Housetrade [Troll!Kiri x Bakugou]

[NicTheDjinn]

"You sure it's cool for us to be up here?" Kirishima asked, even as he entered the room with his friend. He and Shouto weren't the closest of friends exactly, but they were friends. For a highblood, the two-toned troll was very mellow, and though he didn't come off as outwardly friendly he was honestly a good guy. He just had trouble expressing himself was all! Sure, he came off as cold most of the time, but he really wasn't. He'd asked if he could come visit, mostly out of curiosity and much to his delight, Todoroki was fine with showing him his hive. Rather than building his own, it had actually been inherited, passed down from his ancestor along with a journal that urged him to achieve greatness his ancestor hadn't quite reached. That was a hell of an expectation to be placed on a guy... All the same, he was here now and together they had climbed the stairs up to the attic. They'd explored much of the hive already, but for some reason there were instructions not to come into this room. Spite for his ancestor had lead to Shouto ignoring the warning and indulging Kirishima in his curiosity.

"Yes, it's fine. I've been in here before. It's just a room like any other. It seems my ancestor had some sort of obsession though. His journals seem to suggest that he could take over an entire world of his own with some kind of machine... Ridiculous..." Murmured the navyblood following his redblooded friend into the dusty room. While he had been inside, he admittedly didn't come in here often. In fact, he'd only come in here a couple of times in his entire life. Knowing this room was so important to his ancestor put him off greatly. As such, though he looked around, he did so idly and without touching anything. He was honestly having some regrets as the room made him feel uncomfortable, but Eijirou had been so excited and curious...

"This is so cool... It's not just any room, man, look at this stuff!" Well, if nothing else, Eijirou was having a good time. He looked around as he pleased, peeking into books and notes that he didn't really understand. Stuff about portals, other worlds, and... Giant snake hate-sex? Weird. Going over to a dusty shelf, he plucked a particularly thick book to look at, only to notice that there was something inside of it. Letting the book fall naturally open, he found a key resting between the pages. It was swirled with brilliant green and red. It was a bit creepy looking, honestly. Picking the key up, he set the heavy book down to take a better look at it. He wondered what this key was for...

His attention was drawn back to the giant machine at the back of the room. He'd been meaning to look at it, but hadn't worked his way back there yet. Hm... It had snakes on it and so did the key. Maybe they were related. "Hey, Todoroki. I found this key, think it has something to do with that crazy machine back there?" He asked, offering the key to the blueblood. It wasn't his key, after all, so it didn't feel right doing something with it himself.

After examining it for a moment, the two-toned troll shrugged very shallowly. "Perhaps. I've never looked that closely at anything up here," he admitted, falling into step with the faux redhead as he made his way over to the machine. Before they could continue speaking, however, he stumbled, fingers unable to let go of the key as it dragged him forward when he got too close to the machine itself. He struggled, ignoring the alarmed cries of his friend as he struggled to free himself. It was no use... The key forced him to slip it into the machine and turn. The machine whirled to life then, lights flickering throughout the hive, not to mention the machine itself. The snakes opened their mouths wide then suddenly beams of light blew two holes into the ceiling. His breath caught as he was lifted up off the ground, enveloped in a beam of green and lifted right up out of the hive and high up into the air. As he rose up and up, he was surprised to see some sort of pale creature zip past him in the other beam heading down towards his hive.

Back at the machine, Kirishima panicked, trying everything he could think of to try to reverse the effects of the machine or even just turn the damn thing off, but nothing worked. In the end, the machine shut off on its own, but only after dumping a pale-haired, pink-skinned creature onto the floor. The room grew dark again as the machine fell silent. He stared at the being now in the room with him, holding his breath. What was that? It wasn't a troll, though it was similar in shape to one. Why was it so pale? What happened to the poor creature's horns? This was all his fault! "H-hey, uh, you alright? Can you understand me?"

[LovelyBones]

"I can't believe this...." Katsuki muttered bitterly, looking around the near-pitch warehouse he and Izuku had been sent to investigate together. "This place is like a maze-- Deku, you better be keeping track of this area somehow." He spoke into his earpiece as he squinted onto the darkness. By now, he's adjusted to the lack of light, spare for the occasionalpool from the windows up above that were far and few.

"I am!! And I found a strange key in the office overlooking the south end of the warehouse!!" Izuku replied in a hushed tone, though the discovery had excited him a bit. "It's so strange-- it's a weird color, has two angry looking snakes on it, and a red and green swirl in the center face of it!!" He then looked further into the warehouse, at the far corner area, and noticed something amorphous in shape, tarped over. "Hey, Kaachan, meet me in the north east corner, won't you? I think we found that missing artifact!"

