(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[immortalpoet]

If only it was so simple.

If only one person could turn the tide, just like that.

His red eyes fix on the junk and grime around them.

"I can't take a break." He says, after a moment - he brushes a hand through his own bangs, weary. "I can't. As long as I still breathe. As long as...it still exists."

[heir_conditioned]

If it was then it'd already be true for every world. Idealistic hope is all Shoto has in that regard.

His own eyes gather that movement and what's being said. "What about after?" he asks, setting things into categories of heavy, not so heavy, and can take a few at once. "When you're done?"

[immortalpoet]

Something rueful passes his features. Oh yes. He's thought about it.

"I'll sink into a well of my own karma. That's all there is to it."

[heir_conditioned]

Shoto looks sad for a moment to hear that. He's always been brazen, but he almost isn't sure what to say. So he says what comes to his mind. "Have you considered atoning for the karma you say you deserve instead?"

He stops moving things again, sitting on one of the partly cleared, sturdier looking surfaces. "Instead of wasting yourself, if you think you've done wrongs, do something right to make up for them. Help someone pick up groceries they've dropped. Return an item to a stranger. If someone is struggling in a store, pick out the item for them. Clean up a single street, mow someone's lawn for them, shovel snow for someone who can't. Wasting your life sinking into a well of your own despair seems even more a disservice to whatever you're sinking for to begin with."

[immortalpoet]

Now that gets him to swivel on his heel to bore those red eyes into the younger man - literally ablaze, they glow a vicious light.

"I did that. I am doing that. Every day, I do that. I..."

He stops, starts, almost a little helpless - but he's bristling all the same.

"There's no use. In the end, the City took it all. Whatever good, it swallows whole. The butterfly you set free is eaten by a spider in a second. You don't know what it's been like. So be quiet."

[heir_conditioned]

Shoto isn't shaken by the glow of his eyes or the movement, either. The sudden turn doesn't seem to even make him move. None of it is threatening in his assessment of it as it happens. He stays where he is, looking on and letting his team mate feel through those emotions.

This sounds a lot like Bakugo to him, barking out something angrily only to really feel something else entirely that's his own self guilt.

"We can change the topic. I think that if those small things weren't important or of worth, you wouldn't be doing them in the first place. But I do know what a broken, demoralizing world looks like, I just never see it that way." He pushes himself off of where he's seated and does as he promised and if nothing else is said, will work quietly until a break where he can at least offer water.

[immortalpoet]

"Good for you."

Good for the optimists of the world. Maybe one time, he saw it like that, too. But he learned better, didn't he...?

Vergilius watches the other move off - stewing in his own emotions, and not a talker to begin with, he falls quiet and does his work in guilt-ridden peace. So-called peace. It's only until he sees the tip of the bottle in his vision that he turns once again to the young man.

"...Thanks." He takes it. "Did you get any for yourself?"

[heir_conditioned]

Shoto didn't become the person he is simply because of one conversati-- okay well, he didn't become the whole person he is because of one conversation, or one comment. Shoto knows that may never come for this guy at all, but that won't stop Shoto from trying to bolster him or support him through his guilt. Even if it ends up turning those angry eyes on him again.

"I don't need it, my quirk can take care of it." He produces a small ball of ice in his right hand, and melts it just as quickly in his left. "It's not infinite, but it's enough. I promise I brought that, it's not from my quirk." Because not everyone likes the idea of maybe drinking someone's ability. "We've done a lot today, and I appreciate working together."

[immortalpoet]

His...quirk.

Sure, he's seen people have abilities and powers, but its all stuff that you'd buy, with technology and surgeries. The ball of ice gets his glance, before he lets them focus back on the other's face.

"....Hm." Well, he's a polite one. He would give him that. "Is that something you were born with? This quirk."

[heir_conditioned]

Shoto nods his head, answering easily that way but also verbally. "Yes. My mother has the ability to use cold temperatures, and my father has the ability to use hot temperatures. It doesn't manifest to us until we're four though, so I haven't used it my entire life."

COMES BACK WITH STARBUCKS I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS

[immortalpoet]

"So it...mixed? In you? Weird."

As if he can say anything, given where he comes from, but he follows it up with an explanation.

"Where I come from, that stuff isn't inherited. Usually, you buy it."

Between g-mail eating things and life in general, it happens LOL no worries.

[heir_conditioned]

Wait. What? That's weird to have the DNA of his parents? Shoto is confused, but listening. Technically it is not mixed, he is chimeric but hearing that you 'buy' Quirks? Or powers? Yeah... He bets that's where his world is headed if they do nothing.

"You buy abilities? Does that mean..." Shoto gestures to his own eyes, even if they're not the red that he saw flash. "When you got angry, they changed."