[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.
[ It's probably a good thing that he doesn't remember being stripped naked in a garbage truck. All he remembers is pain in his head after flipping the manual failsafe, while wondering why it didn't automatically shut things down as it should. Something about being carried later, maybe? It's all a blur.
That voice... no, he's too rattled to recognize anything.
There's a chill down his spine at the reply to his dumb joke, heart beating a bit faster. He hopes that was just a joke right back, because he's pretty weirded out already that he's on a bed rather than tied to a chair or something like that.
Maybe because they almost knocked his brain out of his skull.
As soon as the man disappears from his sight, Chargebolt turns his pounding head to try to survey the place he's in... at least as much as he can while lying down. Take in as much information as possible, look for exits, clues to where he is. Listen if he can hear traffic or anything else. Everything he's learned.
Then the man returns with some things for his head, which is a bit of a relief. The knowledge that they had their hands on quirk-nullifying cuffs? Less so. That's some heavy contraband, usually only for dangerous criminals. ]
I know I have a reputation, but would be extra dumb of me to fight you if you're going to fix me up.
[ It would only help his situation, and at least make sure he's not gonna get an infection. Head wounds love to bleed, too, even if it felt like it was mostly crusty now. ]
[They couldn't risk a wire or a tracker on him. Everything had to go, as per the orders. Their boss was rather meticulous in these things. Whether not there'd be approval for the 2x4 style of introduction would be something for later. Right now, the man sitting on the bed beside him, one leg off and the other tucked beneath, was more interested in tending to the wound.
Looking around the place gives a pretty clear indication he's in some sort of motel room. It's not dumpy or shitty, but it's not high class either. Quaint and tight, a casual place that's unassuming and likely doesn't bother asking questions about who comes in. There's a chair nearby next to a small round table. Sitting in said chair is a girl, probably just under 20, with her hair tied back in a ponytail via a rubber band, which continue further down her hair to clump the tail into small orb-like sections with more rubber bands. Dressed in a pair of dress pants and a formal buttoned jacket with *ahem* apparently no shirt beneath despite the smart red tie around her neck tauntingly covering her cleavage. She's folded a newspaper over in one dark-gloved hand, purple eyes watching Chargebolt with interest. Hard to tell if it's more childish glee or adult impishness.
Across from her, and the room itself, is the small foyer hosting the door to the hallway and the door to the bathroom. Leaning against the wall next to the door is another man. Larger than the previous one, with broad shoulders and long arms and somewhat shorter legs. His square jaws are working up and down like he's chewing on a piece of gum. What appears to be a translucent swimming cap with a tubular rim stretches over the top of his head, a little bump at the top of his crown suggesting it might not actually be a swimming cap... His entire body is drenched in a beige jumpsuit that has a soft rubbery sheen, with white gloves running from his fingers to his biceps, and boots running from his feet to his thighs. And a white pair of underpants worn over his jumpsuit. All crowned with a large "CK" monogram on his chest within an outlined circle, and what appears to be a massive cape spilling down behind him, composed of multiple colored squares of plastic, each with a ring-like shape sealed inside. A pair of small dark glasses with no arms balance on his long nose, covering his eyes, giving him something of a comical appearance.
There's no sound of traffic outside, only the steady drone of the AC unit below the curtained window. A small portable radio sits on the table next to the girl, though it's muted right now. Asides from the scant furniture of a motel room, there's little else to offer in terms of identification.]
Well you never know. I figured I'd let you tell me your decision yourself. Now- [The half-masked man tucks one hand behind Chargebolt's shoulder and back, avoiding his head.] -this'll give you a bit of a headrush, but we'll go slow. [And then starts to help the young hero sit up.] Up we go, kid. [Mostly pushing him rather than jerking him into a sitting position, taking it slow as he said so as to not throw the blonde for a trip of vertigo.] Atta boy. There, that wasn't so bad now.
[ A motel room was definitely not what he expected, either. Some kind of basement or warehouse, maybe. This felt a little bit off, but it's not like he's going to start screaming for help. He likes living, and these people have the upper hand at the moment. He needs more information.
The girl looks smartly dressed despite the lack of shirt and lots of cleavage (which he might have appreciated if they didn't fucking kidnap him). He can't tell anything about her quirk just by looking at her, so probably not a mutant type. That mischievousness on her face reminds him just a little bit of that Toga girl.
The other guy in the room is... well. An experience to look at. From the swimming cap(?) to the underpants. What the hell is he wearing? What's with that cape? It looks really familiar, but he can't quite make his head work that much. The glasses seems like the most normal thing on him, despite their look.
...wait, are those packets of c-
The first guy is talking again, stealing his attention fully as he's pushed up very slowly and carefully into a sitting position. There's no way to avoid a little bit of vertigo, but it's definitely not as bad as it could be. At least he's not about to be sick. ]
Yeah. Peachy.
[ Chargebolt replies, trying to remain seated by himself even if the balance is a little off with his hands tied. ]
So are you gonna tell me what the heck this is all about? I mean I'm flattered but I'm not exactly loaded.
[Maybe it's their intention to throw him off. Not every villain has to be predictable and go by the tropes laid forth in comics, tv shows, and other stereotyping nonsense. There certainly is the risk that Kaminari would start yelling his head off, but it appears the ground of trusting him to not do that. In exchange for the lenient treatment.
