Musutafu Suburbs: Four Days Later
Kazane and Deku ran down the familiar's labyrinth. A disembodied black hand flew towards them. Calmly, she held out her hand before raising a yellow shield in front of them. It seemed to be on fire almost, patterned with solar flares and twinkling feathers. The black hand hit the wall with a thunk, and Kazane grunted in concentration. It fell lifeless to the floor. The yellow wall shimmered away in a burst of yellow sparkles.
"Focus your energy on making a wall like that. See that wave of familiars? Bring it up before they get here. I'll have a backup plan just in case, but you can do it."
Her smile was reassuring, it gave him the confidence to spread his green energy outwards. As the black hands rocketed down towards them, the green shield began to take shape. Having the appearance of pine-green paper mache, it shone ethereally. Deku gulped as the wave of familiars neared. One by one, they dive bombed Deku, seemingly unaware of the large barrier blocking their path. The snap and crunch of bone were uncomfortable to hear with each repetitive thunk, but it only caused him a slight displeasure. Every familiar dead, the cage-like labyrinth wobbled away. It was honestly very easy, not requiring his constant attention. He looked back at Kazane. She smiled and said.
"Oh! It seems as if you're very good at making shields, I'm not the best at them as you probably saw."
She looked away from him, a slight blush tinging her cheeks.
"Yours was fine! I'm sure it's just part of our natural talents and all that. I don't have a cool fire or healing ability, so you have that too. I wish I had a crossbow, I have to archaically open my book and equip a quirk before getting a weapon, and that takes just a bit longer than I'd be comfortable with in battle."
His smile was wide- genuine, but he didn't know if it reached her. His doubt and discomfort were relieved upon using the grief seed. With fascination, Deku's eyes trailed the dark cloud that shifted from his soul gem and into that familiar grief seed.
"I guess you're right Deku. I also probably haven't had much experience with creating shields either, I don't use them that often too."
It seemed as if she was talking more towards herself, reassuring her own mind instead of his. He didn't know what she had to prove.
"Why didn't those familiars drop a grief seed?"
They had seemingly defeated the familiars, evident from the destroyed labyrinth. Deku willed away his transformation, planting himself down on the curb. A duck crossed the road, passing into a nearby pond. Kazane remained in costume while she responded.
"Umm- They just don't, they're not a strong as a witch, only a fractured off essence. To get a grief seed you must vanquish an entire witch. Had we left the witch to fester, it would have grown into a witch that would then provide a grief seed. Some magical girls allow this to happen, seeing it as a way to ensure their own supply of seeds."
Deku bit his lip. He blurted out before he could control himself.
"That's terrible! Aren't we supposed to protect people from witches? The idea of letting familiars purposefully grow like some sort of sick farming game makes me sick. Have you met anybody that did that? Does it even work?"
Even while momentary, Deku had noticed that slight flash of darkness on her face. He paused, covering his mouth in his recognition of rudeness.
"Yes, I have. It does work."
He wouldn't press any further. It seemed to be a sore spot for her. Dismissing his concerns, he walked alongside her. The knight costume dispersed in a burst of golden sparkles. Feathers floated down to the floor. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Deku added.
"Thank you for showing me that! I know there's a lot for me to learn, and so I appreciate any of the help you give me."
Kazane smiled at him, it had cheered her up, erasing the impact of that flash of a dark expression.
Kyubey rounded the corner, prancing up to to the two. It waited expectantly. Deku greeted Kyubey with a wide and pleased grin.
"Kyubey! I haven't seen you in a while."
Opening his arms up, Kyubey followed the prompt and hopped up into his arms. Deku nuzzled into its fur, laughing as it purred.
"Greetings, Izuku and Kazane. I take it you have a filled grief seed?"
Nodding, Kazane approached and pet Kyubey. After a thorough petting session, it lept from Deku's arms and onto a nearby rock. The tear-drop magenta shape on its back glowed before opening to reveal a pouch.
