[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?]
[ They probably all have very interesting backgrounds but they still made a damn choice to kidnap him, and that was the wrong one. Whoever this woman Band, the 'American' and that... other henchman were, they picked a bad fight. All he has to do was to be careful and play his cards right, and his friends would find him.
'Ready' or not, nobody can stop the war heroes.
Chargebolt drinks his water and watches the people gather by the radio. A radio, who even had those any more? It's daunting to hear the reporter talk about his kidnapping, and while do doesn't get a lot out of it, it's clear that he's been out for a while. Whether or not he believes the lack of any updates, he tries to hold on to the little knowledge he got.
They are looking for him. Of course, he knew they would, but there was always that little fear. Did Katsuki feel that little doubt, too? Back when the LoV took him?
The radio goes from news to police reports, so they much be tapping into the police radios. The group starts using maps and things and Denki tries to follow what's going on - reading the names on the map, trying to figure out the prefecture it shows. He can't see where they are pointing and his head is throbbing again.
Blinking a bit, the electric hero tries to clear his mind, pulling slightly on his bonds to force himself to stay alert. It's weird, how his quirk seems to be just out of reach, like someone put a lid on it. The cuffs themselves are really sturdy, and no amount of thumb breaking is going to help him out of them.
There's nothing he can do about anything right now, so instead of fighting it he slowly slides back into the bed, lying down flat again to see if that helped with his headache. If something goes down, he might have to rely on hand-to-hand fighting to get out of here... and he needs the world to not spin for that to happen.
If he takes just a little... little nap? Just... just a litt- ]
[It's only a damn choice to Kaminari; they have their reasons to kidnap him and those reasons are good enough to take the results of success as a positive. Neither of the three seem nervous or on edge right now, exuding a quiet confidence and readiness that spoke well of their preparations and current course of actions, not at all worried of the heroes' reactions.
They're fine with letting the hero listen in on the news report and then the police chatter. While Kaminari's focused on them, the man with the shiny cape and CK on his chest keeps a focus on him, watching his expression and specifically his shoulders and neck for any kind of reaction, from tension to brightening. Should give an indication of Kaminari having thoughts on what he hears, which can also help the three of them determine if a change of action's needed. After all, a hero knows how heroes work.
It's a good try on his part to read the map and figure out the prefecture, but considering he's over there on the bed, almost 6 feet away from the table, it's pretty damn hard to read those tiny little words on the map among all the streets and symbols thrown around the place. But if his geography skills are up to snuff, he might be able to locate the outline of at least some part of the prefecture butting up against another from the map spillover - Saitama, two prefectures above Shizuoka, U.A.'s home.
Yeah, please don't break your thumb to get out of these. It won't work and it'll be more effort on their part to fix him up. The 'American' glances to the side when he notices Chargebolt sinking back down on the bed. Good. The medicine in the water would put him out sooner or later if he didn't opt to sleep this off himself. Murmurs on the police broadbands are going to be the lull that sends the blonde hero into his slumber for the rest of the night.
...
...
Until he comes around again later on. Lying in the back of a car, his head on someone's lap. Considering the mounds above him, that would be Band he's snoozing on. The drone of the vehicle traveling down the road keeps in steady pace. Both the 'American' and CK are in the front, with the caped villain taking the passenger's seat. Tinted windows keep the car private, but not conspicuously so, though Chargebolt's gonna find out pretty soon his legs and arms are bound. Means him lying in the backseat is likely a means of keeping him out of sight.]
[ The little information he gathered was a fractured mess so far, and even if he did pay attention to the map, his geography skills did not account for such a distance and a head giving out on him. Chargebolt did pick out that the weird henchman in the (it can't be condoms) cape was watching his reactions. If his brain wasn't so rattled, he might have tried to just pretend to sleep, but with his concussion and the medicine in the water that he so trustingly drank makes that impossible to even imagine.
