[They likely know this and thus are not saying shit about keeping them off the case. Even Kirishima's going by train, despite being hours away. They've been through enough of kidnappings from their class already, and Bakugou's even more pissed because he knows what it's like to be kidnapped and it fucking sucks!
It's so tempting to vent his anger on the cage, so he gets out of the garbage truck and hangs off to the side to avoid putting his damn foot through the metal sides. Didn't seem like the cage itself was very roughed up either, so either Kaminari didn't try to get out of it or was prevented from making the effort.]
Unless they had a reason to get his cooperation.
[Whether he was still groggy from the head blow, was threatened to behave, or was already restrained, no fucking clue. The lack of concrete details helping in this case are frustrating, but... that's kind of the damn point of a kidnapping. Not to leave as many clues as possible.
Noticing the office building as the only viable target, Bakugou makes that his next target when the police arrive. He joins up with Sero as the other hero jumps out of the truck.]
Yeah. When you're done, let look inside and see if anyone might've seen something.
[No clue if anyone's in the dark building or not... but given the case around them, Bakugou's opting not to go in there alone.]
[ There's a lot of their hero friends that are checking in on how things are going, but they stay off the comms and talk to Jeanist and Eraserhead instead. There's a risk of all of them coming to help eventually, but for now it's their close-knit ones.
Sero looks back at Bakugou as 'cooperation' is mentioned and frowns. ]
"You don't think they're stupid enough to try doing what the LoV did to you? Trying to make him join them."
[ Not that Chargebolt would, but that's also a possible motive. Less so than the others, but still.
The tape hero nods at the go-ahead and then walks over to the police to fill them in on what they found. He mentions the cage and the possible switch of cars, asking them to check cameras for all cars that drove through. Anything that they can find.
Another crowd is gathering, of course, curious bystanders wondering what's going on and then seeing heroes. The press probably isn't far away, either.
By now it's been nearly three and a half hours since Chargebolt disappeared. ]
[So long as they don't clutter up the radio waves with useless worry and chatter, Bakugou won't end up yelling at them to shut the fuck up and focus on the mission. He knows it's going to ripple through the group sooner or later. The question about the LoV's intention earns a bark of a laugh and the blonde dismisses it immediately.]
If they're that stupid, we don't have to worry about shit.
[No, he highly doubts they want Kaminari to join them, or even think they can get him to do so. If anything, they want his Quirk and his connections to their advantage. Is his assumption at least.
Bakugou agrees with the monitoring decision. Checking any cars that left (or entered) the alley after the garbage truck went inside it. Maybe one of the cars had a fucked up license plate? Speaking of... how the hell did these people even get a garbage truck in the first place? Dynamight brings that up. Either the original drivers were taken out, or these people conned their way into getting a truck. And ripped off the plate or covered it up or bribed someone. Waste Management should be called to come identify the garbage truck and report any that were stolen or missing for the day and who the people were whose drove it last.
Katsuki tries calling Denki cellphone as he heads for the building, checking inside for occupants that might've seen or heard something going on outside the windows. Of course, if it's empty, then yeah, he'll head back out.]
[ That's why they're getting all their info from those two rather than messing up the system. Even the chaotic ones know better... and honestly the most chaotic ones are on the scene or on the way already.
The police and support team agree to check the cars and other things that might have entered and/or left the alley, and checking with Waste Management as well. It's going to take a bit longer since the alley is fairly busy, but this is still currently the highest priority.
Police also inform the two heroes that while they have not finished any DNA analysis yet, the blood type on the splatter in the power station was the same as Chargebolt's. It's not too much help since it's one of the most common blood types, but it's something.
Denki's cellphone is quiet. Turned off, smashed... who knows?
Once done reporting to the others, Cellophane joins up with Dynamight again to check the building. A sign on the door says that it is closed for remodeling, with a timeline explaining when they open again. It's in several days. Still, the door is opened by the police and they can go through the place, floor by floor.
Nothing.
Going back out again reveals that the press has arrived, and this time they're less scared and/or respectful. ]
"Dynamight! Dynamight! What are your thoughts on this case? Is Chargebolt still alive? Does Chargebolt's family know? Was he taken to blackmail you? What do you want to say to the villains if they're listening?"
[ Questions are raining down on the explosive here, and some even try to get Sero's opinion on it all, which he completely ignores in favor to update the police again. ]
[He can't expect them to produce answers immediately. What he can expect is to find more leads, more guesses, more clues that will help pinpoint something they can actually use. They found out Chargebolt was kidnapped, found out the garbage truck was used, it'd been planned, a Faraday cage involved, and eliminated a lot of other distractions as well. More and more things to put the pressure on to try and track down who these idiots are.
Blood test doesn't tell him much; whether it was Chargebolt that got smacked or one of the thugs, there's not enough blood to suggest it was a serious injury. So that's at least... something positive. Dynamight scowls at the returned signal. Long shot, but no, he didn't expect to get his boyfriend's phone online.
Into the building, looking for anything that might help. The closed sign doesn't offer any real suggestion of help, but it's just one more stone to check and one more dead end to throw over their shoulder. Bakugou goes from floor to floor, checking even the roof top and any windows that might've been close to the alley scene. Nothing... He leaves the area irritated and less patient.
Doesn't help the press is here and being an intrusive piece of shit.]
He's alive. Now fuck off.
[That's all he's going to give them, stalking past the snapping bulbs and microphones thrust into their space. Tsk, now what. They've exhausted most of their immediate actions outside of simply running around and looking with their eyes. The garbage truck is been checked, videos of the alley entrances reviewed, the powerplant staff questioned.]
Until they get back to us with videos, we're running blind at this point.
[ All the things these people had planned was crazy. Drawing him in with the one thing only an electric hero could help with, breaking the failsafe, the garbage truck stolen and remodeled with the cage... fuck, even this alley's office being closed. It's weeks of planning for one young hero, and for what? Cheaper utility bills?
Police are bagging the hero costume into evidence, pulling random Denki shit out of the pockets - a few candies, keys, a power bank, his hero license, receipts, explosion-lightning earrings, and a tiny pikachu squishie to occupy his hands when he's concentrating. Still no sign of his choker, though.
Sero claps Bakugou's shoulder at the mention of running blind, out of ideas as well. All they could do was hope that the surveillance caught something after going through the cars going past. ]
"RR is about to arrive at the train station, I'm gonna ask a driver to pick him up. Pinky's almost here, too. There's a local agency that's willing to loan us their services, and a hotel right by."
[ Nobody's going home right now, especially not them... but they can't exactly just stand here. ]
[Not to mention they got an alley that didn't have direct camera access. Not that there aren't a lot of those, but they still took the pains to cover up the drop off/trade off of Chargebolt. This wasn't a run-of-the-mill kidnapping. That makes it a lot worse in terms of having to deal with finding and stopping it. Katsuki wants to say it's something as stupid as cheaper electric, but...
