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[ No boom... But just as disconcertingly, there's squish beneath the blonde's fingers. Not a lot of squish, of course, because faces sure do have a lot of bone beneath them ( at least his does ), but there's an unmistakable yielding of flesh; Kirishima's aware his nose is squished uncomfortably down towards his lower lip. This time, Kirishima's certain he activated his quirk. How many times have they done this? Hand to face, explosive hand meeting stoney face? Countless by now.

Absolutely stunned silence reigns between the two heroes.

And then the door opens. "Oh, Katsuki, Eijiro, you're finally awake! Well come on, sleepy-heads, you've got a big day ahead of you!" A rather wholesome-looking woman pokes her head through the door, smiling at the two boys locked in paused combat. It doesn't seem to phase her the least little bit.

Kirishima makes to pull his face out of Bakugou's grip to get a better look at her. She knows his name, but he's never met her a day in his life. Still, she seems sweet, so haplessly he offers. ]

Hi? Sorry, who--

Edited 2020-09-15 23:28 (UTC)

[ ...Well. At least he looks happy. ]

That's cool, man. I can show you what I've figured out with it so far if ya want? It came with a manual but it's even better to learn by doing, right?

[ It's okay, old man, he's got you covered. ]

Yeah, it says here that Mudbray evolves into something called Mudsdale!

Hey, do you mind if we go find somewhere to sit down, though?

[ This could take a little bit and honestly, that cardio on top of the weight-training he just did with Machop means he could use a little break off of his feet. ]

[ They absolutely have done this song and dance before. So many times and it's not always the face. It just so happens that the face is always Bakugou's favorite target. But even he is a little stumped that nothing happens. He's 100% certain that he's activated his quirk. Just to be sure, he kind of smacks Kirishima's face a few times, completely baffled by the lack of boom.

This has never happened before. Surely once he can parse that his quirk is not working, he's going to get pissed. Does anyone really want to see that? ]

The hell...

[ He's snatched away from his thoughts by yet another person entering the seen. Who the fuck is this woman and why is she speaking to them in this way? Sorry, Katsuki's brain is going to stop working for a moment. Usually he can keep up with most things, but even this is out of his league. So he blinks. And blinks some more. ]

Haaaaa?

No, I don't mind at all. And...I would appreciate it if you showed me. There are still several aspects of this place that I have yet to understand.

[Going to different time periods to prevent history from being changed is one thing, but waking up in a different world entirely is another.]

Did Mister Aizawa send you to get us?

[ Kirishima ventures, just as confused as his counterpart and desperate for things to make sense. But things just keep getting weirder and weirder.

The woman - Mom, as she introduces herself, and in such a way that anyone else would give their name that Kirishima hesitates to question it - utilizes their vulnerable state to direct them out of bed by insisting they've got a journey to head off to and a couple of backpacks in her hand. Of course more questions are asked, but ~~the yo-yo master did not answer, she just kept on yo-ing~~ Mom nimbly side-steps this by answering with things to ones they didn't ask. She lets them know it is Sunday, that their PokéGear ( whatever that is ) is in the bag along with their lunch. With utmost sincerity she asks if they know how to use a phone.

The fact they're not in either of their dorms, much less Alliance Heights becomes quickly apparent, which means Kirishima goes from just trying to keep Bakugou in check to actively signaling with his eyes and his gestures that they just better go along with things until they get a moment to regroup with each other. This is a civilian after all - a sweetly domineering one but a civilian all the same. Kirishima's not sure if she's in her right mind, but then again, he's not sure he is either.

They end up standing together outside of the shut door of a quaint little two-story house in the middle of what seems to be some sort of village, all open space with sandy ground surrounded by trees and what looks to be some sort of marina leading out to sea to their left. Kirishima's still wearing nothing but the black sweatpants he wore to bed and a look of utter bewilderment. In one hand is his brand new backpack and in the other there's an tri-colored orb of some sort that Mom handed him right when he was stepping out the door.

