Did you listen to a word I said? We don't have TVs in my time. I'm from 998 AD. Pretty sure the commonfolk would shit their pants if there was suddenly something like that here.
[Then again, maybe not. It probably wasn't impossible for the Intoners to create something like that.]
Someone who used to live here introduced me to TVs while he was here. I particularly liked the one movie about the gross monster that mimicked people.
[He's talking about John Carpenter's The Thing, naturally.]
I'll give you that dragons are cooler than dinosaurs. Unless they're hybrids and are a dragon dinosaur. Technically pterodactyl could be those.
CGI. If you didn't know it, I'm the asshole. You're capable of making an ass of yourself all without me, but not for that. The CGI in the later remake wasn't bad, just wasn't good either. Did he show you the Alien series?
[No, you see, Dito... You've activated his nerd card.]
[Oh no, he's captured Shigaraki's interest, whatever shall he do, etc.]
He showed me the first one, but told me there were more. We didn't get to watch the rest before he disappeared, though he did warn me not to watch past the second one. He never told me why.
Should I throw caution to the winds and invite you into my home, then? It might be risky, but I think you've already seen by my fighting style that I like taking risks.
[That's true... if Dito invites him over, he'll know where he lives.]
That's up to you. I could've killed you any time I wanted and that if I wanted you dead, you would be. Your omen would bitch and I'm not interested in that either.
That doesn't rule out little deaths, though. My omen would bitch about those too, of course, but who cares what she thinks?
[If there was anyone in the world who could get his rocks off to the sound of Private Hudson pussing out in the background, it'd be Dito.]
Like I said, I'm willing to take my chances. Odds are it'll be an entertaining evening at the very least.
[He sends the coordinates to his house in Crenshaw over to Shigaraki, and tells himself that the excited chills running up his legs are just the prospect of this visit once again staving off his ever-present boredom.]
[Dito briefly considers asking Shigaraki what a "black light" is, but ultimately decides against it. Odds are it's some new futuristic toy that Five somehow hadn't yet discovered. And hey-- if Shigaraki wants to play like that, he's willing to oblige.]
Shit their pants? Why is that? Do you know a lot of people in Crenshaw or something?
Let's just say that if there were a creature here more frightening than anything someone had ever seen? That bitch is going to stand in my shadow. You live around a lot of the people who think that very way from my home world.
[Oh, Shigaraki. You had his curiosity, and now you have his attention.]
I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a deterrent? Honestly, I gathered all that just from watching you fight. You wouldn't be the first white-haired, red-eyed beauty I've encountered who could instill fear in the hearts of men.
It just means there'll probably be no one coming around and bothering us, that's all.
[He's taking 'beauty' as sarcastic, but it rolls off his back.]
Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Depends on if they think I'm there to hurt you because I'm going to walk straight down the street, taking every long way just to fuck with them as a teaser trailer.
[Whenever Shigaraki gets around to visiting Dito's house, he'll find that the front door is unlocked. The disciple had never gotten into the habit of locking his doors while he was awake-- any valuable objects that he possessed were always on his person, and if anyone burst into his house looking for a fight, well... he'd be more than happy to oblige them.
The warm and heady smell of chicken stew wafts in from the kitchen. Dito's normal hunting attire has been replaced with a more casual shirt with trousers and suspenders, and he lounges supine across the arms of the living room sofa, his nose stuck in a book of Plato's Dialogues. His spear lies within reach against the chair. There's no sound except a steadily ticking clock; the occasional turning of a page.
Is Shigaraki going to announce his presence or simply sneak in like a creeper?]
Out of habit, he tries the doorknob first. Since it opens, the answer is a bit of both. After spying the body of his host laying across the couch and closing the door behind him, Shigaraki puts his hands in his pockets. "You already know I'm here, so don't pretend to read."
If he didn't know Shigaraki was there, which is a possibility, then now he does. But excuse him as he sort of looks to the kitchen, because there's no such thing as home cooking at his non-home.
It's still unclear whether or not Dito was already aware of his presence, but the slow and easy smile he flashes as he slides catlike off the couch should be a good indication that he expected Shigaraki to arrive, at the very least.