"already in that area, I think-- yeah, I see that tarp now, get your ass over here, but make it quiet. Who knows if its alarmed or not." Katsuki replied, peeking around the corner of a crate several meters away from the suspect area. What the League wanted with the weird junk art was beyond him, but it had to be something important if they went out of their way to steal it before it could make it to the Tokyo Museum of Modern and Arts and Antiquity. Something told Katsuki that they weren't hard up on cash, though.

Izuku soon bounced his way opposite of Katsuki, and looked around carefully. "Should we close in, Kaachan?" He asked, before seeing the blonde nod and slowly began creeping forward, and Izuku soon did the same. So far, so good, they closed in, and luckily, there was no sight of any security devices or alarms in place. Once they were both in front of the now obvious target item, they looked to one another, anxiety gnawing at them both.

"Deku, hand me the key, then use Black Whip to move that tarp off." Katsuki suggested, not knowing if the item was booby trapped in any way or not. At least that way, they wouldn't be in immediate danger with Izuku's long-range ability. Key in hand, he watched the greenette uncover the weird art piece, and, sure enough, it was what they had been looking for. However, once exposed, the key in Katsuki's hand began to react, dragging him with an inhuman force that he couldn't pull away from. "W-what the Hell-- Deku, pull me out of this thing!!" Katsuki's voice cracked in horror, and though Izuku did his best to use his super strength to pull Katsuki away, it did nothing. When the key inserted and twisted itself into a perfectly shaped hole, the art piece began to react, reveal itself to be some ancient and mysterious machine, and a portal as, suddenly, Katsuki was shot up in a beam of light, forcing Izuku back onto the cold cement floor.

Izuku watched helplessly as the blonde was sent upward, only for someone else to come crashing down in an opposite beam of light, leaving poor Izuku sad, confused, and almost self loathing, having gotten his childhood friend back, only to lose him indefinitely. However, upon seeing the mostly humanoid young man, he had to get him put of this place safely, because surely with the beacons of light and the sounds of destruction, surely the operationhad to be put on hold. However, he grabbed the key and stranger before hopping the hell outta there, planning on asking questions later.

Katsuki was none too happy when he found himself in a strange place, almost face to face with a grey-skinned and horned humanoid. But, when the stranger spoke, he stood quickly, getting into a defensive stance, "Yeah, I understand ya, Shitty Hair, but where the fuck am I?? Are you working with the League?!" He asked, his palms sparking a bit as he glared at the other, more nervous individual.

[NicTheDjinn]

Oh no, he's pretty!! Wait, no, focus! Wait. "My name is Kirishima and my hair isn't that different from yours! You're in my friend's attic. Uh... 'League'? Do you mean the Alternian Empire? I mean... We're all technically part of it? Well, not you, I guess, but yeah? Sort of? I would be shipped off by the end of this sweep, assuming I have my adult molt before then. I'm not sure what would happen if I don't..." More quietly, seeming to himself, he muttered, "I hope I don't get culled over something like that..."

Goodness, the grey-skinned idiot talked too much. It seemed that Bakugou had traded one chatterbox for another. More accurately, the chatterboxes had traded one emotionally stunted friend for another... "I hope Todoroki is okay..." He looked back at the machine then, pointed ears drooping in his anxiety and worry. "I shouldn't have messed with that key..." He sighed, turning his attention back to the pink... Alien? He's supposed this would technically qualify as an alien. That was pretty cool actually! He'd never met one before! Few trolls did till they were sent off-world, though considering he was destined to be a slave dedicated to manual labor, he wasn't sure how many aliens he would personally get to see anyway...

"This thing has gone all quiet now... I don't know how it works, but... Well, there are lots of books and stuff about it in here. Maybe we can figure out how to get you home and get my friend back too. For now, though, we should probably go back to my hive... I don't think Todoroki's lusus would be okay with us staying over if he's not here and it'll be daybreak soon. You can stay at my place though so don't worry about that! Say... What do you eat anyway...? I hope the food here will be okay for your alien digestive system..."

Considering he'd been greeted with hands sparking threateningly, the grey teen was weirdly okay with this. He didn't even look like he felt threatened. In truth, he was ready to harden at a moment's notice, should he need to, but till then he saw no reason to. Threats couldn't actually hurt you, after all.