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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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Dragged into that damn casino for days... He could have fought it more than he did. After freezing winter traps, inverted ranks making things crazy, realizing he would definitely not be home for Christmas or New Years, there was something about half-losing himself in the ritz of this damn place that overruled better judgement. Not all of it though, leaving him with far more a headache from too much food and focus than alcohol. Eyestrain, jaw ache, neck kink, a heady combination driving him right to bed with no memory or care of what happened as he slept.
Also the reason he doesn't rise at his usual early hour. Movement beside him, shifting and nudging at his body. For a moment, all he bothers with is a brief curl of his back, one arm twitching as if to warn whatever's touching him to back off. Again, this time more prevalent, and quickly rouses him as he realizes someone's in the damn bed with him! Bakugo jams an elbow into the mattress and flips around in a ready twist, free hand curled and primed to explode-
... holy shit. "What the fuck?!"
He's up in a flash, both hands shoved against the mattress and lock armed in a rising arch. Staring at the man across from him with a mixture of slack-jawed shock and wide eyed anger. He's- ... goddammit, no! Everything swims, his vision's bleary, feels like his brain's suddenly swollen and knocking the inside of his head. Headrush and headache simultaneously. Growling, Bakugo tries to shake the pain and stupor out of his skull, only half-succeeding as he glares up at the winged man with one eye clenched shut.
"You're back." Resigned, irritated, and even relieved. Though he hates himself for feeling that last one. "Hawks."
It's only when the kid rolls over and pushes himself up, reacting more than responding, to someone being in the same bed with him, that Hawks recognizes him. The kid who won the Sports Festival, and he's pretty sure they'd talked a little at some point when he was interning with Endeavor. Hadn't they?
In his slightly groggy state, it takes a moment for him to remember his name, but eventually he snaps his fingers, "Bakugo." he says, nodding as the boy seems to shake out whatever hangover or headache he's dealing with after addressing him. Hawks keeps that same relaxed attitude as he lets Bakugo sort himself out, even though his mind is ringing with questions and a mild adrenaline spike. Why is Bakugo here? Why are they in bed together? Why is Hawks here? What does Bakugo mean, by 'you're back,' as if he's been here before?
Instead of asking anything, for the moment, he shifts and makes sure he's completely covered by the blanket, stretching out his wings with their singed spots and awkward feather regrowth and then folding them back against his back. Little things to do, to keep his hands busy.
"Back?" he asks, after a moment, the intonation of his voice still calm and collected, a little amused, like this is a funny little incident of getting lost or something, and not jarring and a little horrifying, "You say that like I've been here before."
He takes him in, red eyes moving here, there, anywhere, grasping for whatever physical details he can gather. The scar on his neck and lower jaw, the large ones covering his back... his wings... None of those exist on his skin, though he locks his attention on those small singed spots decorating Hawks' wings. This place isn't nice enough to wipe off marks like that. This man isn't from the same time as him. Earlier. Maybe even before the Paranormal Liberation War.
Forcing his breath calmer, cussing at his chest to stop beating so hard, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as that small snap splits the air. Too loud for whatever damn reason. Grumbles pebble between his teeth as he scuffs the side of his head with his hand and looks to the side of the bed. Something that used to be there is no longer there... Answering a question he's had for a while. Not a topic he'll get into with the other hero right now.
He drops his hand and pulls his legs to sit crossedlegged under the covers about his waist. Hawks will easily notice the scars emblazon on the young man's body: two puncture wounds torn through his lower right abdomen and left shoulder, a large burst-like tear centered on his chest as if something exploded from within. If he's really from an earlier time, obviously he won't know why those are there. Composed again, he leans back with his arms crossed over his chest.
"You were. Another version of you for a few weeks." Yeah, he knows that sounds completely fucked up, so he draws a line in the air with one hand. "This is our world's timeline." Go with it. "This shithole pulls people from different points on their world's timeline." He puts his finger on the 'line' as if it's still there. "One version of you could be from Christmas." Then draws his finger backwards, indicating earlier on the timeline. "And another could be from last summer." Explaining it simple and curt. "The first time you came here, you got pulled from a few months later." And moves his finger forward, past the initial point. "That'd be from your future."
