[ 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.]
[ Hey, he can dream. But yeah, these guys are definitely professionals. Which is why Chargebolt didn't actually expect them to listen to him and his full bladder. The car slows and stops at the side of the road and the Band woman helps him sit up. It gives him the first look at the road and the darkening light around them.
How close are his friends? How good are these people at covering their tracks?
When the woman is told to loosen his bonds, he eagerly shows her his legs. Unless they want to carry him out and hold him like a watering can, he's going to need to walk. That's when he can take his chance. Piss, and then run. Hurry into those woods, try to lose them behind him and then lay low until morning. ]
Sure, I'll be a good boy.
[ Technically he had said he would be good during the medical aid! He didn't promise anything else! ]
Just get these off of me, unless you plan on holding my dick for me.
[Technical unprofessionals would be the ones not to listen to their captive's physical health. Leaving someone's bladder full either means breaking in a very unwanted place or an injury. The American checks his mirrors before nodding and getting out of the car. He'll handle this. There's a small rapport between himself and Chargebolt, so... best option.
As Band helps him sit up, the world spins a little, but in the evening light, there's an obvious change in scenery. Woods. Trees. And a long stretch of road heading in both directions, ahead and behind, with no end in sight. Curves, but no ends. Orange is already beginning to darken into purple as the dusk starts to take hold.
There's absolutely no one in sight, save for them. Seems they've done a fair job in covering their tracks.
Yeah, Kaminari's gonna have to swing his legs up somewhat from that weird S-position he's been lying n this entire time. But now that he's sitting up, shouldn't be so hard. Band leans down and rests her hand over the rubber bindings on his ankles. The band abruptly yanks open with a stretch, like a massive rubber band, and falls around his feet. The next one around his shins follows, as does his knees and thighs. Giving him a chance to move his legs and stretch them. Gets some blood running again.
She directs him to turn around at the waist so she can get to his arms. The band about his forearm widens and falls off as well. Though she picks it off the seat and lazily drops it over his head like a rubber lei. It flops against his chest and hangs around his neck. Before immediately shrinking, almost to the same tightness as his collar, save for being a thicker rubber tube of a choker. Lips settle right beside his ear, ghosting against his skin.]
Then be a good boy, Kaminari-kun. Unless you want to find out how much oxygen a lightning bolt needs.
[With that, the door opens and the American puts his head in, looking at the younger hero.]
Right. Out you get. I'll escort you. Without the dick holding.
[ Chargebolt does his best to take everything in as quickly as possible once he sees out the window. If he ran here, it might mean he'd get lost in the woods with cuffs on. Not the best alternative, but he can't just sit back and wait for his fellow heroes like a damsel in distress the whole time.
If he can break free and run, he could possibly make them look for him and double back to the car. He could drive with cuffs on, it would just be precarious to shift gears. Just put a few miles between them, get to some form of civilization and call the cavalry to pick him up.
(Sleep for a day in his boyfriend's arms and forget about all of this stupid nonsense.)
At least he now finds out why she's called 'Band', and moving his legs a bit feels pretty damn good after being weirdly curled up in the back with her. Denki turns eagerly to have her do his arms as well, but then she puts the bands around his neck rather than leave them on the seat.
Feeling her lean in like that, and the rubber tightening... shit, it drives dread like a stake into his guts. This changed his plans completely. He can run and move with cuffs, he can't do that if he's being choked. He would just pass out and they could come and collect him.
Fuck.
He doesn't have any time to protest and try to weasel his way out of the bands, because the American opens the car door and he's told to get out. Dejected, the young hero steps outside with a somewhat wobbly sense of balance. It's the first time he's been fully standing since his knock on the head, and even more dread collects in his chest. He might be too unsteady to even run very well at all. ]
Okay, okay. Let me just find a good spot.
[ After much fumbling with unknown pants and underwear with cuffs on, Denki takes his time to do his business. He uses the moment to think about his options again. He could make a break for it, probably get a bit into the woods before he falls. Even if he didn't, he would be choking as soon as Band notices.
Maybe he really is stupid, unable to enact any damn plan like a professional. ]
[There don't seem to be any road signs within visible distance, and Band doesn't appear concerned with showing her Quirk in front of Chargebolt. If the blonde wants to take his chances to go running into the forest, he's welcome to try, but there's no telling how skilled this group is in hunting down an escaped catch. Or what might be in the woods.