Denki wakes to the feeling of movement and car noises. A good car, he notices, with the way it rides smoothly on the road and nothing sounds like it needed a checkup 1000 miles ago. He tries to remain 'asleep' at first, but then Band seems to notice that he's awake.
Opening his eyes, he gives her a slightly glare and tries to move, but his legs now seem just as trapped as his arms. He wiggles with annoyance, but settles to take in his surroundings again. Tinted windows, but legal amounts. The 'American' and the underpants pervert guy in the front. Band next to him. ]
Ugh... did you drug me?
[ He feels like he should have woken up if they moved him around - but it could be the head damage, too. ]
[Do not deny what is obviously so clear to your eyes, young hero. Verily... they are. If it makes Chargebolt feel any better, the medicine was more to let him sleep and avoid the growing headache than it was to drug him like some chloroforming hustlers. Between getting him out of bed and into the car and then driving off, they'd spent the better part of the day without their charge waking or being a problem on the road. Even if they'd gotten some "agreement" out of Chargebolt last night towards his cooperation, best not leave things to a hero's instinctive adaptability and reckless actions.]
If you want to call painkillers for comfortable sleep "drugging" then of course~ But I wouldn't prefer to say it that way.
[She notices the attempt to wiggle around on the seat, but doesn't offer to help him sit up. There are large, thick rubber bands about his ankles, shins, knees, and thighs, trapping his legs together with the elastic bindings. The cuffs remain around his wrists, but he's also got other bands of the same around his forearms as well, simple to make doubly sure he doesn't attempt to squirm his way upright too fast.]
We're on the road, mustard pack.
[This time it's the caped pervert who answers, nasally and pompous as before, almost like someone who's just a tiny bit eternally annoyed with the world, and haughty about it.]
Hey, don't snap at him. [The American.] It's natural for people to ask that question.
[ What was that joke about being sold to some old guy as a sex slave, again? Because the dude in the condom getup (it IS condoms) isn't helping that particular nightmare. Chargebolt is able to pay more attention now than the first time he woke up, and this guy makes him wish he didn't.
Maybe he's a bit clearer thanks to the water meds. He didn't expect them to have been knock-out drugs, but anything to take the edge off his headache and let his body sleep to heal his bruised skull would have done the same job. He's just annoyed that he missed out on a good opportunity to get away when they carried him out of that motel.
Going over the way he's bound this time, he mostly ignores Band other than giving her a bit of a grunt - taking a page out of Katsuki's book of communication. It seems to be all rubber things, and the cuffs are still on. He could possibly wriggle a bit, but not much.
If they slowed the car down, if there was a red light, he could try to go for the door and attempt to force it open, roll out of the car... child locks were probably in place, though. He continues his awkward turning so he can see better towards the American, just as the prophylactic perv snaps at him.
The American defends him, though. Weird. ]
You really shouldn't be calling anyone 'packs' of anything, it sounds dirty coming from you.
[ If he wiggles more, can he see the road ahead? ]
[It IS! Look at all the pretty colors that can be seen crawling up towards his visible shoulder. He might even recognize some brand names. (Or maybe not, since Katsuki's against using condoms.) At least good ol' CK isn't deigning to look over his shoulder at their captive, though his slight chip on the shoulder attitude doesn't seem to turn off his partners.
That good opportunity was precisely why they moved him while he was still asleep. And gave him that high-quality medicine to keep him sleeping. They didn't have a healer on hand, and were obviously planning to do some stops to throw people off their tail despite being two prefectures away from Chargebolt's home. There's a reason for all of this ducking and dodging.
Band isn't bothered by the blonde's response to her and goes back to reading her book. Which from the looks of the front cover hovering over Kaminari's head... is a smutty romance novel. She's playing with her long ponytail in the other hand, fingers fiddling at the end of it. Wriggling might end up dropping the hero off the seat and leave him wedged down on the floor, so that's an option if he wants it.]
Posh. It only sounds dirty because you've a dirty mind. [CK points to the upper side if his head in indication, as if the electric hero doesn't know where a brain would be located.