"Why yes, Kyubey we do!"
Her words were enthusiastic, as if proud to present Kyubey with the filled and apparently now-dangerous grief seed. Kyubey nodded.
"You know what to do Kazane. Izuku, watch and see what happens!"
Passing the grief seed over to Kazane, he watched with genuine interest as she placed it in the pouch. The flap on Kyubey's back closed up around the grief seed, creating a small flare of light. Kyubey let out a small relieved sound.
"Thank you, Kazane! That felt great."
He went to her house later that night. She had a nice apartment, hardwood floors and a great view of the city. The apartment was on the twelfth floor, and so looking from the windows caused him a bit too much fear to be comfortable. Seemingly used to guests with this affliction, she noticed his discomfort and closed the curtains. Almost instantly, his fear ceased. If he couldn't see out, he could fool himself into thinking this was somebody's basement.
"Make yourself comfortable, man. Lemme go get us some snacks. Have any preferences?"
Sitting on a dark leather couch, Deku responded with a relaxed sigh.
"Hmm, I'll take a few chips and an iced tea if you have some."
The sound of a crinkling bag and pouring liquid confirmed that she did indeed have some. Bringing out a tray, he noted how ornate it was. It was certainly fine china, grapevines painted along the textured edges. Using it for snack food was a bit much, but he certainly appreciated the hospitality.
"Oh wow, taking out the good china for me? You shouldn't have. Thanks for the snacks, Kazane."
Her laughter filled the room.
"Of course, nothing but the best for my guests."
Deku enjoyed this, although he didn't know what to label it. Was he hanging out with a friend? Yes, that's exactly what this was. It had been so long since he had done so. Normally, he'd just hold himself up in his bedroom after school. This was a pleasant change, one he could get used to.
She reached for the remote, a sharp ping of static as the flat-screen flickered to life. A woman with a coiffed up hairdo sat behind a desk, reading out the daily news. Cheesy visual effects and CG accompanied the camera's shift to an on-the-scene reporter. They stood in front of a suburban street, police tape clearly outlining a squared off area. A crowd of gathered onlookers prevented them from seeing what had occurred. The lady on camera droned on.
"Last night, thirty-two-year-old Hinata Shigoya took part in the murder of his wife before taking his own life. Interrogation has revealed no motive or suspicious activities on Shigoya's end. Seemingly unexplained, we'll be keeping you updated on this case as it unfolds."
Deku fidgeted uncomfortably. It was an awkward station to turn on to. He didn't like the solemn feeling watching the news commonly invoked nowadays. Almost every day there was a new villain doing this and doing that, it was enough that sometimes it overshadowed the heroics segment of the news. In order to distract himself, he took a sip of the sweet tea, savoring the lemony taste.
"That's an ummm... Interesting choice in television channels."
Tiredly laughing, she exhaled through her nostrils. Her explanation accompanied a yawn.
"Very funny, Deku. I just watch it because it can sometimes tip me off to a witch's influence and location. I recognize the street, it's about half an hour walk from here. Luckily, it's in my territory. I'm not sure if it's the witch those hand familiars had broken off from, though."
The explanation unsurprisingly made a lot of sense. He could agree with her way of doing things, it seemed very optimized. Watching the news would indeed offer a hint as to where they should look, instead of spending an hour or two scouring her territory only to find a familiar. The night was mostly uneventful, save for a funny comment from his mother upon returning home. According to her, he had been out just a bit too late and was now becoming a 'bad boy'. It was an entertaining thought. He briefly pondered buying a leather jacket.