It also doesn't seem like Band or CK are getting out of the car, so that shouldn't help with his plans to double back and swipe the vehicle for himself, though the keys are still left in the car's ignition with it running... Still hinges on escaping and getting the three of them away from the car long enough to get back. No telling if these people have a kill switch on the car, though considering the lack of modern tech in the vehicle, it's a safe gander they don't have remote operation capabilities.
Or Band can prove that she's actually not some silly child tease and the trained kidnapper she really is shines through in that quiet moment. There's nothing singsong or girlish about her voice when she speaks, replaced with a deeper, serious woman who has no problem throttling a hero for the sake of her job.
They're professionals. You don't get hired to take out a war hero on the job if you're not good at what you do. As well as keep the heroes off your trail for a day and a half.
The American holds an arm out between himself and the door, willing to catch and balance Chargebolt if he needs to. Once he's sure the hero's steady on his feet, he lowers his arm and moves his hand to the young man's back. Which, should be pointed out, he's actually wearing clothes this time. A simple shirt with the same boxers and pants as before in the motel room.]
Sure. [The man doesn't elect to follow him at least to the point of standing beside him. Instead, he stands past him, deeper in the woods, back facing Chargebolt. Band's eyes burn into the young hero's back, watching his every move while the American stays between his route to potential freedom. The is the option of running down the length of the road, but... they have a car.
You know, even Bakugou didn't bother moving until he was sure he had an opening, so it's not like a kidnapped hero is smart or dumb just because they don't make a break for it with a disadvantage.]
[ All of his haphazard plans have utterly fallen apart, and he knows it's now only going to end up with him getting hurt. 'Minimal damage' might not include escape attempts, and he needs to be as unharmed as possible to fight these people. Fuck, he feels so helpless, though. Like he's a child again, just learning the ropes and not a survivor of a whole villain war. Not a hero.
At least he has a damn shirt on.
He finishes what he needs to do (it felt like it took forever) and somewhat awkwardly tucks himself back in. It wasn't the easiest thing with the cuffs, but he'd rather avoid flashing these people.
Chargebolt stands there for a moment, staring into the woods with a determined look on his face... before his shoulders sag and he turns to head back to the car. He'll get another opportunity. A better one. He can't force this, and he's only (known to him) been gone for half a day or so.
The electric blonde sits down in the seat next to Band again, holding his arms out to her and moving his legs into wrapping range. Maybe he can at least try remaining upright like a normal person this time. ]
[To his credit, he's not dead and hasn't prompted his kidnappers to assault him further by acting out of line. Some might say it's the smarter route to actually cooperate with kidnappers after the initial fight has been lost. Wait for a better chance, don't blow a surprise until it's in your best interest. By your time and protect yourself to avoid getting hurt and jeopardizing your escape attempt later.
Probably also helps the group aren't assholes. Entirely.
Something else Kaminari might notice, however, is the faint sound of the sea. Drifting through the woods, which are also alight with crickets singing and the occasional buzz or bird. The American doesn't seem worried about him attempting to book it or rush a strike on him from behind.
Once Chargebolt turns and walks back towards the car, the man turns and heads back after him. The trunk pops open thanks to CK and he rummages around inside the back before producing a shovel and a bottle of liquid. With these, he heads back to Denki's area of "business" a moment again and starts to slosh the area with the liquid. While that's settling, he takes the shovel and starts skimming some dirt and jungle debris off the floor, careful not to take too much from one area or to leave much in the way of tracks. The debris is thrown and sprinkled over the sterilizing area, using both chemical compound and the natural covering of the forest to eliminate anything a tracking Quirk or dog might be able to pick up. Professionals. His own tracks and work are covered up easily enough and the American replaces the sealed bottle and shovel in the car trunk, then shuts it and gets back in the driver's seat.
The doors lock once more (yeah, child-proofed) and the car pulls forward off the side of the road back onto the drive. Band glances at Kaminari's offered arms and legs, glances to the rubber band around his throat, and then waves him off with a hum.]
Nah. You earned it, Pikachu.
[He can stay free for the ride. That literal choker collar can serve as his restraint(s) for now.]
