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uhhh let's say 3/8 since she got it all on the 7th

[earrdrums]

[It took her a while to actually get around to it - to actually hash something out with the Fourth god, to ask for something to help with her stealth. Because clearly, considering she died trying to be stealthy, it's still something she has to work on.
So to help supplement it, she asked for a very, very simple power. One that he had no issue granting her, either.
But now that she's got it? She wants to practice using it.

Which is why, whenever Izuku makes his way back into the yurt for the evening, Jiro... isn't there, even though she said she'd be. Sure, maybe she got busy, but that's not really like her to just disappear without saying something.
She even left some of her stuff lying around to boot - a couple of her jackets and most of her record collection are scattered across the mattress (which they really ought to get a frame for), while the worktable's got a couple of extra records set out beside a radio that she's gone and left running.
You'd think she'd at least have picked up after herself...]

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku isn't...terribly concerned when Jiro fails to show when she said she would, but there's a little niggling of "why" in the back of his head even so. He decides not do worry about it for the time being at least, even when he sees her things around and the radio playing. Maybe she had to run out for a minute? The yurt is a ways from Bavan even with the benefits of enhanced simulacrum speeds, so she probably just went on a snack run...

He decides to settle in for the evening regardless, planning on sitting down to write up some notes in a new notebook that he purchased for himself. He has....very, VERY little money since he hasn't tried to find work anywhere, but with a favor from Jiro he was able to borrow a bit of coin to get by. And this was all he wanted, really.

Maybe he'll just...turn the radio off first, though. It's not even on a channel with music...]

[earrdrums]

[The radio's doing nothing but letting out the very soft static and occasional pop of dead air the entire time, and as he gets closer, that's still all he'll be able to hear...
At least until he goes and turns one of its little dials.

Rather than turning off, the little appliance lets out a beep and a strange, muffled little noise, and actually shifts back a half-inch away from his finger -
But surely he's just seeing things, right? Maybe his hand just slipped or something...]

4/14;

[earrdrums]

[It's been a little while since Bakugo disappeared, but they're still none the better despite the passage of time. Sure, it might mean he's back home... but it might not as well, and there's no way to tell for sure.
At least, none that the two of them know of.
But while it's been wearing on both of them, it's been wearing on Midoriya far more, and Jiro can tell something needs to be done about it.

One evening, while he's sequestered himself away in the yurt, she's taken it upon herself to find SOMETHING that will help... it ends up taking her a few hours of searching through Bavan for it - whatever "it" may end up being - but soon enough?
She's wandered all the way back home, the sun already setting in the distance, with whatever it is she found holed up in a box in her arms.
There's even more in her locker, of course... but they'll get to that later.

She's quiet as she enters the little three-person - now two-person - tent, wandering over to where he's huddled up in his depression... and without any warning?
She dumps that box over him wholesale, absolutely covering him in its soft, tiny contents.

And then she just stands back and patiently waits, empty box in her arms and everything.]

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku had been acting strangely since Katsuki's sudden disappearance, and it wasn't just due to Katsuki himself. That was a HUGE part of it, though...

As soon as he and Jiro came to the conclusion that he'd gone home, Izuku's psyche had been battered to the point where it sort of...underwent the next change suddenly and with very little warning. He'd taken to curling up on the couch in the center of the Yurt, wrapped up there in whatever blankets or even bits of loose material and clothing tossed around that he could find. It's weird behavior, but not entirely unusual for a Gargoyle. Usually, Gargoyles would acquire some kind of hoarding instinct, the desire to keep things close to them in a specific place or nest, especially "nice" and shiny objects. But since one of Izuku's most important things/people in the world had suddenly gone home, there was nothing to fill that void. Except...well, Jiro herself. And though neither of them likely realize it, it's going to be a while before Izuku is entirely comfortable with Jiro leaving.

