vytal: (DBQFWJR)
𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 ([personal profile] vytal) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-03-19 12:32 pm

closed

Who: Izuku and Yang
Where: One of the safe rooms
When: During the event
Rating: PG13 for now
What: A new friendship forms in spite of everything going on.

[ they've been through so much in just a few days, and quite frankly, yang is tired. she's exhausted. she's fortunate enough to where she hasn't made direct contact with the creature that seems to be stalking them, following their every move, toying with their emotions at every chance it can get--but she's tired of being haunted from those on remnant. yang just wants to rest.

which is why she enters one of the safe rooms while running a hand through her hair. she's not having it, clearly. but...the only other person in here right now is one of those in her group. she doesn't think she caught his name yet, but she looks up at him blearily. even if she's tired, she has to be here for her teammates.
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Hey.

[ she approaches him slowly.] How're you holding up?
shootstyles: (glance down)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-03-20 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine.

[Is the automatic reply. Except he's really not fine. He had volunteered to help because he figured his power would be helpful and then suddenly in the depths of the ship, One for All had come roaring back to life. Suddenly he could fight again.

And yet it didn't seem to matter. Fighting against this monster felt like fighting a force of nature.

So here he is, slumped against a wall, trying to give a teammate a smile.]
shootstyles: (dont be a punk bitch iida)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-03-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[He twists his fingers together thoughtfully.]

It feels like... we're fighting blind out there. Both the ship and that thing want us dead.
shootstyles: (glance down)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-03-26 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. Maybe it was but we were just trying to pretend it wasn't. My power's back-[He clenches a fist and green lightning crackles around it.] But it doesn't even seem to matter.

Still, we can't give up. If we do then... it's all over.