Not that they seem to be in the way of giving him a lot of information at the moment. This is blank and blank can get.
You can still appreciate her cleavage even if she kidnapped you, dude. Catching him looking means she does bring her arms together. Ostensibly to fold the paper and put it aside, but so what if it happens to *ahem* accent her features with a busty push up between her forearms. It's purely by coincidental accident. At least she's not as young as Toga. (Well, actually, considering the age up, she probably shares the villainess' age.)
yes. they really are.
He is Here.
The first man moves his other hand to the front, bracing it against Chargebolt's chest to help him finish sitting up. Not trusting the head injury to keep him out of vertigo range, he keeps the electric hero from falling forward, pinning him in gently until he's got enough bearings to keep himself upright.]
Excellent. [Not luck in getting his hands undone for this. The masked man takes his hands away and fetches a bottle of water on the bed. Uncapping it, he dampens the cloth again, then carefully lifts the bloodied patch of blonde hair to get to the head wound on the side of his skull, right above his ear. Cracked him good along the flank.] Well, it appears you've been injured and kidnapped. Seems like it's some sort of villainous plot. Apparently not with the goal of taking money out of your pocket.
[ Yelling your head off is how you end up stabbed or something. If he got away from these people, then definitely yelling. Not now, though. It's indeed very blank and honestly really confusing. All his training doesn't quite prepare him for this... but at least he's not punched and roughed up for information. Yet.
Sure, he can still appreciate it, but you never know what a kidnapper will do if she finds him looking! Chargebolt is lucky she just seems to put the paper away. Nicer view, though. Definitely one very little silver lining. (He's very glad she's not Toga's age when she was active. That would definitely stop him from looking. He's a bit of a pervert but not for high school girls.)
He lets the man next to him handle his wound, hissing slightly as the wound is looked over and dabbed at. It better not fucking scar, even if it's in a fully hidden place rather than his forehead one. He's definitely zapping the one who hit him. ]
Seriously, dude?
[ Oh, this guy was trying to be funny? ] Not to be a dick or anything, but I'm not really a great choice for a victim. I'm sure you know how much the war heroes from UA have each others backs, they're going to be looking for me. Especially Dynamight. It's not going to be worth it.
[ Do you guys wanna get killed? This is how you get blown up. ]
[It's not the easiest injury to get to. Head injuries on people who have a lot of anime hair are tricky businesses without cutting said hair. Which he's not going to do. But he keeps the bloodied bang balanced on the top of his hand while the rest of his hand and his free one are able to work on cleaning the dried blood.
Gets it dampened with the cloth before setting that down and then using a thin metal comb to gently scrape away the crusted bits and pull Denki's hair down to clear the wound as much as possible. This would be easier with more water, but they're not about to take Chargebolt into the shower right now. This will have to do. Might sting though, especially when the cool water finally breaks through the dried blood and actually hits the wound itself. But they have to clean it, right? Who knows what was on that wood.
The man pays attention to the hero's verbal cues, backing off when he hisses or winces, and then returning once it passes. Doesn't look like it'll scar. It's not a split-open wound, more like a bad, long welt with some blood managing to make its way to the surface in tiny areas. The villain's more concerned about internal damage, but that'll only be known at a later time.]
Not to be a dick back, Chargebolt, but perhaps that might be the reason? You really don't think we'd have grabbed you if all we wanted was some random hero for a ransom.
[The man's voice is rather casual for the conversation topic, almost discussing the news or a hobby.]
Don't think you're in much a position to decide what our actions are "worth" or not. Thought a war hero like yourself would know better than to assume stereotypes about villains.
[He leans back and gives the younger hero a smile.]
[ He's grateful nobody's cutting his hair. He happens to like it, thank you very much, and it's an important part of his image! Still, it's obvious not all of it is going to go away without a shower, so getting the wound itself clean will have to do. At least there are no splinters.
This guy is surprisingly gentle, though. Denki isn't quite sure what to make of that, but he'll rather take that than more shaking around. He might be surprisingly used to brain damage, but it's usually electric and not concussion-wise. How long was he even out? He has absolutely no idea. ]
You know, I admire the sheer balls of that statement, but still kind of foolish.
[ Don't make your captors angry. That should have been in his training, but he's honestly incapable of not being a brat. Sure, he's kind of terrified inside, but he's not going to show them that. ]
I don't think warning you that my friends and my boyfriend are going to be pissed is stereotyping you or anything. You obviously have a plan, henchpeople and a place to store a victim securely. I can't judge shit until I know what you want.
[There's no real point to cutting his hair with a wound like this. If it were split and bleeding all over, then yeah, but by now, the surface-level cuts are already revealed to be minor compared to the swelling and potential internal damage. Enough to cause that splatter of blood all over the wall though. Good thing for lots of hair being a cushion of sorts.
Once the man gets the blood around the wound cleared off enough, he looks up and whistles a short sound over Chargebolt's head. Paper crumples and the young woman in the chair tosses it on the table and gets up.]
Awww, do you need a hand?
Don't pull him. Damage to a minimum, remember?
Hai hai, I know.
[With that, she settles on the bed on her knees and shins, slotting right up against Chargebolt's side. Surprisingly, she's actually taller than he is, especially when she leans up on her knees while the blonde's sitting on this ass. Meaning Kaminari's got formal-clad tits pushing against the healthy side of his head while the villainess reaches over to catch the bloodied chunk of his hair.]