Hawks is still, allowing Bakugo to look him over, though he's not entirely sure why the boy is doing it. It doesn't occur to him that Bakugo might be from his future or that things about Hawks's appearance might have changed significantly beyond whether his wings are full or not. While the boy looks him over, some of that calm, relaxed mask slips, and Hawks goes expressionless, looking at Bakugo consideringly, sizing him up in return. For a kid who's what? 16? 17? He's got a lot of scars.
But class 1A has been fighting villains almost since the beginning, haven't they? Even Hawks knows that, despite the fact he's not UA alumni and doesn't particularly care about the school. Bakugo shifts then, and they're sitting with legs crossed and knees close, looking at each other while Bakugo makes a series of faces and grumbles and then composes himself.
"I was?" he asks, for a moment plainly startled instead of playing it off as nothing. But he shuts his mouth and listens to the rest of the explanation. Complicated, a little irritating.
"So we're not from the same time..." he says, lifting a hand to rub at the stubble on his chin, considering, retracing the lines Bakugo had drawn in the air with his mind, "And when we come here, it's not always from the same time. Gotcha."
Shifting, he finally smiles, and lets out a little chuckle, "Well, that's annoying. Is anyone else from home here?"
Sharp as ever. Noticing he was being looked at. He'll learn in a bit, when they reach that discussion topic. What Hawks does or doesn't know isn't going to stop him from making sure the other hero hasn't been dumped into this stupid place injured and lost. It's not issue for him to realize Hawks is doing the same. Tch, don't look down on him. In a few weeks, he's going to be 18. Kind of sucks he'll be having a birthday while kidnapped and imprisoned in a stupid sex hotel, but there's not much he can do about it now. There's no shame in his scars, even if he didn't have that same attitude about it when he entered U.A...
Now for the messy part. Trying to explain to Hawks how the House works. He props his elbow on the crux of his knee, jaw shoved grumpily in his hand as he messes with the invisible timeline midair with his other hand. "No. I'm from further in our timeline." Our meaning their general world's placement. "Probably about a month and a half in the future from your last memories." Given the burns on Hawks' feathers and lack of scars, he's guessing the man came from either after the Nomu attack on Endeavor or sometime during the PL War.
Obviously this mean he can answer a lot of questions Hawks has about their world, but... that's only if the man wants to inquire about them. Some people would say 'fuck no' to knowing their future. Not that it matters much to them here. Dammit, it pisses him off he's happy to see Hawks here again. He should've stayed! Not gotten kidnapped! Goddamn peacock. And yet... he's still glad.
"Aa. Shigaraki, Dabi, and Compress." Aka: Nutsack Face Lackey, Bacon Face/Crispy, and Maho Aho. Now for the painful part. "Endeavor was also here for about the same time as the previous you. But he's gone now."
Hawks certainly doesn't think there's any shame in Bakugo's scars, they're simply notable to show that he's been in a lot of fights. Possibly more than Hawks remembers, unless they'd tortured him while he'd been kidnapped before the incident at Kamino. It turns out to be the former, when Bakugo explains that he's from further in the timeline. A month and a half.
That many scars in a month and a half? What had happened?
At least Bakugo hadn't said that Hawks had died, at least not yet, and he's sure there would've been some more intense reaction if he'd died, when Bakugo first saw him. So that means he'd probably survived the encounter with Dabi that he'd been in when he was brought to this place. It's a relief, but he does want some confirmation.
"So Dabi didn't kill me during the Paranormal Liberation Front war, then, hmmm?" he asks, his voice light despite the heavy topic of conversation, as if he could hide the import of the answer to him.
The list of villains here comes then, and Hawks keeps his composure, his expression still amused and neutral. When Bakugo explains about Endeavor, though, his brows raise and he makes a bemused 'hm' in his throat. The thought of Endeavor in this place is equal parts ridiculous and incredibly hot, and Hawks does his best to focus on the ridiculous rather than the hot. Last thing he needs is making this situation awkward with a minor.
"Well, it's a shame he's not here anymore." he says, forcing a slightly crooked smile, "The villains have their leader, and we don't have ours, so we're at a bit of a disadvantage, hmmmm? How've you been handling it?"
Truly, it's pretty impressive to him that Bakugo has been handling it alone.
That many scars. Two from one war, three from the next. Hawks is a smart man. He doesn't need every detail handed to him. Putting his own conjectures together, he can ask what he wants to dig into areas he finds important. Even if some of it probably sounds crazy. Bakugo wouldn't believe someone walking in claiming to be from the future without some fucking solid evidence either. And even then, he's not even sure he'd want to know about his future.