As for trying to see the road, unless he wants to attempt to sit up in the backseat, which Band will easily prevent with a hand on Kaminari's chest pushing him back down, he's not going to be able to see anything except for the dashboard and the sky outside the window shield. Which oddly doesn't seem to showing any road signs. Seems they're not on the highway, but on a back road of sorts.]
How's your head feeling? [The American glances at him through the rearview mirror.]
[ Fucking hell, what was this guy about? He certainly stood out compared to the other two. Yeah, he might recognize a brand or so, but it's not like they've used one since the first time. (Katsuki has good taste and Denki is a slut.) The fact that this guy literally wearing condoms is having a holier-than-thou attitude is almost funny.
The comment about him having a dirty mind makes the young hero chuckle a little bit. Oh, if this weirdo only knew how dirty it could be. He's not about to share how much he enjoys having sex with his wonderful boyfriend, though... man, he's looking forward to seeing Dynamight explode shit to save him.
He might swoon.
Chargebolt doesn't exactly want to fall on the floor like this and be extremely uncomfortable the rest of the way - who knows how long they have left - so he stops his wiggling. He does make an attempt to sit up, but Band's hand on his prevents that and he doesn't struggle.
Kicking her is tempting, but it would just get nasty.
No road signs... that's not great. Looking at the dashboard mostly just tells him the time, but nothing more than that. ]
Better. Less likely to barf in this fancy car.
[ He replies, golden eyes looking back at the American with a steadier gaze. He needs to pull himself together. ]
[You can't have an entire team of pleasant villains, Chargebolt. That's not how statistics work. And technically, the fact this guy is wearing condoms on his costume, which stand for safe sex and at least making attempts at such, might be an indication of rationalized holier-than-thou attitude? It's not his costume's promoting barebacking... though condoms might infer sleeping around instead of being loyal to one partner, so that's a point not for holier-than-thou attitudes. What a complex villain!
The two up front return their focus to the road and driving, and there's another shift of paper from CK's side before a map briefly flicks into view. Apparently none of them are using smartphones, or even cellphones, on this mission. Likely to go around under the radar. Good assumption the car itself doesn't have any of those modern techs to it either. There's even a cassette player in the dashboard, and one of the dials are digital. Despite that, the car's well cared for and looks showroom quality.
Kicking her would also mean he'd have to get his legs undone, which is gonna be hard to do without her seeing it. At least she's not copping a feel of his chest or anything, simply rests his hand on his sternum like you would settle it on a dog to keep it calm during a car ride. Even gives a few "pat pat" motions with her fingers while she flips another page on her book. There, there, Pikachu. Easy now~
The three of them actually have a brief chuckle at the "fancy car" comment.]
Thanks for the compliment, Charge. [The American nods to him in the mirror.] We take good care of her.
[ They don't have to be pleasant, but condom dude certainly doesn't look like he fits with these two more serious villains. Chargebolt is not the guy to underestimate people since he was often underestimated himself, but... yeah. Weirdo.
The whole old-style thing these guys have going on is interesting, and it must be keeping them off any radar. The fact that the car is old but well-taken care of, like it's a status symbol rather than a 9-5 means of transport, probably means it was used exactly for the purpose of no tech.
Chargebolt gives Band a glare when she pats him like that, and wiggles a bit more to get 'comfortable' and plan. They will eventually have to move him out of this car, so he should try to prepare to get his legs free so he can kick and run. Maybe if he can find something sharp? Probably not without breaking something, and the woman was right there.
God, he feels so stupid for not coming up with a good idea. He's so damn helpless, and hero shouldn't be.
It was mid-day when he arrived to the power plant to take care of the accident. Half an hour later and he had everyone out and was going for the buried door to the failsafe. He turned it on manually and then left the room, getting knocked out by these goons. How much time had passed since then? He couldn't really tell in the motel room, and the news report hadn't said a time, either. Band woke him up this time by saying good evening, and he could still see the sky outside, so it wasn't too late.