I'll just get this out of your hair. Don't mind the intrusion, Pikachu~
[Neither of them entirely seem ready to answer questions about how long he was out, where he was, or anything remotely helpful for his predicament. Voila! Another damp cloth! With which to start massaging and soaking the bloodied fringe to begin working the dried chum out. Bouncy bouncy bouncy~]
A lot of things can be foolish if you think about them. Like the statement you just said, right?
[The man cants his head to the side, looking at Chargebolt with a piqued brow to go along with that insinuating tone. After all, do you really want to make people who kidnapped you angry with insults? Especially when they're treating an injury on your head? That sounds rather foolish as well.]
Maybe we don't want you judging us then, Pikachu~ Perhaps we're simple kidnappers with no end goal in sight. Ooo~ [She wiggles a few fingers in front of his hand like a child would emulate a spooky ghost.] Or maybe we're gonna sell you off to a big fat pig who likes to eat electric twinks.
Oy, oy. That's enough of that, Band. Don't give him nightmares.
[ Denki still feels a little bit like he's just come out of whey-mode, just when the headache afterwards is setting in. No pins and needles in his hands, though... even if the cuffs are not the most comfortable. Metal bindings were a problem on their own even if he had his quirk, since they could heat up and leave some pretty big damage on his wrists if he discharged.
Speaking of that, 'damage to a minimum' is rather good to hear, helping the pounding of his heart a bit.
He did not expect the woman to join them on the bed, and the dip of the mattress almost makes him fall over in his unstable state. He's helped by her leaning to his side, though, keeping upright. Chargebolt isn't quite sure what she's meant to do, and while he enjoys eying some tits now and then, he doesn't need this amount of cleavage next to him. (Katsuki's were still the best.)
When she starts washing his hair a little bit to get rid of the blood, Denki's both grateful and grits his teeth a bit at the nickname. Sure, fans call him that all the time, but he doesn't like it from people keeping him captive. It felt a lot more like an insult.
The man speaking again makes him look up, honey eyes focusing. Sure, it's pretty dumb of him to antagonize them, but it's all very frustrating. He holds back on those comments this time, though. They were still being 'kind' to him, after all. ]
Yeah, okay. I get you.
[ Chargebolt relents, even if he keeps a level look with the man. Then the woman says that and his heart starts thudding heavily again. Sure, he figures that it's a joke, but the thought of something like that is pretty terrifying. No thanks! At least he got a name out of that. Band? ]
[There doesn't seem to be any injections going on with those cuffs, so it's hard to say how they're actually inhibiting his Quirk. But if he does try, it's going to feel rather uncomfortable, like he's trying to reach something staying just out of range. At least he'll be able to feel he's still got his choker collar on, so that might be one tiny modicum of comfort.
If they had been going for damage to a max, the electric hero would be in a far more messed-up state right now...
Band continues to work on his hair without jerking or pulling it. Mostly using the cloth and water bottle to scrub and rub at his fringe, working the blood soft and out. Might have to use that comb the other villain had used earlier. (Technically that metal brush came from a veterinarian's kit, but Chargebolt doesn't have to know that.) At least she doesn't seem to be entirely deliberately in pushing her rack against his head and shoulder, but it's certainly happening. (DON'T ASSOCIATE HIS CHEST WITH BOOBS DAMMIT!!)
Too bad, she's gonna call him "Pikachu" regardless, even draws the "uuu" part out every time. It might be an insult for all he knows. She's certainly making it sound like how you'd talk to a gerbil or something cute in a cage.]
Do you.
[The man takes the comment in stride before trading out the water and cloth for some medical cream. On the one hand, it won't sting (at first) but on the other hand, it's gonna be pretty cold from sitting by the air conditioner vent for a while. Using a swab stick, he begins applying the medicine to the injury, frowning a bit at the feel of that welt. It'll take a while for the swelling to go down without a medical Quirk. For the man's focus, it seems he's done treatments of this kind before; his hand is practiced and careful, eyes keeping with the wound instead of flicking off to the side or going to Chargebolt's face.]
Relax. We're not selling you off to anyone.
[With the medicine applied, he goes for the first aid kit again and brings out a small strip of padded cotton. This goes against the wound to keep the medicine in place, and soon after comes the white gauze to wrap around his head.]
[ This is all really weird and uncomfortable in a whole other way than he imagined. Instead of chained to a chair in a dungeon and probably about to lose some fingers, he's on a fairly comfortable bed in a motel room, having his wounds tended to by people that are... well. He's not gonna say nice, because they're fucking terrifying - especially the main guy - but they're also not rabid monsters.
Are they trying to give him Stockholm syndrome or something? (...and why does he still have his choker? Weird.)
...the way the woman talks to him like he's a pet is very off-putting, too. Is he gonna be a pet? 'You'll be taken care of' sounds intensely suspicious, and he'd probably be even more concerned about that route if he knew the comb was an animal one. (He can't even appreciate the boobs on him any more, not with the way she talks to him.)
Still, Chargebolt remains still and keeps his mouth shut for now as his hair and wound is tended to, flinching a bit at the cold but trying to not pull away. The feeling of the gauze wrap around his head is a bit more soothing than all the prodding, and at least that was done and his brain wasn't going to leak out of the wound or something. (That's... not how brains work, Denki.)
