Disclaimer, don't own Log horizon or my hero academia or any other series used in this fic.
An: au,,,, ooc... Izuku is Shiroe... accidental time-travel... sort off dimension travel... winged Izuku... magical Izuku...
side note: names can flick about a bit between the names they got from hero to civilian, and ages can differ from canon
"talking"
'thinking'
Chapter 3... recognition rise
it was quite tonight, which might be a good thing Eraserhead decided as he noticed a curtain white figure on the rooftops.
the same figure who delivered the folder two months ago for That-Case or Hell-Case as it was now called.
jumping over the edge between one roof to the next, and calmly walked forward, no fighting stance and the capture weapon wasn't at the ready. Eraserhead had already noticed that the not-vigilante's staff was missing.
"why don't you take a seat Eraserhead" Enchanter spoke voice calm not worried in the slightest.
The underground hero had to stop himself from freezing at the sudden request, and saw how Enchanter's blue glowing eyes shimmered thru the see thru visor. even with the visor possible intentionally acting as if a barrier something solid that's between those so very intense eyes and whoever he where looking at.
There is something distinctly unnerving, non-human about the gaze and Eraserhead couldn't place what it was. just that Enchanter's eyes were honestly scarier than Nezu's while just as sharp keen intelligence shone in Nezu's black eyes there was something else that shone in Enchanter's.
it was an raw might of hidden knowledge and unknown mysteries you couldn't even begin to comprehend.
And the feel that he was not merely looking at him but thru him right into ones soul.
Relaxing after a moment he slunk down before taking a seat on the rim just out of arm's reach, having the distinct feeling that Enchanter was curious of him.
"so you're the one they call Enchanter" the pro hero asked keeping his voice disinterest but Enchanter easily sensed the intrigue.
"the name actually stuck?" Enchanter asked with honest surprise and Aizawa instantly decided it was impossible to tell the age from it, neither deep or light, it was as if silk.
"you didn't know?" Eraserhead asked and the vigilante no pseudo-hero hummed.
"didn't expect that name of all things to actually stick but it's what I am" Enchanter said, and Aizawa picked up on that he didn't say Who... rather Enchanter said What I Am.
Interesting... Aizawa honestly didn't know what to make of the white dressed man.
Enchanter was complicated and the police knew extremely little of him, and Aizawa where now getting the feeling that Enchanter wasn't even trying to hide it.
just that he simply where a naturally elusive person that vanished in shadows as if breathing because that was simply his Nature.
"usually it's very thin slope between vigilante and villain, but as long as you don't go down that slope and commit any major crimes, I have no reason to turn you in" Eraserhead started.
"you could be a hero Enchanter"
The not-vigilante let out a laugh at that and Eraserhead couldn't help the shudder at that laugh. There was something raw in it, and nothing about it was joyful either no it felt more sorrowful an old wound torn open.
After a short while Enchanter took a deep breath, calming down. "The pro hero who don't even know me says it without any hesitation and honestly truly do believe it" Enchanter spoke and Aizawa didn't like the meaning of those words.
The silent meaning that no one have told him he could before.
Enchanter didn't explain it simply shook his head.
"People care more for flashy powers and fame then truly helping for the sake to help even in costume that any True Lights or True Shadows vanish among pretenders and fakes only after fame and fortune" he spoke.
Eraserhead was silent as the words sank in, there were silent heavy meaning of what Enchanter spoke off, but it felt as if he only spoke a small portion not the full belief.
Enchanter stood up leaving silently vanishing into the shadows with practiced ease even with his pale colors that should make him easy to spot.
Eraserhead was not sure how long he sat there or exactly when enchanter left, before stood up and moved to continue his own patrol. his mind thinking on what enchanter spoke of.
/
Shiro moved quietly, his senses tugging at him leading him toward somewhere important.
He could practically taste and feel the shift in the flow as he got closer. depending on how this went the flow of direction could suffer as major potential change as when he got Dabi as his roommate. And there's no way he's just going to ignore an opening to raise their chances to alter the Fall's outcome.
Getting closer his senses already picked up the words being spoken, and his mood darkened. 'bullies' he thought with instant distaste.