Denki, why the hell do you have candies and receipts in your hero costume pockets?! Katsuki narrows his eyes at the earrings, but can't take them like he wants. The lack of his choker, however, still bothers him. Did they miss it? Did Kaminari throw it out the window somehow? Was it left in the garbage truck? Did the kidnappers take it with them? Why the fuck didn't they put a tracker in his goddamn collar?!
Katsuki growls when Sero's hand claps on his shoulder, bearing with it for a few seconds before shrugging it off with a huff. They were stuck with the surveillance cameras, waiting to see what left the alleyway. It shouldn't be entirely difficult? Wait to see a car go in and then not come out for a questionable amount of time. There was nothing in the alley that would suggest it as a place to stop in the blind spot outside of shady business like this. And no one in the office building meant there was no one "officially" that would be meeting someone there for business related to that office building. So... logically... fuck.]
Rough up some lowlifes until they give us some fucking useful information.
[Despite the fact that they can't. They're not vigilantes. They can't go out and beat up some thugs to drag potential information out of them. But that doesn't stop Katsuki from wanting to do that, dammit. The local agency and the hotel sound useful right now, with Eijirou and Mina coming soon enough.]
I'm gonna take a few rounds on the city. See if there's any electrical areas fucking up.
[ Candies are for pick-me-ups and scared kids! The receipts he has less of an explanation for, honestly. It's not like he does the agency bookkeeping or anything, he just tends to keep them. Unfortunately those beloved earrings go in an evidence bag, and Denki probably forgot to put them on due to the emergency situation.
Sero doesn't mind the way Bakugou growls like and angry dog and then eventually pulls away, instead starting to coordinate the pickup of their squad members. While it should not be too hard to find out what car might have stopped, it's a busy place and a lot of cars to go through, run plates and find the owners or a fake plate.
They might just have thrown him into a moving car, too.
The comment about roughing up some lowlifes earns a bit of a look from the tall hero, but he's honestly half into it when it comes to his friends. Sadly they have to be pillars of the community and not beating up people for answers.
The second suggestion is more acceptable... if less cathartic. ]
"Alright. I'll set up everyone at the agency - it's CrissCross Agency, it's the one with the big 'X' - and get us some rooms. Keep me updated over comms, ok?"
[So long as they can get them out of the evidence bag later. Katsuki won't let them get stored away forever. The receipts are less curious about "what" and more curious about why Denki was going shopping in his hero costume... And god, no one's going to let Kaminari do any kind of bookkeeping. Unless it's for the current health of their electrical power.
True, but most cars would go in and leave. Stopping to deal with a fucking garbage truck and a caged hero would take, should take, more time. Plus... that's a fucking garbage truck. That'd back up traffic if it stopped on an alley street... It's a lead regardless and Bakugou'll communicate those thoughts to anyone on the research team he's in communication with.
He's... not going to think about them chucking Kaminari out of his Faraday cage, out the back of the garbage truck, and into a car or truck driving on by. Talk about coordination.
Yeah. One red eyes slides towards Hanta when he says it, if only to gauge his reaction and make himself feel better for wanting to do such a thing. Then goes back to his own focus efforts. He might not be doing anything "useful" with some random scouting, but it's better than sitting around waiting and doing nothing until a clue is hit upon.]
Yeah. I'll be in touch. [He'll leave Sero to get everything arranged. With nothing else to do here, Dynamight blasts off and takes to the skies again, scouring the city for any lights that might be flickering, running brighter than normal, or perhaps some electric grids of power plants. Who the fuck knows.]
[ Those will most likely returned after being processed, or held until the victim is found again. As for shopping in hero costumes... sometimes you want a bottle of water or something after your shift is over! He's not buying a couch while on patrol, promise.
While Dynamight heads to the sky to search for something, the rest of the Bakusquad gather up at the offered Agency to plan their own searches, be it physical or online. So far RR and Pinky has not found anything on the Chargebolt social media aside from the normal whackos, and it honestly took forever since Denki had his Chargebolt Instagram and Twitter since UA.
They send that little but ultimately useless info to the comms, all while the support team work their asses off to help forensics with anything they can.
All of that, and there's still nothing. Hours pass and it's getting dark. Eight hours passed since Chargebolt disappeared. ]
[They better be. Those weren't made for the police to keep them in a vault somewhere. Bakugou might not give Kaminari too much railing for receipts in his pocket once he finds him. Bottled water and all is a fine use of time and money while in hero costume. Sometimes he wonders what it's like for villains to just walk into a fucking store...In some respects, the same gapes and weird looks that heroes sometimes get for being inside a store when not "on duty" and yet still in costume.
The thoughts running through Katsuki's head as he searches through the skies. Worried, concerned, pissed, confused, focused, and yet finding time to think mundane thoughts about his boyfriend's life as a hero. It helps. Somewhat.
One after another, the search comes up a bust. Nothing on the social media accounts, no trail or person they can pinpoint as having it out (or in) for Chargebolt. Could've deleted it... who knows. Bakugou has the wild idea of trying to get someone to track electrical pulses through the city, but unless Denki is suddenly emitting out of nowhere... tsk, wild idea or not, he's going to call some local power plants and electric techs to at least pass the idea. Keep a view on their radars or sensors or whatever.
As the moon rises, Dynamight finds himself sitting on a rooftop, scowling at the city. Tired, drained, and with nothing to show for it. He wouldn't let himself show worry in front of Sero, being the same pillar of strength and resolve as always. But up here, alone, he lets himself worry. Fingers clenched into fists, teeth set above a tight throat. He knows what it's like to be kidnapped. And it's not something that just "goes away" or an experience that can be buried. Despite the bravado he showed to the League of Losers and even to the press after that fucking slimeball, the truth was... it terrified him. Pissed him off, sure, but...
Now his boyfriend's going through the same. Dynamight pushes himself back up to his feet and takes off into the sky once more. He'll be searching all night, unless someone comes out there and literally drags his ass back out of the sky or off the street or wherever they might find him.]
[ Villains walking into a store to buy something is probably cause for concern and panic button mashing, so getting groceries must be really fucking annoying. There's a reason vending machines are melted sometimes. Restocking that instant ramen. Meanwhile, sometimes it's annoying for heroes to shop because they tend to be swarmed by fans, and then the next day someone has written how much Chargebolt likes this or that brand of peanut butter.
The evening is a complete bust, nothing to find on his patrols, no clues from support and nobody at the power plants has noticed any kind of strange surges... they do promise to keep an eye out for it, though.
It is terrifying to have no control over a situation, to have no idea what's going on with your loved one. Time is of the essence in kidnapping cases, few people are found alive after 48 hours. Especially since there hasn't been any demands, any contact at all. It's like Denki has been wiped from existence.
