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expellerhead[he wakes in a wasteland.
his breaths are gasping, his heart thunders. every inch of his body trembles; adrenaline, his mind supplies distantly, from a fight, from a near-fatal wound-
but there are no wounds. no blood, no bruises; nothing hurts when he pats himself down. something moves at the corner of his eye and when he glances up to catch it, he sees miles and miles of ruined, twisted vehicles, the shells of buildings and tunnels. a decimated civilization.]
(( God damn, about time! Shit! I thought I didn't even do it right, you look half-dead. ))
[aizawa glances up. there's a spiny...thing floating overhead, robotic protrusions clicking and rotating along its single eyeball axis.]
A Ghost, [aizawa murmurs. he was just there- he was just in the fleet, how can he be here, how can he be here-! there must have been a mistake, something, atroma must have shoved him into jayden's world. is she still back there? is uraraka?]
(( Are you alive or what? ))
[aizawa pushes himself to his feet begrudgingly. there's- armor on him, and it feels weird, too weighty. even if the hood covering his head and the cloak on his shoulders feels a little more right, everything else feels wrong. does he even have his quirk here? would it even work?]
I'm alive, [he grouses. the ghost- his ghost rattles off something about light and his duty and whatever, he's still trying to find his bearings. he needs to get to the city.]
his breaths are gasping, his heart thunders. every inch of his body trembles; adrenaline, his mind supplies distantly, from a fight, from a near-fatal wound-
but there are no wounds. no blood, no bruises; nothing hurts when he pats himself down. something moves at the corner of his eye and when he glances up to catch it, he sees miles and miles of ruined, twisted vehicles, the shells of buildings and tunnels. a decimated civilization.]
(( God damn, about time! Shit! I thought I didn't even do it right, you look half-dead. ))
[aizawa glances up. there's a spiny...thing floating overhead, robotic protrusions clicking and rotating along its single eyeball axis.]
A Ghost, [aizawa murmurs. he was just there- he was just in the fleet, how can he be here, how can he be here-! there must have been a mistake, something, atroma must have shoved him into jayden's world. is she still back there? is uraraka?]
(( Are you alive or what? ))
[aizawa pushes himself to his feet begrudgingly. there's- armor on him, and it feels weird, too weighty. even if the hood covering his head and the cloak on his shoulders feels a little more right, everything else feels wrong. does he even have his quirk here? would it even work?]
I'm alive, [he grouses. the ghost- his ghost rattles off something about light and his duty and whatever, he's still trying to find his bearings. he needs to get to the city.]