"...st give up fucking villain" someone said as Shiro moved around the corner. "still failing to become a hero" another said.
"you're never getting in you might as well give up. a villain shouldn't get in either" another said mockingly. "yeah with a quirk like that you'd better off a villain to be caught and caged"
Anger flared thru him at the words. mocking a dream, bullying and beating one down, they had no right to trample on others dreams.
"well what do we have here, discrimination, bullying, illegal quirk use to bot with assault at that, looks like we got some future thugs not even worthy to be called villains" Shiro's voice was frigid as his eyes flashed.
Shinso startled, the bullies were stared at Shiro stunned, but icy eyes glowed fiercely as the air got thicker making it harder to breath.
"you got no right telling people what they should be talking about villainous behavior. perhaps I should simply send this footage to the police, or should I simply send a copy to the reporters they'd love to public this story. the son of a famous politician with his friends exercising sever discrimination and bullying"
Shinso where gaping while the bullies they'd paled at the words "this isn't the first time you've done this either is it? Maoiri-san she's still in a hospital isn't she? what number was she first? no she was your third, and now you're thinking we'll beat him up teach him a lesson break the camera so the police can't get the footage, but then I'd simply have footage of you assaulting me" Shiro tilted his head mouth twisting into a scary smirk.
Shinso could not stop the shiver running down his spine even if he tried, while Shiro broke the bullies down with such utter ease.
"but if you did that then I'd definitely file the charge, knowing police with lie detection quirk is useful ne? that means you'd need to kill me, well not like you can I'd more likely send you to a hospital in proven self-defense and charge you with attempted murder. But are either of you willing to kill me?"
the bullies had paled to chalk white, as glowing blue eyes pierced right thru them the air felt as if trying to breath cement. the leader of the three bullies swallowed heavily stammering and slowly shook his head. "n-n-no-no"
Shiro tilted his head to the side with a deathly silence eyes half-lidded as if bored, fangs flashing from the smirk.
"then I suggest" Shiro started lifting a hand "that you leave and never bully anyone again, hire a psychiatrist, or join a volunteer group, so run along yeah?" Shiro spoke voice eerily calm.
The three gave each other worried, frightened glances before taking off, stumbling along the way but kept running.
Shinso stared at him with eyes wide looking shellshocked at the person who defended him without any hesitation.
"you okay?" Shiro asked, the pressure vanished as if it was never there, "i-I'm fine" Shinso responded sounding shocked.
"how, you're, how did you Do that?" he asked, much to Shiro's amusement at the fumbled question. Was what he did really that shocking?
"you, you just scared them off, that pressure they could barely breath and you only talked? won't you get in trouble for using your quirk like that" Shinso rambled.
Shiro chuckled interrupting the purplenetts ramble "that pressure was aura or presence making my ire tangible, anyone can learn that if they bothered but it isn't a quirk, it's just a different form of killing intent that's suited for a different use then the more common method" he responded.
Shinso stared jaw hanging for a moment, before one part of what Shiro had said truly registered. the attempted murder charge that even if they'd tried it would have failed with them in a hospital.
"can you teach me how to fight? I want to get into UA" Shinso said and Shiro blinked owlishly.
"you want to be taught by someone who might just been lying and you don't even know how good or bad I might be?" Shiro asked with raised eyebrow, wing tips fanning out slightly before folding again.
"yes" Shinso said no hesitation.
"sure" Shiro agreed, making Shinso stumble for a moment. "wait that's it? I thought you'd argue" Shinso spoke incredulously.
Shiro looked amused, "I can tell you got the dedication to put in the effort needed. it shines in your eyes, if that wasn't there" he started tapping Shinso's chest "then I'd said no because it would have been a waste of time but you won't stop will you" Shiro stated with a grin as his eyes flashed.
"lets meet up at Dagoba beach on Saturday around 8 or 9?" Shiro asked already mentally making up plans for the training session.
Shins pulled out his phone, and Shiro hummed, holding out his hand for a moment "may i...?" he started, "Shinso Hitoshi" Shinso introduced himself pulling out his phone before handing it over.
Shiro quickly went to the contacts adding a new one, before handing the phone back over to Shinso.