Considering where Hawks came from, there's a lot more for him to know, none of which has much relevance to this stupid place. At least he can allay any fears over the man's injuries or death. Seeing him alive and well now, singes aside, is a relief. And frustrating. It's not like Bakugo ever wanted to see more of his world kidnapped.
"No. Tokoyami got your ass outta there and back to the medics." Before everything went complete shit with Shigaraki and that fucking giant. Details he'll go into if Hawks asks, but doesn't really intend to lay out otherwise.
Satisfied Hawks is okay, Bakugo swings his legs out from the sheets and slides off the bed, pulling one arm over his chest to pop his shoulder in a loud crack. Just because the man showed up doesn't mean he's stopping his usual routine. There's a lot here Hawks can explore and find out. Could've kept Endeavor's appearance quiet, but Hawks would've learned it from others soon enough. He should know his hero was back home.
"No one should be in this fucking place." Bakugo counters with a scowl as he drops his arm and heads towards the bathroom. Their place is back home, dealing with their own lives. Hawks sums up the current situation well enough. Perceptive as always. Disadvantage? Handling? He scoffs dismissively over his shoulder, swings his hand back, and grabs the handle. Hardly.
"I don't interact with them." Simple as that. He closes the door to give Hawks some time with his thoughts.
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Also the reason he doesn't rise at his usual early hour. Movement beside him, shifting and nudging at his body. For a moment, all he bothers with is a brief curl of his back, one arm twitching as if to warn whatever's touching him to back off. Again, this time more prevalent, and quickly rouses him as he realizes someone's in the damn bed with him! Bakugo jams an elbow into the mattress and flips around in a ready twist, free hand curled and primed to explode-
... holy shit. "What the fuck?!"
He's up in a flash, both hands shoved against the mattress and lock armed in a rising arch. Staring at the man across from him with a mixture of slack-jawed shock and wide eyed anger. He's- ... goddammit, no! Everything swims, his vision's bleary, feels like his brain's suddenly swollen and knocking the inside of his head. Headrush and headache simultaneously. Growling, Bakugo tries to shake the pain and stupor out of his skull, only half-succeeding as he glares up at the winged man with one eye clenched shut.
"You're back." Resigned, irritated, and even relieved. Though he hates himself for feeling that last one. "Hawks."
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In his slightly groggy state, it takes a moment for him to remember his name, but eventually he snaps his fingers, "Bakugo." he says, nodding as the boy seems to shake out whatever hangover or headache he's dealing with after addressing him. Hawks keeps that same relaxed attitude as he lets Bakugo sort himself out, even though his mind is ringing with questions and a mild adrenaline spike. Why is Bakugo here? Why are they in bed together? Why is Hawks here? What does Bakugo mean, by 'you're back,' as if he's been here before?
Instead of asking anything, for the moment, he shifts and makes sure he's completely covered by the blanket, stretching out his wings with their singed spots and awkward feather regrowth and then folding them back against his back. Little things to do, to keep his hands busy.
"Back?" he asks, after a moment, the intonation of his voice still calm and collected, a little amused, like this is a funny little incident of getting lost or something, and not jarring and a little horrifying, "You say that like I've been here before."
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Forcing his breath calmer, cussing at his chest to stop beating so hard, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as that small snap splits the air. Too loud for whatever damn reason. Grumbles pebble between his teeth as he scuffs the side of his head with his hand and looks to the side of the bed. Something that used to be there is no longer there... Answering a question he's had for a while. Not a topic he'll get into with the other hero right now.
He drops his hand and pulls his legs to sit crossedlegged under the covers about his waist. Hawks will easily notice the scars emblazon on the young man's body: two puncture wounds torn through his lower right abdomen and left shoulder, a large burst-like tear centered on his chest as if something exploded from within. If he's really from an earlier time, obviously he won't know why those are there. Composed again, he leans back with his arms crossed over his chest.
"You were. Another version of you for a few weeks." Yeah, he knows that sounds completely fucked up, so he draws a line in the air with one hand. "This is our world's timeline." Go with it. "This shithole pulls people from different points on their world's timeline." He puts his finger on the 'line' as if it's still there. "One version of you could be from Christmas." Then draws his finger backwards, indicating earlier on the timeline. "And another could be from last summer." Explaining it simple and curt. "The first time you came here, you got pulled from a few months later." And moves his finger forward, past the initial point. "That'd be from your future."