[ That is very true, and he has to remind himself of that. He needs to let his head heal, too. The constant ache in it isn't helping his struggling mood. Not even the aftereffects of the new millions of volts he sometimes overdid lasted this long.
Running while wobbly was a bad idea from the start.
He did notice the sound of the sea, and that somehow brings him a bit of comfort. Denki always liked the beach, and it meant that they must be close to the coast. Hopefully still on Honshu and not Shikoku or even further. They couldn't have gotten that far in the time he knew of, so it had to be east or west coast.
Maybe. God, he hates not knowing.
Chargebolt watches the man grab the stuff from the car with a somewhat bewildered look, not sure why his piss is somehow treated like it was radioactive. It's not until the shovel is put back in the trunk again that he connects the dots. Wow. That was... some insane level of precaution and preparation. They certainly were professionals.
It's making him wonder if the American is the boss or just the leader of the goons.
At least he's allowed to be unbound (aside from his cuffs) with the choking weapon around his throat, so he wiggles his hands over to try to put a seatbelt on like a fucking human rather than a trussed-up animal. It's not easy, but he feels a little more in charge of himself when he finally makes the latch click. ]
Thanks.
[ He's not actually thankful, but at least his bladder is empty and all other physical problems can be more easily ignored. ]
[Between covering up Kaminari's presence out in the woods and Band offering to let him have somewhat limited freedom so long as he behaved himself, the group showed themselves a different kind of villain than the stereotypical grab and heave into the van style of kidnapping. Whoever's running this racket wants the blonde in better condition when he arrives.
Since there's a whole extra 24 hours of travel that Chargebolt's unaware of, unfortunately for him, they're actually quite far from where he's come from. Coming up from Shizuoka's power plan, into Yamanashi for the motel stay, then traveling up into Saitama for the duration of the day, and finally down into the delta where Saitama, Tokyo, and Chiba butt their corners as the night falls. A map for reference. It's here, along this forested road, that the car finally breaks out of the towering pines and reveals a winding road along a small mountain wall. Rock to one side, but a large flowing river on the other.
This appears to be a service road... Snaking further along the rocky edge, it winds down towards the river, and a larger forest resting on the opposite side of the river. Sitting on that side, swallowing the thread of concrete, a large power plant rests within a pushed-back curve of the stone wall and rocky beach line. It must be a hydro-power plant, considering the visible dam-like structure stretching across the river as it dumps into the ocean bay. Brackish water, mingling fresh and salt. the building is fairly casual in its design and structure, a collection of concrete, cement, steel, and other materials common in power plants. A few trees line the grounds around it, though most plant life is hardy beach topiary that can deal with the salty shores and water.
The American's car soon crosses the river, driving over the second damn structure serving as the bridge towards the power plant. An electric bolt over a blue river serves as the power plant's logo, cast on the wall of its upper right side. The closer they get to it, the larger it becomes, quickly revealing itself to be fairly impressive in size. Likely producing quite a bit of power for the surrounding areas. With a shift of the rear-view mirror, the American eyes Chargebolt in the back seat.]
[ It's all really confusing and he keeps still in his seat, watching the winding road as they go. 'Behaving' suits him best at the moment, even if the proven professionalism of these people are becoming more and more intimidating. There's either a lot of money flowing here, or a lot of loyalty.
The change in scenery makes him perk up a bit, golden eyes taking in the mountain and the river. Looks like they're heading up? Maybe?
...then he sees the mass of concrete and things start to click. A power plant, a massive one by the look of it. Chargebolt happens to really enjoy dams and the cleaner power they make, and he's seen a few. Not this one, though... Japan has over 1000 of them, so unfortunately the building and the logo doesn't tell him more than that it must be one of the bigger ones.
Taking him to a power plant is... well. Not great. He's starting to realize why he was supposed to be as little damaged as possible. Either they wanted his quirk to boost their output or they needed him to check something too dangerous to handle.
He eyes the American and sighs. ]
I was hoping it would be a little more interesting than playing giant battery.
[He'll have to keep guessing for the time being. There's no indication whether it's money or loyalty that drives the gang to do what they do. As the car pulls closer towards the power plant, and Chargebolt gives that flat line commentary with sigh, Band glances at him before offering a lazy smile, amused at his wry consternation.]
