[ part of him isn't sure if she'd try to call him out on his shit or not, part of him still remembers her as a rather hesitant mage way back when, even if she'd been one of the first members of deku's party it'd taken countless battles and the journey for her to grow in confidence. he'd observed it just vaguely from the other side as their opponent, then closer once he'd finally deigned to join and when they'd fought alongside each other.
she's not wrong but hell if he might admit she's right. that and also despite everything, 'none of us are strong enough alone'--that still ruffles against his pride, it shows as he bristles a little almost like an offended cat. ] If anyone's weak in the moment, it's not gonna be me. [ that's all he'll say. even if he might have grown closer to everyone in the party he might still be loath to try to save anyone unlike deku and his little core party of bleeding hearts.
he pats her letter against her chest, a shove like a challenge but with the absence of his usual cocky grin. ]
Just believe in your own strength. Everyone here better do that because if you start worrying now if you're not strong enough, you might not be. [ here at this moment near the endgame--as far as he's concerned, it's far too late to fear or double-guess now. he'd rather never start, in his entire life. ]
[uraraka's ready for an outburst, a harsh rebuttal calling her foolish or blind, so when it never comes, she stares. first, at the leather cover of her journal, then at the hand connected to it, keeping it in place against her chest. her gaze travels past the length of his arm, the slope of his shoulders, until they find his eyes, red and so alight with certainty any protest dies prematurely in her throat.]
Al— [embarrassingly, her voice cracks mid-syllable, but she presses on and tries again, even as pink starts to dust her cheeks. this time, with her chin lifted, meeting his challenge halfway.] Alright.
[her reply comes out in an exhale of a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. it's stabilizing, and freeing, and regardless of the way fear still simmers low in the vat of her gut, threatening to spill over at any moment, she feels better knowing that bakugou thinks that she has a strength in her that's worth believing in.
closing a hand over the spine of the notebook, uraraka gently tugs it out of his grasp, smiling faintly all the while. no need for anymore letters.]
Geez, I didn't think you were in the business of giving pep talks...
[ his eyebrow twitches... almost instantly the idea that he'd do something remotely nice offends him. ] Pep talks? You wanna die? I'll fucking beat you to a motivational puddle of blood if you want it that bad! [ what?? she thinks he was trying to support her or something? yeah fucking right!! ] Come on Round Face, if you got time to write letters and shit and you're worried or whatever we can fucking train and spar until you're begging for death--!
[ maybe he can't even stop shittalking if his life depends on it.
but he wouldn't even admit that the witch's small smile practically kicks his pulse in... fury. gross. who smiles at him, that's practically an instant cause for murder right there. yes, this is a great plan. she seems more cheerful, all the better to crush her if she's in a better mood now. ]
[mostly desensitized to the filth that comes spewing from bakugou's mouth on the daily, uraraka listens along, even humming appreciatively at motivational puddle of blood—that's a new one! he's getting more imaginative with his threats...]
We can spar if you really want to. Probably not to the death, but... as long as it's light.
[she cuts into his diatribe without a moment's hesitation, flexing the fingers of her dominant hand, the one she uses to hold her mage's staff. for a second, unfocused, naked magic swirls there at her fingertips, an old friend, before she extinguishes it with a close of her fist. truthfully, she's not sure if fitting in some last minute training is all that great of an idea. they're supposed to be conserving their energy, not burning through it like lamp oil.
but he'd listened to her silly insecurities, watched her doubt herself without judgment. she'd repay him in kind, even if it meant making the upwards trek to the hellbird's nest a bit more tiring.]
Edited (takes out.. unnecessary em dash.. my kryptonite) 2019-04-25 06:13 (UTC)
[ it's the night before the fight so almost everybody would still be deep in preparations, with people like deku and iida outlining strategies and yaoyorozu still creating last-minute spells and--
bakugou prepares and vents in this way, physically, it's what he does best. and in the past he'd spar with kirishima most often, deku a little more once they'd made up--questionably. and then a little more recently, uraraka who proved to hold her own surprisingly well for being a mage. it keeps him on his toes, it's different from the brawling and weapons-based combat kirishima and deku would give him. where once he'd mostly ignore her now he finds--it's surprisingly fun facing off against her.
but he'll just keep that a secret for both of them.
the next day they rouse early; there aren't any particular witness reports of the sun bird being an early riser with the sunrise, but most attacks on countries and cities and heartland occurs later in the day when the sun is at its apex and hottest and amplifies her power.
today at dawn the silhouette of the sun bird can be seen poised at the top of a cliff in the blackened scorched highlands, her head tilted to the sun as if absorbing rays and heat. yaoyorozu is the one who's come up with the master plan to incapacitate her; as the bird enshrines the sun god it's uncertain if she could be killed or what the consequence would be.
