Puppet Master

Emotional Raid

Tomura grimaced as bright lights flashed against his dry, cracking skin in the darkness of the bar, the only sounds being his own fingers rapid movements across the game controller, the clinking of shot glasses, and whispers from those somewhere in the room to scared of the aura he was currently giving off to speak much louder.

- - - GAME OVER - - -

*crash*

Tomura glared at the new set of flickering lights that the sparks gave off from where the game controller now stuck halfway out of the shattered television screen.

"They haven't gotten anything from that hero brat," Tomura hissed through clenched teeth. "I am sure extracting a quirk through cells is a very extensive process, Tomura," the dumb mist Nomu replied from his stance behind the bar. "Maybe even impossible." *BAM* Tomura's fist slammed the floor beside him, fingers itching to disintegrate something but, alas, he withheld in favor of standing and crossing the room to take a seat at the bar. Endeavor-wannabe turned on the lights as he sat. "Doc does it," he growled.

"Yeah but he had help from boss dude!"

The blonde girl behind him shut up real quick when Tomura glared at her from over his shoulder. "Take heed," Kurogiri called his attention back. "Toga is correct. Doctor Maruta had help from Sensei in constructing Nomu," he said as if the irony that he was a Nomu himself was lost on him. "Doing it without All For One's help may not be possible." Tomura looked Kurogiri in his misty yellow eyes as he wrapped his fingers around one of the freshly cleaned shot glasses. A pile of sparkling dust sat in its wake. "We are going," he said, standing from the bar. "That would be unwise, Tomu-"

"We. Are. Going."

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Shouta had to physically stop himself from rapping his fingers against the concrete ground of their cell. He did not want to accidentally rattle the chains. Every time they were taken apart and put back together again it was as if their nerves and senses were all fresh and unused. An open wound. The slightest sounds hurt their ears and the sound of metal chains rattling was not something one in that state enjoyed.

No one had been taken out in quite some time though. Still, they were all sensitive, especially Eijiro. The boy is... alive. His extended period of time out was the last time anyone had been taken to this point and whatever they did to him left Eijiro in what the other students described to the blindfolded Shouta as an unresponsive state, merely staring into the void barely blinking or dozing to some degree. He only made noise when he was woken up by something or another and even that was only a short gasp before he settled again. Shouta feared for the next time the boy was taken.

Would he return alive the next time? Furthermore, when was the 'next time?' Were they giving them time to rest? Shouta did not think the Yakuza to be so kind. They should be returning any time now to re-administer the drug that they gave every so often to ensure their quirks were unable to be wielded. It's not permanent, he thinks, because the Yakuza have to work on their works or something. So the question was, when would their patience run out? Would the Yakuza truly take their quirks forever? Was that even possible? Referring back to All For One, apparently it was, but without that specific quirk? He wasn't sure. Or would they just kill them off? Would they be used as hostages against the heroes?

Shouta shook his head. The deafening silence left too much room in his psyche for ill thoughts. Was it even possible for good thoughts at this point? He is unsure of how long they have been trapped here, only that it has been a long, long while. He questions if the heroes are even coming for them and, oh, how pitiful does that sound as a hero himself. But surely they wouldn't be left here to suffer forever.