...then again, he could have been out for days after that hit. It was impossible to tell. ]
So are we there yet?
[ Treat him like a child, get childish questions. ]
[Perhaps he likes to be more theatrical than his companions. Twice didn't exactly fit in with the likes of Dabi and Shigaraki after all. Doesn't mean he's not a weirdo, so Chargebolt at least has that going for him. He's obviously not as concerned with the young hero compared to the American.
He's right in the judgement of the car; the vehicle is as devoid of traceable electronics as possible, most of the computer-style mechanics inside being for the gauges and the radio (which still uses an antenna). Ironically, it would make the car easier to pick out if someone knew what to look for, but...
Band doesn't attempt to stop the hero's attempt to wiggle himself into a more comfortable position. Doesn't look like there's anything sharp in the reachable viscinity, asides from the unused seat belt and the cuffs on his wrists. And both of those are still rather blunt compared to a knife or a shard of soda can.
What Kaminari doesn't know is that when he was awake last in the motel room, it was well into the night. They'd loaded him up in the car early in the morning and had been driving for most of the day, evening settling on them now. A full day and a half since he'd been kidnapped. The sky, when it's seen through the trees, is a deepening orange color as the sun sinks further towards the horizon.
Momentum slows as the car coasts to a stop by a road, then turns, to the left, heading forward with another roll backwards for the passengers inside.]
Yes, our aim is to drive around in circles until we're caught.
[The American smiles at him through the mirror. Second time he's answered a question like that in such a way. Guess it's an in-joke for him. He seems to get amusement out of it.]
[ Damn. Nothing sharp enough. The seat belt clip might have worked if he had all the time in the world and sat in an empty room, but not in a car. Taking a deep breath to collect himself yet again, Chargebolt decides to just keep waiting. He can't throw himself out of here; he has to wait for the right time.
Speaking of, if he knew how much time had already passed, he would have been shocked. It's a long stretch to be avoiding all the heroes, support and surveilance. Thanks to the concussion, though, he's clueless and still thinks it's the same day.
Denki tenses up as the car slows down and then stops, before moving around like the driver is either doing a u-turn or parking, he can't tell. His sense of direction isn't great when lying down on a car seat.
...as smooth as the damn American is, he sure is irritating, too. The man is given an annoyed look from the back seat at his reply. ]
Sounds great, my man. Guess I'll just piss on your seats.
[ He hasn't gone for a while according to his body, and that could be an opportunity. ]
[Despite some of the oddities, these people are professionals. They're not going to leave a a box cutter in the backseat with their kidnapped hero. Apparently they're also not going to strap him up with metal cables and entomb his hands in block cuffs on a chair either. These cuffs serve just fine, as well as the rubber bonds wrapped around him.
Villains are far better at hiding and staying low than heroes are. Even if a hero can do so if they want, they'll never come close to a villain's natural talent for doing so. After all, heroes aren't hunted wherever they go...
He's doing neither. He's turning onto another road and taking it. The general hum of the car beneath them levels out quickly enough. It doesn't sound like gravel, but neither does it sound like a highway road. With all the trees now leaning up into the windows, it's likely some kind of forested travel. Pretty far off the beaten path, huh...]
I believe I told you he was going to pop.
[CK folds the map once again and settles in his seat, while the American sighs and flicks on the blinkers.]
I'm aware of that. Band, you'll need to loosen those when we get out.
Of course. But he's already promised to be a good boy, haven't you, Pikachu~?
[Instinctively goes to rub his head, but pauses before touching and instead opts for his shoulder. The car slows down and finally drifts off the side of the road, tires raking over the edge before hitting grass. It comes to a stop easily and Band puts her hand on Kaminari's back to help him sit up.]
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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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'Ready' or not, nobody can stop the war heroes.