At about 3 am, Dynamight gets a voice over the comms. Someone's there to drag him away from the desperate hunt, and quite possibly the only one that can do so, and who knows the frustration at the same time. ]
"Hey man. I'm down here. Can you come meet me? I don't have any news but you seriously need some sleep."
[ Red Riot doesn't sound cheerful and positive for once. Just tired. ]
[He bets they don't even "get" groceries but probably have them ordered and sent to an address like a buncha cowards to go skulk out at night and pick up the bags. Money in the envelope, if they don't just kill the delivery person. What lame asses. (God, lay off the instant ramen. Y'all salty enough.) But yes, the latter part is also an issue. Hell if Dynamight hasn't had some fucking tabloid squealing about how they saw him at the store and then start trying to guess what he was there for.
Like it's some fucking endorsement... Damn media.
At least he's got an in with the powerplant people, though he can't expect them to put too much effort into it since they have their own very important and dangerous jobs to deal with. It doesn't leave him feeling any better though.
He's not going as far as wiped from existence. There's plenty of evidence a struggle went down and a kidnapping was planned. Obviously Denki is still around, to be held and used for something. But the unknowns about all of this... fuck... That's weighing on him the most. He wants to know, dammit!
Where the fuck does he start? Around the alley that was the garbage truck's last stop. And then moving out from there in a widening spiral. Eyes down on the ground, rooftops, streets, anywhere. Doesn't know what he's looking for. Like some flash of blond hair sticking out the window as the villains taunt them. He'd be so fucking lucky...]
I'm fine. [Of course.] Where are you and whaddya need?
[ Main people that order groceries for delivery: old people and villains. Killing the delivery person each time would make too much of a splash, so maybe the skulking is more reasonable. You know, for the reasonable villains.
Denki likes the shopping, so he probably does most of it. He can't cook worth a damn but he's helping! The fact that he tends to be late sometimes because people mob him a little just makes the electric blonde happy. People like him! He'll be a great hero with this support!
If he survives this.
The unknown is one of the worst parts. Maybe the kidnapper even knows that, and that's why they haven't made any demands or dramatic proclamations yet. ]
"I'm by the Daiso you just flew by. You're gonna need a few hours at least, or you won't be able to fight these assholes at your best. Let me and Ashido do a sweep and you can eat something with Hanta and sleep."
[ Kirishima is pretty immune to the grumpy, and it's more understandable right now than ever before. He remembers his own reaction to the LoV kidnapping and how he couldn't stay away for anything in the world. He had to help his best friend, risking serious consequences in return.
They're adults now, though. They need better plans. Better trust in the new, reformed system. Trust in eachother. ]
[Right. reasonable villains. Cause y'all just so easy to talk to. Like these dicks who go yoinking off a "kid" and then ditching stolen garbage trucks before going on radio silence while the rest of his allies get frantic. Shop normally, dammit!
Katsuki doesn't mind doing the shopping because he's responsible like that. But if/when Denki proved he could be trusted with the grocery list and not come back with a bunch of sales-rack extras and junky additions, the explosive blonde ended up letting him handle the groceries for the most part. Lateness is usually excused or outright ignored so long as it doesn't happen when he has some kind of deadline for needing the food. Then... Bolt Boy might get growled at.
At least he handles mobs better than Blasty McSplode.]
I can chug a fucking energy drink and go without a problem! [Snapping at Eijirou like that is just one more point to how wound up and angry the blonde is right now. Generally the redhead gets the less violent responses from Katsuki, so... He pauses on a rooftop nearby, glaring out at the world. Leaving Eijirou and Ashido to do sweeps...] When's the last time you two got some damn sleep then?
[Unless they just woke up and decided to reel Katsuki in or something. Otherwise it's gonna be pot calling kettle. The others in their class have also all been made aware of this and it's turning into a class-wide search. He knows Fumikage's already out there doing searches, as well as Mezou...]
[ Hey, it's hard to shop for electric blonde twinks! Sometimes you just gotta steal them instead. You heroes can sweat a little.
It took a while for him to not always come home with random shit, but he gets to eat Katsuki's food, so Denki keeps to the list these days. Sure he gets snacks sometimes, but his boyfriend feeds him so well that junk food is kind of bland these days. Wackdonalds has nothing on a Bakugou Burger.
The snapping and anger is understandable, even if Kirishima's voice is a little tight when he replies. Probably more because of the worry for his friend than Blasty being Blasty, though. ]
"Yeah you can, but it's not gonna help for long. Two hours? And some food?" [ He'll bargain a bit. Anything to get his friend to at least have a short rest. ] "I slept on the train after going through Kami's Insta, and Ashido had a night shift so she's all good."
[ Not too much pot calling kettle, even if Kirishima will be on low sleep as well. He just knows that the blonde is not going to rest at all if they don't do something about it, and less likely to do it the longer this takes. ]
"Almost everyone's out looking or are on their way, man. Eraserhead got Shinsou out in the underground talking to his criminal sources there. Grand got off his own mission to check the earthquake, and I think Deku's looking for flights back to Japan."
[ Class A is mobilizing like a swarm, protective of their own. ]
[And after all that hard shopping, you grab the only one that's off the fucking market. Maybe you villains should be sweating a lot cause of that.
Look, if his superior cooking means Denki is far less inclined to eat junk food, then he'll fucking cook for him. Even make lunches and send it off with his boyfriend on a mission so he's got something good to eat instead of going for a fast food joint or vending machine. Street vendors are somewhat touch and go. Unhealthy a lot of times, yeah, but support local business.
Bakugou glares at the city lights in front of him, warring between the stubborn desire to not give up for the night and the logical realization he's going to have to go to sleep at some fucking point. Kirishima's voice is a reminder as much as his words.]
... [Bastard's really gonna bargain with him, isn't he.] Fine.
[Two hours and some food. The fact Kirishima and Ashido are well rested and not shucking off their own sleep is what helps finally get him to agree. Not that Bakugou's entirely happy about it.]
Mountain Head's already tapping into the fucking birds... [Which is still kinda creepy in some ways. But it's pretty damn invaluable in a lot of missions. Bakugou turns on the building roof and hops off it, one arm lifting over his head, the other moving down to blast and cut his fall close to the ground.]
[ Well, they grabbed the only one for them. Why sweat when you're only a minor distraction, Dynamight?
Bakugou's food > everything else. That's just how it is, Kaminari's even growing a like to the spiciness, even if he's still a bit of a cat's tongue. He'll have his occasional shitty treats and some festival food, though! That's just special circumstances!
Down by the Daiso, Kirishima breathes a relieved sigh and walks over to meet his friend when the explosive hero dives down to the ground again. He doesn't flinch as another boom slows down the blonde's fall, instead giving him a slightly wan smile and a thumb pointing back at the way he came. ]
"Hanta made some sandwiches, so you know they're healthy but not always good." [ Carnivore Kirishima and tofu enthusiast Sero. What a pair. ] "Hotel's decent, unless you wanna sleep at the agency. They have some rooms there for on-call work."
