NOTHING LIKE ORIGAMI / typhoon capture

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[Shigaraki.]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]The desert is a welcoming place for Shigaraki. He's learned to call it his home, and he doesn't plan to switch to any other groups anytime soon. The Pitt is full of freaks, like himself, so it's not so bad. Sure, he didn't really care about anybody yet he could still pretend to. He had been working on building a group, a new League Of Villains, so that takes up most of his time, but he manages to find free time between planning.

Sanguine-colored eyes land on the young female from the Typhoon and a sadistic grin grows on Shigaraki's maw. He loves it- the look on one's face when they realize they're in danger or about to be seriously injured. He then turns to Stryker and questions. "Do you mind if I ask her a couple of questions after you're done with her? It's very important." He says, his voice like nails dragging on a chalkboard.

[guts]

Cosette was the sympathetic type. Among a clan of people who didn't care about the lives of anyone but themselves, she was different, an odd-ball. She was probably seen as weak, and she wanted to change that, but it was difficult to do so. She was just naturally a caring person, especially towards children. She had her own childhood ruined, dashed out by people who enslaved her and her family, so she wanted other young to have what she couldn't. She probably would have felt the same towards Goldenluxury, an ache in her chest knowing that she was scared and alone.

But she knew. She knew what had happened, that she had killed one of their members, despite her age. Even though her clan-mates were cold and often blood-thirsty, she still cared about the lot of them. Plus, even if it hadn't been one of their own, it was still murder. That's why she had an edge to her eyes, distant and cloudy, as she came over. The child looked innocent enough, but in her experiences, she had quickly learned not to judge a book by their cover. Everyone had something they never told or showed anyone.

The female turns, looking over towards Shigaraki and Stryker. She probably wouldn't stick around to watch when they began their little session. Despite what she had done, she didn't want to watch someone young get hurt like that.

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[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Watching as the female fumbled around in confusion, the lion let out a satisfied huff. She remembered nothing. He considered it a 'tabula rasa'. A blank slate. With proper nurturing and care, Stryker believed he could make the female somehow unconsciously regret her decisions but also better herself as a person through torture. Simply, he was a nurturer. Now if only this could succeed...

Mental manipulation aimed to breach Goldenluxury's head again, attempting to signal her head to turn towards him and her eyes to make contact with his own. He wanted the attention. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. He wanted to feel empowerment. Once her eyes reached his, a crooked smirk met his lips and Stryker leaned in close, his face growing inches of her own. "Come on, Blondie," came his cocky remark. Would she register Blondie as her name or would she remember Goldenluxury? Maybe the close synonym would make her synapses fire and cause a connection? Who knew. As of right now, the male did not know the extent to his hypnosis yet. The result interested him. "Chin up. We're about to have some fun."

Sigaraki caused him to pull back, neon eyes falling upon his groupmate. "I prefer actions over words, but do as you please," he offered back bluntly. The purpose of the experiment was to reform Goldenluxury after all. It couldn't solely lie on his influence. While he was the independent variable of the situation, there had to be other unexpected confounding variables. It just happened to be this.

His eyes caught onto Cosette. To him, she seemed rather disinterested in the situation. Whether it was out of boredom or concern, Stryker did not know. "She killed one of our own." Either way, he needed to specify why Goldenluxury was in this situation. Meaningless captures were not his thing.

[bubblegum]

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — [member=1771]Shigaraki,[/member]  ???

Slitted eyes narrowed at her words, a paw aiming to grab at her throat suddenly. Claws would attempt to grab into her skin and push her downwards, hoping she'd be too fearful to move. "You don't boss people around," he snapped. His grip loosened, features unwinding and his muscles relaxing. Stryker was oddly calm. "If you'd like me to backup, you're going to have to ask nicely." Really, his motives (for the most part) were good. If he wished for this girl to become better and not murder someone with such ever-loving madness, then there had to be some sort of punishment.

Sadly, it was not just that... Not only did he want the attention, but he was priming Goldenluxury to supply him with the kindness he never received. By threatening her, he was preventing future incidents of the female ever telling him what to do. She was going to be better, even if he had to do it in the wrong way. Lord were his perceptions skewed. He was constantly walking the tightrope between good and bad.

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[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — His head reeled back, peering backwards at those who surrounded him, awaiting their judgement on the subject. None had stepped forward. With gritted teeth, the male turned back to his victim. He was growing frustrated. Stryker had made progress, but all of her retaliation was unpleasant. It had lessened over time. Nevertheless, it was throwing him off every now and then after he thought he made the simplest imprint on his victim. Still, she eventually obeyed. "Thank you," he muttered back with a scowl. Stryker's grip loosened and he pulled away but still kept close for his own good. Couldn't lose his precious cargo just yet... He had to wave her in Pincher's face first.

"We're bettering you," came his sly answer. A paw aimed to pat lightly on the top of her head, cockily mocking friendliness. "Your crimes have been indescribable but you can make up for it by serving us." Smirking, he continued. "Prove yourself and you're gone..."