You'd make a pretty battery. Maybe they'll put you on a little treadmill, like a cute generator gerbil. Run, Pikachu, run~
[That earns a haughty sniff from CK in the front seat.]
Pikachu, Pikachu. How juvenile. They won't be putting him on a wheel, fruitcake; he's neither a hamster, nor a rat. [One white-gloved finger sticks in the air, as if claiming an illustrious discovery.] Clearly he's a Boltund, and will be best served as a electric-tracking guard hound.
[Band's eyes narrow and she leans forward, one hand catching the back of the American's seat.]
He's cute! And he has a lightning bolt shape in his hair. So obviously he's a Pikachu! Or even a Dendenne!
[The caped kidnapper shakes his head, as if he's at a loss with his teammate.]
I don't know what to tell you, Band. Obviously you've too much a focus on his appearance to think straight. A guard Boltund is the only conclusion.
[ The back and forth is interrupted by an incredulous voice from behind, still remaining in his seat. ]
I'm a Jolteon, dammit!
[ ...what is this sudden conversation? He's not sure, but if they're gonna compare him to a Boltund for guard dog reasons he's gonna complain! Sure, his nickname is always Pikachu, and he likes that well enough (when it's not infantilized by Band) but if he got to choose a Pokemon... ]
I'm not anybody's guard dog!
[ Frustrated about that and the power plant reveal, he unclips his seat belt awkwardly and points to the two arguing henchmen with accusing double fingers thanks to the cuffs. ]
So Jolteon! Not Boltund, you don't deserve Pikachu, never Pichu. There!
[ Fuck both of you and fuck this car. He tries to open the door, but it's still child locked. ]
[Both of them get cut off by the sudden incredulous protest from the back, with CK turning in his seat to look around the back of it and Band twisting her head on her neck to stare at Kaminari. Either surprised that he spoke up or that he was also a fellow nerd. The American's just... gonna put his hand on the side of his head and rub his temple.]
A Jolteon?
[CK adjusts his glasses, though doesn't take them off, simply gives them a little nudge on the side with his fingers. He does a quick up and down with his head as if to see Chargebolt for the first time, then gives a "hmm" in thought.]
But Jolteon are covered in spikes! There's nothing cute or soft about them! [And Band quickly points out the fallacies in that argument.] They don't even have a lightning bolt on them anywhere!
[Since this is obviously important. Though she's arrested by the suddenly unclipped belt and fingers pointing at her and CK. If he's going to try for the door, it's not going to help him, but they're giving Chargebolt the benefit of the doubt.]
Pichu?
[The door--
*cajunk*
--actually pops open, flying out to the side, offering Chargebolt a straight stumble/tumble out of said car. Straight into a concrete garage that looks like an unloading dock for supplies and other equipment. A few workers glance at him, wearing the same blue and yellow uniforms for bay workers, but no one seems surprised to see a famous hero tumble out of a car in the middle of a power plant loading area.]
[ Of course he's a Pokemon nerd! He loves popular things and what was ever more popular than that? Plus it's been his nickname since he got his quirk! Completely ignoring the poor American's frustration, he ends up almost eating concrete as the door opens unexpectedly.
Thankfully he catches himself, even if his wrists ache at the fall. He doesn't need any more head wounds. ]
Neither does Boltund or Dedenne! [ He protests again, wiggling a foot towards them from his half-flopped position. ] Jolteon might be spiky but they're super loyal and strong!
[ That's when he finally notices that there's other people around them. ]
Hey? Help! I've been kidnapped.
[ It's almost conversational rather than a cry for help. He just wants to see if these people are in on 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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How close are his friends? How good are these people at covering their tracks?
When the woman is told to loosen his bonds, he eagerly shows her his legs. Unless they want to carry him out and hold him like a watering can, he's going to need to walk. That's when he can take his chance. Piss, and then run. Hurry into those woods, try to lose them behind him and then lay low until morning. ]
Sure, I'll be a good boy.
[ Technically he had said he would be good during the medical aid! He didn't promise anything else! ]
Just get these off of me, unless you plan on holding my dick for me.