Now that they're finally 'alone', he turns the lost look on Bakugou. His brow furrows. ]

How do you tell if you're dreaming?

[ If this is a dream and his mind knows the answer to that, dream!Bakugou would be the one who gives it to him. If this isn't a dream and this is actually Bakugou, even better. The real guy's even smarter and it also means he's not alone in this crazy whatever-the-fuck that's happening to them now. ]

[ What a stupid question that is. Does she LOOK like the sort that Aizawa would send? Katsuki is about to tell his so-called friend what an idiot he is, but the lady sort of... Just goes on? And on and on like she hadn't heard Kirishima in the first place. To the blonde, it sort of feels like this is scripted; this is something that she has memorized.

It's a good thing that the redhead is there, actually. How many people can actually contain him when he starts to get angry? The more the woman, who calls herself "Mom," talks... The more confused Bakugou gets. This leads to agitation and there's only one way that the blonde actually expresses that. As soon as that backpack is shoved in his hands, he's gripping it tighter and tighter. If his quirk had been working - which he needs to figure out why the fuck it isn't - then that bag would have been nothing but ash. The only reason he's not yelling and threatening to kill a person for answers is because of that signaling.

As soon as they are outside though? All bets are off. He's throwing that backpack at the closest tree and yelling about how he is going to kill the bastard that's done this. ]

IF THIS WAS A DREAM THEN WHY ARE YOU IN IT, SHITTY HAIR!?

[ And Bakugou has nothing to take it out on. Except Kirishima. Oops? ]

WHAT'S WITH THIS SHIT!?

[ Because it's his dream? Maybe? More importantly: ]

I DON'T KNOW!!

[ He shouts right back, throwing his stance into a sort of star-like formation with his arms flung out and his feet planted. Both his items remain in his hands, however.

Of course, Kirishima's not yelling at Bakugou because he's angry with the other boy, he's just being loudly confused and frustrated with the entire situation. They're expressing! Emotions! ]

I WOKE UP THE SAME AS YOU! WE--

[ His attention shifts instinctively as something low and pink blitzes past them. It's... a cat? But some mutated version of one. Sure, where they're from some animals get a Quirk, but those creatures tend to become bipedal for it. Kirishima watches it haul ass towards a nearby house, apparently startled by something ( them ). The silence isn't actual silence, though... that cheery music is there, sourceless but louder and frankly horrific.

It's enough to break his train of thought and get him training tack. He gives the other a stern, serious look and squares up like they're about to throw fists. ]

Do it, man. Blast me.

[ If Bakugou can, that is. Kirishima's already suspected but has also been denying the truth: that their Quirks are gone. Looking at his own clenched fists and his forearms, seeing them stay just as smooth and soft despite flexing them as hard as he can, is sending him back to a pretty scary place. If Bakugou actually blasts him, it's really going to hurt... And Kirishima's hoping the fear of that will force his Quirk to come back.

But if he can't, well... ]

Edited 2020-09-16 03:10 (UTC)

You guys need some help?

[No offense bud, but you sure don't look like one of the locals. And, you know, Shiro is apparently genetically predisposed to locking onto teenagers who may be slightly out of their depth.]

[He'd been heading on the road again, on the way to the nearest Gym to train, and... this is what he bumps into. Behind him, trooping dutifully along, is the massive shape of his Aggron, who peers over its trainer's head, curiously.]

Everyone okay?

[ Who'd be offended by the truth? ... Okay, he knows a few people who'd fit that bill, but Kirishima isn't one of them. Chagrinned by the truth in this instance and maybe a bit hesitant to admit it, but not offended.

A spiky red mane of hair swings around, scouring for the voice that called out to him. Similarly red eyes fall atop the rather intimidating skull of the Aggron, though it's the slight glare of the sun that makes him flinch. With that and the way the Pokemon is leaning over his trainer, Kirishima doesn't see Shiro at all.

