to stare at than melting frost, and he turns to face the pro hero with a slight tilt of his head. ]

Graveyard's too easy. Why d'ya think our first hideout was in a bar and not an underground cave?

[icariot]

Maybe I just naturally speak in puns. [A careless shrug. His wings continue the motion, but don’t return to their original positions. The one closest to Dabi curves around him, almost like putting his arm over Dabi’s shoulder, but a healthier distance from the villain. The other hangs off Hawks’ side to rest on the bench. Wings make great heat reflectors.]

That answer is obvious—easy access to booze, and a place no one looks at closely for transients.

[Graveyards have heroes walking by occasionally because shady people visit them, and Warp Gate’s bar had been in a classier area. Less people would think the League would be housed there so they wouldn’t look.]

[amburere]

Uh-huh. [ His eyes flicker to the wing movement, then back to Hawks again. There actually wasn't much heat coming off the villain beforehand, but he makes a point of changing that with the addition of the wing shroud. This is a rematch of week one, or something. ]

Since you got all that figured out, where's our current one?

[icariot]

[Even if Hawks doesn’t say it, he’s very much enjoying the heat. Just like week one, or something.]

With you here and Warp Gate arrested, probably a video game store. The lizard sure as hell isnt going to tell Shigaraki to pick somewhere else.

[The joke is Hawks best cover for not knowing. He wishes he actually knew where it was—his life would have been a lot less complicated if he knew that information.]

[amburere]

Cute. [ Which nebulously applies to a bunch of things that neither Dabi nor this meta will explain. ]

And if I wasn't here?

[icariot]

[helpful as always!!]

Well. [A pointed look at Dabi and then the surrounding area.] You seem to favor open places that're out of the way of main thoroughfares, but you're smart enough not to chose obvious unless you're aiming for practicality over inconspicuousness. [The warf comes to mind--practical if you want to avoid people who would recognize the hero you're meeting with, and as a place you can have lots of fire without immediately getting caught.] Probably a small specialty store, maybe hardware or sports equipment.

[amburere]

A hardware store filled with villains sounds like it'd go as great as bar of 'em did. [ Maybe that means Hawks is on to something here? Either that or Dabi's just amused by the thought. It's clear as day that he's amused by something, what with the way his grin lingers. ]

You think you know me so well, birdie...

[icariot]

Your bar survived until the heroes got there, so villains with a hardware store doesn't sound all that awful. [Not like the stuff in a hardware store isn't the stuff they all have access to anyway. More access isn't going to change much. Maybe the lizard will find something else to attack with than chunks of metal taped together.

Is that a challenge Dabi? It sounds like a challenge. Hawks leans forward towards Dabi, hands braced on the ground for balance.] I certainly don't hear ya sayin' I'm wrong, hotshot.

[amburere]

[ More pointy objects for Toga is always a bad idea. But enough about teenagers and other villains who's names he can't be bothered to use half the time. That was a challenge, made for entirely selfish reasons. This time he'll let Hawks come to him at least in the physical sense—the rising heat around them a different type of encroachment. ]

Wrong. Think you're skippin' a few steps, like knowing my name for one.

[icariot]

[Hawks gives Dabi his best grin, unafraid of staying in Dabi’s space. His wings rustle with the movement, but make no indication towards moving from where they’re cupped around them both.]

You’re forgetting that’s a two way street yourself. “Birdie” is no more my name than “Hotshot” is yours. [ “Hawks” and “Dabi” are implied as well, of course.]

[amburere]

[ The heat isn't the only thing that's making it harder to think clearly. But it's fine, he's used to it. Probably. ]

Here's where I'm supposed to say: you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine. Too bad I never do the shit I'm supposed to do.

[icariot]

"Too bad" we're a bit past that stage, anyway. [Hawks parrots back teasingly, not particularly serious but making an attempt at copying Dabi's drawl for the beginning.]

If it means that much to you, how 'bout we make a deal? I don't yours, you don't ask mine.

[amburere]

You sayin' I'd kiss and tell, Hero? [ Don't answer that or rather Hawks won't be able to answer that, cause Dabi's making a show of just how well he's able to use his mouth here. It's pretty late and there's no one around, so it takes a while for him to pull back with an overly satisfied smirk. ]

[icariot]

[Hawks doesn't get the chance to reply before there's no room to reply. The kiss is long and deep and leaves him slightly breathless at the end. He takes a moment to breathe, and then it's with a barely there flush and a leer that Hawks answers.]

I'd have to say you're guilty of a lot, but I bet it's not that.

[amburere]

It's a shame really—just imagine the tabloid headlines. Number two hero and number two villain equal a number one romance. Fowl turned lovebirds??? Bet they throw in a beauty and the beast reference to top it all off.

[ His mockery is clear, yet Dabi embraces the ludicrousness of those headlines anyway. Not by going for another kiss, but by not so gently pulling Hawks onto his lap. That's better. Don't mind his roaming hands. ]

[icariot]

The real shame would be if we only got one story printed. There's enough speculation and intrigue we should be all they talk about for weeks. [Hawks easily goes with the motion, settling knees on either side of Dabi and wings circling to totally encompass them.]

[amburere]

[ Dabi lets out an amused huff, his grin curving wider. Sometimes, Hawks was unmistakably a ham despite all his chicken jokes and motifs. He shouldn't be so fond of that really, but his still roaming hands speak otherwise. ]

Y'know, we probably don't need to wait and see. The rag here reports on paper sharks, they're just dying for a real headline. 

[icariot]

[Whether Dabi intended the pun or not, Hawks cracks a grin at it and leans closer. Arms on either side of Dabi’s neck, elbows just resting on the back of the bench puts him at a very good vantage point to admire Dabi’s face.]

As long as you’re not the one dying to produce that headline. That’s not exactly something to crow home about.

[amburere]

[50/50, given that he's not opposed to using fire puns in equally terrible situations. Hearing it mirrored back at him makes him tut, it really was awful. ]

Did that once already, pretty bird. [ Too much information? Yeah, but in this case it kinda proves Dabi's point from earlier. And sometimes with Hawks, it's far too tempting to just hit back beside his better instincts. ]

[icariot]

[That's not what Hawks had been expecting Dabi would say-- if it wasn't said so easy, in a way only simple truth tends to come, he'd think his leg is being pulled. He doesn't let that stop himself from rolling on, however. Just tucks that bit of knowledge away for another day.]

Then there's no way you want to repeat it. Can't have your stories getting stale of all things.

[amburere]

You really have to save everyone, huh? [ That might sound biting and it kind of is, but he doesn't linger on it. ]

'm more interested in making the headline than being one nowadays. Can't let myself get rusty either.