Shinigami fly’s home

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#1 Shinigami fly’s home

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What an evening. By now the gates of UA and possibly half the block would ablaze. Little baby heroes all scrambling to try and help because that’s what sheep do. They scramble because someone told them when they were a child “being good is good. Get strong to beat the big bad and do good” and they fucking ate that shit up like Grammies chicken pot pie in the winter time. Fuck that. These brats need to learn their place. They need to be inspired to stay weak and pathetic so they can be crushed under foot when they act too big for their bridges.

“Ara ara” Phestus exhaled as he puffed slowly on his cigarette walking from the subway towards the facility. Two days had gone by since the Shibuya incident but it was all over the news. “Let it burn let it burn let it burn” people were shouting at the tops of their lungs as the color gang district engulfed. Pro heroes and side kicks with water and wind based quirks scrambled to put out the fire but most of society saw it as GOOD. No one would be able to tell it started from human combustion with the amount of bodies stacked. So to the people this freak accident proved to be a sign of fate and justice through karmic resolve and the heroes helping to save the area were booed, spat at. It was the best kind of hell.

Phestus took another long pull and sat on a tall concrete and stone wall that outlined a park. Another damn day another bit of chaos. It’ll all spark soon. The best part of it all? There was absolutely no one who could stop him
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#2 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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His eyes were looking dead straight as the teen sat on the subway, listening to the news talking about the incident that occurred in the color gang district. His face what the usual emotionless plain that gave naught to any bystander. But inside the young student of the U.A Academy was ravishing with delight as he heard all the havoc that has been caused. He had to give it his all to ensure a wide smirk did not show up on his face, and his true self did not surface. He had a plan in mind, and he was going to achieve it regardless of how much control he would have to exert upon himself. Regardless of how much humanity he would lose from what he was doing. Hearing about all the things the society encourages and these 'heroes' that it cherishes made him feel sick. He could not fucking stand it, it was time for a change. And change would soon come.

He was a second year student of the greatest 'hero' academy in the country. He was accepted onto the hero course after he gave the false impression of his quirk. He could not give a single squirt of piss about the course itself, his goals were the polar opposite of what they were teaching. He was there to learn how the hero world operated, he wanted to know how to fuck them up, and fuck them up he would.

The train stopped. He gently got up and made his way past the old hag who has been struggling to stand for the past half hour. If her legs snapped there and then, he would not move an inch, he didn't care.

He stepped onto the platform and lifted his black umbrella, opening it and holding it above his head. There was no rain, it was just his habit, partially to conceal his school uniform; partially to be prepared for any unprecedented events. He walked briskly towards Shibuya; the area where his home was located, it was not far from the affected area, but it was far enough to not be affected. The plan was to walk though and drain some life out of the people that were there, those filthy rats did not deserve to live; now that his facial expression was hidden by the brolly, he allowed it to come out, the devilish smile that erupted from all the pain and suffering of the people he walked past every day.

His walked on the pavement beside a park that was outlined by a concrete and brick wall and saw a man sat on it, taking in the biggest drag on a cigarette he has ever seen. 'That feel like a drag of achievement.' The youth said as he walked past, caring very little about a response from the stranger.
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#3 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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Oh my is that murderous intent I sense

Phestus crossed his leg over the other casually bringing a second cigarette to his face. The smoke burning a onyx shade of black instead of natural white. The smell of sulfur emitting from his bandaged right arm was dull and barely noticeable to the untrained about. Control over his tephmorphis was getting better each day. As he brought his right finger to the tip of his cigarette and inhaled it seemed to ignite out of nothing. No visible flame. Just a trail of black smoke and the full scent of rotten eggs.

A stranger got off the subway, young, blonde, one of those faces where you can just tell someone doesn’t want to be seen. His expression was dull, boring, empty, like his soul was churning but his body wasn’t able to comprehend what for.

interesting” {in Japanese}

The boy had popped an umbrella as he walked off the sub way. If Phestus wasn’t so perceptive he probably wouldn’t have noticed that the boy was walking with an open umbrella on a clear night. That’s when he noticed a part of a very familiar uniform. Phestus smiled to himself sucking down the cigarette literally as he swallows the whole thing.