[ The redhead is definitely pumping out as much info as he can just in case Bakugou decides to flounce off instead. It's honestly their first time someone of their own was taken like this... the time Uravity was a hostage for fifteen minutes doesn't count. Those villains needed some hospital time after she kicked their asses. ]
"Everyone's getting involved. You're not alone, and neither is Denks. He'll be okay."
[HE'S GONNA BE A MAJOR FUCKING GAME ENDER WHEN HE GETS HIS DAMN HANDS ON YOU! RIP YOU TO PIECES!! THAT'S HIS MAN!!
Because he's an awesome cook and people know it. Kaminari gets to have top picks when it comes to Bakugou's cooking. Probably making their classmates jealous cause of it. Generally the blonde keeps the spices to a minimum if they're having a shared dish, and then spices up his own plate. Usually portioning things out. But sometimes, it's the opposite and his boyfriend has to soften the spice with more rice or a bland sauce. Occasional shitty treats and festival foods totally allowed. He's not a health monster.
Bakugou stands up from the impact, clenching his hand a few times from the minor numbness in his fingers. So long up there blasting and flying and landing, rinse and repeat over and over. Also probably imagining choking the fuck out of whoever kidnapped his boyfriend. Any news other than "don't know" would be more than appreciated right now. Unfortunately...
Blonde brows furrow harder above his eyes as Kirishima approaches him with that over-the-shoulder indication. Not really in the mood for food right now, even if he knows he should eat.] Dunno how you two manage to cook together. [Somehow they make it work. He thumbs the side of his mouth in annoyance.] Everyone else is in the hotel though.
[So no point in crashing at the agency, though Bakugou's not about to say that. He glances to the side when Ashido comes walking up towards them, ignoring her wave despite the situation.]
Two hours. [That was their agreement.] Then I-
Hai, hai! We get it, Dynamighty! But you gotta take care of yourself! A burned out grenade's a dud, right? [Ashido bumps shoulders against Kirishima.] Get some food and rest. We'll keep the search going. Trust us.
[ He can do so much better than some raging hothead with a foul mouth and a shit personality! Never mind that the electric hero is head over heels for his man and speaks his explosive love language like a pro these days.
Kaminari is honestly very spoiled with the food, and he knows that cooking for him is another type of affection... and probably safety, considering his kitchen fails. He didn't mean to blow up the microwave, we was distracted and put metal in it... again.
Seems like he does need a break before he overuses his quirk, so Kirishima relaxes a little bit now that he has a promise from his friend to at least eat. Sleep is also good, but he's not sure how much Bakugou can relax.
Some damn leads and clues would really be good by now. ]
"Hey, we make it work. Usually by meal-prepping our own stuff." [ Meat dishes and healthy ones, side by side like they are. ] "...and yeah, hotel has better beds and everyone else are grouping up there."
[ He smiles as Ashido bounces over and cuts the small tension like a knife, gently bumping her back. That's right, Bakubro. Trust them. They love Kaminari, too. ]
"Any leads, no matter how small, and we wake you."
[Someone's talking shit they don't even know! What kind of idiot left this mouth over here open? Gonna shut that fucker up so hard, there won't be a chance for words to come out! Bakugou is more than comfortable with Kaminari figuring out how to speak his explosive language, even if it took some adjustment to finding himself a comfortable level with his boyfriend's own amp.
Yeah, Kaminari doesn't go in the kitchen without Bakugou there to supervise him. Not since the metal in the microwave. Dares not let him try to get shit out of the toaster. Though probably due to that, half the shit in their kitchen is wood, plastic, or bamboo.
He was probably headed towards overuse as well if Kirishima hadn't managed to wrangle him out of the sky. His arms are already throbbing, fingers numb, and he rolls his shoulders unconsciously a few times or more as the constant impacts of the explosions start to wear off while he stands in place. Relaxing is likely not going to be a thing right now. It's purely rest.]
That was my guess. [They could work side by side in the kitchen and get things for the own meals ready, without really having to spill over into each other's preferences.] Uh-huh. I'll be back in two hours.
[He glances at Ashido for the mild reminder (reprimand) and snorts, but heads inside regardless, accepting the advice and correction without a further word. He'll trust them to wake him if something happens. They'll find Kaminari, and they'll bring him back. Even if they don't have a tracker or many leads. It's only a matter of time.]
[ Opposites attract, as they say - and Denki is a touchy loudmouth in his own affection. It's a fine line to slide over and after years, he's pretty damn good at it. Occasional sappiness aside.
Plastic is unfortunately something you have to live with when you have a sparky boyfriend, and bamboo is great. So are all the shock pads in places... just in case. He's better at it these days, but shit happens.
Kirishima notices the shoulder rolls and is even more relieved that his friend is taking a moment to recharge. ] "Alright, man. See you in a few." [ He claps Bakugou on the back, and then Red Riot and Pinky are off to their search.
The hotel is decent and almost completely booked by a bunch of concerned young heroes. Sero is there, handing over some sandwiches to the explosive blonde and a room key. He doesn't say anything, though, busy talking into his comm about the bird searches. It sounds like it has come back empty so far.
If Bakugou sleeps or not in his small but comfy room doesn't matter much; two hours still eventually passes before he's woken by a knock. ]
***
[ Meanwhile, in a completely other place, a certain electric hero is groggily waking up from 2x4-related violence directly to his head. The black bolt in his fringe is almost covered with drying blood and he's a bit woozy when he opens his eyes. ]
Huh...?
[ Where was he? The power station... did the ceiling collapse? He's a little cold, too. Is he not wearing a shirt? Why not?? ]
[So long as he keeps the touchy parts to a minimum in public. Katsuki might growl at him when they're at home and his boyfriend gets all clingy with him, but usually it's not something he avoids in those situations.
Someday they might not have to have grounding mats under the kitchen sink or outside the showers. Then again, rubber and plastic aren't entirely bad material for home decor and wares. Especially when sex toys are involved...
Dynamight heads for the hotel, mind going places it probably shouldn't when he's tired, hungry, worried, and angry. What's going on with Denki right now? Is he okay? When will they get some information? Is there anything more they should be doing? On and on.
Tofu sandwiches aren't the best thing in the world, but it's food and Katsuki's not paying much attention to it right now. Just grabs them and the room key with a nod for Sero's help earlier, then goes for his room. So many empty leads, so many dead ends. How the fuck could these people just vanish into nowhere? This kind of plan had to have some loose threads!
He wolfs the sandwiches down in three bites apiece before draining a bottle of water and then crashing on the bed face first. Doesn't even take his gear off. Completely explosion starfish across the sheets. Shit... he's overheating. His body's a frazzled mess, his arms are screaming at him and his mind's torn between staying awake and passing out. Somewhere along the way... he'll... he'll finally... fucking doze... off...]