Musutafu Suburbs: Three days later:
The mass of writhing hands lit up in a violent burst of golden flames. Deku shielded his eyes as wind from the explosion ruffled his cape and hood. The rat-shaped mass of hands scurried away, intricately dodging a hallway full of mouse traps. It had been charred black but remained mostly unaffected. Kazane huffed in frustration, her mouth turned down in a grimace. Seemingly to her rescue, Deku aimed his green super soaker ahead of the witch before letting out a few good pumps of slime. Coating the floor in front of it, the witch unsuccessfully attempted to halt its pace by skidding with its claws dug into the floor. Stuck in the slime, the rat thrashed about unsuccessfully. Taking his chance now that the witch was stuck in place, he fired more globs of slime at the rat. Fingers poked out through the thick coating of green sludge it was cloaked with. Controlling the sludge, he willed it to bind and restrain the witch. Kazane huffed out words of support while catching her breath.
"G-good job, Deku!"
While it squealed as a trapped mouse would, he tightened his sludge's grip. The witch simply rearranged its hands instead of buckling under the pressure.
From the vantage point of a caged purse, Kazane jumped and landed between two large mouse traps, besides a gigantic coffee table. She didn't like the agoraphobia-inducing labyrinth, a giant over-sized living room. Every surface seemingly riddled with mouse holes.
Kazane faced away from the witch, kneeling as she shot bolts from her crossbow towards the large bejeweled cats. Their large diamond eyes glared at her, their glint alongside the reflection from their silver coats of fur disturbing her aim. Grunting in frustration, she threw her crossbow to the side before igniting them in a burst of golden fire. Deku cringed at the shrieking cat hisses. Mostly composed of bills and receipts, the cat familiars perished easily.
Digging around his sweater pocket, he produced his journal. Reaching his hand into Bakugou's page, Deku cursed as the green slime instantly vanished. Released and enraged, he barely had enough time to react as the hand-rat hurtled towards him. Gauntlets manifesting slower than he would have liked, he jumped out of the way a tad bit too late. Disconnected pain echoed in his left arm. Three bright red slashes throbbed angrily.
"Shit! Damn, didn't know my powers would do that. Yo, mind telling me how to heal myself now, Kazane?"
Her response was a bit too eager.
"No! I'll heal you instead, it's easier."
A glob of golden fire was sent his way as Deku dodged another swipe of the rat's claw. Instead of burning him, the fire warmed his skin, specifically, his injury. It felt like laying in the sun, and felt great, numbing his pain considerably. Honestly, it felt like what he imagined a drug could do. Glancing to the supposed injury, he saw nothing but pale white skin,
"Thanks, Kazane!"
He nodded towards her as she notched a bolt in her crossbow. It landed straight between the inky-depths that were supposedly the witch's eyes. It still wasn't enough. Annoyed at its resilience, Deku used a well-timed explosion for a rocket-powered punch. Charged with his green energy, he smacked the mass of hands and detonated a larger blast, sending splinters of wood everywhere alongside splatters of a dark meaty substance. The labyrinth wobbled away. Dull stinging echoed throughout Deku's entire body.
"Ah! The splinters!"
Kazane cried out as she rushed over to check on him. Confused, he glanced down at his hand and recoiled at the sight of wood splinters sticking out from his now-bleeding skin. Strangely, the pain didn't send him crying down to his knees. Instead, he stared at the injuries as if only observing the pain. As blood dripped to the suburban streets, he asked.
"Can you teach me how to heal myself now? We're not under the stress of battle now. Sorry, that was a bad time for me to ask that when we were fighting the witch. Distractions would be very bad, so I get why you used your fire instead. I'll probably rely on that too, but it'd be nice to know myself."
It was a reasonable request, Deku thought. Kazane nodded, motioning to his injury.
"Concentrate on your injury and what it felt like before you received it, your magic should take it from there. You might not be able to without strong concentration, given it's not your strong suit."
That was easier said than done. Attempting to do so, he watched as green light washed over his injuries but fizzled out soon after. He gave Kazane a glance, who only motioned for him to continue and try again. A few failed attempts later, Deku eventually managed to expel the splinters and stop the bleeding. Going the extra mile, he blanched the puffy pink scars, returning his skin to a completely unblemished state. Just by looking at it, one wouldn't be able to tell that he had been riddled with splinters mere minutes prior. With a triumphant sound, Deku clenched his fist and raised it into the air.