He raises his arms above his head in an indulgent stretch before striding off in the direction of the kitchen, the sheathed spear remaining where it is against the sofa. No shortage of confidence, this one.
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[Then again, maybe not. It probably wasn't impossible for the Intoners to create something like that.]
Someone who used to live here introduced me to TVs while he was here. I particularly liked the one movie about the gross monster that mimicked people.
[He's talking about John Carpenter's The Thing, naturally.]
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There's a few like that. What else happened in it?
[It's making the beach more interesting and less depressing that's for sure.]
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How the hell am I supposed to know that? The calendar doesn't go up that far in my world.
It was the one with the transforming dogs. And the men tied to the couch. And they were in some kind of snowy environment.
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Because ours goes backward, I'm supposed to know you were born with a dinosaur given to you by your ninja village?
Oh. The Thing. Was it the original or the remake?
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[Luckily, Sal's told him enough about the movie that he recognizes what Shigaraki is asking, even if he doesn't fully understand it.]
He said it was the original. No sea-gee-eye, whatever that means. I assume it has something to do with the ocean.
And now you're about to tell me that I'm dumb, I can feel it.
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CGI. If you didn't know it, I'm the asshole. You're capable of making an ass of yourself all without me, but not for that. The CGI in the later remake wasn't bad, just wasn't good either. Did he show you the Alien series?
[No, you see, Dito... You've activated his nerd card.]
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He showed me the first one, but told me there were more. We didn't get to watch the rest before he disappeared, though he did warn me not to watch past the second one. He never told me why.
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Are you inviting me to your home for the evening, Lord Wraith?
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If I had a home, no. I don't stay in one place. I'll figure something out. You can keep calling me that, flattering will get you nowhere.
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That's up to you. I could've killed you any time I wanted and that if I wanted you dead, you would be. Your omen would bitch and I'm not interested in that either.
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[If there was anyone in the world who could get his rocks off to the sound of Private Hudson pussing out in the background, it'd be Dito.]
Like I said, I'm willing to take my chances. Odds are it'll be an entertaining evening at the very least.
[He sends the coordinates to his house in Crenshaw over to Shigaraki, and tells himself that the excited chills running up his legs are just the prospect of this visit once again staving off his ever-present boredom.]
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[Shigaraki takes a little bit to respond after seeing that.]
lol. You're going to make a lot of people shit their pants. This is perfect.
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Shit their pants? Why is that? Do you know a lot of people in Crenshaw or something?
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Still want me to show up?
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I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a deterrent? Honestly, I gathered all that just from watching you fight. You wouldn't be the first white-haired, red-eyed beauty I've encountered who could instill fear in the hearts of men.
It just means there'll probably be no one coming around and bothering us, that's all.
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Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Depends on if they think I'm there to hurt you because I'm going to walk straight down the street, taking every long way just to fuck with them as a teaser trailer.
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I'll come to make sure you're not bsing about the address.
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Maybe if you get here in time there'll be some dinner left over. If that's any incentive at all.
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Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way. I'll get there when I get there.
[Which will be a bit speedier since..... y'know. Food.]
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The warm and heady smell of chicken stew wafts in from the kitchen. Dito's normal hunting attire has been replaced with a more casual shirt with trousers and suspenders, and he lounges supine across the arms of the living room sofa, his nose stuck in a book of Plato's Dialogues. His spear lies within reach against the chair. There's no sound except a steadily ticking clock; the occasional turning of a page.
Is Shigaraki going to announce his presence or simply sneak in like a creeper?]
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If he didn't know Shigaraki was there, which is a possibility, then now he does. But excuse him as he sort of looks to the kitchen, because there's no such thing as home cooking at his non-home.
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It's still unclear whether or not Dito was already aware of his presence, but the slow and easy smile he flashes as he slides catlike off the couch should be a good indication that he expected Shigaraki to arrive, at the very least.
He raises his arms above his head in an indulgent stretch before striding off in the direction of the kitchen, the sheathed spear remaining where it is against the sofa. No shortage of confidence, this one.
"Dinner's on the stove. I've already eaten."
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