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As Band helps him sit up, the world spins a little, but in the evening light, there's an obvious change in scenery. Woods. Trees. And a long stretch of road heading in both directions, ahead and behind, with no end in sight. Curves, but no ends. Orange is already beginning to darken into purple as the dusk starts to take hold.
There's absolutely no one in sight, save for them. Seems they've done a fair job in covering their tracks.
Yeah, Kaminari's gonna have to swing his legs up somewhat from that weird S-position he's been lying n this entire time. But now that he's sitting up, shouldn't be so hard. Band leans down and rests her hand over the rubber bindings on his ankles. The band abruptly yanks open with a stretch, like a massive rubber band, and falls around his feet. The next one around his shins follows, as does his knees and thighs. Giving him a chance to move his legs and stretch them. Gets some blood running again.
She directs him to turn around at the waist so she can get to his arms. The band about his forearm widens and falls off as well. Though she picks it off the seat and lazily drops it over his head like a rubber lei. It flops against his chest and hangs around his neck. Before immediately shrinking, almost to the same tightness as his collar, save for being a thicker rubber tube of a choker. Lips settle right beside his ear, ghosting against his skin.]
Then be a good boy, Kaminari-kun. Unless you want to find out how much oxygen a lightning bolt needs.
[With that, the door opens and the American puts his head in, looking at the younger hero.]
Right. Out you get. I'll escort you. Without the dick holding.
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If he can break free and run, he could possibly make them look for him and double back to the car. He could drive with cuffs on, it would just be precarious to shift gears. Just put a few miles between them, get to some form of civilization and call the cavalry to pick him up.
(Sleep for a day in his boyfriend's arms and forget about all of this stupid nonsense.)
At least he now finds out why she's called 'Band', and moving his legs a bit feels pretty damn good after being weirdly curled up in the back with her. Denki turns eagerly to have her do his arms as well, but then she puts the bands around his neck rather than leave them on the seat.
Feeling her lean in like that, and the rubber tightening... shit, it drives dread like a stake into his guts. This changed his plans completely. He can run and move with cuffs, he can't do that if he's being choked. He would just pass out and they could come and collect him.
Fuck.
He doesn't have any time to protest and try to weasel his way out of the bands, because the American opens the car door and he's told to get out. Dejected, the young hero steps outside with a somewhat wobbly sense of balance. It's the first time he's been fully standing since his knock on the head, and even more dread collects in his chest. He might be too unsteady to even run very well at all. ]
Okay, okay. Let me just find a good spot.
[ After much fumbling with unknown pants and underwear with cuffs on, Denki takes his time to do his business. He uses the moment to think about his options again. He could make a break for it, probably get a bit into the woods before he falls. Even if he didn't, he would be choking as soon as Band notices.
Maybe he really is stupid, unable to enact any damn plan like a professional. ]
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It also doesn't seem like Band or CK are getting out of the car, so that shouldn't help with his plans to double back and swipe the vehicle for himself, though the keys are still left in the car's ignition with it running... Still hinges on escaping and getting the three of them away from the car long enough to get back. No telling if these people have a kill switch on the car, though considering the lack of modern tech in the vehicle, it's a safe gander they don't have remote operation capabilities.
Or Band can prove that she's actually not some silly child tease and the trained kidnapper she really is shines through in that quiet moment. There's nothing singsong or girlish about her voice when she speaks, replaced with a deeper, serious woman who has no problem throttling a hero for the sake of her job.
They're professionals. You don't get hired to take out a war hero on the job if you're not good at what you do. As well as keep the heroes off your trail for a day and a half.
The American holds an arm out between himself and the door, willing to catch and balance Chargebolt if he needs to. Once he's sure the hero's steady on his feet, he lowers his arm and moves his hand to the young man's back. Which, should be pointed out, he's actually wearing clothes this time. A simple shirt with the same boxers and pants as before in the motel room.]
Sure. [The man doesn't elect to follow him at least to the point of standing beside him. Instead, he stands past him, deeper in the woods, back facing Chargebolt. Band's eyes burn into the young hero's back, watching his every move while the American stays between his route to potential freedom. The is the option of running down the length of the road, but... they have a car.
You know, even Bakugou didn't bother moving until he was sure he had an opening, so it's not like a kidnapped hero is smart or dumb just because they don't make a break for it with a disadvantage.]