His fringe is looking better too, from the little he can see of it. With more dried blood out of the way, his lightning bolt is finally more clear in it to the gathered group of villains. ]
Thanks, I guess?
[ For fixing him up, even if they were the cause for the mess in the first place. Maybe a little bit of gratitude would smooth over the brattiness from before.
...he's also very grateful they're not selling him off. ]
[Generally speaking, kidnapping routines don't end up with death in mind. Why bother going through all the time and effort to bring someone back alive just to kill them later? Granted, the tending to part is probably out of the ordinary, but chaining to chairs and cutting off fingers is a rather barbaric tradition, used by low-class villains who don't know how to successfully keep a captive in a more humane and effective manner. True villains don't need restraints on their prisoners like that; instead, it's obvious from the get go there's no advantage in running. Mental restraints are better than physical.
Stockholm? Well... this group isn't. (Who knows. It was there from the start.)
Band continues her work on his hair, getting into more of a wash this time around now that she's got most of the blood out. Gentle again, since she's working in tandem with the other man and his bandaging. But the two seem to interact well, not interrupting each other while they finish up their intended areas. (You can appreciate her boobs later. They'll still be around, Chargebolt.)
Once the two of them are done, the man seals off the bandage wrap with some medical tape, ensuring it'll stay tight to keep the gauze on Kaminari's wound. Then they retreat, Band going back to the chair to pick up the paper again and the other man packing up the medical supplies into the kit. There's a dog on the top of the kit when he closes the lit, so... that might be a tip off the first aid was earlier intended for animals but was supplemented with human aid items.]
There. Now you look much better, Pikachu~ [Band reaches up with one hand and mimes flipping a fringe of hair above her eyes, indicating Kaminari's lightning bolt.] I'm sure you'd fetch a high price. Heh heh, if you were being sold.
[Apparently still going to tease him about that. The other man sighs and ignores her as he sets down a bottle of water beside the hero. Even with his hands cuffed, he still should be able to get himself something to drink.]
We have some more traveling to do tomorrow. I trust you'll understand when I say it'd be in your best interest to cooperate?
[ A lot of them do end up in death when the kidnappers panic, but not when it's this well-organized. Did they wait for him in the power plant? Did they cause it? It's still really confusing him that he's the target, but he has no information to go on. He doesn't know how long he's been out (hours) or where they are. They have the upper hand in very way, a good mental restrain only aided by the cuffs.
Chargebolt keeps quiet as they fix him up, noticing how comfortably they seem to work together. Not just some random hired thugs, then. She doesn't seem to be the main guy's type, but he's pretty much the poster boy of opposites attract when it comes to him and his boyfriend. Sweet dumbass and the noble beast.
Once the last doting is finished and the guy makes sure his bandages are secure, they both leave the bed and Chargebolt remains awkwardly seated there, watching them clean up. He does notice the dog on the medical kit, and it makes him wonder even more what these people were up to. Serious quirk-cancelling cuffs but not a human first aid kit?
...well, maybe he wasn't supposed to be get his head rearranged like that. It sounded like it was overdone, earlier.
Pointedly ignoring Band, now, he looks at the water bottle warily as the main guy speaks again. ]
More traveling?
[ Oh, shit. That isn't good. Second locations are never a great idea. ]
[All questions he can ask and they're likely not going to answer. And if they do, it'll probably be Band, and she's already proven herself to be a very unreliable narrator. Considering her taunting gets corrected plenty by the unnamed man. That doesn't mean they plan on letting Chargebolt out of the cuffs. His Quirk is far too dangerous for multiple reasons. Certainly would be easy to let people know where he was too... So, safety precautions.
Maybe they had a dog or something, or the kit is special to whoever owns it. Who knows. But it's packed up with care and then sealed before the man sets it on the small desk on the other side of the room. He stretches his arms over his head, actually showing off a rather simple set of clothing. Black tank top over an upper body that's probably cruising around "Endeavor / All Might" size, making the careful medical touches a moment ago all the more odd. Certainly not as big in the leg department, so likely a boxer style body, meant more for agility and moving his upper tank of a body around. A pair of jeans and a metal belt all tucked into some combat boots. It's a strangely American style. There's even an eagle on his right butt cheek pocket. Hard to tell what his hair is, since the top half of his head is covered in that bandana-like mask though.]
Afraid so, kid. [Hah, over 20 and still being called a kid. RIP your twink man status, Denki. At least Aoyama went for a full suit of armor so he looks bulkier. Shiny French twat... Who is in the process of shooting his starry self around the city looking for signs of Chargebolt.] We're not stupid enough to think a few car changes will be enough to throw some of those hero trackers off our path for long.
[ He figures they're not going to answer any of his questions; they would have at least offered some already if they were, and he's already on a bit of thin ice with his quips. Better let that cool down and try again later. Denki's probably better off not knowing just how much trouble they've gone through just to take him - it meant they were very much professionals.
His golden eyes - pupils slightly different sizes, thank you concussion - follow the man as he walks off, trying to take in more of who he is. Well-built, but probably fast. Reminds him a little of classic All Might with the American influence. Maybe he is American? It's hard to tell with the mask, but he can't pick up an accent.