Any anxiety he'd been facing before disappears in favor of an awesome novelty. Kirishima gapes. His voice booms out loud and clear in the sort of way that says he's had a whole lot of practice being this excitable. ]

WOAH! YOU CAN TALK??

[ As if Shiro needed any more confirmation he's dealing with a moron.

Machop sighs at him. He's not at the revelation part in regards to his trainer being a moron, more wrestling with the denial stage. ]

[There's a lengthy pause. Shiro and his Aggron look at one another. Then back to the kid. This repeats a few times before the man steps out from the shadow of his pokemon, his expression creased in concern.]

[There's a massive huff from the pokemon. This is not the first time they've run into someone like this. And both of them doubt it will be the last.]

[Shiro hunkers down, sitting on his heels in front of the teen.]

Yeah. Yeah, I can. You feeling okay? You have enough water?

Oh!

[ Not only does this giant metal mini-kaiju not speak Japanese ( at least according to what Kirishima is hearing ), but he just embarrassed himself in front of a whole ass adult man. That one-two punch of disappointment sure does smart. A bit of a laugh huffs out of him and he gives a shake of his head at himself.

Machop, for his part, sat forward on his hands and practically leaned right into Shiro's space the moment he said 'water'. Kirishima sets one of his own hands between his partner's shoulders, a gesture equally reassuring and monitoring. He gives a small, grateful smile. ]

We're not hurt, but if you've got some water to spare, we'd sure appreciate it, sir.

[ And while he's getting the vibe this guy is here out of the goodness of his heart, Kirishima still feels inclined to offer: ]

I've got some money and some stuff I can pay you back with... Unless you're more of a food type of guy? [ He brightens a little more; apparently he is a food type of guy, but water is definitely more important right now. ] I got onigiri today.

Tell me about it! I've been here for like a week or so and I'm still not sure if it's a dream! I mean I'm pretty sure you don't go to sleep in dreams and wake back up in it... I think that's a thing...

[ He's running his mouth on his way over to the grassy little ledge that leads out of the cave, making a seat of it without much mind for getting his clothes a bit dirty. ]

Alright, get your 'Gear! First thing's the easiest one. Just point the top of it to any Pokemon and it should tell you about it!

[ Kirishima gestures to the space around them. Of course the Mudbray and Machop aren't the only creatures out here; there's tall grass and trees that host more wild Pokemon as well. Speaking of Machop, he is slowly circling Umatarou, hands on his hips as he sizes up the larger monster not unlike someone examining their car for damages. ]

[ Frankly speaking it isn't really Kirishima that the blonde is frustrated with either. It's this entire situation. There have been a lot of crazy things that have happened since they've enrolled in UA and the array of characters that either teach or attend are just as nuts. There are times one has to wonder if it is a school or a circus. However this just sort of takes the cake and Bakugou is just as confused as his self-proclaimed friend.

Yelling at each other is really the only way either one of them know how to express that confusion. Katsuki is a smart guy, but even he can't really figure out what the hell is going on. There's no quirk that can do this. Then again... Maybe there is. But for that to be true, the both of them would have needed to be hit by it and there's some doubt there.

Even if that's the case there is certainly one thing that couldn't happen and that's taking away their quirks. Katsuki is pretty sure that sort of ability is limited. He even takes a moment to stare at his hand while the redhead continues to flip out. Now that Katsuki's brain is kicking into gear to tear apart this situation, he's calming down. Sort of. ]

Don't be so damn dramatic. I've been trying to blow shit up since we woke up.

[ He doesn't like the idea that he's essentially quirkless. After giving Deku so much shit for it, knowing that something he had been born with it just ripped away doesn't settle well at all. But Katsuki is pretty determined NOT to show how much that thought unnerves him right now. ]

I can't do shit and neither can you.

[Umatarou finishes eating and brays in greeting to Machop, rearing up a little bit.]

