Video. un: dynamight

[hot_handed]

[An angry looking young man is shown on screen with his arms folded, tapping his fingers against his arm in poorly concealed restlessness. He barely looks into the video at first, still grumbling to himself.]

Fucking waste of time. I don't need magic to kick anyone's ass-

[He turns his attention back to the video, each word growled out like it's a threat.]

My hero name's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, and I guess I'm here to save all of you from those shitty wannabe scientists! [He gestures to himself and grins confidently.] But before that, I wanna see who's the best at the magic kizuna crap and find out strong this supposed world-saving magic is myself! I'm gonna keep this brief, but one other thing-

WHY THE HELL DO I GOT THIS BITE MARK ON MY SHOULDER?!

[He gestures angrily at his left shoulder, where there appears to be a healed scar that looks as if someone bit him once, sitting above another scar that looks like something speared through him at one point.]

If any of you did this, I'll kill you!

Comments

[reorienting]

q1: contagion. I needed to figure out how to not... to use a vampire term, "turn" people into creatures like me.
I have it handled now. Turns out it was a laughably simple answer that I had but didn't realize it for ages.
q2: Yes. I've been in space for, arguably, more time than I've ever been planetside of late. If I had to measure it, the ratio of space-to-planetside is, out of a scale of 5, 4-to-1.

Bakugou, then. :)

[hot_handed]

Creature? What the fuck are you?
You some kinda scientist?
Oh yeah? Care to elaborate on the answer?

[Katsuki does the math, but there's something off about the answer he reaches.]

You went to space when you were young? That must have been fucking boring.

[reorienting]

Igaes-human hybrid. Half-alien, actually. Not a scientist. Anything that came into contact with my cells in any regard, as if transmitted like the common cold, would acquire immense physical prowess in exchange for wanting to eat any raw meat one could find. Even other people. Over time, one also slowly converts from an omnivore to an obligate carnivore, to the point that any sort of plant matter can feel like poison when ingested.

Regarding space, well. Space-travel is common in my world. Like cars or trains. It's quiet, not boring.

[hot_handed]

So in exchange for a carnivore diet you're a lot stronger. That doesn't seem so bad. Bet they could find a way to grow raw meat or some shit if you can go to space that often. But you said you figured out how not to transmit it, so let's fight eachother!

Is there anywhere to go out there?

[reorienting]

You want to fight???

[Why do people like this?? But... his instincts get a thrill at the prospect.

[So he eventually lists a few places that seem open and unoccupied enough to not cause harm to others on accident, or collateral damage. Might as well.]

Any of those places are sufficient, I think.

[hot_handed]

Hell yeah, I have to keep up with my training and get stronger.

[He looks over the locations a few moments before he responds again. He's just excited to spar. There may be plenty to explore here, but it's been difficult to adjust with no way to channel his pent-up energy.]

How about this place?

[He lists the location.]

[reorienting]

Fine by me.

Because this is such short notice, it will have to wait a little. I'll be useless as a sparring partner if I can't make sure I have my basic needs fully met.

But because this is a written medium, there is no chance of me forgetting.

[hot_handed]

Cool.

.....You need food or some shit? Do you sleep?

Yeah no shit. I'd remind you if you did anyway.

[reorienting]

Working on the food part. I'm primarily nocturnal, but adjusting to a day schedule.

Good. Even if I did have a risk of forgetting, I'd be grateful for the reminder.

[hot_handed]

You sure you're not a vampire?

Yeah, yeah.