Both their eyes locked onto the grief seed that clanked against the concrete. The silver spindle was topped with the symbol of a gnawed-on diamond. Kazane snatched it up just as Deku reached for it. Startled, he flinched and jumped backward. Realizing what she had done, Kazane blushed and glanced away. Clinking it against her own soul gem, she handed it over to Deku after the pollution collected in the black gem. He reached for it slowly, unsure of what had caused her spooked reaction and not wanting to cause it again. It was cold to the touch. He pressed it against the green gem at his throat. Suddenly, relief washed over him. He felt leagues better than he had prior. Confidence filled him once more. Deku had to wonder if that was a constant effect, having felt it with every use.
Tatooin Shopping Centre: Two weeks Later
It was bus route 32, Tatooin shopping centre back to his part of the suburbs. The trip normally took fifteen minutes at most, but today his trip was much shorter. The bus lurched to the side and so did he as they rounded a corner. Deku gripped the cold metal beam to brace himself. An expecting mother sat across from him, she smiled amiably at him. To be polite, he smiled back. His expression froze upon seeing a glance of white from the corner of his eyes. Kazane. She ran down an alleyway, plain-clothed and not transformed. Searching for the red button near his chair, Deku slammed his finger into it repeatedly. Concern pushed him forward and fueled his speed while disembarking from the bus.
They hadn't discussed any training today, this weekend was supposed to be his time off. Deku had just mastered his ability to heal, and while it drained a considerable amount of magic, he was certainly able to heal from it. A chance encounter with a witch had let him practice his self-healing while Kazane fought it head-on. It had been the only one they were able to find for the past two weeks. Kyubey had been sparse, but things had continued on like he expected them too. This wasn't normal, she told him she'd be having an at-home spa day.
Grunting in annoyance, the bus driver glared daggers. Blushing while bowing, Deku scurried off and down the steps.
"Sorry, sir! I apologize for the inconvenience."
His apology was winded, swift. Kazane hadn't seen him disembark, and she had already gone down the alleyway. Deku didn't know if he should sneak up on her to see what was up. He didn't feel like that was right. Instead, he worriedly walked down the dirty brick alleyway. A window clapped open above. Just somebody hanging some laundry. Turning the corner, he came to face Kazane's back. A gunshot echoed through the alleyway. Deku clamped a hand to his ears in pain as he yelped. Turning back to face him, a look of surprise flashed across her face as she jumped just in time for another gunshot sent her way. She was facing a group of two men, each muscular and heavily tattooed. Evidently, from the way they were dressed, they weren't up to any good. His soul gem hummed with discontent, Deku wanted to transform. He held that urge back though, he wasn't completely aware of what was happening. Craning his neck, Deku gagged. A woman had been shot in the temple. Blood pooled around her limp corpse. Kazane shrieked and covered her mouth with a hand.
The stockier ruffian panicked.
"I"m getting the fuck outta here, boss! This wasn't as easy as ya said, now this bitch is dead and her purse ain't even full."
The taller one bellowed.
"You giving up on our club, ya bastard? Shoot the kids too unless you wanna spend the rest of your life behind bars."
Almost simultaneously, they transformed in a flash of mixing green and gold light. Somewhat startled by the occurrence, the stockier man held out his fingers. From the ends of his fingers, the tips hinged down revealing what appeared to be barrels of a gun. This man had a ballistic quirk. Bullets were pelted their way, Deku could feel every bullet pierce his skin and fractured bone. Jumping onto a nearby crate, he hastily threw up a green shield in front of them. Bullets ricochet off the shield and pierced the nearby trash bins. Green magic enveloped his body as it rejected the foreign metal pellets. He could feel every shard of bone mend. The bullets popped out of his skin and landed on the ground in a series of pings. Kazane doused herself in golden flames, similarly healing herself followed by ejected bullets clamoring to the ground. She jumped up above the screen and threw balls of fire down at the remaining thug. The pain of getting shot was unbearable, but it was wrong somehow like his body was only informing him of the pain, and not actually experiencing it.