I see... [Meanwhile, Tonbokiri takes out his 'gear and points it at Machop, just to make sure he can do it properly.]

Ah, so your friend is a Machop. And they are a Fighting type...does that mean they are particularly skilled in combat in comparison to other types?

[ The bray seems to snap the Machop out of whatever thought-process he was going into and he smirks up at Umatarou before smacking a fist into his hand. It's a moment where he remembers that his trainer did tell him to make his intentions clear before he put thought into action... at least for someone he wasn't in active battle with.

There's a challenge between his vocalizations and his gestures. Want to see if you're strong enough to unseat me if I climb on your back? ]

Well, he's my only Pokemon for now. [ Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, grinning. ] But we're 10 and 3 for wins and losses so far! He's pretty awesome!! He already seems to know a lot of martial arts moves.

But look, these arrow buttons let you move up and down this info like turning a page on a book. If we go down... yeah! You can see here it says he'll evolve into Machoke! And that name's a different color, right? If you want more info on Machoke, you just need to--

[ The teen seems comfortable, maybe even a little excited, to be able to teach. He makes Tonbokiri actually press all the buttons himself since that's the best way Kirishima has learned. ]

Edited 2020-09-17 02:11 (UTC)

[ Kirishima grits his teeth, clenches his arms... and relaxes somewhat. ]

...Yeah. Thought so.

[ Kirishima's Quirk is gone and so is Bakugou's. This is so distressing, he's starting to disassociate a bit. Bakugou's chastisement and strange calm actually calms Kirishima too, or rather puts him into more of the hero's working state of mind. This is... bad. And where most people under stress would be freaking the fuck out, they're the type of people who have been specifically trained to work well under it. Make no mistake, he is still quietly losing his shit right now. But outwardly, the redhead takes a breath. ]

We're close to each other in the dorms. If some villain came at us with some sort of dream quirk...

I don't know about you, but I'm never as strong in dreams as I am when I'm awake.

[ Back to dreams again. But really, what other explanation is there when you're totally unmoored from your last memory and watching a tumescent, pink cat run across a field? While sourceless music plays. What else could it possibly be? ]

[No treats is fine, because now she gets double pettins. That's a perfectly fine substitute.

That was... one of the least reassuring things he could say. It's already clear enough that this guy's a little odd, but now he's reminding Grant a bit of himself as a teenager, and that's never a good sign.] What makes you think that?

[Right. Boars.] A lot here seems to be... different.

[A pause, looking between the little pigs.]

Maybe these ones are babies.

[The way John trails off is not doing much for Grant's Crab Concerns. It's... also not as much of a distraction as that Quagsire might be hoping, and Grant watches him shuffle over out of the corner of his eye, too curious about what he's trying to accomplish to give away that he absolutely sees what's happening.

--Okay, actually, that's a little bit of a distraction.] The others look less normal?

[Dimitri.... actually pauses for a moment, his hand still on Swinub's head. It's not that he's lied to people, or even really hid the truth. Certainly he's mentioned that he's a revolting creature before, or that they're all dead, and numerous other things besides, he's sure. It's just... not something that's truly come up all that often.]

[It's not a question he's ever been asked.]

[Swinub makes some sort of movement, and the sensation against his palm stirs Dimitri into awareness again. His Tepig has been looking up at him with some concern this entire time, but Dimitri doesn't pay much mind. He just goes back to petting the other pig.]

...Perhaps.

Yet even the babies of creatures can be fierce... And then they mature, and grow, until they gore men so easily with a simple toss of their head.

That... is what I was. I destroyed so much. I slaughtered so many.... There are things that one does that strip them of their personhood. The things I'd done....

[He drifts off for a moment, not even seeming entirely there.]

A monster needs to have its claws stained in blood. It has no other purpose. Yet that senseless purpose can be directed towards others who have drunk deep of bloodied waters.