Standing and dusting off his slick black pants and adjusting his tie with the Shinigami skull clip, he followed the boy. The direction was interesting to say the least, if Phestus didn’t know any better he’d say the boy was heading towards to freshly burnt out sector of Shibuya, the color gang district, or what was left of it anyway. Deciding to observe the young, fresh for the pickings hero, Phestus took the next ally and used his Black eclipse quirk to propel himself using black smoke to the roof top of a building a lot less burnt. If we’re being honest Shibuya wasn’t a place most hero’s go for a fun nigjt out. Phestus was amused. Lighting another cig he passed silently building to building following the boys gait.
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#4 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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Shibuya was growing bigger with each step. The destruction caused was growing bigger with each step. His satisfaction was growing bigger with each step. He was hungry, hungry for pain and suffering that he would soon be satisfied once he unleashed his presence upon the area. He had to wait, he had to wait until he was surrounded by a mass of people, then at once, unleash it all and send them all falling to the ground with close to no vitality left. He would then unleash his finishing weapon. A drop of blood here and there, the authorities will think that it was just another gang brawl gone bad, there would be no way of tracing this to a student of prestigious school who is trying his hardest to turn his life around.

His desire began to grow; his desire was overcoming the reigns he had placed upon himself, and slowly his leeching aura had begun to leak out of him and penetrate the everything within it proximity like radiation. Anyone who was caught within the area would slowly feel energy being drained out of them, slowly they would be lead to the point of exhaustion and the eventually unconsciousness. This was the true power of his quirk. But as he had grown over the years, he learn to track the people within the area through his own intelligence and gauging the amount of energy he is receiving and where it is coming from.

The area grew and he felt the energy fill him to the brim, healing his exhaustion. He was piped up and ready to go, if he so desired, he could slaughter the whole area within minutes. But, soon his attention shifted. A rather large store of life energy that was located above him, a place where people would be reluctant to go considering the current circumstances. His brisk walk came to an drastic and instant halt; a pause; a quick shift of his body; and he was looking up at the roof of a nearby building, to see the silhouette of an individual who appeared to be looking directly at him. This was beginning to get interesting.

His legs moved, they carried him to the doorway of said building, where he would find the stairs that led him to where the mysterious individual was.
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#5 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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The kids a fast mover.

Phestus thought to himself as he followed building by building. The familiar scent of charred corpse still filled the air heavily. Death, rot, and brimstone. Those smells as familiar to him as the very action of breathing itself. Did Phestus care for being the bad guy? Did he even care for his own plan? Phestus just wanted to truth. Through his 22 years of life he constantly struggled with the notion that there was ever even a good and evil. Who decided that killing someone for raping you was wrong? Who decided that butchering the man that scammed you and ruined your life wasn’t a fair action? Not the heroes, not the government, it was the people.


Phestus finished his cigarette as the boy reached the top of the stairs. Spitting on the ground twice at the site of his uniform. Since the boy began walking up the stairs Phestus could feel his strength slowly draining. Not anything crucial but still enough to notice. This boy had a very interesting gift. Phestus began finishing his thought out loud slyly engulfing the boy with his words as he fought to resist whatever this feeling of draining was.

“People, much like wind-chimes can be blown in any direction by a strong enough current. All it takes is the right amount of force. The right amount of pressure, and you can make an individual go from loving husband to ruthless killer. So why isn’t the world fair? Full of righteous chaos as it should be... it was the people. When quirks first came about the world immediately decided to defy death, the god, and the very foundation of fate. Rescuing crashing air planes with a crew and cargo meant to die, saving sinking cruise liners, stopping the mugging that was so and sos time to go. All of this to be seen as some sort of guiding light in society...

It’s weak.. it’s pathetic. It makes no sense. Now we have schools, like the one your uniform is showing right now. That groom and cultivate young inspired youths to reach some facade of strength and righteousness. I can smell the need to rampage on your still tit milk stained breath and you mean to tell me you’re some sort of what.. baby hero??”

Phestus raised another smoke to his lips. This time black smoke began slowly and subtly leaking out of his bandages. What would the poor baby hero do now. Would he understand. Speak and give some bullshit hero act like they all do. Or would he make a grave mistake right here and right now making Phestus job that much easier. The draining was an interesting feeling. After not exerting his ability for sometime, coupled with his intensive training to control the teph in his arm, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He waited for the boys response.
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#6 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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Upon opening the door that led to the roof top of the building, the youth was drowned by the verbal arsenal then unknown man had forced upon him. Carrying to walk towards the man until he was in close proximity, close enough for the two to be able to talk volume equal to that of a conversation taking place at a kitchen table. This was the perfect position for the youth, if he had to he could narros the area covered by his aura and place a lot more strain upon the man he he felt threatened. But, judging from his speech they might have a similar attitude to life, and he was going to listen carefully to what the man had to say; if the youth liked it, the man might even make it home tonight.