Shiroe
phone: n/a
e-post: Shiro
"what? no phone number?" Shinso asked noticing it missing
Shiro only shook his head with a amused smile.
but after a moment silence he answered the second question "haven't got a phone." while his visor had communication as well it's not a traditional-phone, and got some very specific contacts and at the moment only Dabi could actually reach it. he needed to be using or wearing the visor first. Perhaps he should fix that.
Shinso decided not to ask about the winged teens name. He had a feeling it was a sore subject.
Shiro's eyes flashed to the sky for a moment, "well better leave or I'll end up late, see you on Saturday and stay safe Hitoshi-kun" Shiro said giving a small wave with his hand before leaving. 'did he just read the time from the sun?' Shinso wondered mutely that was a peculiar skill.
thought there was something familiar about that name, actually there was something familiar about Shiro as a whole as if he's seen him somewhere before but couldn't place where.
/
12: Yes! Yes! Yes!
12: Enchanter got a webpage now!
Dr7co: yeah I saw, he's getting really popular even if few outside of those he saved or arrested have seen him.
H1den-m4th: I found some enchanter Merch at my local hero shop today.
12: what?!
Dr7co: for real?!
12: must have IT!
Dr7co: wasn't Enchanter a vigilante? Why would he get merch?
H1den-m4th: there is villain merch to you know. and it's not like the police has any warrant for his arrest nor are any other heroes trying to capture him which points to him not being a vigilante, but underground. They aren't on the hero rankings.
12: woah... a keyring, a poster... the cloak and visor of his suit!
H1den-m4th: how do you know he just simply didn't buy it from the same store?
Dr7co: the cloak of the costume and the one from his suit are in completely different classes. In person his cloak is way, way more impressive then the mere poster shows. Disregarding the pale gold stripe on either side the cloak is always flawlessly white to point where it feels as if myth formed tangible and bordering ominous but also for lack of better words truly magical.
H1den-m4th: eh...
12: look at the poster the visor, they made a mistake with the costume visor being solid instead of see thru.
12: wait, more impressive in person? You've Seen HIM!
Dr7co: yeah, he saved me a few months ago. Seeing him in action was so Cool!
H1den-m4th: really? Is he as impressive as the poster shows?
Dr7co: hell no, even if it's a really good pic the poster pales in comparison.
12: what?! How. whhyyyy!?
Dr7co: the poster hasn't been able to capture that inhuman n soundless grace as well as the foresight like feel of his movements nor the total comfort n ease he has wearing that suit. The poster while it tries it aren't able to show his presence either, Enchanter just feels as if a archmage royalty straight out of a elven fantasy novel, and that description may be lacking.
H1den-m4th: it's not surprising the poster lacks that, hey the key ring doesn't have feathers under the cloak either.
12: ... what feathers? wait you're right the feathers are missing!
Dr7co: mistakes are annoying but bound to happen it's not like we truly knows how his suit truly looks like under the cloak even less what said feathers are for.
12: mou... how frustrating.
Dr7aco: well I have to go, my dad's calling me
/
Sansa stared at the screen, currently going thru every post on the damn internet that even slightly mentions Enchanter. Letting out a groan, as he stared at the text eye twitching as he found something new.
Somehow someone manage to actually get some pictures of him, as Sansa stared at the picture of enchanter, cloak swirling staff in full motion to knock out the villain he where currently fighting. It was a impressive picture, wallpaper good even if not intentionally taken for that purpose, it was possible the best picture that on the vigilante no pseudo hero so far.
They can't call him a vigilante, and they got no arrest warrant out for him. Not sense retracting it 5 months in when the police got evidence that enchanter isn't using a quirk for his hero work, thus not breaking the vigilante law. And he got better record in avoiding property destruction then most pro's and there's no prof for breaking n entering either. At best they can give him a few fines but not more then that.
'is that?' he thought blankly.
"found something?" Naomasa asked pocking out from his office at the groan. After all that normally means something has been found just that one don't like what has been found.
"Enchanter got merch and a webpage now" Sansa answered making Naomasa twitch.