she and uraraka are the magicians of the party and she spends the whole journey and study back in her home country to craft an enchantment to capture and seal the sun bird away, to prevent any more destruction but not destroy her just in case.
in the early morning she pulls uraraka aside to press an enchanted golden rope, thin and seemingly delicate--'if you have the opportunity, try to put this over her head or neck,'--it would paralyze or incapacitate her enough for her to complete the sealing spell. trusting uraraka with it when she's the only one who could possibly try to secure it on the bird while she's in the air. deku gathers other fighters to his side, bakugou reluctantly included, going over his own plan to try to approach and attack the boss, weaken her to the point that yaoyorozu could complete her capture spell. ]
Edited (I JUST REALIZED i misspelled rope smh) 2019-04-30 17:34 (UTC)
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she's not wrong but hell if he might admit she's right. that and also despite everything, 'none of us are strong enough alone'--that still ruffles against his pride, it shows as he bristles a little almost like an offended cat. ] If anyone's weak in the moment, it's not gonna be me. [ that's all he'll say. even if he might have grown closer to everyone in the party he might still be loath to try to save anyone unlike deku and his little core party of bleeding hearts.
he pats her letter against her chest, a shove like a challenge but with the absence of his usual cocky grin. ]
Just believe in your own strength. Everyone here better do that because if you start worrying now if you're not strong enough, you might not be. [ here at this moment near the endgame--as far as he's concerned, it's far too late to fear or double-guess now. he'd rather never start, in his entire life. ]
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Al— [embarrassingly, her voice cracks mid-syllable, but she presses on and tries again, even as pink starts to dust her cheeks. this time, with her chin lifted, meeting his challenge halfway.] Alright.
[her reply comes out in an exhale of a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. it's stabilizing, and freeing, and regardless of the way fear still simmers low in the vat of her gut, threatening to spill over at any moment, she feels better knowing that bakugou thinks that she has a strength in her that's worth believing in.
closing a hand over the spine of the notebook, uraraka gently tugs it out of his grasp, smiling faintly all the while. no need for anymore letters.]
Geez, I didn't think you were in the business of giving pep talks...
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[ maybe he can't even stop shittalking if his life depends on it.
but he wouldn't even admit that the witch's small smile practically kicks his pulse in... fury. gross. who smiles at him, that's practically an instant cause for murder right there. yes, this is a great plan. she seems more cheerful, all the better to crush her if she's in a better mood now. ]
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We can spar if you really want to. Probably not to the death, but... as long as it's light.
[she cuts into his diatribe without a moment's hesitation, flexing the fingers of her dominant hand, the one she uses to hold her mage's staff. for a second, unfocused, naked magic swirls there at her fingertips, an old friend, before she extinguishes it with a close of her fist. truthfully, she's not sure if fitting in some last minute training is all that great of an idea. they're supposed to be conserving their energy, not burning through it like lamp oil.
but he'd listened to her silly insecurities, watched her doubt herself without judgment. she'd repay him in kind, even if it meant making the upwards trek to the hellbird's nest a bit more tiring.]
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bakugou prepares and vents in this way, physically, it's what he does best. and in the past he'd spar with kirishima most often, deku a little more once they'd made up--questionably. and then a little more recently, uraraka who proved to hold her own surprisingly well for being a mage. it keeps him on his toes, it's different from the brawling and weapons-based combat kirishima and deku would give him. where once he'd mostly ignore her now he finds--it's surprisingly fun facing off against her.
but he'll just keep that a secret for both of them.
the next day they rouse early; there aren't any particular witness reports of the sun bird being an early riser with the sunrise, but most attacks on countries and cities and heartland occurs later in the day when the sun is at its apex and hottest and amplifies her power.
today at dawn the silhouette of the sun bird can be seen poised at the top of a cliff in the blackened scorched highlands, her head tilted to the sun as if absorbing rays and heat. yaoyorozu is the one who's come up with the master plan to incapacitate her; as the bird enshrines the sun god it's uncertain if she could be killed or what the consequence would be.
she and uraraka are the magicians of the party and she spends the whole journey and study back in her home country to craft an enchantment to capture and seal the sun bird away, to prevent any more destruction but not destroy her just in case.
in the early morning she pulls uraraka aside to press an enchanted golden rope, thin and seemingly delicate--'if you have the opportunity, try to put this over her head or neck,'--it would paralyze or incapacitate her enough for her to complete the sealing spell. trusting uraraka with it when she's the only one who could possibly try to secure it on the bird while she's in the air. deku gathers other fighters to his side, bakugou reluctantly included, going over his own plan to try to approach and attack the boss, weaken her to the point that yaoyorozu could complete her capture spell. ]