***
[First thing to come to sight is colors. A dull gray, that slowly brightens into an off beige. The kind lit by one of those older yellowish bulbs through a strange lampshade. Something soft shifts beneath his back and legs, cloth from the feeling of it, and a gentle groan of bedsprings meet his ears if he tries to move further. It's that groan that causes some motion.]
He's awake; he's awake! [A younger voice, female certainly, accompanied by a rustle of papers as if the newspaper's being put down.]
I told you, there was no need to strike him that-- *snap* --hard. [A second voice, male, somewhat nasally with an accent that seems haughty in the way it carries those words.]
Damare. You can't trust electricity not to go off. [A third voice, calm and quiet, coming from nearby as a shadow falls over the electric hero. A man appears in his view, plain-looking with dark hair and half a mask worn over the top of his head. White eye coverings narrow slowly and the opaque lenses seem to inspect Kaminari's head and face.] So you've come around. Good. Do you intend to stay still?
[ The lights get a bleary blink as he tries to gather his thoughts together. God, his head hurts like hell. At least he isn't fully naked, even if he can feel that the boxers and sweatpants are not his size. Waking on some kind of bed is also not at all what he was expecting, but then again, he wasn't expecting to be 'waking up' like this at all.
Then he hears the voices and Kaminari's spine stiffens. Those were definitely not nurses or doctors... they were the ones that hit him in the first place.
Shit. Even with his dazed brain trying to catch up, he's had enough training to try to assess his situation. Kidnapped? Hostage? Two... no, three people he notices, as a shadow now looms over him. Some guy in a half-mask? It didn't match any villains he could immediately think of. ]
I don't really tend to be passive in bed.
[ Kaminari quips immediately, before his brain-to-mouth filter fully kicks in. He's been taken.
...why him? ]
what? a scene shift? where? i saw no such devilery~
[He certainly had been earlier, though that little issue has been rectified by now. The man leaning over him regards him with the same scrutinizing gaze, white-lensed eyes flicking up and down to check the blood-matted hair flopped against the side of Chargebolt's face. Considering he'd been dragged from power plant to garbage truck to vehicle and then two more transitions before finally being dumped here likely hadn't helped those expectations either.
No nurses or doctors here. It's likely that Chargebolt remembers the voice of the man in front of him now rather than the other two. One eye closes a little more than the other, almost speculative as he watches the hero's jogged brain try to whirl and put pieces together. But it's when that remark comes out that the expression goes from confusion to amusement, and the man chuckles.]
Not quite where my brain was going, but I'll take note of that for later.
[Since he so willingly offered up the information. The man disappears from sight for a few seconds before reappearing once more. And lifts his hands up to reveal two items within them. A cloth, which seems somewhat damp, and a bottle... of antiseptics. He gives the bottle a small shake in indication.]
I meant, if I treat your head injury, will you be still or will you fight? I'll let you know now that those bindings on your wrists are nullifying your Quirk, so I wouldn't try anything.
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It's so tempting to vent his anger on the cage, so he gets out of the garbage truck and hangs off to the side to avoid putting his damn foot through the metal sides. Didn't seem like the cage itself was very roughed up either, so either Kaminari didn't try to get out of it or was prevented from making the effort.]
Unless they had a reason to get his cooperation.
[Whether he was still groggy from the head blow, was threatened to behave, or was already restrained, no fucking clue. The lack of concrete details helping in this case are frustrating, but... that's kind of the damn point of a kidnapping. Not to leave as many clues as possible.
Noticing the office building as the only viable target, Bakugou makes that his next target when the police arrive. He joins up with Sero as the other hero jumps out of the truck.]
Yeah. When you're done, let look inside and see if anyone might've seen something.
[No clue if anyone's in the dark building or not... but given the case around them, Bakugou's opting not to go in there alone.]
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Sero looks back at Bakugou as 'cooperation' is mentioned and frowns. ]
"You don't think they're stupid enough to try doing what the LoV did to you? Trying to make him join them."
[ Not that Chargebolt would, but that's also a possible motive. Less so than the others, but still.
The tape hero nods at the go-ahead and then walks over to the police to fill them in on what they found. He mentions the cage and the possible switch of cars, asking them to check cameras for all cars that drove through. Anything that they can find.
Another crowd is gathering, of course, curious bystanders wondering what's going on and then seeing heroes. The press probably isn't far away, either.
By now it's been nearly three and a half hours since Chargebolt disappeared. ]
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If they're that stupid, we don't have to worry about shit.
[No, he highly doubts they want Kaminari to join them, or even think they can get him to do so. If anything, they want his Quirk and his connections to their advantage. Is his assumption at least.
Bakugou agrees with the monitoring decision. Checking any cars that left (or entered) the alley after the garbage truck went inside it. Maybe one of the cars had a fucked up license plate? Speaking of... how the hell did these people even get a garbage truck in the first place? Dynamight brings that up. Either the original drivers were taken out, or these people conned their way into getting a truck. And ripped off the plate or covered it up or bribed someone. Waste Management should be called to come identify the garbage truck and report any that were stolen or missing for the day and who the people were whose drove it last.
Katsuki tries calling Denki cellphone as he heads for the building, checking inside for occupants that might've seen or heard something going on outside the windows. Of course, if it's empty, then yeah, he'll head back out.]
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The police and support team agree to check the cars and other things that might have entered and/or left the alley, and checking with Waste Management as well. It's going to take a bit longer since the alley is fairly busy, but this is still currently the highest priority.
Police also inform the two heroes that while they have not finished any DNA analysis yet, the blood type on the splatter in the power station was the same as Chargebolt's. It's not too much help since it's one of the most common blood types, but it's something.
Denki's cellphone is quiet. Turned off, smashed... who knows?
Once done reporting to the others, Cellophane joins up with Dynamight again to check the building. A sign on the door says that it is closed for remodeling, with a timeline explaining when they open again. It's in several days. Still, the door is opened by the police and they can go through the place, floor by floor.
Nothing.
Going back out again reveals that the press has arrived, and this time they're less scared and/or respectful. ]
"Dynamight! Dynamight! What are your thoughts on this case? Is Chargebolt still alive? Does Chargebolt's family know? Was he taken to blackmail you? What do you want to say to the villains if they're listening?"
[ Questions are raining down on the explosive here, and some even try to get Sero's opinion on it all, which he completely ignores in favor to update the police again. ]
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Blood test doesn't tell him much; whether it was Chargebolt that got smacked or one of the thugs, there's not enough blood to suggest it was a serious injury. So that's at least... something positive. Dynamight scowls at the returned signal. Long shot, but no, he didn't expect to get his boyfriend's phone online.
Into the building, looking for anything that might help. The closed sign doesn't offer any real suggestion of help, but it's just one more stone to check and one more dead end to throw over their shoulder. Bakugou goes from floor to floor, checking even the roof top and any windows that might've been close to the alley scene. Nothing... He leaves the area irritated and less patient.