"why do he have merch, he's not a licensed hero?" Sansa asked holding back the groan.
"there exists villain merch too you know and he's a pseudo-hero that makes him official or official enough for this to happen with his current popularity rise" Naomasa responded. Rubbing his templet for a moment, that means an account has to be set up for enchanter that they can put the profit or his part of the merch-profit in, even if the pseudo hero can't access it until they get contact with him to give over said access.
frankly they should have expected Enchanter to get merch the moment someone managed to get actual clear pictures on him, thus got actually material to use.
There was something about Enchanter that similar to All Might even if Naomasa haven't been able to pin point what yet, but he does know that Enchanter is a lifesaver. If terrifying to his opponents he's also kind and humble from how the victims describe him and even if only truly seen by the victims he saved and villains he captured.
Naomasa already knows that Enchanter is going to become popular it wouldn't surprise him if Enchanter ranking in the popularity charts rise to the top 10 places within a year or two.
And he's not even a licensed hero yet!
'perhaps we should try and recruit him' Naomasa thought giving a sight as he stared at the screen with was that a key ring merch of his staff?
Thought they have to get an actual trail on him first and actually get in contact with him. The detective paused well it's not like he's allowed to make that call. Thought didn't Eraserhead have a casual talk with Enchanter a few days ago?
/
"Hoot!" the owl or not owl hooted in protest as Dabi entered and stopped short at the strange sight.
A small glowing see thru ball of light with giant eyes where hissing at the owl. Defensively from Shiro's shoulder and nuzzled closer from where he sat in the armchair. Letting out more of that hiss like crackle at the avian.
An actual wisp of all things.
"I'm guessing I've yet to see the wisp is because of your collars" Dabi stated, both said collars on Shiro's shirt and jackets tend to be rather lose n high more often than not.
Shiro nodded with a laugh before holding out his hand, and the wisp instantly flew to said hand using it as a small shield as it looked shyly at him curiously thru the fingers with large doe like eyes.
The little wisp is adorable and seem to claimed Shiro's shoulder as his-her-theirs? spot and didn't like the owl trying to steal it. But form how Shiro's magic tended to react neither did he.
Dabi shook his head "never mind, did you know you got hero merch now?" Dabi said and Shiro stared at him dropping the book he held in his other hand slightly as he raised a brow.
"well that went quick" Shiro said simply before shaking his head, as Dabi sat down in the sofa.
"quick? You've been around for little over a year now" Dabi stated.
"so? I'm called elusive for a reason, they only manage to get a picture off me a few days ago" Shiro said dryly to that.
"most heroes want to become famous you know, and you just go around ignoring the fame you gather" Dabi said with a laugh.
Shiro snorted and raised a brow at him. But didn't respond. Didn't need to either, Dabi is perfectly aware that Shiro couldn't care less about fame.
"why is that?" Dabi asked curiously and Shiro paused mid motion in opening up his book again.
"why don't you care for fame?" Dabi asked he may now that Shiro didn't care for it unlike most heroes who became such solely for said fame.
"should I care for it?" Shiro asked instead and the question was truly honest.
"if you want to change things you need a platform, and to have a platform you need recognition" Dabi stated and Shiro outright chuckled at that
"I don't like using fame to get what I want but I can exploit it if needed, but would this world really listen to me" he chuckled softly shaking his head at the end. Regardless of his powers he's still quirkless and that affected things allot more then it should.
"that's because no one knows you" Dabi said cutting straight to the core of the matter.
Shiro raised an eyebrow to that, faint intrigue glinted in his eyes.
"I know Shiro the Archmage the wandering enchanter, I know you're a good person possible even way to humble yet truly scary to your opponents. But I know that Musutafu wants to know you too" Dabi answered.
Shiro tilted his head looking at him curiously "a culture difference I presume? Because in Theladasia I brought as much awe and respect as I scared the hell out of others" Shiro said simply but there was a curtain amusement in his eyes at that. 'right he has a strange sense of humor' Dabi thought having almost forgotten that fact.
Dabi hummed the physically younger had a point thought. "well here people realize that you're a true hero who cares and not a mastermind planning to take over the world" Dabi said bluntly making Shiro chuckle, his eyes close in amusement.