Chargebolt drinks his water and watches the people gather by the radio. A radio, who even had those any more? It's daunting to hear the reporter talk about his kidnapping, and while do doesn't get a lot out of it, it's clear that he's been out for a while. Whether or not he believes the lack of any updates, he tries to hold on to the little knowledge he got.
They are looking for him. Of course, he knew they would, but there was always that little fear. Did Katsuki feel that little doubt, too? Back when the LoV took him?
The radio goes from news to police reports, so they much be tapping into the police radios. The group starts using maps and things and Denki tries to follow what's going on - reading the names on the map, trying to figure out the prefecture it shows. He can't see where they are pointing and his head is throbbing again.
Blinking a bit, the electric hero tries to clear his mind, pulling slightly on his bonds to force himself to stay alert. It's weird, how his quirk seems to be just out of reach, like someone put a lid on it. The cuffs themselves are really sturdy, and no amount of thumb breaking is going to help him out of them.
There's nothing he can do about anything right now, so instead of fighting it he slowly slides back into the bed, lying down flat again to see if that helped with his headache. If something goes down, he might have to rely on hand-to-hand fighting to get out of here... and he needs the world to not spin for that to happen.
If he takes just a little... little nap? Just... just a litt- ]
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They're fine with letting the hero listen in on the news report and then the police chatter. While Kaminari's focused on them, the man with the shiny cape and CK on his chest keeps a focus on him, watching his expression and specifically his shoulders and neck for any kind of reaction, from tension to brightening. Should give an indication of Kaminari having thoughts on what he hears, which can also help the three of them determine if a change of action's needed. After all, a hero knows how heroes work.
It's a good try on his part to read the map and figure out the prefecture, but considering he's over there on the bed, almost 6 feet away from the table, it's pretty damn hard to read those tiny little words on the map among all the streets and symbols thrown around the place. But if his geography skills are up to snuff, he might be able to locate the outline of at least some part of the prefecture butting up against another from the map spillover - Saitama, two prefectures above Shizuoka, U.A.'s home.
Yeah, please don't break your thumb to get out of these. It won't work and it'll be more effort on their part to fix him up. The 'American' glances to the side when he notices Chargebolt sinking back down on the bed. Good. The medicine in the water would put him out sooner or later if he didn't opt to sleep this off himself. Murmurs on the police broadbands are going to be the lull that sends the blonde hero into his slumber for the rest of the night.
...
...
Until he comes around again later on. Lying in the back of a car, his head on someone's lap. Considering the mounds above him, that would be Band he's snoozing on. The drone of the vehicle traveling down the road keeps in steady pace. Both the 'American' and CK are in the front, with the caped villain taking the passenger's seat. Tinted windows keep the car private, but not conspicuously so, though Chargebolt's gonna find out pretty soon his legs and arms are bound. Means him lying in the backseat is likely a means of keeping him out of sight.]
Good evening, Pikachu~
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Denki wakes to the feeling of movement and car noises. A good car, he notices, with the way it rides smoothly on the road and nothing sounds like it needed a checkup 1000 miles ago. He tries to remain 'asleep' at first, but then Band seems to notice that he's awake.
Opening his eyes, he gives her a slightly glare and tries to move, but his legs now seem just as trapped as his arms. He wiggles with annoyance, but settles to take in his surroundings again. Tinted windows, but legal amounts. The 'American' and the underpants pervert guy in the front. Band next to him. ]
Ugh... did you drug me?
[ He feels like he should have woken up if they moved him around - but it could be the head damage, too. ]
Where are we?
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If you want to call painkillers for comfortable sleep "drugging" then of course~ But I wouldn't prefer to say it that way.
[She notices the attempt to wiggle around on the seat, but doesn't offer to help him sit up. There are large, thick rubber bands about his ankles, shins, knees, and thighs, trapping his legs together with the elastic bindings. The cuffs remain around his wrists, but he's also got other bands of the same around his forearms as well, simple to make doubly sure he doesn't attempt to squirm his way upright too fast.]
We're on the road, mustard pack.