Doesn't help the press is here and being an intrusive piece of shit.]
He's alive. Now fuck off.
[That's all he's going to give them, stalking past the snapping bulbs and microphones thrust into their space. Tsk, now what. They've exhausted most of their immediate actions outside of simply running around and looking with their eyes. The garbage truck is been checked, videos of the alley entrances reviewed, the powerplant staff questioned.]
Until they get back to us with videos, we're running blind at this point.
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Police are bagging the hero costume into evidence, pulling random Denki shit out of the pockets - a few candies, keys, a power bank, his hero license, receipts, explosion-lightning earrings, and a tiny pikachu squishie to occupy his hands when he's concentrating. Still no sign of his choker, though.
Sero claps Bakugou's shoulder at the mention of running blind, out of ideas as well. All they could do was hope that the surveillance caught something after going through the cars going past. ]
"RR is about to arrive at the train station, I'm gonna ask a driver to pick him up. Pinky's almost here, too. There's a local agency that's willing to loan us their services, and a hotel right by."
[ Nobody's going home right now, especially not them... but they can't exactly just stand here. ]
"What do you want to do, dude?"
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Denki, why the hell do you have candies and receipts in your hero costume pockets?! Katsuki narrows his eyes at the earrings, but can't take them like he wants. The lack of his choker, however, still bothers him. Did they miss it? Did Kaminari throw it out the window somehow? Was it left in the garbage truck? Did the kidnappers take it with them? Why the fuck didn't they put a tracker in his goddamn collar?!
Katsuki growls when Sero's hand claps on his shoulder, bearing with it for a few seconds before shrugging it off with a huff. They were stuck with the surveillance cameras, waiting to see what left the alleyway. It shouldn't be entirely difficult? Wait to see a car go in and then not come out for a questionable amount of time. There was nothing in the alley that would suggest it as a place to stop in the blind spot outside of shady business like this. And no one in the office building meant there was no one "officially" that would be meeting someone there for business related to that office building. So... logically... fuck.]
Rough up some lowlifes until they give us some fucking useful information.
[Despite the fact that they can't. They're not vigilantes. They can't go out and beat up some thugs to drag potential information out of them. But that doesn't stop Katsuki from wanting to do that, dammit. The local agency and the hotel sound useful right now, with Eijirou and Mina coming soon enough.]
I'm gonna take a few rounds on the city. See if there's any electrical areas fucking up.
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Sero doesn't mind the way Bakugou growls like and angry dog and then eventually pulls away, instead starting to coordinate the pickup of their squad members. While it should not be too hard to find out what car might have stopped, it's a busy place and a lot of cars to go through, run plates and find the owners or a fake plate.
They might just have thrown him into a moving car, too.
The comment about roughing up some lowlifes earns a bit of a look from the tall hero, but he's honestly half into it when it comes to his friends. Sadly they have to be pillars of the community and not beating up people for answers.
The second suggestion is more acceptable... if less cathartic. ]
"Alright. I'll set up everyone at the agency - it's CrissCross Agency, it's the one with the big 'X' - and get us some rooms. Keep me updated over comms, ok?"
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True, but most cars would go in and leave. Stopping to deal with a fucking garbage truck and a caged hero would take, should take, more time. Plus... that's a fucking garbage truck. That'd back up traffic if it stopped on an alley street... It's a lead regardless and Bakugou'll communicate those thoughts to anyone on the research team he's in communication with.
He's... not going to think about them chucking Kaminari out of his Faraday cage, out the back of the garbage truck, and into a car or truck driving on by. Talk about coordination.
Yeah. One red eyes slides towards Hanta when he says it, if only to gauge his reaction and make himself feel better for wanting to do such a thing. Then goes back to his own focus efforts. He might not be doing anything "useful" with some random scouting, but it's better than sitting around waiting and doing nothing until a clue is hit upon.]
Yeah. I'll be in touch. [He'll leave Sero to get everything arranged. With nothing else to do here, Dynamight blasts off and takes to the skies again, scouring the city for any lights that might be flickering, running brighter than normal, or perhaps some electric grids of power plants. Who the fuck knows.]
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While Dynamight heads to the sky to search for something, the rest of the Bakusquad gather up at the offered Agency to plan their own searches, be it physical or online. So far RR and Pinky has not found anything on the Chargebolt social media aside from the normal whackos, and it honestly took forever since Denki had his Chargebolt Instagram and Twitter since UA.
They send that little but ultimately useless info to the comms, all while the support team work their asses off to help forensics with anything they can.
All of that, and there's still nothing. Hours pass and it's getting dark. Eight hours passed since Chargebolt disappeared. ]
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The thoughts running through Katsuki's head as he searches through the skies. Worried, concerned, pissed, confused, focused, and yet finding time to think mundane thoughts about his boyfriend's life as a hero. It helps. Somewhat.
One after another, the search comes up a bust. Nothing on the social media accounts, no trail or person they can pinpoint as having it out (or in) for Chargebolt. Could've deleted it... who knows. Bakugou has the wild idea of trying to get someone to track electrical pulses through the city, but unless Denki is suddenly emitting out of nowhere... tsk, wild idea or not, he's going to call some local power plants and electric techs to at least pass the idea. Keep a view on their radars or sensors or whatever.
As the moon rises, Dynamight finds himself sitting on a rooftop, scowling at the city. Tired, drained, and with nothing to show for it. He wouldn't let himself show worry in front of Sero, being the same pillar of strength and resolve as always. But up here, alone, he lets himself worry. Fingers clenched into fists, teeth set above a tight throat. He knows what it's like to be kidnapped. And it's not something that just "goes away" or an experience that can be buried. Despite the bravado he showed to the League of Losers and even to the press after that fucking slimeball, the truth was... it terrified him. Pissed him off, sure, but...
Now his boyfriend's going through the same. Dynamight pushes himself back up to his feet and takes off into the sky once more. He'll be searching all night, unless someone comes out there and literally drags his ass back out of the sky or off the street or wherever they might find him.]
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The evening is a complete bust, nothing to find on his patrols, no clues from support and nobody at the power plants has noticed any kind of strange surges... they do promise to keep an eye out for it, though.
It is terrifying to have no control over a situation, to have no idea what's going on with your loved one. Time is of the essence in kidnapping cases, few people are found alive after 48 hours. Especially since there hasn't been any demands, any contact at all. It's like Denki has been wiped from existence.
At about 3 am, Dynamight gets a voice over the comms. Someone's there to drag him away from the desperate hunt, and quite possibly the only one that can do so, and who knows the frustration at the same time. ]
"Hey man. I'm down here. Can you come meet me? I don't have any news but you seriously need some sleep."
[ Red Riot doesn't sound cheerful and positive for once. Just tired. ]
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Like it's some fucking endorsement... Damn media.