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At least he has a damn shirt on.
He finishes what he needs to do (it felt like it took forever) and somewhat awkwardly tucks himself back in. It wasn't the easiest thing with the cuffs, but he'd rather avoid flashing these people.
Chargebolt stands there for a moment, staring into the woods with a determined look on his face... before his shoulders sag and he turns to head back to the car. He'll get another opportunity. A better one. He can't force this, and he's only (known to him) been gone for half a day or so.
The electric blonde sits down in the seat next to Band again, holding his arms out to her and moving his legs into wrapping range. Maybe he can at least try remaining upright like a normal person this time. ]
Alright. Seats saved.
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Probably also helps the group aren't assholes. Entirely.
Something else Kaminari might notice, however, is the faint sound of the sea. Drifting through the woods, which are also alight with crickets singing and the occasional buzz or bird. The American doesn't seem worried about him attempting to book it or rush a strike on him from behind.
Once Chargebolt turns and walks back towards the car, the man turns and heads back after him. The trunk pops open thanks to CK and he rummages around inside the back before producing a shovel and a bottle of liquid. With these, he heads back to Denki's area of "business" a moment again and starts to slosh the area with the liquid. While that's settling, he takes the shovel and starts skimming some dirt and jungle debris off the floor, careful not to take too much from one area or to leave much in the way of tracks. The debris is thrown and sprinkled over the sterilizing area, using both chemical compound and the natural covering of the forest to eliminate anything a tracking Quirk or dog might be able to pick up. Professionals. His own tracks and work are covered up easily enough and the American replaces the sealed bottle and shovel in the car trunk, then shuts it and gets back in the driver's seat.
The doors lock once more (yeah, child-proofed) and the car pulls forward off the side of the road back onto the drive. Band glances at Kaminari's offered arms and legs, glances to the rubber band around his throat, and then waves him off with a hum.]
Nah. You earned it, Pikachu.
[He can stay free for the ride. That literal choker collar can serve as his restraint(s) for now.]
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Running while wobbly was a bad idea from the start.
He did notice the sound of the sea, and that somehow brings him a bit of comfort. Denki always liked the beach, and it meant that they must be close to the coast. Hopefully still on Honshu and not Shikoku or even further. They couldn't have gotten that far in the time he knew of, so it had to be east or west coast.
Maybe. God, he hates not knowing.
Chargebolt watches the man grab the stuff from the car with a somewhat bewildered look, not sure why his piss is somehow treated like it was radioactive. It's not until the shovel is put back in the trunk again that he connects the dots. Wow. That was... some insane level of precaution and preparation. They certainly were professionals.
It's making him wonder if the American is the boss or just the leader of the goons.
At least he's allowed to be unbound (aside from his cuffs) with the choking weapon around his throat, so he wiggles his hands over to try to put a seatbelt on like a fucking human rather than a trussed-up animal. It's not easy, but he feels a little more in charge of himself when he finally makes the latch click. ]
Thanks.
[ He's not actually thankful, but at least his bladder is empty and all other physical problems can be more easily ignored. ]
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Since there's a whole extra 24 hours of travel that Chargebolt's unaware of, unfortunately for him, they're actually quite far from where he's come from. Coming up from Shizuoka's power plan, into Yamanashi for the motel stay, then traveling up into Saitama for the duration of the day, and finally down into the delta where Saitama, Tokyo, and Chiba butt their corners as the night falls. A map for reference. It's here, along this forested road, that the car finally breaks out of the towering pines and reveals a winding road along a small mountain wall. Rock to one side, but a large flowing river on the other.
This appears to be a service road... Snaking further along the rocky edge, it winds down towards the river, and a larger forest resting on the opposite side of the river. Sitting on that side, swallowing the thread of concrete, a large power plant rests within a pushed-back curve of the stone wall and rocky beach line. It must be a hydro-power plant, considering the visible dam-like structure stretching across the river as it dumps into the ocean bay. Brackish water, mingling fresh and salt. the building is fairly casual in its design and structure, a collection of concrete, cement, steel, and other materials common in power plants. A few trees line the grounds around it, though most plant life is hardy beach topiary that can deal with the salty shores and water.
