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[Open] 🚬 August Flames

Who: Dabi & others
What: August Catch-All
When: August
Where: Various

Content Warnings: Potential mentions of domestic/child abuse, potential mentions of murder, violence, adult language/subjects

Notes: General and specific starters and event prompts are found below. Contact under cut.

If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's CR meme post or his Event plotting post, hit me up on my contacts – Plurk (

StarSeed69) / Discord (StarSeed#3572) – shoot me a PM, or drop an ooc comment down below, and we’ll hash it out. I'm down to write a unique starter for our threads if you prefer.

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[ there is no mercy when he's destroyed a life. there was never mercy, but now— there is seering fury. 2B shrieks angrily in retaliation and doesn't budge from the raining blue cascade of fire. a lot of her skin melts away as if it were nothing, and exposes her metallic structure, capable of withstanding the heat falling through the atmosphere would throw. she spins the spear through the remaining tendrils and would cut like paper if they touch. she's insistant and assaults with organized chaos. ]

You need to die!

[ she yells this with a frustrated bellow, slinging her arm back the farthest it could go to gain destructive momentum and plow through the height of its flopping, iridescent squid flesh.

WARNING: ABNORMALITY DETECTED. INTERNAL TEMPERATURE ESCALATING. blinks across her eyes like a ghost. she's so close. she can't stop now. ]

[whether she's enraged or calm, the creature doesn't seem to show any indication of care either way. only when she interrupts its wanton destruction does it bring the focus of his far-flung anger towards her presence. burning chunks of meat land about the ground, crashing through remaining stall tops and tumbling down the boardwalks and melting glassy patches on the beach depending on where they're flung from her assault.

but since she's keeping upon it, refusing to let the creature retreat and regroup---and more importantly, regenerate---the damage is growing less severe as she no longer has to worry about getting grabbed or pummeled. only has to worry about the creature igniting itself in a furious attempt to get her to back away from it, intending for the heat to get on her or drive her off out of a nature of self-preservation.

or continue to plow down into it, driving the spear into its body. she's welcome to do that too.]

[ she may just do a touch better.

2B retreats some steps— but not to retreat. it's to pull her spear back with one hand, behind her head in the same way she would a sling, to then propel all 150kg of chassis into a skip and an amazon's spear throw. she yells as she does it, hot and swelling with anger. but it at least puts both distances between them, her damaged frame, and the further damaged squid if she's hit it. ]

[the spear hooks it right in the middle of its mantel, yanking the entire creature backwards like an arrow through a shirt. flaming liquid trails after its regenerating arms, arcing through the air in a flow before landing with a wet slap and screech far down on the beach. writhing and twisting, it tries wrenching the item free from itself, wrapping tendrils around it that can reach, though its struggles are already starting to weaken from the damage and fervor of its battle.]

[ almost! one more effort and she wouldn’t be in a good position. most of her chassis, sleek and metallic, is exposed and keeps her within attacking range. more time spent to proximate to the heat would hinder her internal workings. her vision pixelates. she moves ahead. she didn’t want this suffering to extend. she felt it within her— and a pinch of fear nipped at her senses when she recognized the sensation. die. you need to die—

2B leaps, sinks all 150 kilos of herself at top speed through her heels against the gelatinous frame— and with the last burst of great energy she could offer (before she is at a dangerous level to continue), she curls her fingers into the spear’s tall handle and pummels it as far as she could. ]

[there's a great spasm, the few regenerated tendrils jerking in writhing convulsions that intended to grab her, but ended up flopping and wriggling off to the sides. it's akin to driving her legs into lava, plunging through that gelatinous wall into the squid monster's gory insides. more of that burning liquid spews from the open wound, turning the beach sand around it into flaming glass as the creature convulses in "coughing" fits.

but such a mortal injury is too great for the regeneration and as waves seep in from the dark ocean to smother some of the flames, the creature's death spasms finally subside. eyes roll within its bulbous lenses, focusing on her once before surrendering the proverbial ghost. tentacles collapse onto the ground, splaying out in a spray of sand and flames. once last body-wracking shudder and it goes limp beneath her.

... and spontaneously combusts a minute later. one final "fuck you" after death.]

[ before 2B could break free, she is caught in it. her clothes burn away, and so does her hair. whatever artificial skin that takes the brunt of the blast leaves an iridescent chassis and blaring warning signals— she shuts down. for minutes, maybe, and she only restarts to the choke of water drowning her beneath the squid's deadweight.

she pulls herself free, gasping and coughing. it was a monster, she tells herself with the memory of a big orb staring right at her. the comfort of a small, orchid mantis imitating pearl white petals clings to her scorched strands of hair and places the tip of its foreleg against her collar bone. it was just a monster.

neither quells the sickness within her as she forces her weight up from the clash of waves to the pole of her spear. she sinks the handle to the sand, and hauls herself along.

when she's safe from the water, and safe from the heat, her legs give way. she sinks to the sand in harsh, raggedy breaths. something tells her that she could do what she needs to, and she will be safe doing it. it's not pod. a sleeper would undoubtedly listen to a part of their soul, and so 2B slumps to the advice of the omen she has yet to truly notice.

the android reboots her systems and allows the nanotechnology inside her to repair what was lost as human cells would work. she would need new clothes. she would need to cut some of her hair.

it was a monster. ]

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