The ballistic quirk user screamed in agony. A sickening aroma filled Deku's nostrils. Burning flesh. Kazane cried, and so did Deku. He attempted to roll around the ground to extinguish himself, Deku averted his eyes.
"I'll get the others!" He roared while giving chase.
Nodding, Kazane flipped open her phone to dial 9-1-1. She forced herself to turn off her phone before she did actually manage to call the cops. That would have been the wrong choice. There was no way to explain anything that had happened, especially the charred body before her. She was not a vigilante. This woman was dead, and she could explain that.
The woman had called out for anybody's help. Kazane had seen the thugs drag her into the alleyway, but she had been the only one there. Instead of calling for the police, she wanted to help the victim herself. But she couldn't, she hadn't. Bright red soaked the body's pink tank top. Kazane couldn't look in her dead eyes. With shame, she willed away her transformation and stalked out of the alleyway, the direct opposite direction of Deku.
Unaware of Kazane's exit, Deku continued through the alleyway. Jumping over a dumpster that had been overturned by the thugs, it did not slow him down as they intended. The ringleader glanced back at him over his shoulder. He sneered.
"What the fuck kinda quirk is that? Are you some new hero? Fuck off and leave me alone unless you wanna end up like that dead bitch back there."
Gritting his teeth, Deku held himself back from snapping out an insult. That would only be a distraction from what he had to do. Calling upon his book, he acquired the strength enhancement quirk. Growing to about the size of the ringleader, he didn't feel as unfairly matched. Gulping at the sight, the criminal continued his flight. Two left turns later, the criminal began begging. A dead-end mocked the ringleader. Conveniently, the ringleader's face distorted with fear,
"Please! I'll give you our earnings, I didn't expect it to go this way. I didn't want Chubs to actually shoot her. He's such an idiot, god I hate him so much. Kid, look, there-"
"Shut up!" Deku snapped, looming over the villain.
"Okay, yeah, doing that. I'm doing that."
The villain got down on his knees, holding his hands together. Deku wouldn't kill him, of course. He couldn't stomach the thought. Without a heroics license, doing so would make him no better than a vigilante, bordering villain. But this man was evil, definitely so, and would need to be punished by the proper authorities. Cracking the knuckles of his oversized and muscled hands, Deku yanked a metal pole from a nearby fence. Gripping it strongly, he pushed the man to the ground.
Deku barked out an order. It obviously didn't fit him, his voice wavering somewhat from shock. "Hands behind your back!"
Knowing the green-haired boy could easily snap him in two with his hulk-mode, the ringleader complied. Deku grimaced. He was pleased to have his directions followed, he didn't know what he would have done otherwise, didn't know if he would have done anything in retaliation. With a grunt, Deku bent the iron fence pol around the man's wrists, looping it around tightly in order to prevent him from slipping loose. Hopefully, the man didn't have any sort of quirk that would let him escape. Thinking quickly, he dismissed the possibility. The criminal would have used such a power long-before being caught like this.
Sirens roared in the distance. Deku needed to get out of here. He couldn't be implicated in this if he wanted to get into U.A. Pulling his enlarged hood over his face, he willed away his quirk by reaching back into the magical journal. Now back to his normal size, he felt his surroundings for Kazane's signature. He felt nothing. She had either left her transformation or was purposefully hiding her signature. He didn't know which was more likely. Sighing, he rubbed his eye while landing in an adjacent but unconnected alleyway. This one came out on a completely different street, he'd be fine. He worried for Kazane but stopped himself. She was apparently a veteran at this stuff and would likely send him a text later. Although, momentarily, he doubted her. Deku didn't know why Kazane had been at the scene. He wouldn't believe that she was somehow implicated. After a burst of green light, Deku emerged from the alleyway in his summer outfit. Police cars raced past as they turned onto a nearby street. He wondered what tonight's news broadcast would say, wondered if his face would appear, alongside a message urging the public to report his location. That wouldn't happen though, he hadn't seen any security cameras. Plus, if there had been cameras, they would have only seen at worst vigilantism. Deku sighed, feeling somewhat better.