The American's car soon crosses the river, driving over the second damn structure serving as the bridge towards the power plant. An electric bolt over a blue river serves as the power plant's logo, cast on the wall of its upper right side. The closer they get to it, the larger it becomes, quickly revealing itself to be fairly impressive in size. Likely producing quite a bit of power for the surrounding areas. With a shift of the rear-view mirror, the American eyes Chargebolt in the back seat.]
Here we are, kid. Delivered safe and sound.
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The change in scenery makes him perk up a bit, golden eyes taking in the mountain and the river. Looks like they're heading up? Maybe?
...then he sees the mass of concrete and things start to click. A power plant, a massive one by the look of it. Chargebolt happens to really enjoy dams and the cleaner power they make, and he's seen a few. Not this one, though... Japan has over 1000 of them, so unfortunately the building and the logo doesn't tell him more than that it must be one of the bigger ones.
Taking him to a power plant is... well. Not great. He's starting to realize why he was supposed to be as little damaged as possible. Either they wanted his quirk to boost their output or they needed him to check something too dangerous to handle.
He eyes the American and sighs. ]
I was hoping it would be a little more interesting than playing giant battery.
[ That was just dehumanizing. ]
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You'd make a pretty battery. Maybe they'll put you on a little treadmill, like a cute generator gerbil. Run, Pikachu, run~
[That earns a haughty sniff from CK in the front seat.]
Pikachu, Pikachu. How juvenile. They won't be putting him on a wheel, fruitcake; he's neither a hamster, nor a rat. [One white-gloved finger sticks in the air, as if claiming an illustrious discovery.] Clearly he's a Boltund, and will be best served as a electric-tracking guard hound.
[Band's eyes narrow and she leans forward, one hand catching the back of the American's seat.]
He's cute! And he has a lightning bolt shape in his hair. So obviously he's a Pikachu! Or even a Dendenne!
[The caped kidnapper shakes his head, as if he's at a loss with his teammate.]
I don't know what to tell you, Band. Obviously you've too much a focus on his appearance to think straight. A guard Boltund is the only conclusion.
Pikachu!
Boltund.
PIKACHU!
Boltund, my dear.
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I'm a Jolteon, dammit!
[ ...what is this sudden conversation? He's not sure, but if they're gonna compare him to a Boltund for guard dog reasons he's gonna complain! Sure, his nickname is always Pikachu, and he likes that well enough (when it's not infantilized by Band) but if he got to choose a Pokemon... ]
I'm not anybody's guard dog!
[ Frustrated about that and the power plant reveal, he unclips his seat belt awkwardly and points to the two arguing henchmen with accusing double fingers thanks to the cuffs. ]
So Jolteon! Not Boltund, you don't deserve Pikachu, never Pichu. There!
[ Fuck both of you and fuck this car. He tries to open the door, but it's still child locked. ]
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A Jolteon?
[CK adjusts his glasses, though doesn't take them off, simply gives them a little nudge on the side with his fingers. He does a quick up and down with his head as if to see Chargebolt for the first time, then gives a "hmm" in thought.]
But Jolteon are covered in spikes! There's nothing cute or soft about them! [And Band quickly points out the fallacies in that argument.] They don't even have a lightning bolt on them anywhere!
[Since this is obviously important. Though she's arrested by the suddenly unclipped belt and fingers pointing at her and CK. If he's going to try for the door, it's not going to help him, but they're giving Chargebolt the benefit of the doubt.]
Pichu?
[The door--
*cajunk*
--actually pops open, flying out to the side, offering Chargebolt a straight stumble/tumble out of said car. Straight into a concrete garage that looks like an unloading dock for supplies and other equipment. A few workers glance at him, wearing the same blue and yellow uniforms for bay workers, but no one seems surprised to see a famous hero tumble out of a car in the middle of a power plant loading area.]
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Thankfully he catches himself, even if his wrists ache at the fall. He doesn't need any more head wounds. ]
Neither does Boltund or Dedenne! [ He protests again, wiggling a foot towards them from his half-flopped position. ] Jolteon might be spiky but they're super loyal and strong!
[ That's when he finally notices that there's other people around them. ]
Hey? Help! I've been kidnapped.
[ It's almost conversational rather than a cry for help. He just wants to see if these people are in on it. ]
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Don't you national ass me, Helen Zass.
;)
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