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GRAVEYARD
The other side...?
Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
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No, he can't think like that. He'll save it for later...or try to. ]
So, you're saying you were forced to be a traitor.
...Not that it'll magically excuse everything you did. You still went and decided to kill people yourself, no ome fucking FORCED you to do that! That wasn't anyone's choice but your own, got it?!
[ Somehow this does change things somewhat, though. He'd assumed Hawks had been a traitor for his own gain. Part of him still didn't want to believe him, but it didn't make sense for him to lie. He would never say he's feeling any semblance of relief, either. Because mostly he's still pissed off. ]
...I only don't get why you think the Commmission wouldn't keep you from taking the fall if you did your job. If they were going to force you, wouldn't they at least fucking bother to keep your ass from being revealed like that?
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Hawks feels his own anger cool slightly, He can work better with the topics shifting more. Still not the best, but he feels like he’s over the first hurdle. And less likely to get concussed by a rock.]
I was forced into being a double agent. The traitor part depends on who you ask. As for Wayne... no hard feelings towards him, I just... I couldn’t leave the Sergeant’s threat hanging. One life on my conscious seemed like a ...manageable sacrifice. Especially with all the ghost nonsense going around. [tiredly, Hawks rubs his hand over his face, a bitter chuckle leaking out] Geez, I sound just like them, don’t I...?
[Working to compose himself again, Hawks rolls his shoulder to try and loosen the tension there, and to cover for his wings mantling defensively.] How much do you know of politics, kid? Because the answer to that question boils down to politics and covering their asses.
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It was still one hell of a dumbass decision. Even knowing ghosts exist or not - shit's tenuous in this place as it is. I thought at worst you'd actually just wait for someone else to do it, and then you'd half-ass the patrol that work or something. [ ... ] And who's 'them', huh?
[ Suffice to say he really didn't expect Hawks to kill anyone unless it was an issue of self-defense. As for politics, Bakugou never had much interest or patience in that, and honestly he's not afraid to admit it. He never considered it important, but apparently these people add to the pieces of shit of society, so now he actually needs to pay attention. ]
I know jack shit about stupid ass crap like politics. But I'd like to see them try to cover their asses when everything's too busy exploding in their faces. They can't just have their fucking cake and eat it without consequences.
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[A pained expression flashes across Hawks' face before he settles it as well as he can into a neutral look.] "Them" is the Hero Commission. That's exactly what they want-- if the League is taken out through my work, I'm going to have to act pretty damn villainous. And they wouldn't want whatever actions I take to be considered sanctioned by them, since that would open a lot of problems for them over their previous and future choices.
[Hawks pauses, gathering his thoughts for how he's going to continue. He scuffs one foot on the ground and gives a bitter chuckle before picking up his explanation again.]
I was already investigating the League on my own, right after USJ. If they can't denounce me as a villain or sympathetic to them in the case of things going wrong, they're gonna to say I acted alone, unsanctioned, and let the public have at me. No one could say otherwise too, considering even Endeavor only knows I did it on my own.
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[ He knew Proheroes could make stupid decisions, but this kind didn't occur to him at all, and it's utterly frustrating to him - it's frustrating because he can see normal people doing this. But not someone like Hawks.
Is it because he put him on a pedestal? Bakugou brings his hand up and at the last minute turns to toss the rock angrily across the pond. Look at that, 22 skips! ]
As far as I'm considered they can go ahead and all go fuck themselves. If they decided to set it up like that and forced you to act as their double-agent they should be prepared to face the fucking consequences.
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[He hasn't forgotten there was a weird two-month deadline. It should be coming up soon...
Hey! No more threats of getting hit with the rock! That's a bright spot of the day.]
If you want to be a pro, kid, you're going to have to learn to play at politics or manage to change the system. One of those is a helluva lot harder than the other.
[Hawks is slowly edging into just being tired at this point. There's no good way to justify the Commission's actions, especially considering Hawks doesn't like them either.]
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[ Bakugou hasn't forgotten what the other man said about it. For...most people, anyway.
It seems clearing some things up seems to have mostly thawed things through, even if him being upset now is mostly about Hawks getting himself dead. ]
I know you're human, but it doesn't mean you're not...you know what I fucking mean! Whatever. He wouldn't have tried to kill you off unless you broke a rule or something.
[ He's having such a hard time with this, and honestly he's tired himself, even if he'd die before admitting to that. He'll just blame Dabi for this and call it a day. If that ass wasn't here, Hawks would be alive. To that last bit, he is undeniably sulking by now, evident by his answer (which he knows isn't the right one but the imagery is satisfying) here: ]
Or I could just need to slam an explosion into every single one of their faces and call it a fucking day, saving a lot of trouble in the long run.