[This time it's the caped pervert who answers, nasally and pompous as before, almost like someone who's just a tiny bit eternally annoyed with the world, and haughty about it.]
Hey, don't snap at him. [The American.] It's natural for people to ask that question.
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Maybe he's a bit clearer thanks to the water meds. He didn't expect them to have been knock-out drugs, but anything to take the edge off his headache and let his body sleep to heal his bruised skull would have done the same job. He's just annoyed that he missed out on a good opportunity to get away when they carried him out of that motel.
Going over the way he's bound this time, he mostly ignores Band other than giving her a bit of a grunt - taking a page out of Katsuki's book of communication. It seems to be all rubber things, and the cuffs are still on. He could possibly wriggle a bit, but not much.
If they slowed the car down, if there was a red light, he could try to go for the door and attempt to force it open, roll out of the car... child locks were probably in place, though. He continues his awkward turning so he can see better towards the American, just as the prophylactic perv snaps at him.
The American defends him, though. Weird. ]
You really shouldn't be calling anyone 'packs' of anything, it sounds dirty coming from you.
[ If he wiggles more, can he see the road ahead? ]
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That good opportunity was precisely why they moved him while he was still asleep. And gave him that high-quality medicine to keep him sleeping. They didn't have a healer on hand, and were obviously planning to do some stops to throw people off their tail despite being two prefectures away from Chargebolt's home. There's a reason for all of this ducking and dodging.
Band isn't bothered by the blonde's response to her and goes back to reading her book. Which from the looks of the front cover hovering over Kaminari's head... is a smutty romance novel. She's playing with her long ponytail in the other hand, fingers fiddling at the end of it. Wriggling might end up dropping the hero off the seat and leave him wedged down on the floor, so that's an option if he wants it.]
Posh. It only sounds dirty because you've a dirty mind. [CK points to the upper side if his head in indication, as if the electric hero doesn't know where a brain would be located.
As for trying to see the road, unless he wants to attempt to sit up in the backseat, which Band will easily prevent with a hand on Kaminari's chest pushing him back down, he's not going to be able to see anything except for the dashboard and the sky outside the window shield. Which oddly doesn't seem to showing any road signs. Seems they're not on the highway, but on a back road of sorts.]
How's your head feeling? [The American glances at him through the rearview mirror.]
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The comment about him having a dirty mind makes the young hero chuckle a little bit. Oh, if this weirdo only knew how dirty it could be. He's not about to share how much he enjoys having sex with his wonderful boyfriend, though... man, he's looking forward to seeing Dynamight explode shit to save him.
He might swoon.
Chargebolt doesn't exactly want to fall on the floor like this and be extremely uncomfortable the rest of the way - who knows how long they have left - so he stops his wiggling. He does make an attempt to sit up, but Band's hand on his prevents that and he doesn't struggle.
Kicking her is tempting, but it would just get nasty.
No road signs... that's not great. Looking at the dashboard mostly just tells him the time, but nothing more than that. ]
Better. Less likely to barf in this fancy car.
[ He replies, golden eyes looking back at the American with a steadier gaze. He needs to pull himself together. ]
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The two up front return their focus to the road and driving, and there's another shift of paper from CK's side before a map briefly flicks into view. Apparently none of them are using smartphones, or even cellphones, on this mission. Likely to go around under the radar. Good assumption the car itself doesn't have any of those modern techs to it either. There's even a cassette player in the dashboard, and one of the dials are digital. Despite that, the car's well cared for and looks showroom quality.
Kicking her would also mean he'd have to get his legs undone, which is gonna be hard to do without her seeing it. At least she's not copping a feel of his chest or anything, simply rests his hand on his sternum like you would settle it on a dog to keep it calm during a car ride. Even gives a few "pat pat" motions with her fingers while she flips another page on her book. There, there, Pikachu. Easy now~
The three of them actually have a brief chuckle at the "fancy car" comment.]
Thanks for the compliment, Charge. [The American nods to him in the mirror.] We take good care of her.