The mask is good, though. Feels a bit safe that he's not seeing his face, since that tends to be a reason someone's getting killed after whatever their plan was. Can't identify him this way.
'Kid' is annoying but he's pretty used to it. Chargebolt has embraced the fact that he's pretty much the very idea of a twink; blonde, lithe and small. Acts like a brat, likes looking good, enjoys being a bottom. Never mind that he's turning more and more into a switch because his boyfriend has the prettiest face when he's getting fucked. None of these people's business.
A few car changes? Shit. ]
They're probably already on their way here.
[ The electric hero says, inching his way to that water bottle since he's parched as all hell. Grabbing it awkwardly, he takes a drink. ]
[If the other man is American, he's spent enough time in Japan to hide his accent or never spent enough time in America to gain one. Who knows with people like this? They have all sorts of interesting backgrounds which ultimately led them to a life of kidnapping heroes instead of pushing papers from 8 to 5. With the medical kit all packed up, the man heads back to the small table to take a seat in the other chair beside it.]
Doubtful. But if they are, we'll be ready for them.
[With that, the man switches on the radio's volume and the quiet voices of the news start to float through the speakers. Traffic and weather, but after a few moments, an update on the search and rescue ongoing for Chargebolt. The reporter certainly does a fair job at keeping her voice calm and assuring, but her words show she's concerned about the young hero. As far as the news goes, there's no breakthroughs, but then again, heroes have been known to use the news to tip villains off into a false sense of security. Which is why, after a few channels, the man gets out another device and sets it atop the radio like a pair of radio ear muffs.
But once the antenna's raised, the traffic changes dramatically, going from news reporter's poise and polish to the static and break of police reports within the area. Hitchhiking on the radio waves between the cops. Rudimentary, but sometimes the old ways are the most effective.
The way the american and Band are focusing on the radio, it seems they're used to this sort of spying. As a matter of fact, once they locate what they want, the woman brings out a map of the area and lays it down on the table. Check it out. Old fashioned paper. Not a phone in sight.]
Here... and here. [She indicates two areas on the map. Would it be more or less insulting for Denki to say they don't bother hiding the map's overflow off the small table from Chargebolt because they don't believe he's capable of reading it?]
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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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That voice... no, he's too rattled to recognize anything.
There's a chill down his spine at the reply to his dumb joke, heart beating a bit faster. He hopes that was just a joke right back, because he's pretty weirded out already that he's on a bed rather than tied to a chair or something like that.
Maybe because they almost knocked his brain out of his skull.
As soon as the man disappears from his sight, Chargebolt turns his pounding head to try to survey the place he's in... at least as much as he can while lying down. Take in as much information as possible, look for exits, clues to where he is. Listen if he can hear traffic or anything else. Everything he's learned.
Then the man returns with some things for his head, which is a bit of a relief. The knowledge that they had their hands on quirk-nullifying cuffs? Less so. That's some heavy contraband, usually only for dangerous criminals. ]
I know I have a reputation, but would be extra dumb of me to fight you if you're going to fix me up.
[ It would only help his situation, and at least make sure he's not gonna get an infection. Head wounds love to bleed, too, even if it felt like it was mostly crusty now. ]
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Looking around the place gives a pretty clear indication he's in some sort of motel room. It's not dumpy or shitty, but it's not high class either. Quaint and tight, a casual place that's unassuming and likely doesn't bother asking questions about who comes in. There's a chair nearby next to a small round table. Sitting in said chair is a girl, probably just under 20, with her hair tied back in a ponytail via a rubber band, which continue further down her hair to clump the tail into small orb-like sections with more rubber bands. Dressed in a pair of dress pants and a formal buttoned jacket with *ahem* apparently no shirt beneath despite the smart red tie around her neck tauntingly covering her cleavage. She's folded a newspaper over in one dark-gloved hand, purple eyes watching Chargebolt with interest. Hard to tell if it's more childish glee or adult impishness.
Across from her, and the room itself, is the small foyer hosting the door to the hallway and the door to the bathroom. Leaning against the wall next to the door is another man. Larger than the previous one, with broad shoulders and long arms and somewhat shorter legs. His square jaws are working up and down like he's chewing on a piece of gum. What appears to be a translucent swimming cap with a tubular rim stretches over the top of his head, a little bump at the top of his crown suggesting it might not actually be a swimming cap... His entire body is drenched in a beige jumpsuit that has a soft rubbery sheen, with white gloves running from his fingers to his biceps, and boots running from his feet to his thighs. And a white pair of underpants worn over his jumpsuit. All crowned with a large "CK" monogram on his chest within an outlined circle, and what appears to be a massive cape spilling down behind him, composed of multiple colored squares of plastic, each with a ring-like shape sealed inside. A pair of small dark glasses with no arms balance on his long nose, covering his eyes, giving him something of a comical appearance.
There's no sound of traffic outside, only the steady drone of the AC unit below the curtained window. A small portable radio sits on the table next to the girl, though it's muted right now. Asides from the scant furniture of a motel room, there's little else to offer in terms of identification.]
Well you never know. I figured I'd let you tell me your decision yourself. Now- [The half-masked man tucks one hand behind Chargebolt's shoulder and back, avoiding his head.] -this'll give you a bit of a headrush, but we'll go slow. [And then starts to help the young hero sit up.] Up we go, kid. [Mostly pushing him rather than jerking him into a sitting position, taking it slow as he said so as to not throw the blonde for a trip of vertigo.] Atta boy. There, that wasn't so bad now.
