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At the moment, while Dabi wasn’t exactly particularly pleased with him having the route part of this ordeal, he sucked it up and just keep going around town, trying every way to find this person. But not even a single glance, not even a single clue of this person.. other than their victim. He hoped that the last place he was searching would have them, it was an old abandoned hospital. Ironic, yes. But hey, it would’ve been stupider if this was Stains place.

the place was quiet-REALLY quiet. 

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The only thing that had been heard in this place was the steps of his. (Course it had to have the tap shoe type of sound TvT), his hands simply placed in his pockets, as light began to reflect off his “staples”, (or whatever you wanna call them T. T), slightly.

Very-very suddenly-the room around him filled with mist-there was no time to react and not even the slightest noise as someone held something sharp to his neck, soft breaths in his ear. The person didn't say anything though- 

“…Heh.”


Dabi just let out a small chuckle as his hands wouldn’t even move from his pockets. His glance not breaking from infront of him, what has him so cocky you may ask? Well, you’ll see soon.

There was still no noise-the stranger held the blade-or well-weapon-closer, drawing blood and making a shallow cut on his jugular-it was a clear threat, and warning. They wanted him to talk-and to get the fuck out. 

“…So you are the person who’s been on this little spree, ay? I believe we have many things to discuss, so.. if you would ever so kindly bring your blade to a halt, that would be lovely.. I do not wish to inflict.. “unnecessary” conflict when not needed.” 

There was a small huff before they pulled their blade away, letting go if only so that they could get a good look at him. If this WAS the vigilante, then Dabi did have something to call them-the media had given them the villain name SmokeShow. 

He smiled, and turned himself around on his heel, his hands now rested behind his mask as he.. well-, looked down at this person.. (tall dabi T vT)


“…Thank you. Smoke, I believe you have a bit of explaining, don’t you?”

He got a nice glimpse of the person-girl. She was curvaceous, to say the least-she wore a mask, covering the lower half of her face and disguising her identity. But her eyes were visible-and they were VIBRANT purple. Her dark hair swirled around her, fingers spread across in a martial art like pose-he could see now that the blade she had used against him was made out of mist. mist that she had somehow made deathly sharp and weapon like (it's a bit like a mix of air and waterbending-but the poses are more like lightning bending if that makes any sense-). She glared up at him but didn't say anything.