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The whole old-style thing these guys have going on is interesting, and it must be keeping them off any radar. The fact that the car is old but well-taken care of, like it's a status symbol rather than a 9-5 means of transport, probably means it was used exactly for the purpose of no tech.
Chargebolt gives Band a glare when she pats him like that, and wiggles a bit more to get 'comfortable' and plan. They will eventually have to move him out of this car, so he should try to prepare to get his legs free so he can kick and run. Maybe if he can find something sharp? Probably not without breaking something, and the woman was right there.
God, he feels so stupid for not coming up with a good idea. He's so damn helpless, and hero shouldn't be.
It was mid-day when he arrived to the power plant to take care of the accident. Half an hour later and he had everyone out and was going for the buried door to the failsafe. He turned it on manually and then left the room, getting knocked out by these goons. How much time had passed since then? He couldn't really tell in the motel room, and the news report hadn't said a time, either. Band woke him up this time by saying good evening, and he could still see the sky outside, so it wasn't too late.
...then again, he could have been out for days after that hit. It was impossible to tell. ]
So are we there yet?
[ Treat him like a child, get childish questions. ]
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He's right in the judgement of the car; the vehicle is as devoid of traceable electronics as possible, most of the computer-style mechanics inside being for the gauges and the radio (which still uses an antenna). Ironically, it would make the car easier to pick out if someone knew what to look for, but...
Band doesn't attempt to stop the hero's attempt to wiggle himself into a more comfortable position. Doesn't look like there's anything sharp in the reachable viscinity, asides from the unused seat belt and the cuffs on his wrists. And both of those are still rather blunt compared to a knife or a shard of soda can.
What Kaminari doesn't know is that when he was awake last in the motel room, it was well into the night. They'd loaded him up in the car early in the morning and had been driving for most of the day, evening settling on them now. A full day and a half since he'd been kidnapped. The sky, when it's seen through the trees, is a deepening orange color as the sun sinks further towards the horizon.
Momentum slows as the car coasts to a stop by a road, then turns, to the left, heading forward with another roll backwards for the passengers inside.]
Yes, our aim is to drive around in circles until we're caught.
[The American smiles at him through the mirror. Second time he's answered a question like that in such a way. Guess it's an in-joke for him. He seems to get amusement out of it.]
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Speaking of, if he knew how much time had already passed, he would have been shocked. It's a long stretch to be avoiding all the heroes, support and surveilance. Thanks to the concussion, though, he's clueless and still thinks it's the same day.
Denki tenses up as the car slows down and then stops, before moving around like the driver is either doing a u-turn or parking, he can't tell. His sense of direction isn't great when lying down on a car seat.
...as smooth as the damn American is, he sure is irritating, too. The man is given an annoyed look from the back seat at his reply. ]
Sounds great, my man. Guess I'll just piss on your seats.
[ He hasn't gone for a while according to his body, and that could be an opportunity. ]
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Villains are far better at hiding and staying low than heroes are. Even if a hero can do so if they want, they'll never come close to a villain's natural talent for doing so. After all, heroes aren't hunted wherever they go...
He's doing neither. He's turning onto another road and taking it. The general hum of the car beneath them levels out quickly enough. It doesn't sound like gravel, but neither does it sound like a highway road. With all the trees now leaning up into the windows, it's likely some kind of forested travel. Pretty far off the beaten path, huh...]
I believe I told you he was going to pop.
[CK folds the map once again and settles in his seat, while the American sighs and flicks on the blinkers.]
I'm aware of that. Band, you'll need to loosen those when we get out.
Of course. But he's already promised to be a good boy, haven't you, Pikachu~?
[Instinctively goes to rub his head, but pauses before touching and instead opts for his shoulder. The car slows down and finally drifts off the side of the road, tires raking over the edge before hitting grass. It comes to a stop easily and Band puts her hand on Kaminari's back to help him sit up.]
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Don't you national ass me, Helen Zass.
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