That doesn't change what it is.

...We watched a boar hunt when we were younger.

[Some of his sentences seem just a little disjointed, vaguely connected and yet seeming unsteady somehow. Dimitri doesn't notice. He just continues petting Swinub.]

[OH he's closer now, huh. Grant lets out a brief, apologetic laugh as he more or less regains his composure.] R-right. Gotta keep in mind we're not on our own here.

[Is he talking about the protection afforded by his own little ice pig, or, if only for the moment, by hanging around someone who's clearly been here much longer and has a Whole Dinosaur? Yes.]

No, we're not. They're a big help, even when they're small.

[He turns to Grant, smiling in reassurance. And offers his hand - left one. The right one's still metal after all.]

I'm Shiro.

[The Aggron does not seem to entirely appreciate the sudden movement of the Machop - as far as Aggrons go, Kuro is a fairly calm example. Except when anything appears to encroach on his trainer. But aside from looming a little taller, fixing those blue eyes flatly on Machop, he doesn't move.]

[Shiro, on the other hand, just nods, shifting his pack to rifle through for another bottle of water. Of course he has more. He wouldn't be the team dad otherwise.]

Sure, just a second -

[Only to pause, and frown in confusion at the offer of payment. Of any kind.]

No, you don't need to repay me. It's water, man. [He'll toss it to the kid, slinging his backpack into place again.] You keep your food, all right? Seems like you'll need it if you're running around out here.

[Umatarou cocks his head and considers Machop's offer for a moment before braying again to say yes, he'll accept that challenge. Tonbokiri has already started to rub off on him in terms of his attitude towards training to become strong enough to make his master proud, and he'll do what he can to make sure his trainer achieves success!]

There's so much information in this device...I'm generally more used to books, but this is certainly convenient for learning about all these creatures. [Though Tonbokiri is perfectly fine with letting Kirishima show him how to press the buttons. He usually preferred to leave these things to his more tech-savvy comrades back home, anyway.]

[ Well it's all you in this world, big guy, unless you plan to get yourself some new tech-savvy companions. ]

Yeah, but can you imagine how huge a book like that would be? There's maps and other guides in here too, not to mention a phone. [ Kirishima's eyes widen at the thought. ] And another good thing about this device is that the information can always be updating to the latest. With books they always have to publish a whole other edition. [ A little scowl. ] When I was still in school, that was a huge probl--

YO! MACHOP!

[ Kirishima's complaints about the school textbook scam industry is cut short as he watches his Pokemon leap up onto the back of Tonbokiri's with not even a running start, straddling the other's spine and grabbing fistfuls of mane. Machop gives a battle cry in response, totally ignoring the obvious note of protest in his trainer's voice. It's fine! They agreed!

Of course, Kirishima has no idea, so he's trying to hop off the ledge onto his feet. ]

Edited 2020-09-17 17:12 (UTC)

[ Likewise, the Machop does not seem to understand that he's done anything wrong by invading someone else's personal space. There's a sort of single-mindedness to him, but the fixation was temporarily broken with the touch from his trainer, who has his attention until the water actually comes out. His hand flashes out lightning quick, catching it before Kirishima can. The redhead chuffs. ]

Nice, dude.

[ There's no protest as Kirishima takes the aforementioned water bottle from the Machop and opens it, turning his attention back to Shiro. Just as he thought, the guy's a good samaritan.

He takes a couple of grateful sips from the water bottle before passing it to his Pokemon. The reason for him helping himself first might become clear when Machop begins to just guzzle the remainder; this was a lesson Kirishima already had to learn the hard way. ]

Thanks, sir. I'd warn you that there's a pretty angry Onix rolling around in there, but it looks like you guys can handle it. If you don't mind me asking, what is that Pokemon? It's awesome! It looks like something that'd come out of a movie where I'm from! Well... actually there is one actual big dinosaur hero that's real, but he doesn't have that kind of plate armor.

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