Confused yet?
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But class 1A has been fighting villains almost since the beginning, haven't they? Even Hawks knows that, despite the fact he's not UA alumni and doesn't particularly care about the school. Bakugo shifts then, and they're sitting with legs crossed and knees close, looking at each other while Bakugo makes a series of faces and grumbles and then composes himself.
"I was?" he asks, for a moment plainly startled instead of playing it off as nothing. But he shuts his mouth and listens to the rest of the explanation. Complicated, a little irritating.
"So we're not from the same time..." he says, lifting a hand to rub at the stubble on his chin, considering, retracing the lines Bakugo had drawn in the air with his mind, "And when we come here, it's not always from the same time. Gotcha."
Shifting, he finally smiles, and lets out a little chuckle, "Well, that's annoying. Is anyone else from home here?"
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Now for the messy part. Trying to explain to Hawks how the House works. He props his elbow on the crux of his knee, jaw shoved grumpily in his hand as he messes with the invisible timeline midair with his other hand. "No. I'm from further in our timeline." Our meaning their general world's placement. "Probably about a month and a half in the future from your last memories." Given the burns on Hawks' feathers and lack of scars, he's guessing the man came from either after the Nomu attack on Endeavor or sometime during the PL War.
Obviously this mean he can answer a lot of questions Hawks has about their world, but... that's only if the man wants to inquire about them. Some people would say 'fuck no' to knowing their future. Not that it matters much to them here. Dammit, it pisses him off he's happy to see Hawks here again. He should've stayed! Not gotten kidnapped! Goddamn peacock. And yet... he's still glad.
"Aa. Shigaraki, Dabi, and Compress." Aka: Nutsack Face Lackey, Bacon Face/Crispy, and Maho Aho. Now for the painful part. "Endeavor was also here for about the same time as the previous you. But he's gone now."
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That many scars in a month and a half? What had happened?
At least Bakugo hadn't said that Hawks had died, at least not yet, and he's sure there would've been some more intense reaction if he'd died, when Bakugo first saw him. So that means he'd probably survived the encounter with Dabi that he'd been in when he was brought to this place. It's a relief, but he does want some confirmation.
"So Dabi didn't kill me during the Paranormal Liberation Front war, then, hmmm?" he asks, his voice light despite the heavy topic of conversation, as if he could hide the import of the answer to him.
The list of villains here comes then, and Hawks keeps his composure, his expression still amused and neutral. When Bakugo explains about Endeavor, though, his brows raise and he makes a bemused 'hm' in his throat. The thought of Endeavor in this place is equal parts ridiculous and incredibly hot, and Hawks does his best to focus on the ridiculous rather than the hot. Last thing he needs is making this situation awkward with a minor.
"Well, it's a shame he's not here anymore." he says, forcing a slightly crooked smile, "The villains have their leader, and we don't have ours, so we're at a bit of a disadvantage, hmmmm? How've you been handling it?"
Truly, it's pretty impressive to him that Bakugo has been handling it alone.
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Considering where Hawks came from, there's a lot more for him to know, none of which has much relevance to this stupid place. At least he can allay any fears over the man's injuries or death. Seeing him alive and well now, singes aside, is a relief. And frustrating. It's not like Bakugo ever wanted to see more of his world kidnapped.
"No. Tokoyami got your ass outta there and back to the medics." Before everything went complete shit with Shigaraki and that fucking giant. Details he'll go into if Hawks asks, but doesn't really intend to lay out otherwise.
Satisfied Hawks is okay, Bakugo swings his legs out from the sheets and slides off the bed, pulling one arm over his chest to pop his shoulder in a loud crack. Just because the man showed up doesn't mean he's stopping his usual routine. There's a lot here Hawks can explore and find out. Could've kept Endeavor's appearance quiet, but Hawks would've learned it from others soon enough. He should know his hero was back home.
"No one should be in this fucking place." Bakugo counters with a scowl as he drops his arm and heads towards the bathroom. Their place is back home, dealing with their own lives. Hawks sums up the current situation well enough. Perceptive as always. Disadvantage? Handling? He scoffs dismissively over his shoulder, swings his hand back, and grabs the handle. Hardly.
"I don't interact with them." Simple as that. He closes the door to give Hawks some time with his thoughts.