( A video call comes through, which is odd enough for Esikko. But the image Bakugo is greeted with makes it immediately clear. The angle is odd and jerks suddenly as Esikko moves his wrist, the projected screen moving along with it. Flashes of the car he's stuck in and Chobe both show, along with bits and pieces of Esikko himself, in the clumsy rush. Vines wrapped around him, thick and bark-like, specks of blood from the new gash down his Watch-bearing arm, and most notably, a thin vine stabbed in through his face, and making quick work of reforming from being partially torn out and stitching Esikko's mouth clean shut.
His eyes are teary, pointed at Chobe rather than at the screen itself— it seems like he can't really move. And rather than words, it's something like a pained growl that makes it out of him. )
( ooc: main thread here but I will give the signal when it's time to hop in~ )
[He's busy. Occupied with something else. A video call only momentarily breaks his attention away from his current focus. A quick-flipped hand sends his watch twisting along his wrist, one index finger joint irritably knocking against the screen a second later. What the hell is this? This guy never fails to call when he's doing something.
Flicked up into the air above his hand and summarily played ou-
-for all of a goddamn second.]
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET INTO THIS TIME?!
[As if he's gonna be able to answer with those shitty vines in his mouth. Stitching lips shut and silencing him. Something intense erupts outside the screen, momentarily blinding the entire thing with a furious yellow-orange light.]
Goddamn son of a bitch. You better keep yourself alive until we get there, or I'll fucking kill you!
[Movement, another explosion.]
And make sure that shitty compost pile doesn't die either.
( Bakugo's voice sounds out familiar and loud as always, but something feels off, doesn't it? He's always been crude with his language, so Esikko doesn't know what it is, but it's something... He's distracted anyway, by the use of the word we in that statement, and by the way Chobe howls out in his laughter, clear across the video transmission. His two good fingers release Chobe's now-severed arm, and though that part isn't caught on camera, some of the excessive amounts of blood from the both of them might be more clear as Esikko works hard through his quickly fading strength to try and angle the camera across the garage, to single out how isolated they are in it.
Unfortunately, it's only a briefly smooth thing before the eruption of more vines from Chobe's skin pierce right through Esikko's body. The muffling of his sewn lips isn't enough to block how pained his scream is, the tail end of a sob choking out as he tries to reign in the lasts bit of his quickly fading strength. He's struggling, but at least one arm is freed enough to allow the video some of this feed.
A few noteworthy things, if Bakugo or Dabi take the time to even try looking, are the discarded gasoline can, the amount they're isolated from the other cars, and the dashboard currently being toyed with by a vine.
Esikko can't turn the feed off, can't speak, can't even fully turn to look at the screen. So they'll get an unfortunate live viewing of this until Bakugo decides to end it. )
( ooc: aaaand you guys are free to hop in~ ash is asleep for the night so no rush~ )
[He keeps the feed on. Not because he wants to watch its gory display, but because he's taking note of everything shown on it. Deliberately muting his own watch's volume and shutting off his side's recording. No point in letting Esikko's opponent have a damn clue as to their timing.
The garage. Open space. Of course his sharp mind is already categorizing important points and forming a plan. Vocally doing the same, but no one's gonna know save for him and who he's with. Unfortunately, distance, even with speed. So a few minutes will have to pass en route...]
( The minutes that pass are spent with an unstable camera as Esikko tries to struggle himself free, even getting a leg free enough to force it between himself and Chobe— but not much help otherwise. And there, a wire pulled from the dash, held by a vine like a threat.
It's fine, it seems Chobe is intent on keeping Esikko alive until he's made his point, anyway. )
[Occasional glances continue dragging details from each scant little screen shift, from his fight to a tugged wire to a vine-made threat. Not enough to decide his own plan of attack, but enough to give a general idea of what he's moving towards. Esikko's gonna have to sit tight and hold out.
Or go limp and be the most boring ass meatsack so Chobe loses interest. Bullies hate when their toys aren't fun anymore. What the fuck's it gonna matter? The guy plans to kill Esikko either way.
Go out with the man's scummy ass lame middle finger he'll derive zero pleasure from.]
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Date: 8/11/25 03:58 (UTC)His eyes are teary, pointed at Chobe rather than at the screen itself— it seems like he can't really move. And rather than words, it's something like a pained growl that makes it out of him. )
( ooc: main thread here but I will give the signal when it's time to hop in~ )
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Date: 8/11/25 04:32 (UTC)Flicked up into the air above his hand and summarily played ou-
-for all of a goddamn second.]
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET INTO THIS TIME?!
[As if he's gonna be able to answer with those shitty vines in his mouth. Stitching lips shut and silencing him. Something intense erupts outside the screen, momentarily blinding the entire thing with a furious yellow-orange light.]
Goddamn son of a bitch. You better keep yourself alive until we get there, or I'll fucking kill you!
[Movement, another explosion.]
And make sure that shitty compost pile doesn't die either.
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Date: 8/11/25 05:03 (UTC)Unfortunately, it's only a briefly smooth thing before the eruption of more vines from Chobe's skin pierce right through Esikko's body. The muffling of his sewn lips isn't enough to block how pained his scream is, the tail end of a sob choking out as he tries to reign in the lasts bit of his quickly fading strength. He's struggling, but at least one arm is freed enough to allow the video some of this feed.
A few noteworthy things, if Bakugo or Dabi take the time to even try looking, are the discarded gasoline can, the amount they're isolated from the other cars, and the dashboard currently being toyed with by a vine.
Esikko can't turn the feed off, can't speak, can't even fully turn to look at the screen. So they'll get an unfortunate live viewing of this until Bakugo decides to end it. )
( ooc: aaaand you guys are free to hop in~ ash is asleep for the night so no rush~ )
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Date: 8/11/25 05:23 (UTC)[He keeps the feed on. Not because he wants to watch its gory display, but because he's taking note of everything shown on it. Deliberately muting his own watch's volume and shutting off his side's recording. No point in letting Esikko's opponent have a damn clue as to their timing.
The garage. Open space. Of course his sharp mind is already categorizing important points and forming a plan. Vocally doing the same, but no one's gonna know save for him and who he's with. Unfortunately, distance, even with speed. So a few minutes will have to pass en route...]
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Date: 8/11/25 06:13 (UTC)It's fine, it seems Chobe is intent on keeping Esikko alive until he's made his point, anyway. )
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Date: 8/11/25 20:34 (UTC)Or go limp and be the most boring ass meatsack so Chobe loses interest. Bullies hate when their toys aren't fun anymore. What the fuck's it gonna matter? The guy plans to kill Esikko either way.
Go out with the man's scummy ass lame middle finger he'll derive zero pleasure from.]