At least he's got an in with the powerplant people, though he can't expect them to put too much effort into it since they have their own very important and dangerous jobs to deal with. It doesn't leave him feeling any better though.
He's not going as far as wiped from existence. There's plenty of evidence a struggle went down and a kidnapping was planned. Obviously Denki is still around, to be held and used for something. But the unknowns about all of this... fuck... That's weighing on him the most. He wants to know, dammit!
Where the fuck does he start? Around the alley that was the garbage truck's last stop. And then moving out from there in a widening spiral. Eyes down on the ground, rooftops, streets, anywhere. Doesn't know what he's looking for. Like some flash of blond hair sticking out the window as the villains taunt them. He'd be so fucking lucky...]
I'm fine. [Of course.] Where are you and whaddya need?
[Grumpy McSplosion.]
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Denki likes the shopping, so he probably does most of it. He can't cook worth a damn but he's helping! The fact that he tends to be late sometimes because people mob him a little just makes the electric blonde happy. People like him! He'll be a great hero with this support!
If he survives this.
The unknown is one of the worst parts. Maybe the kidnapper even knows that, and that's why they haven't made any demands or dramatic proclamations yet. ]
"I'm by the Daiso you just flew by. You're gonna need a few hours at least, or you won't be able to fight these assholes at your best. Let me and Ashido do a sweep and you can eat something with Hanta and sleep."
[ Kirishima is pretty immune to the grumpy, and it's more understandable right now than ever before. He remembers his own reaction to the LoV kidnapping and how he couldn't stay away for anything in the world. He had to help his best friend, risking serious consequences in return.
They're adults now, though. They need better plans. Better trust in the new, reformed system. Trust in eachother. ]
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Katsuki doesn't mind doing the shopping because he's responsible like that. But if/when Denki proved he could be trusted with the grocery list and not come back with a bunch of sales-rack extras and junky additions, the explosive blonde ended up letting him handle the groceries for the most part. Lateness is usually excused or outright ignored so long as it doesn't happen when he has some kind of deadline for needing the food. Then... Bolt Boy might get growled at.
At least he handles mobs better than Blasty McSplode.]
I can chug a fucking energy drink and go without a problem! [Snapping at Eijirou like that is just one more point to how wound up and angry the blonde is right now. Generally the redhead gets the less violent responses from Katsuki, so... He pauses on a rooftop nearby, glaring out at the world. Leaving Eijirou and Ashido to do sweeps...] When's the last time you two got some damn sleep then?
[Unless they just woke up and decided to reel Katsuki in or something. Otherwise it's gonna be pot calling kettle. The others in their class have also all been made aware of this and it's turning into a class-wide search. He knows Fumikage's already out there doing searches, as well as Mezou...]
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It took a while for him to not always come home with random shit, but he gets to eat Katsuki's food, so Denki keeps to the list these days. Sure he gets snacks sometimes, but his boyfriend feeds him so well that junk food is kind of bland these days. Wackdonalds has nothing on a Bakugou Burger.
The snapping and anger is understandable, even if Kirishima's voice is a little tight when he replies. Probably more because of the worry for his friend than Blasty being Blasty, though. ]
"Yeah you can, but it's not gonna help for long. Two hours? And some food?" [ He'll bargain a bit. Anything to get his friend to at least have a short rest. ] "I slept on the train after going through Kami's Insta, and Ashido had a night shift so she's all good."
[ Not too much pot calling kettle, even if Kirishima will be on low sleep as well. He just knows that the blonde is not going to rest at all if they don't do something about it, and less likely to do it the longer this takes. ]
"Almost everyone's out looking or are on their way, man. Eraserhead got Shinsou out in the underground talking to his criminal sources there. Grand got off his own mission to check the earthquake, and I think Deku's looking for flights back to Japan."
[ Class A is mobilizing like a swarm, protective of their own. ]
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Look, if his superior cooking means Denki is far less inclined to eat junk food, then he'll fucking cook for him. Even make lunches and send it off with his boyfriend on a mission so he's got something good to eat instead of going for a fast food joint or vending machine. Street vendors are somewhat touch and go. Unhealthy a lot of times, yeah, but support local business.
Bakugou glares at the city lights in front of him, warring between the stubborn desire to not give up for the night and the logical realization he's going to have to go to sleep at some fucking point. Kirishima's voice is a reminder as much as his words.]
... [Bastard's really gonna bargain with him, isn't he.] Fine.
[Two hours and some food. The fact Kirishima and Ashido are well rested and not shucking off their own sleep is what helps finally get him to agree. Not that Bakugou's entirely happy about it.]
Mountain Head's already tapping into the fucking birds... [Which is still kinda creepy in some ways. But it's pretty damn invaluable in a lot of missions. Bakugou turns on the building roof and hops off it, one arm lifting over his head, the other moving down to blast and cut his fall close to the ground.]
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Bakugou's food > everything else. That's just how it is, Kaminari's even growing a like to the spiciness, even if he's still a bit of a cat's tongue. He'll have his occasional shitty treats and some festival food, though! That's just special circumstances!
Down by the Daiso, Kirishima breathes a relieved sigh and walks over to meet his friend when the explosive hero dives down to the ground again. He doesn't flinch as another boom slows down the blonde's fall, instead giving him a slightly wan smile and a thumb pointing back at the way he came. ]
"Hanta made some sandwiches, so you know they're healthy but not always good." [ Carnivore Kirishima and tofu enthusiast Sero. What a pair. ] "Hotel's decent, unless you wanna sleep at the agency. They have some rooms there for on-call work."
[ The redhead is definitely pumping out as much info as he can just in case Bakugou decides to flounce off instead. It's honestly their first time someone of their own was taken like this... the time Uravity was a hostage for fifteen minutes doesn't count. Those villains needed some hospital time after she kicked their asses. ]
"Everyone's getting involved. You're not alone, and neither is Denks. He'll be okay."
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Because he's an awesome cook and people know it. Kaminari gets to have top picks when it comes to Bakugou's cooking. Probably making their classmates jealous cause of it. Generally the blonde keeps the spices to a minimum if they're having a shared dish, and then spices up his own plate. Usually portioning things out. But sometimes, it's the opposite and his boyfriend has to soften the spice with more rice or a bland sauce. Occasional shitty treats and festival foods totally allowed. He's not a health monster.
Bakugou stands up from the impact, clenching his hand a few times from the minor numbness in his fingers. So long up there blasting and flying and landing, rinse and repeat over and over. Also probably imagining choking the fuck out of whoever kidnapped his boyfriend. Any news other than "don't know" would be more than appreciated right now. Unfortunately...
Blonde brows furrow harder above his eyes as Kirishima approaches him with that over-the-shoulder indication. Not really in the mood for food right now, even if he knows he should eat.] Dunno how you two manage to cook together. [Somehow they make it work. He thumbs the side of his mouth in annoyance.] Everyone else is in the hotel though.