Like today, when she'd disappeared from the Yurt for her usual errands in Bavan. Izuku ended up sinking even further into melancholy, burying his face in his arms to avoid looking at the beams of sun filtering through the curtains they'd erected to keep Izuku safe during the day. At least the Yurt is somewhat familiar and full of things Izuku has come to know, which is even more reason for him to not leave.

That is...until Jiro returns, prompting him to lift his head up out of the pile to watch her intently as she makes her way over with a box. He's about to say something, maybe even get up and approach her, but before he can...she upends the box overtop him, causing him to almost choke on a strangled sound of surprise as he's buried in...soft things.

What?

...okay no, soft, but...not entirely comfortable. They're a little rough and itchy he's noticing as he sits up to free himself a little, reaching down to find and pick up one of them. It takes him a hot minute of staring to figure out what he's even looking at (since he'd been trying and failing to sleep), but when he recognizes it....it hits him like a truck. He looks quickly to Jiro, his grip tightening on what is very much a weird, bootleg fascimile of his favorite hero.]

W....what? H...ow?

[earrdrums]

[Her expression was surprisingly flat as she waited for his reaction - but on getting it, her screen noticeably brightens up with the smile to match.]

Surprise.

[Give her a sec, she's just gonna brush some bootleg All Mights to the side so she has a place to sit.
She's also gonna go ahead and scoop one up herself, turning it over in her hands to inspect it.]

They're pretty awful looking, right? I mean, I think they're pretty cute for what they are, but they're definitely nowhere near the kinda thing you'd go out of your way to buy.

<jack> 4/29;

[earrdrums]

>> jack has posted an IMAGE. if you wish to view, type mido.bmp

new laptop stuff. testing out how many files it can store
before you give any critique, remember i had to use my finger

[mightdoriya]

[Jiro oh my GOD

Izuku, like...he can't help but laugh. He tries not to, but he ends up sputtering anyway.

Pardon his lack of capitalization and punctuation hes laughing too much to worry about that right now.]

i look like an elf

[earrdrums]

i dunno i thought it looked more like broccoli
i'll take an elf tho, that's way better than i expected

anything else you'd like to see? i still got a long ways to go before this thing runs out of space, it looks like

Early May, after Moon Party; <d6>

[slieght]

Hey Midoriya-chan, you're not busy right?
Of course you're not, I need your assistance and all servants must be ready to serve their master at any given moment.
You know where the Java Jukebox is, right?

[He has no idea if Izuku actually does know where it is. It's a little cafe nestled in the heart of Bavan, a little mom and pop shop, and is only moderately popular with Bavanites...]

<AllMightFan1>

[mightdoriya]

[A text like that from Kokichi...it's not ominous at all. Totally not.]

I think so...I'm not sure I've actually been there before, though.

Is something wrong?

<d6>

[slieght]

[Definitely not.]

Yes something's wrong!
I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.
So I wanna go do something fun, and I wanna get to know the other agency members better!
And you're up, Midoriya-chan!!
Meet me there in...however long it'll take you to get there, okay??
Clear your schedule and bring snacks and water, we're gonna hang out all day!
And if you don't show up I'll seriously cry! I'll cry so much that I get dehydrated and die!
And I won't talk to you until we enter the Gokuhara Era, and our new, gracious prime minister releases the swarm of cicada upon us that will rip our flesh sacks to shreds and help us evolve into our true, higher forms!!!
Because then we will be beyond grudges so like.
Totes I'll just forgive you on principal.
BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU BEFORE THEN!!!!!

we'll just say today, 6/26

[zutsuki]

[He'd be lying if he said he had any idea how to face Izuku right now. It hadn't been his choice to go feral the way he had, that much he knew, but... Well, maybe it was still a little bit scary. He'd only seen him a few times, since he didn't leave the park very often once he was even back in Bavan, but the first time he'd been downright ashamed of how he'd immediately backpedaled to stay out of sight. He wasn't scared of him... Was he?]