The speech the man delivered carried a powerful message embedded within it. He knew exactly what the man was trying to say, and he agreed with it to an extent. The small details did not matter, it was the case of restoring the world to how it should be, free of heroes, free for the people to carry out their actions the way they want to; without anyone interfering with what they are doing. The man made a mistake, mocking the youth was not a good thing to do; judging him so freely was not a good thing to do. The youth current mindset was on the brink of collapse, the collapse of his mind would send the young boy into a frenzy that was a result of years of abandonment and loneliness. He wanted to feel something, and the only response he could get out of people was pain and suffering; and he has grown good and getting that out of people.

The youths eyes shifted as he noticed the black smoke oozing out of the bandages. It was obvious that this man was ready to fight; he looked like a seasoned fighter who knew what he was capable of doing. But, to the youth this was a declaration of war. He wanted to see someone suffer, and that is exactly what he was planning on doing. Suddenly, his aura shrunk to a radius that reached just far enough to keep them man inside it. The feeling the man was already experiencing would be intensified by a severe margin.

The youth however, did not move a muscle. He remained perfectly still where he was stood, his plain gaze still upon the man not showing any emotions; then he opened his mouth, 'Has no one ever told you not to...' he paused for a moment as he brought his free hand to his face, dug his nails into his skin, and forced it down his face; blood would slowly seep through, '...JUDGE PEOPLE BY THEIR LOOKS!?' the youth exclaimed as suddenly his whole demeanor changed. He began to move sporadically on the spot, his movements were wild, showing his real nature that developed over the years of abandonment and loneliness.
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#7 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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Baby hero’s were so easy to break. Phestus shifted his weight onto his left foot cocking his right knee slightly. The boy had spent the entire speech listening intently. His eyes full of what could almost be confused with admiration to the common eye. “Dangerous” Phestus thought as he continued speaking. The slight indicators on the kids face proved Phestus correct. This kid was no hero. He was a brilliant blood red spider Lilly ready to Blume.

Spider lillies, when gathered in the right way, and groomed for the specific purpose, can be made into extremely toxic and fast acting poison. Phestus felt a light rush of excitement. This boy was it. What he needed. The answer to his definite never ending question, How? Feeling a sudden intense strain on his body, Phestus let out a slight “tech” as he could feel the exhaustion drain on him a lot more intensely than before. The kid began teetering, after a rather dramatic show of scarring his own face in an act of mania.

“You need to be groomed.. you need to be watered.. I’ll be taking you with me boy” he said through slightly strained breathes. He couldn’t have what could become his Vessel in the hero society damaging himself any further. Flexing his right hand his arm to include the bandages erupt into black smoke heated to the point where the bandages burned away immediately.

BLACK ECLIPSE: BLACK VEIL

IN A SUDDEN SNAP

POOOOOOFFFFF

The roof top erupted in black inky smoke. Visibility would be non existent to anyone looking at the roof or in the inky haze. That didn’t bother Phestus. This was his home. He could still feel every bit of the boys body, seeing him deeper and clearer than with his own eyes now. He didn’t understand this part of his quirk. It was like an extension of his physical sense and his mental senses as well.

His smoke began to cover himself wrapping inky shrouds around his body and solidifying in density as well, his energy was draining fast and he could feel it. “Dangerous” he thought. “Not weak” he thought again as the snake like orbs of his eyes opened and closed.

“Weak to me still”

And with that thought he used the smoke at his back to her him forward (Speed 8) as he jetted forward he raised his knees to a bent but forward of his chest position and crosses his arms in front of him. This would create a blunt battering ram of dense 190 degree smoke. He would attempt to slam into the boys chest while he was still teetering wildly causing the kid to be knocked out from a shot to his solar plexus. (Strength 8) the smoke continued around them both only growing in capacity, now rolling down the side of the building
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#8 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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The teen paid close attention to the mans every move, every action. He carefully analysed every word that came out of his mouth. It was obvious that this person was ready to take this meeting to a completely other level. But if he wanted to play; play they would. Seeing the mans posture, his build; it was apparent that his physical capabilities exceeded his own, and so hand to hand combat was no use. But, he would still have to get closer in order to unleash the full power of his quirk.

His blade was by his side, hanging loosely in his hand. the wound created was suddenly surrounded by steam, generated by his quirks healing powers. A moment late, his wound vanished along with a fraction of the power that he had absorbed from the man. The feeling of mania was still overflowing, a wild smirk on his face indicated that he was also about to take this to another level.