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The girl looks smartly dressed despite the lack of shirt and lots of cleavage (which he might have appreciated if they didn't fucking kidnap him). He can't tell anything about her quirk just by looking at her, so probably not a mutant type. That mischievousness on her face reminds him just a little bit of that Toga girl.
The other guy in the room is... well. An experience to look at. From the swimming cap(?) to the underpants. What the hell is he wearing? What's with that cape? It looks really familiar, but he can't quite make his head work that much. The glasses seems like the most normal thing on him, despite their look.
...wait, are those packets of c-
The first guy is talking again, stealing his attention fully as he's pushed up very slowly and carefully into a sitting position. There's no way to avoid a little bit of vertigo, but it's definitely not as bad as it could be. At least he's not about to be sick. ]
Yeah. Peachy.
[ Chargebolt replies, trying to remain seated by himself even if the balance is a little off with his hands tied. ]
So are you gonna tell me what the heck this is all about? I mean I'm flattered but I'm not exactly loaded.
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Not that they seem to be in the way of giving him a lot of information at the moment. This is blank and blank can get.
You can still appreciate her cleavage even if she kidnapped you, dude. Catching him looking means she does bring her arms together. Ostensibly to fold the paper and put it aside, but so what if it happens to *ahem* accent her features with a busty push up between her forearms. It's purely by coincidental accident. At least she's not as young as Toga. (Well, actually, considering the age up, she probably shares the villainess' age.)
yes. they really are.
He is Here.
The first man moves his other hand to the front, bracing it against Chargebolt's chest to help him finish sitting up. Not trusting the head injury to keep him out of vertigo range, he keeps the electric hero from falling forward, pinning him in gently until he's got enough bearings to keep himself upright.]
Excellent. [Not luck in getting his hands undone for this. The masked man takes his hands away and fetches a bottle of water on the bed. Uncapping it, he dampens the cloth again, then carefully lifts the bloodied patch of blonde hair to get to the head wound on the side of his skull, right above his ear. Cracked him good along the flank.] Well, it appears you've been injured and kidnapped. Seems like it's some sort of villainous plot. Apparently not with the goal of taking money out of your pocket.
[Yes, that was sarcasm.]
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Sure, he can still appreciate it, but you never know what a kidnapper will do if she finds him looking! Chargebolt is lucky she just seems to put the paper away. Nicer view, though. Definitely one very little silver lining. (He's very glad she's not Toga's age when she was active. That would definitely stop him from looking. He's a bit of a pervert but not for high school girls.)
He lets the man next to him handle his wound, hissing slightly as the wound is looked over and dabbed at. It better not fucking scar, even if it's in a fully hidden place rather than his forehead one. He's definitely zapping the one who hit him. ]
Seriously, dude?
[ Oh, this guy was trying to be funny? ] Not to be a dick or anything, but I'm not really a great choice for a victim. I'm sure you know how much the war heroes from UA have each others backs, they're going to be looking for me. Especially Dynamight. It's not going to be worth it.
[ Do you guys wanna get killed? This is how you get blown up. ]
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animehair are tricky businesses without cutting said hair. Which he's not going to do. But he keeps the bloodied bang balanced on the top of his hand while the rest of his hand and his free one are able to work on cleaning the dried blood.Gets it dampened with the cloth before setting that down and then using a thin metal comb to gently scrape away the crusted bits and pull Denki's hair down to clear the wound as much as possible. This would be easier with more water, but they're not about to take Chargebolt into the shower right now. This will have to do. Might sting though, especially when the cool water finally breaks through the dried blood and actually hits the wound itself. But they have to clean it, right? Who knows what was on that wood.
The man pays attention to the hero's verbal cues, backing off when he hisses or winces, and then returning once it passes. Doesn't look like it'll scar. It's not a split-open wound, more like a bad, long welt with some blood managing to make its way to the surface in tiny areas. The villain's more concerned about internal damage, but that'll only be known at a later time.]
Not to be a dick back, Chargebolt, but perhaps that might be the reason? You really don't think we'd have grabbed you if all we wanted was some random hero for a ransom.
[The man's voice is rather casual for the conversation topic, almost discussing the news or a hobby.]
Don't think you're in much a position to decide what our actions are "worth" or not. Thought a war hero like yourself would know better than to assume stereotypes about villains.
[He leans back and gives the younger hero a smile.]
That's one factor that led to that war, right?
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This guy is surprisingly gentle, though. Denki isn't quite sure what to make of that, but he'll rather take that than more shaking around. He might be surprisingly used to brain damage, but it's usually electric and not concussion-wise. How long was he even out? He has absolutely no idea. ]
You know, I admire the sheer balls of that statement, but still kind of foolish.
[ Don't make your captors angry. That should have been in his training, but he's honestly incapable of not being a brat. Sure, he's kind of terrified inside, but he's not going to show them that. ]
I don't think warning you that my friends and my boyfriend are going to be pissed is stereotyping you or anything. You obviously have a plan, henchpeople and a place to store a victim securely. I can't judge shit until I know what you want.
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Once the man gets the blood around the wound cleared off enough, he looks up and whistles a short sound over Chargebolt's head. Paper crumples and the young woman in the chair tosses it on the table and gets up.]
