I Can Assure You - Tumblr Posts
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Todoroki: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Bakugo: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Todoroki: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING KAMINARI WITH ME
Kaminari bankrupt:
Midoriya, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
severingblade:
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Eternal patience. It is a skill. In his case, a talent. Each time Cornelia returns from her perch to peruse his progress, Novus does not show it, but he studies her closely via peripheral vision. Perhaps one day she will know him well enough to identify what he does but this is subtle mischief on his part. Is she patient? Discovering that she is not brings a toothy grin to his lips but only when her back is turned. Eyes dart in her direction when she begins to slide down the dune and run back up. The smile deepens. Even a playful little shake of his head follows, careful for her not to spy his amusement.
When the time to depart is upon them, it becomes clear that the skill of eternal patience does not encompass all. Perhaps it is because he has already spent several hours in painstaking and unrelenting patience that the rathian irritates him more than usual. In the end, it is Cornelia’s forward motion that makes him digress. Watching her start towards another camp puts the truth of the matter well in perspective. Go. Go.
Releasing a breath, he walks. Steps are hurried until he reaches her side. Though it is nearing the later hours of the day, he can see that the sun continues to watch them closely. The sound of fabric whipping through the air is heard and his cloak settles over Cornelia’s shoulders and head, finally granting her with some protection from the heat.
The current path brings them closer to where the Ancient Forest and the Wildspire Waste share a fleeting kiss. It is tranquil enough. Apceros mind the approach of day’s end. Kestodon rest in bundles. As they pass, the older hunter’s scoutflies react to nearby tracks, streaming from a container secured on his waist and settling over marks on the wall. He knows what it is even before he reaches it. Mud.
Reaching up, he pats the layer of moist terra firmly enough to dislodge it. It falls in bunches. Cracks expand across its surface. Dry. Flicking his hand to get rid of most of the dirt, he motions towards camp dismissively.
﮴ It is dry. That barroth was here some time ago. It no longer should be. ﮴
That is when the apceros begin acting strange. They roar and rear onto their back legs. The display is not ferocious because they are not predatory creatures but it is certainly defiant. Kestodon in the region stir as well and begin to run off. Whatever approaches, it must not be near. The ground does not shake. But this day is full of misconceptions.
The snout of an anjanath peeks through a natural arch in the earthen plateau nearby. Its nostrils flare and as more of its body is revealed, it becomes clear that it is still an adolescent. Although Novus has slain several of these fully grown creatures, he does not regard it lightly. Adolescent wyverns can be an even greater danger than their full grown counterparts. They are faster. They can follow through smaller pathways. And in this case, the defensive barrier that the apceros form is enough to avert it … towards more manageable prey. Two humans.
It snarls. Its thick leathery lips curl, showing salivated teeth made for ripping flesh from bone. Its head lowers closer to the ground, prowling towards them. Then it charges. Its strides are small but faster. Hungrier. Novus shoots off in another direction, making it choose between him and Cornelia but his steps are careful and mind sharply alert. Whoever is allowed to go free will find the opportunity to create a distraction soonest.
Cornelia halts just for a moment in her advance as Novus lends to her his cloak, shielding her head further from the sun’s dimming glare. The cloth is rough, and the cloak comically large for her - but she thanks him with a small, wordless nod. She could appreciate his attempts at shielding her relatively pale skin from further harm. If the feather light stinging her cheeks still felt, even when direct sunlight no longer touched them, was any indication though, she would already look a bit red by day’s end. No need to make it worse.
As they kept trekking onwards, this time side by side, Cornelia took a small moment to watch the rocky, uneven landscape. The fauna seemed more than a little busy at the time, all resting after the worst of the day’s heat in whatever shade they found. Even the ever-noisy group of kestodons, usually so keen on defending their space from any percieved threats, seemed somehow a bit more mellow than usual.
From the corner of her eye, Cornelia catched immediately the telltale glow of a scoutfly swarm, heading rapidly towards a suspicious patch of dark splatters across one of the rock walls formed by the plateaus dotting the landscape. She followed Novus to investigate it from a bit closer, watching him peel off the dried mud with ease. Barroth territorial markings. Cornelia couldn’t help but sigh a little at the thought of the cold, mineral mud these monsters made their homes in. Remided her of the mud fights she’d had with the local kits...
Pulling herself off the thought of the silly, childish fun of chucking clumps of swamp dirt at multiple targets, she takes quick notice of the behavior of the herbivorous monsters - anxious, fleeing for the smaller ones. They’ve smelled, or heard, something coming. But there’s no thundering of footsteps, not even an odd smell wafting through the air. Cornelia innerly bet on a Kulu-ya-ku.
She wished she’d been good at winning her bets moments later, when the coral red snout of an Anjanath poked into view from behind the rocky archway. It’s not as big as a fully grown anjanath - leaner, with longer and skinnier legs in proportion with its body. Cornelia quickly guesses it must be an adolescent, wandering about in search of snacks. And as the apceros turtle up, forming a protective cluster full of dangerously sharp tails and sturdy shells, it quickly decided not to break a tooth on prey it was yet a bit too small to overpower without winding up really sore.
Instead, deciding to look clear at the two, bite-sized snacks that stood not too far away. Behind an anjanath was the safest place one could be - in front of it, not so much. Cornelia took one good look at the drooling, soon CHARGING animal, and one shorter look at Novus as he chose to split. And then she RAN. She didn’t trust her aim with that fast a target, and instead chose to take off running.
Turned out, she wouldn’t be able to do much in the realm of shooting the not-quite-adult Anjanath in the face with a flash pod for a while, the clap of powerful jaws thundering a mere meter behind her, somehow urging her to run just a tiny bit faster. She took off along the pathway, the large monster in hot pursuit. The Anjanath had decided, in its tiny and primitive brain, that it would go for the smaller, slower target.
However, sadly for it, it had also picked the lightly armored, nimble target. Cornelia would’ve been glad to see an actual juvenile, really, but it took all she could muster to jump away each time she could see from the corner of her eye the gleam of sharp, slobbering fangs set into a jaw that could comfortably fit her whole. All that the monster’s fangs closed on with meaty snaps were dust and dry air, as the young apprentice would dash and dart in an uneven pattern.
The juvenile was not bested, however, and gave one, powerful lunge at the young one, and finally caught the edge of something that did have a bit of tug. Between its fangs, it was now holding the edge of Novus’ desert cape. It was then, that the adolescent wyvern made a mistake.
It attempted to yank the little prey up, flicking it into its maw - and Cornelia’s feet did lift off the ground momentarily. Until the cloak, too big for her already, simply slipped off her shoulders with a quick, decisive squirm on her part. The bundle of sand-colored cloth was promptly flicked straight into the Anjanath’s gullet.
For a moment, time stood still as the wyvern closed its maw, not yet having realized what it has done - until the scratchy cloth in its throat and the taste of dirt brought it back to reality. Cornelia could have sworn, she’d seen sudden realization dawn upon the wyvern’s snout, as it opened its maw and started hacking up the cloth, which fell back to the floor into a slimy heap. She didn’t sit and watch much longe, taking off as the wyvern bellowed its bemusement at her.