Bonds - The Past Echoes | MHA Reader-Insert

The Man With Two Faces

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The torture that was Face-Off's droning was allowed to continue for a couple more agonizing minutes. That is, it was an utterly painful experience for him, as speaking this much only served to progress the deterioration of his throat. Besides, there was no way it could affect you and your sister; neither of you were paying attention.

With how much effort he was putting in to make sure his fading voice produced coherent words, he failed to notice the two of you speaking amongst yourselves. The only other person who would admonish you for not listening was doing just that, and intently, as if Lesser Sage hasn't heard all of this a million times.

When Face-Off paused to rest his vocal cords (that's what you believed he did anyway, you would have noticed that he had suddenly brought a hand up to his throat if you bothered to look at him), you and Mimitaka decided to do what you discussed.

Turning to finally focus on the hooded man, you were caught off guard by the fact that he had seemingly morphed into a velvet carpet on the ground. He was in pain, sure, but melting like the Wicked Witch of the West seemed like an overreaction to a sore throat.

"I've actually encountered a few of these cultists before." Mimitaka revealed to the pros, leaving you to nod in confirmation. You were the only member of Class 1A that wasn't present for that, technically.

Eerily reminiscent of the aforementioned cultists, the scarlet blob at the head of the table reformed itself into the human form it previously took. As if he were a vampire rising from its coffin, he crossed his "arms" over his "chest" to rigidly sit back up. In reality, you knew that some extra extremities behind him pushed him upward, but it was funnier to think he could just do that.

"Is that right?" Despite his physical reaction to hearing that, his voice made him sound disinterested. How weak it was only amplified that.

"Really? Where? Not here, I'd imagine."

Asahi asked, but what really meant to say was hope. He was rightfully concerned about the possibility of someone being attacked 5 minutes into arriving in the city. If it did happen to anybody, it would make too much sense if it were the two of you that got jumped.

"No, it was in Coreleah. Psycher managed to mind control a few hidden in the city and pitted them against us. They were supposed to be a special group, but I can't remember what he called them.....well, it's more like I can't pronounce it." Mimitaka admitted. She was too embarrassed to even try and repeat it, to you included, meaning you couldn't find out independently from her.

"It might have been Hindi. A majority of the Speaker's initiatives have been in their language, unsurprisingly." Asahi very minorly cleared things up. Even that seems like a stretch.

"What do you mean by special? All of the units in the cult have dedicated roles, but if they were directed to attack you, I have to assume it was a strike squad." His boss brought up an equally unimportant factoid, for once. Mimitaka figured that out when they attacked her.

"If there's anything that I remember, it's that he specifically referred to them as the best that they had." The words that Face-Off used jogged her memory, but just barely (this was far from verbatim). Still, it was enough for the heroes in the room to understand her; though, they weren't sure if they could believe it.

"Really? You're telling us that you defeated the peacemakers? Damn it, I know we said we wouldn't immediately dismiss each other's claims, but that has to be–well to quote you, bullshit." That did not sound natural out of Asahi's mouth. This was a man who did not swear often.