"what are you reading anyway?" Dabi asked.
"basis of summoning" Shiro answered making Dabi blink as did the owl who hooted with a look of hope?
"why?" Dabi asked to that.
"while I'm very familiar with the theory of all three mage classes, summoner more then sorcerer I choose to practice granting surgeons and not summoning arts" Shiro said simply opening the book.
"the what?" Dabi shook his head, and Shiro held one eye closed in amusement at the reaction while the other was pinned at the fire user.
"while most main classes use the main type to refer the art to practice it like a swashbuckler uses weaponry regardless of which build you chose to wield. The mage classes differ slightly sorcerers is sorcery while summoners practice summoning, a enchanter like me practice granting-surgeon, thought the granting portion can change to master, giant or arch depending on the enchanters skill, power and experience in the field" Shiro explained.
Dabi nodded to the explanation, that made sense, "and a build is?" Dabi asked curiously he's read that term before when reading but hadn't actually gotten a explanation for what it was.
"style" Shiro responded with a single word. "build is one's chosen battle style if a bit more complex, as skills, physical stats and equipment also filters in a factor" came the explanation.
"uh" Dabi said out to that before looking at the owl. If he had to guess Shiro was reading up summoning purely due to that owl, thought he did read about summoner when he read thru the mana chapter about main classes... it hadn't interested him in the slightest. Not like healer did, thought the weapon master had peaked his interest to, after he started reading about mana it didn't click the same way the former did.
/
Shiro where ticked off, and confused, possible more confused then angered. Why the hell did Stain attack him?!
It made no sense at all. he's a shadow not a light Shiro don't give a damn about publicity or fame, even if he don't mind using it if needed, he's more then happy to ignore the fame even exist.
But no Stain still for some untold reason attacked him!
The villain had manage to slice his side open, took a while thought. As Stain noticed quickly any attack from behind just shattered the swords as they impacted on his folded wings. Much to the villain's shock as shattered sword pieces were scattered about the ally.
But Shiro's wings while recreation from his memories are still a High Level Phantasmal classed Cosmetic-Item designed to provide defenses for Raids.
He had originally gained them in the One Sin event, possible the hardest to strike Theladasia, and hundreds of adventures failed to win as normal legion raid tactics didn't work due to the area field the boss provided prevented any more then one-party form entering, and the field vision was also miniscule. But Shiroe is a Legendary Adventurer for a reason and one of the few who is capable of taking on raids solo.
but it was extremly rare for him to do so, not only because it's a nightmare to attempt it. The amount of preparation needed beforehand, so one could probbaly count on one hand the number of times he ever pulled off that stunt. he had still mixed skills and leveled subclasses in rather peculir combinations to allow a warmage build to be formed.
Thought gaining the wings as a reward for beating the one-sin boss had came as a total surprise. They quickly became a part of his character and recognizable trait and Shiroe quickly became found of them, even more so after the catastrophe.
His staff laid broken on the side, which was annoying, and impressive. Breaking a high level staff isn't something that's done easily, and the way stain moved was scary similar to shadow-blade build of a assassin. The other where most definitely at the least lv 90 to which meant S rank.
"holy shit" was heard making Shiro blink. 'that's' Shiro thought recognizing the young hero, the blood red wings was a trait that's rather hard to miss.
/
Hawks thought where to say the least surprised, he wasn't sure what to expect or think when he found the famed underground hero enchanter bleeding out in an alley. After all he's japans most elusive shadow-hero
he's also someone who's earned Hawks' respect.
after all he never thought that someone could drag the commission's skeleton out and visible, and the commission couldn't sweep it under like they normally did.
half if not more of the commission got arrested for decades others for life. for crimes that ranged from quirk trafficking, human trafficking, child abuse, child neglect, exploitation of minors, fraud, unethical medical practices and several accounts of 3rd and 1st degree murder and that was just naming a few.
frankly Hawks didn't think anyone could have helped him, considering that he doubted anyone would consider the possibility of the commission making deals and villainous acts in the shadows.
apparently, Enchanter did.