Awww, do you need a hand?
Don't pull him. Damage to a minimum, remember?
Hai hai, I know.
[With that, she settles on the bed on her knees and shins, slotting right up against Chargebolt's side. Surprisingly, she's actually taller than he is, especially when she leans up on her knees while the blonde's sitting on this ass. Meaning Kaminari's got formal-clad tits pushing against the healthy side of his head while the villainess reaches over to catch the bloodied chunk of his hair.]
I'll just get this out of your hair. Don't mind the intrusion, Pikachu~
[Neither of them entirely seem ready to answer questions about how long he was out, where he was, or anything remotely helpful for his predicament. Voila! Another damp cloth! With which to start massaging and soaking the bloodied fringe to begin working the dried chum out. Bouncy bouncy bouncy~]
A lot of things can be foolish if you think about them. Like the statement you just said, right?
[The man cants his head to the side, looking at Chargebolt with a piqued brow to go along with that insinuating tone. After all, do you really want to make people who kidnapped you angry with insults? Especially when they're treating an injury on your head? That sounds rather foolish as well.]
Maybe we don't want you judging us then, Pikachu~ Perhaps we're simple kidnappers with no end goal in sight. Ooo~ [She wiggles a few fingers in front of his hand like a child would emulate a spooky ghost.] Or maybe we're gonna sell you off to a big fat pig who likes to eat electric twinks.
Oy, oy. That's enough of that, Band. Don't give him nightmares.
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Speaking of that, 'damage to a minimum' is rather good to hear, helping the pounding of his heart a bit.
He did not expect the woman to join them on the bed, and the dip of the mattress almost makes him fall over in his unstable state. He's helped by her leaning to his side, though, keeping upright. Chargebolt isn't quite sure what she's meant to do, and while he enjoys eying some tits now and then, he doesn't need this amount of cleavage next to him. (Katsuki's were still the best.)
When she starts washing his hair a little bit to get rid of the blood, Denki's both grateful and grits his teeth a bit at the nickname. Sure, fans call him that all the time, but he doesn't like it from people keeping him captive. It felt a lot more like an insult.
The man speaking again makes him look up, honey eyes focusing. Sure, it's pretty dumb of him to antagonize them, but it's all very frustrating. He holds back on those comments this time, though. They were still being 'kind' to him, after all. ]
Yeah, okay. I get you.
[ Chargebolt relents, even if he keeps a level look with the man. Then the woman says that and his heart starts thudding heavily again. Sure, he figures that it's a joke, but the thought of something like that is pretty terrifying. No thanks! At least he got a name out of that. Band? ]
...too late, definitely having those.
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If they had been going for damage to a max, the electric hero would be in a far more messed-up state right now...
Band continues to work on his hair without jerking or pulling it. Mostly using the cloth and water bottle to scrub and rub at his fringe, working the blood soft and out. Might have to use that comb the other villain had used earlier. (Technically that metal brush came from a veterinarian's kit, but Chargebolt doesn't have to know that.) At least she doesn't seem to be entirely deliberately in pushing her rack against his head and shoulder, but it's certainly happening. (DON'T ASSOCIATE HIS CHEST WITH BOOBS DAMMIT!!)
Too bad, she's gonna call him "Pikachu" regardless, even draws the "uuu" part out every time. It might be an insult for all he knows. She's certainly making it sound like how you'd talk to a gerbil or something cute in a cage.]
Do you.
[The man takes the comment in stride before trading out the water and cloth for some medical cream. On the one hand, it won't sting (at first) but on the other hand, it's gonna be pretty cold from sitting by the air conditioner vent for a while. Using a swab stick, he begins applying the medicine to the injury, frowning a bit at the feel of that welt. It'll take a while for the swelling to go down without a medical Quirk. For the man's focus, it seems he's done treatments of this kind before; his hand is practiced and careful, eyes keeping with the wound instead of flicking off to the side or going to Chargebolt's face.]
Relax. We're not selling you off to anyone.
[With the medicine applied, he goes for the first aid kit again and brings out a small strip of padded cotton. This goes against the wound to keep the medicine in place, and soon after comes the white gauze to wrap around his head.]
You'll be taken care of.
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Are they trying to give him Stockholm syndrome or something? (...and why does he still have his choker? Weird.)
...the way the woman talks to him like he's a pet is very off-putting, too. Is he gonna be a pet? 'You'll be taken care of' sounds intensely suspicious, and he'd probably be even more concerned about that route if he knew the comb was an animal one. (He can't even appreciate the boobs on him any more, not with the way she talks to him.)
Still, Chargebolt remains still and keeps his mouth shut for now as his hair and wound is tended to, flinching a bit at the cold but trying to not pull away. The feeling of the gauze wrap around his head is a bit more soothing than all the prodding, and at least that was done and his brain wasn't going to leak out of the wound or something. (That's... not how brains work, Denki.)
His fringe is looking better too, from the little he can see of it. With more dried blood out of the way, his lightning bolt is finally more clear in it to the gathered group of villains. ]
Thanks, I guess?
[ For fixing him up, even if they were the cause for the mess in the first place. Maybe a little bit of gratitude would smooth over the brattiness from before.
...he's also very grateful they're not selling him off. ]
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Stockholm? Well... this group isn't. (Who knows. It was there from the start.)