[Given that he'd let over a week pass, he was starting to think that maybe he actually was. He'd headed toward the Yurt at least three times and backed out at the last minute, but no more. He had to figure this out, had to at least talk to him-- he didn't know Izuku too well, but he knew well enough that he'd be beating himself up about the situation, and that just wouldn't do.]

[So he's marching his way to the Yurt for the fourth and final time, and the sounds of another monster in the woods surrounding the place are... disconcerting, but it's fine. He stops and lays completely flat on the forest floor for a few minutes to try and calm his racing heartbeat, and when he gets up again he catches a glimpse of familiar green fur. He ignores that it sends his heart into his throat, and forces himself forward anyway.]

H--hey! Midoriya! [He just hopes this isn't a familiar meeting in the woods.]

[mightdoriya]

[Most of the time, dense forests like these would be unnerving to be in alone, especially in a place full of monsters like Ryslig. But ever since he'd become a werewolf, Izuku felt more at home here than he did in an open field or even indoors sometimes. Even though he could be his "normal" self right now insomuch as he'd have human features along with the more doglike ones until the sun fully set, he finds himself embracing his much smaller, much faster travel form for the time being. To the uninformed, he might just be any other wild animal in the forest...with green fur.

He's not out here for any specific reason other than to clear his head. Or to attempt to, as hard as that is for him to do normally. A lot has happened in just the span of the last week, much less this whole month...it's tiring to say the least, even if he feels like he's maybe redeemed himself in just the smallest of ways by attempting to protect Bavan and it's people during the whole kaiju crisis.

Then...he hears a voice, and he goes completely still. He turns his head around without moving his body, his face not as capable of showing expression in this form as normal, though familiar all the same. He's not the hulking beast of a monster he once was before, but a gangly mutt of a creature with familiar and old scars marring his fur, along with a new one running over his left eye.

In the span of a second, both of his floppy ears flatten against his head and his tail curls up between his legs, his body lowering half it's height to the ground. He watches Tanjiro like an animal cornered in a cage.

How are Tanjiro's reflexes, exactly, because Izuku is going to try to bolt in any direction that isn't towards where the Gargoyle is standing.]

[zutsuki]

[He recognizes the look of fear well enough-- he's probably pretty familiar with actual wild wolves, growing up on a mountain. When his ears pin to his head and his tail curls under, Tanjiro immediately follows his lead and sinks lower to the ground, laying on his stomach with only minor difficulty.]

Please don't run, I just want to talk to you. But-- I won't chase you, if you go, I promise.

[He'll want to, though.]

6/29; post that thread with javert

[earrdrums]

[Right after she's given her cold and clean "goodbye" at the end of her discussion with the investigator, the first thing she does is gently, carefully close her laptop before placing it to the side...
Just so she can pull all of her up onto the sofa without damaging it, her cable tail already starting to slap the couch in annoyance.

And like a mix between too loud of a computer fan and a text-to-speech program left on the letter A too long, she lets out an irritated, robotic groan of annoyance as she drapes her arms over her knees.]

Why do old guys always have to act like that? It's like the moment they've got somethin' in their heads, everything else is wrong!
And everything about it is always as crusty as they are, too; he can't seriously think such an outdated way of doing things still works, can he...!?

[Honestly, someone out of this tent full of UA students was due for a classic "adults suck" rant. It may as well be her.
Is she really talking just loud enough that there's no way Midoriya wouldn't hear?

Maybe she is. Maybe.]

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku had ducked out of that particular conversation earlier. Not because he lacked things to say or wanted to avoid conflict, per say, just that...it seemed like the others had it more than well covered. They were saying things he agreed with for sure, and also in a way that he doesn't think he would have been able to voice as easily.

He's not too surprised though when he hears Jiro from across the room where he'd been sitting in a sunbeam soaking up some midday warmth in the hopes it would calm his nerves about...everything. His ears perk visibly from behind the couch before he's pushing himself upright to his feet, padding carefully around to the other side now that he can really hear the way she's whirring like she's about to blast off into space.]