[So no point in crashing at the agency, though Bakugou's not about to say that. He glances to the side when Ashido comes walking up towards them, ignoring her wave despite the situation.]
Two hours. [That was their agreement.] Then I-
Hai, hai! We get it, Dynamighty! But you gotta take care of yourself! A burned out grenade's a dud, right? [Ashido bumps shoulders against Kirishima.] Get some food and rest. We'll keep the search going. Trust us.
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Kaminari is honestly very spoiled with the food, and he knows that cooking for him is another type of affection... and probably safety, considering his kitchen fails. He didn't mean to blow up the microwave, we was distracted and put metal in it... again.
Seems like he does need a break before he overuses his quirk, so Kirishima relaxes a little bit now that he has a promise from his friend to at least eat. Sleep is also good, but he's not sure how much Bakugou can relax.
Some damn leads and clues would really be good by now. ]
"Hey, we make it work. Usually by meal-prepping our own stuff." [ Meat dishes and healthy ones, side by side like they are. ] "...and yeah, hotel has better beds and everyone else are grouping up there."
[ He smiles as Ashido bounces over and cuts the small tension like a knife, gently bumping her back. That's right, Bakubro. Trust them. They love Kaminari, too. ]
"Any leads, no matter how small, and we wake you."
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Yeah, Kaminari doesn't go in the kitchen without Bakugou there to supervise him. Not since the metal in the microwave. Dares not let him try to get shit out of the toaster. Though probably due to that, half the shit in their kitchen is wood, plastic, or bamboo.
He was probably headed towards overuse as well if Kirishima hadn't managed to wrangle him out of the sky. His arms are already throbbing, fingers numb, and he rolls his shoulders unconsciously a few times or more as the constant impacts of the explosions start to wear off while he stands in place. Relaxing is likely not going to be a thing right now. It's purely rest.]
That was my guess. [They could work side by side in the kitchen and get things for the own meals ready, without really having to spill over into each other's preferences.] Uh-huh. I'll be back in two hours.
[He glances at Ashido for the mild reminder (reprimand) and snorts, but heads inside regardless, accepting the advice and correction without a further word. He'll trust them to wake him if something happens. They'll find Kaminari, and they'll bring him back. Even if they don't have a tracker or many leads. It's only a matter of time.]
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Plastic is unfortunately something you have to live with when you have a sparky boyfriend, and bamboo is great. So are all the shock pads in places... just in case. He's better at it these days, but shit happens.
Kirishima notices the shoulder rolls and is even more relieved that his friend is taking a moment to recharge. ] "Alright, man. See you in a few." [ He claps Bakugou on the back, and then Red Riot and Pinky are off to their search.
The hotel is decent and almost completely booked by a bunch of concerned young heroes. Sero is there, handing over some sandwiches to the explosive blonde and a room key. He doesn't say anything, though, busy talking into his comm about the bird searches. It sounds like it has come back empty so far.
If Bakugou sleeps or not in his small but comfy room doesn't matter much; two hours still eventually passes before he's woken by a knock. ]
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[ Meanwhile, in a completely other place, a certain electric hero is groggily waking up from 2x4-related violence directly to his head. The black bolt in his fringe is almost covered with drying blood and he's a bit woozy when he opens his eyes. ]
Huh...?
[ Where was he? The power station... did the ceiling collapse? He's a little cold, too. Is he not wearing a shirt? Why not?? ]
What the f-
[ Oh, his hands are tied. This can't be good. ]
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Someday they might not have to have grounding mats under the kitchen sink or outside the showers. Then again, rubber and plastic aren't entirely bad material for home decor and wares. Especially when sex toys are involved...
Dynamight heads for the hotel, mind going places it probably shouldn't when he's tired, hungry, worried, and angry. What's going on with Denki right now? Is he okay? When will they get some information? Is there anything more they should be doing? On and on.
Tofu sandwiches aren't the best thing in the world, but it's food and Katsuki's not paying much attention to it right now. Just grabs them and the room key with a nod for Sero's help earlier, then goes for his room. So many empty leads, so many dead ends. How the fuck could these people just vanish into nowhere? This kind of plan had to have some loose threads!
He wolfs the sandwiches down in three bites apiece before draining a bottle of water and then crashing on the bed face first. Doesn't even take his gear off. Completely explosion starfish across the sheets. Shit... he's overheating. His body's a frazzled mess, his arms are screaming at him and his mind's torn between staying awake and passing out. Somewhere along the way... he'll... he'll finally... fucking doze... off...]
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[First thing to come to sight is colors. A dull gray, that slowly brightens into an off beige. The kind lit by one of those older yellowish bulbs through a strange lampshade. Something soft shifts beneath his back and legs, cloth from the feeling of it, and a gentle groan of bedsprings meet his ears if he tries to move further. It's that groan that causes some motion.]
He's awake; he's awake! [A younger voice, female certainly, accompanied by a rustle of papers as if the newspaper's being put down.]
I told you, there was no need to strike him that-- *snap* --hard. [A second voice, male, somewhat nasally with an accent that seems haughty in the way it carries those words.]
Damare. You can't trust electricity not to go off. [A third voice, calm and quiet, coming from nearby as a shadow falls over the electric hero. A man appears in his view, plain-looking with dark hair and half a mask worn over the top of his head. White eye coverings narrow slowly and the opaque lenses seem to inspect Kaminari's head and face.] So you've come around. Good. Do you intend to stay still?
switching scenes like it's a comic book
Then he hears the voices and Kaminari's spine stiffens. Those were definitely not nurses or doctors... they were the ones that hit him in the first place.
Shit. Even with his dazed brain trying to catch up, he's had enough training to try to assess his situation. Kidnapped? Hostage? Two... no, three people he notices, as a shadow now looms over him. Some guy in a half-mask? It didn't match any villains he could immediately think of. ]
I don't really tend to be passive in bed.
[ Kaminari quips immediately, before his brain-to-mouth filter fully kicks in. He's been taken.
...why him? ]
what? a scene shift? where? i saw no such devilery~
No nurses or doctors here. It's likely that Chargebolt remembers the voice of the man in front of him now rather than the other two. One eye closes a little more than the other, almost speculative as he watches the hero's jogged brain try to whirl and put pieces together. But it's when that remark comes out that the expression goes from confusion to amusement, and the man chuckles.]
Not quite where my brain was going, but I'll take note of that for later.
[Since he so willingly offered up the information. The man disappears from sight for a few seconds before reappearing once more. And lifts his hands up to reveal two items within them. A cloth, which seems somewhat damp, and a bottle... of antiseptics. He gives the bottle a small shake in indication.]
I meant, if I treat your head injury, will you be still or will you fight? I'll let you know now that those bindings on your wrists are nullifying your Quirk, so I wouldn't try anything.
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