Though, he still trembled with shock. Minutes ago he had still been aboard the bus. Glancing down at the ring on his finger, he frowned at the darkness. He'd have to use the grief seed they got from the other witch they defeated three days ago. It was a laughably easy fight, and so Deku assumed he'd only get one use from it.
Deku practically stalked back home. He didn't check on Kazane, she could handle herself. Passerbys stayed clear of him, seemingly picking up on his offensive and on-edge aura. Right now, all that Deku wanted was a nice hot bath and to relax in bed with a few mangas. He couldn't deal with this right now, this was supposed to be his vacation from training and magical girl stuff. With a deep huff, he entered his home. walking right past his mother without saying hi, he entered his room. Not right now. Somewhat surprised at her son's frustration, Inko called out to him.
"Are you alright dear?"
He didn't respond, instead entering his bathroom to draw the tub. Running his hand under the stream, he adjusted the temperature and plugged the drain. Sighing to himself, he set out a pair of towels and went back to his room to lock the door. His mother stood in the way.
"Yes." Deku lied.
Quirking an eyebrow, his mother was obviously undeceived.
"You can tell me, Izuku."
Rubbing his brow, he answered.
"Fine. I got into a little fight with my friend."
It was more than relieving to get that out. He wouldn't have classified their encounter as such had he not spoken the words out loud. Sure, they had randomly taken out a group of thugs, but he and Kazane certainly had conflicted at one point. It was mostly non-verbal, her lie about wanting to relax on the weekend along with getting caught up in the situation. On Kazane's end, she had clearly been unimpressed with his presence, but ultimately thankful. This was too much to deal with, he didn't know if he should text her first or wait. Developing healthy relationships was never Deku's strong suit, and so he ignored the problem for now.
Inko, seeing the expression on her son's face lighten, believed him.
"Your girlfriend? It happens, give her some space and you'll be back together in no time. Don't forget to talk about it with her and apologize though, that's always important. I'm here if you need to chat further. Enjoy your bath for now."
Satisfied at doing her job as a mother, she left the room. Deku was glad. Forming his ring into its egg form, he dug around in his pockets to find the grief seed. Hauling it out from his backpack, he admired the thing. It had the symbol of a water droplet. The Hose Witch had been defeated with barely any effort, he almost felt bad defeating the thing. Clinking it against his soul gem, Deku watched the pollution be drawn into the grief seed. The black gem emanated darkness, visibly gaining a wispy aura. It was full, just as he'd expected. Refreshed, Deku decided to take that feeling further. The bathwater was too hot, but he didn't mind.
While half-submerged, he heard his phone vibrate on the counter. He wasn't getting out to answer it, even though his mind screamed at him that it was Kazane. Another text message disrupted his enjoyment once more, mere minutes later. After washing his hair, he decided that he was wrinkly enough. Eyes growing wide, Deku stared down at his phone's notifications. Kazane had texted him not twice, but four times.
Kazane 5:53 PM: Deku! I can explain, I promise. I felt your signature leave before I could explain.
Kazane 5:55 PM: Just come to my house on Sunday, okay? I'm busy with volunteering tomorrow but I'll be free then.
Kazane 6:11 PM: Deku?
Kazane 6:14 PM I'll have cake. Be there or be square! :P
After what they had witnessed, he felt bad about not responding and making her worry. She didn't seem too perturbed though, or at the very least hid it well. She was probably more used to this kind of thing than him. That probably hadn't been her first run-in with death, Kazane was obviously better equipped to handle such a thing.
Musutafu Suburbs: Otsuka Residence, two days later
Deku sat over a cup of hot tea. The steam warmed his face. They sat in silence.