Band continues her work on his hair, getting into more of a wash this time around now that she's got most of the blood out. Gentle again, since she's working in tandem with the other man and his bandaging. But the two seem to interact well, not interrupting each other while they finish up their intended areas. (You can appreciate her boobs later. They'll still be around, Chargebolt.)
Once the two of them are done, the man seals off the bandage wrap with some medical tape, ensuring it'll stay tight to keep the gauze on Kaminari's wound. Then they retreat, Band going back to the chair to pick up the paper again and the other man packing up the medical supplies into the kit. There's a dog on the top of the kit when he closes the lit, so... that might be a tip off the first aid was earlier intended for animals but was supplemented with human aid items.]
There. Now you look much better, Pikachu~ [Band reaches up with one hand and mimes flipping a fringe of hair above her eyes, indicating Kaminari's lightning bolt.] I'm sure you'd fetch a high price. Heh heh, if you were being sold.
[Apparently still going to tease him about that. The other man sighs and ignores her as he sets down a bottle of water beside the hero. Even with his hands cuffed, he still should be able to get himself something to drink.]
We have some more traveling to do tomorrow. I trust you'll understand when I say it'd be in your best interest to cooperate?
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Chargebolt keeps quiet as they fix him up, noticing how comfortably they seem to work together. Not just some random hired thugs, then. She doesn't seem to be the main guy's type, but he's pretty much the poster boy of opposites attract when it comes to him and his boyfriend. Sweet dumbass and the noble beast.
Once the last doting is finished and the guy makes sure his bandages are secure, they both leave the bed and Chargebolt remains awkwardly seated there, watching them clean up. He does notice the dog on the medical kit, and it makes him wonder even more what these people were up to. Serious quirk-cancelling cuffs but not a human first aid kit?
...well, maybe he wasn't supposed to be get his head rearranged like that. It sounded like it was overdone, earlier.
Pointedly ignoring Band, now, he looks at the water bottle warily as the main guy speaks again. ]
More traveling?
[ Oh, shit. That isn't good. Second locations are never a great idea. ]
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Maybe they had a dog or something, or the kit is special to whoever owns it. Who knows. But it's packed up with care and then sealed before the man sets it on the small desk on the other side of the room. He stretches his arms over his head, actually showing off a rather simple set of clothing. Black tank top over an upper body that's probably cruising around "Endeavor / All Might" size, making the careful medical touches a moment ago all the more odd. Certainly not as big in the leg department, so likely a boxer style body, meant more for agility and moving his upper tank of a body around. A pair of jeans and a metal belt all tucked into some combat boots. It's a strangely American style. There's even an eagle on his right butt cheek pocket. Hard to tell what his hair is, since the top half of his head is covered in that bandana-like mask though.]
Afraid so, kid. [Hah, over 20 and still being called a kid. RIP your twink man status, Denki. At least Aoyama went for a full suit of armor so he looks bulkier. Shiny French twat... Who is in the process of shooting his starry self around the city looking for signs of Chargebolt.] We're not stupid enough to think a few car changes will be enough to throw some of those hero trackers off our path for long.
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His golden eyes - pupils slightly different sizes, thank you concussion - follow the man as he walks off, trying to take in more of who he is. Well-built, but probably fast. Reminds him a little of classic All Might with the American influence. Maybe he is American? It's hard to tell with the mask, but he can't pick up an accent.
The mask is good, though. Feels a bit safe that he's not seeing his face, since that tends to be a reason someone's getting killed after whatever their plan was. Can't identify him this way.
'Kid' is annoying but he's pretty used to it. Chargebolt has embraced the fact that he's pretty much the very idea of a twink; blonde, lithe and small. Acts like a brat, likes looking good, enjoys being a bottom. Never mind that he's turning more and more into a switch because his boyfriend has the prettiest face when he's getting fucked. None of these people's business.
A few car changes? Shit. ]
They're probably already on their way here.
[ The electric hero says, inching his way to that water bottle since he's parched as all hell. Grabbing it awkwardly, he takes a drink. ]
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Doubtful. But if they are, we'll be ready for them.
[With that, the man switches on the radio's volume and the quiet voices of the news start to float through the speakers. Traffic and weather, but after a few moments, an update on the search and rescue ongoing for Chargebolt. The reporter certainly does a fair job at keeping her voice calm and assuring, but her words show she's concerned about the young hero. As far as the news goes, there's no breakthroughs, but then again, heroes have been known to use the news to tip villains off into a false sense of security. Which is why, after a few channels, the man gets out another device and sets it atop the radio like a pair of radio ear muffs.
But once the antenna's raised, the traffic changes dramatically, going from news reporter's poise and polish to the static and break of police reports within the area. Hitchhiking on the radio waves between the cops. Rudimentary, but sometimes the old ways are the most effective.
The way the american and Band are focusing on the radio, it seems they're used to this sort of spying. As a matter of fact, once they locate what they want, the woman brings out a map of the area and lays it down on the table. Check it out. Old fashioned paper. Not a phone in sight.]
Here... and here. [She indicates two areas on the map. Would it be more or less insulting for Denki to say they don't bother hiding the map's overflow off the small table from Chargebolt because they don't believe he's capable of reading it?]
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Don't you national ass me, Helen Zass.
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