Out of Place & Out of Sorts

Ch.34 - If it exists, there's Tempest on it

The core of One-For-All was simultaneously bright and dark at the same time, like the void of space lit by stars.

The occupants of this space were largely lounging about as one stepped forward.

"So, who wants to go this time?"

"1, 2, 3, not it!"

"Not it."

"Nope."

"Uh uh."

"Not me."

"Mm Mmph."

The first Vestige pressed a withered hand to his face with a sigh, brushing his pure white hair aside slightly. "You all know we need to keep tabs on him, right? In the event that something significant occurs."

Daigoro Banjo smirked. "Cool, then do it ya'self."

The white-haired Vestige frowned with his emaciated visage. "What happened to sharing the burden?"

The bald funk man gestured. "Well~, our Quirk is called One-For-All. So~, you're the one doin' all the work for all of us."

Nana Shimura nodded, fluttering her raven hair slightly with a grin. "He's right. You are the reason we're all here, to begin with."

The white withered Vestige sighed again. "...Please, I have already done it the last five times. The trip is so long. I swear that hallway is just getting longer."

The floating woman shrugged. "How do you think we feel?"

The Vestige founder smirked slightly. "You just don't want to be held accountable for seeing things you shouldn't see again."

Banjo nodded. "Yeah, kinda ya fault the kid thinks we all seen his junk."

A raspy and disappointed voice came from one of the other Vestiges. "I honestly thought better of you, Shimura."

Said woman threw up her hands in frustration. "I-"

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

All Vestiges then turned to look at the large double gateway, far in the distance with a start.

"Did... y'all just hear that? That ain't just me, right?" Mouthed Banjo.

"No... apparently, someone is out there. We're all here, right? No one is outside?" Said the white founder with concern.

"I count seven sets of eyes. So yeah, we're all here... and Toshi's ghost thing." Nana pointed at the floating yellow spectre.