"Thank you for showing up, Deku. I was worried you wouldn't want to speak with me anymore."
He quirked a brow.
"What exactly, would make me not want to speak with you?"
Using interrogation tactics on his friends didn't make him feel like a good person. He had to know, had to know what Kazane had been up to. He didn't want to associate with anybody involved with or regularly contacting criminals. Could it have been a drug deal gone wrong? Potentially, considering the ringleader had talked about profits.
"I lied about what I was doing. In all honesty, I was trying to do what you do, protect people. I wanted to know what it felt like to be a hero. Also, but to a lesser degree, I was buying ingredients for a cake I planned to make for us. I know it doesn't sound like the truth, but that was honestly all I was up to."
Deku hung onto every word, thinking them over. She didn't seem to be lying, not looking up in the opposite direction or displaying any signs of a nervous tic. It was genuine honesty, in his view. Kazane wanted to be like a hero, he greatly understood that.
"Thanks for being honest with me. I believe you. Though, confronting them may not have been the best course of action. Just saying, but I'm waiting to attend U.A before I get into that kinda stuff. I feel like I'm not educated enough on de-escalation procedures and stuff that could have prevented that result we both saw."
He paused, taking a sip of his tea. While savoring the floral aroma and taste, he hoped to have said the right thing. Words were never his strong suit.
"Yeah, I guess I just heard a cry for help and couldn't stop myself. I couldn't do nothing, y'know? You're right about the tactics, you'll have to teach me about some of that stuff you learn at U.A. You will, won't you?"
Nodding, Deku laughed wholeheartedly. They were fine, they weren't fighting. Things were okay. Reaching for his bookbag, he unzipped it.
"Entrance exams are tomorrow, actually. I've been studying for the past week, and I'm just so nervous. You wouldn't mind helping me review, would you?"
Playfully hitting her hands on the table, she exclaimed.
"Tomorrow!? You better get to it, young man. Although, I managed to pick up the ingredients for a cake if you'd like to bake that with me. Then, while it's in the oven, we can study. I'm sure some of this stuff is useful to know in general, and some of it is just math and language from what I've heard? I hope there aren't any English questions, I'm no good at that."
Smiling, Deku envisioned vanilla cake and full-cream frosting. His mouth watered.
"Sounds like a plan. I've never honestly baked before. Well, besides with my mother anyway. Just for an hour, my studies can wait, there's honestly not that much more I need to cover before tomorrow."
With that, he closed his heroics pre-course textbook. Placing it back on the ornate coffee table, he followed Kazane into the kitchen. The cake turned out fantastic, half of it gone before Deku left that evening.
Witch Data: Rat Witch
Name: Priscilla
Nature: Flighty
The Rat Witch, with a flighty nature. She runs from the things she cannot have, and is constantly preyed upon by her own desires. The hands that compose her body are forever looking for something to grasp, and have the strength to crush anything that enters them. The Rat Witch is forever prey to Thomas, of which she fears the greatest. By bringing valuables, one can easily coax her from the seemingly endless mouse holes. She preys on those weaker than herself, preferring to consume animals and pets instead of humans, a harder kind of prey.
Familiar Data:
Name: Thomas
Duty: Pest Control
Minions of the Rat Witch. Their duty is pest control. Forever prone to chasing mice, they are unable to recognize their own witch- their commander. Composed of whatever their witch desires the most, they use their ornaments to blind prey before pouncing. Thomas often hunt pests in packs. They have no desire to consume their prey, simply and unknowingly leaving it for the Rat Witch to consume.
Name: Stuart
Duty: Gather
Minions of the Rat Witch. Their duty is to gather valuables. Unable to distinguish friend from luxury goods, they will often find themselves attaching to one-another in an inseparable bond. They yearn for wealth, amassing it within their mouse holes. Still feeling the weightlessness of privilege, they are capable of flight. Should enough Stuart gather together, another Rat Witch will be born.