Hawks thought it's been a joke at first when and scanned the area for any signs of lying and found none.
it wasn't until later that he overheard the police talking about the Commission case, that it had been enchanter who gathered the evidence. The evidence who was so brutal and factual that the corrupt members were caught so badly and tightly that any defense lawyers hired scrambled around like headless chickens unable to do anything as the culprits where locked away for their crimes.
what was left of the commission did what they where supposed to be doing in the first place, which was things from the hero exam, to the ranking, and archives, sometimes interactions between heroes or hero to public.
after all the commission wasn't the police force.
Enchanter had given him and several others control over their own lives again.
but...
Here Enchanter was leaning against the wall, his cloak reduced to tatters as only the hood and part of the shoulder portion remained, allowing Hawks to see the wings, that's definitely a recognizable trait.
Quirks capable of true flight are rare, while not as rare as healing or warp quirks it comes closely at a third place. partial flight or controlled landing to enhanced jumps where more common if on the more unusual side. But there's no doubt about these wings being capable of flight.
Hawks keen eyes could see the strength ripple underneath the feathers with barely contained power and could most likely simply rip the harness off if he so wanted. Wait no the harness wasn't keeping them down they where protecting the shoulder and part of his back an, sides just under the arms instead of keeping the wings strapped down. The cloak most likely added a weight but with the cloths coloring and the wings they almost seemed to vanish against the coat making them hard to notice even with large part of the cloak missing.
The wings where completely undamaged, his arm and torso not so much. There was a large cut at his arm, and an even larger deeper one at his side, even the harness seem to been broken if partially. His arm simply hanging limply at the side as the white fabric where soaked in red. This isn't good not good at all.
this was not how he wanted to meet Enchanter.
"hawks?" Enchanter asked,
okay conscious enough to recognize him that's good.
"yeah hold still you're hurt pretty badly, I'll fly you to a hospital it'll be faster than an ambulance" he carefully scooped Enchanter up, making sure not to touch the feathers, as Enchanter's wings shifted slightly. There was something about them that reminded him of his own, considering the cut at his side suddenly stopped as it reached the tucked in wings the other could most likely also harden them either passively or intentionally.
"no hospital" Enchanter said, making the crimson winged hero look incredulously at him.
"what" Hawks said flatly, he could see part of the ribs for worlds sake, why is Enchanter refusing to go to a hospital? Worrying about the police didn't matter there's no warrant on him, he's not a vigilante haven't broken that yet so they couldn't arrest him and that's if they even wanted to.
Enchanter using his unharmed arm to fish out a red bottle from his bag, quickly used his teeth to remove the cork on it, spitting that out before swallowed the contents. And Hawks eyes widen slightly as the wound seem to glow slowly closing, as blood almost fully stopped the instant he drank the bottles content.
Enchanter truly was an enigma it seemed, it wasn't as much of don't want to go to the hospital as didn't need to. "that's useful" Hawks said the injury wasn't as severe as before and Enchanter didn't look to be bleeding out anymore.
"not going to arrest me?" Enchanter asked making Hawks raise a brow to that.
"you're underground not a vigilante, even if you don't have a license there's no arrest warrant out for you and what would they arrest you for?" Hawks snorted.
gold eyes flicked to look at the wound thru his yellow visor. seeing that the blood had fully stopped now, and the ribs where thankfully no longer visible, but it's still bad even if better, thought enchanter's arm seem almost completely unharmed.
Enchanter looked toward the side as his status screen flicked back on with nearly a thought looking at his hp bar for a moment and noticed that the missing chunk only recovered halfway, and his normal regain time. he grimaced slightly, he needed the bandages and possible another bottle, or he could just wait a day and it'll be gone on it's own. adventurer regen is quite useful isn't it.
"I have supplies there to fix this fully at home, don't tell anyone where I live" Enchanter said out.
"fine, where are we going?" Hawks asked spreading his impressive wingspan and took to the skies. "Dagoba forest" was the answer.
/
Hawks eyes flicked down to Enchanter for a moment, this wasn't how he'd expected to meet the elusive underground hero.
he had overheard rom the police that they want to pull Enchanter onto their team, not that the police expected him to hear it.
That statement spoke volumes.