I mean...I don't know him very well, but he does seem to be from a different time than ours, so. He probably does.

[Several hundred years of a gap between them notwithstanding, it doesn't make the sentiment any less pointed of course. He moves to sit on the couch's other side, pulling his tail into his lap with his paws.]

I'm glad you guys did say something more, though. I'm sorry I didn't myself, I just figured there wasn't much I could add that wasn't already said...that, and I didn't think he was going to really listen to much more anyway.

[CON...SIDERING HOW IT WENT]

7/15, evening <hinokami>

[zutsuki]

[He may not have liked the laptop much, and he may have known how to use it even less, but having fingers with dexterity again meant he could at least try. So it's early evening, shortly before sundown, when Izuku will find a series of messages.]

Midoriya!
How are your wings?
I have something for you, if you're not busy!

[He's so proud of himself. Even if that definitely took him like twenty minutes to type.]

<AllMightFan1>

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku knows Tanjiro well enough by now to know that typing that message must have been a feat for him. So he'll respond back with that in mind.]

Still sore, but I think they're slowly adjusting. I'm hoping they'll finish growing by the end of the month.

I'll meet you in the field once the sun has gone down.

7/9; here's a fun backdated thread with no context for you

[earrdrums]

[For some reason, out of nowhere, Jiro bursts into the side room where Midoriya keeps his stuff looking incredibly urgent.]

- Midoriya! I need to talk to you about something important - you got a second?

[mightdoriya]

[IN THAT CASE Jiro gets to walk in on Izuku hunched over his hoard! She might not have seen it before, or maybe she has?

It's...a lot of bootleg All Might stuff. All set up in specific piles depending on type and level of bootleggery. There are also some smaller things hidden away, shinier objects he might not have gotten entirely...legitimately, but they're his now so it's fine!!

Anyway she might as well walked in on him doing something he shouldn't with the way he's crouched like a gremlin and looking over his shoulder with wide eyes, then quickly scrambling to face her a second later.]

Y-yes, hi! What is it?

During the August event

[earrdrums]

[Jiro made many calculations, but boy, she is bad at math.

Mana told her to bake a cake, and bake something she did - her and Mina spent a good portion of an afternoon baking it together, only for Jiro to wander off to Lager Woods to eat it as she was instructed, and man...
Stuff like that does things to a person. Or a robot, in her case, considering what it's done is completely fill her incinerator to the point where it's struggling to burn it. It's been on overdrive for the last long while now, the heating elements doing their best to turn the overly dense cake to ashes like it does everything else.

But that's where it's left her, laying on the sofa in the yurt as she overheats entirely - one of her other weaknesses, something she struggles with as much as water but in different ways. It's almost like she's got a fever, a flu that's too bad for her to shake despite being inorganic...
As her friend wanders through the room, it's all she can do to just weakly call out -]

M-Midoriya...

[Just to try and get his attention. A little help, maybe.]

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku had seen Jiro's request for ingredients on the network, and had offered her an egg from his newly acquired chicken thanks to Majima- which he'd taken to affectionately calling Momo- before assuming she and Mina would probably be fine enough making the cake on their own. What he didn't realize was the extent of the quest Mana had given her, in that not only did she have to bake it, but eat the whole thing on its own...and by virtue of it being as dense as a brick, it's not going to be easily "digested" for a long while.

That's why, when he wanders back into the main room to find her in even worse shape than when he left her, the Gargoyle is immediately rushing to Jiro's side.]

Jiro-san! H...how long has your incenerator been going for like that...? I can feel the heat from it from here...

[And that's saying something, him being a Gargoyle.]

<nightshade> | 9/7

[primordialerebus]

srry this is kinda out of the blue

this is coraline? the person freaking out at the museum like a month ago?

but yeah i thought i heard u mention a hero agency?

<AllMightFan1>

[mightdoriya]

Oh! Hi Coraline-san, I remember you.

Yes, I work at the Wild Cards Agency that my friend and classmate from home set up. Did you need our services for something?