POOOOOF

The roof top was filled with the black ash that burned through the man bandages. The teen felt the ash burning away at his skin, but it was still not enough to cause make him worry; he was now constantly using the energy absorbed to heal the wounds created. His eyes became useless in this thick smog. He couldn't see a thing and instead he would now have to rely on his quirk. He would have to learn about himself and about how the flow of energy in his aura worked. But at this range, it wasn't so hard to do. He knew where his opponent was without looking; it was his reaction time that was the issue.

The man moved swiftly and directly. His move was not wasted and the teen had no time to react, the battering ram connected perfectly with his solar plexus, temporarily knocking the wind out of him; but this was not enough to send him unconscious. Painful it was, but his healing powers enabled him to withstand contact of that ratio. And now, the man was close; close enough for the teen to unleash his full power.

The radius of his aura was once again reduced, and now the man would feel his life force and vitality draining rapidly. And as a result, the wounds made by the ash would be healing at the same rate as they were being made, if not faster. It all depended on the intensity of the ash itself.

This bout was now depended on the next few moves of the two; one powerful strike would be enough to knock Kibou unconscious, but if the man took too long to carry it out, it would be him who would be hitting the deck.

The worst past of this is, the fact that his school uniform was being burnt to a crisp.
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#9 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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Phestus felt a rush of exhilaration! This fight would be over in the next move whether the boy or himself liked it or not. As Phestus connected with the child he first expected an instant KO. That wasn’t the case. The child seemed to have many wonderful tricks up his psychotic little sleeves. As the ash whipped and burned the boy healed at an alarming rate. Phes couldn’t help but grin deeply and sadistically. This child would indeed be his vessel.

The black smoke whirled around them both, so much so that the smoke was now rolling down the side of the building, pedestrians, the few that their were, were starting awestruck up at the structure. Someone yelled out fire! And the crowd quickly began to panick. Frantic screams and cries for hero’s. Phones dialing left and right.

The boy must’ve cranked up his ability because Phestus could really feel the impact of his strength fading. Dropping to a knee with feined defeat on his face he looked up at the child. Unsure if the boy could see his face. He brought a single half burnt cigarette to his lips and puffed. As he pulled one of the whips of smoke ignited the cigarette.

“You really have so much to learn my child. Allow me to introduce you to check mate”

And with that all the smoke on the roof would almost instantly begin forming a coffin around the boy growing in density. The smoke that had been accumulating this entire time was actually just that, a tomb for the boy to finish his tantrum in silence. As the smoke surrounded the boy Phestus would use his remaining stamina to boost himself to the corner of the the roof, moving out of that close proximity. He would slowly feel his strength returning to him and with that the bounds of the smoke coffin would get tighter and tighter. Phestus has assumed off the bat this kids strong suit wasn’t anything physical, so laying this trap from the start was nothing but a gamble on whether or not his quirk was strength based or something more interesting.

Luckily for Uncle Reaper, it was plenty more interesting. Phestus would take a seat and summon the boy towards him manipulating the smoke. Their would be heavy strain for all of this so if the boy managed to get off the roof somehow before the smoke collapsed on him then Phestus would choose not to peruse.
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#10 Re: Shinigami fly’s home

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“You really have so much to learn my child. Allow me to introduce you to check mate”

The mans voice bounded towards the suffering teenager. The pain that came from his flesh constantly being burnt was beginning to be too much for him to bare. He felt his consciousness beginning to fade; his focus was growing weaker, he was beginning to lose track of what was going on around him to the point of complete total oblivion. Utilizing stolen energy might have been his quirk, but his physical attributes were still not up to scratch to be able to hold his own in a battle of this magnitude. His psyche could not bear the suffering created by the constant burning of his flesh; it was only getting worse.

In a sudden quick movement; the master of the smoke had escaped the bounds of his quirk, stripping the teenager off his healing abilities, sealing his fate. The smoke and ash began to gather around the youth, becoming so dense that h he could not see his hands, or anything past the end of his nose. Breathing was becoming harder and harder, until the point where he was slowly beginning to suffocate. With no idea what was going on, he tried moving away by taking a step backwards, only to find that his movements were completely restricted by the dense ash. 'WHAT IS HAPPENING!?' he screamed in his mind, panic had set in and he was unable to think clearly, the pain rushing through his body was not easing off, he was on the border of collapse and then he suddenly felt that he was being lifted up and transported somewhere. Slowly his consciousness faded, and only the time would tell where he was being taken.
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