Add the fact that others if not looking way deeper would think enchanter is a Underground pro, most of the hero society is under that belief and the police isn't changing that opinion any time soon. The fact they're considering pulling him onto their team which will be the first in quite some time.
it was how heroes came about in the first place. the last time the cops asked for help form a vigilante consistently enough that they formed a partnership was the formation of the hero profession.
snapping out of it as he picked up on a building nearby 'we can deal with that later, when he's not hurt' Hawks thought, "you live in an old cathedral?" Hawks asked as he landed carefully.
"yes" Enchanter answered easily, as the door was opened, and they entered and the first thing that struck him was Silence.
taking a breath as hawks took in the place 'he really do live here' Hawks thought idly wondering if letting the man heal up here with such a deep wound was a good idea as Hawks put him down on the sofa
"the medical box is next to the door" Enchanter stated, and the cloak as well as coat seem to dissolve into light particles? leaving a dark turquoise suit under it. opening the box, "sit down, the kitchen is past the open door if you want something to drink, I got to fix this wound"
Hawks was about to protest, surely he didn't mean to stich himself up without any kind of pain medicine?
but Enchanter where already bandaging the injury and hawks keen eyes picked up on the markings on said bandages glowing faintly on the inside.
Hawks stared for a moment but Enchanter did not even seem to be affected by the injury anymore.
"that was quick" Hawks said after a moment.
Enchanter shrugged, "I'm not in Theladasia anymore so I can't get access to a healer and even there you couldn't always get a healer. you needed to know how to use healing items but knowing how to make them also helps" Enchanter explained easily.
'theladasia?' Hawks thought filing off the knowledge for later, giving a whistle as he looked into the kitchen, even if he's not all too sure where the electricity is coming from, this whole area seem to be forgotten for better words.
returning with a bottle of water each "here you need to stay hydrated" Hawks stated handing him the other bottle.
"so why trust me with your humble abode?" Hawks asked sitting down. 'uh, the armchair is really comfortable' Hawks thought, it was soft to his wings, but also provided a comfortable support. That was rare chairs, sofas and so on rarely ever adapted for wings, gold eyes flicked towards Enchanter's own white wings it made sense that his furniture was adapted for them.
"had better gear at home and I don't trust the hospital not to drug me just to find out who I am" Enchanter said off handedly.
Hawks titled his head there was a point there "most aren't that protective of their identities especially those who don't need to worry about being arrested or have rather obvious recognizable traits" Hawks stated.
"I'm perfectly aware that I won't be able to have a civilian identity" Enchanter said simply as he lazily stretched his own wings out along the sofas spine 'was that tribal wings on the wings?' Hawks wondered amused at that fact thought the pattern was very hard to see with how pale it is, almost melding into the white feathers.
"it's only a matter of time before pro's or police request a on site meeting instead of online request, and if they don't realize who I am then, then something's wrong" Enchanter paused.
'famous online' Hawks thought perhaps his earlier suspicion of Enchanter and Shiroe being the same person is true after all.
"don't you have anywhere you need to be?" Enchanter asked, seeing how Hawks leaned back into the armchair comfortable with no intention to move any time soon.
Hawks had no intention to leave the other alone hurt when he didn't want to go to the hospital, fast healing or not. "nope" Hawks responded cheerfully.
Enchanter let out an amused sound to that.
"my sidekicks can handle things for a few days" Hawks answered easily. "but you're really difficult to find, thought would have preferred a meeting under better circumstances"
Enchanter blinked owlishly at that.
"you've been looking for me?" he asked curiously.
Hawks's gaze softened at the question as crimson feathers fluffed up slightly. "just wanted to say thanks"
"you don't need to thank me" Enchanter stated tilting his head slightly "I could sense that something was wrong for a while now"
the sentence of what he found out was way worse then expected went unsaid and he didn't need to speak it out aloud.
"you're a humble guy Enchanter, but I stand by what I said" Hawks said.
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An: third chapter over,
And yes dabi is learning the arts of a healer, which compliments and countering some of the downsides of his quirk it's why he got interested in that mana type in the first place. Well he has to get the skills up to useful levels, first.