[ ooc notes: All Might has two fairly distinct appearances: his muscle form, and his true form. As a general rule, All Might will be trying to keep these two identities separate so characters shouldn't be able to recognize both forms as belonging to the same person. If your character has abilities that would clue them in however, I'm fine with it! But please let me know first. ]
a. standby for carrie: the musical starring me (true form) [ It's not in All Might's nature to panic, not after so many years of fighting the odds and feeling the threat of death grip his heart over and over. But right now, trekking through the icy fields exhausted both mentally and physically, he has to admit that he's anxious. Not so much because of the frigid temperatures or the fact that their destination appears to be an impossible distance away, but because he's wearing clothes that fit him.
It's disconcerting, to know that if need be, he won't be able to take on his more muscular form without going the rest of the trip in the nude.
Perhaps it's because the lingering anxiety that he coughs up blood so easily when he stubs his foot against a rock. And the problem with his usual blood spurting antics in sub-zero temperatures, is that the blood freezes all over his face.
He's still stumbling somewhat, the wind having an easy time pushing his thin form around, pale and face splattered with blood when he drops a hand on your shoulder, ]
Excuse me...
b. help i've fallen and can't get up (true form) [ All Might may be one of Earth's most celebrated heroes back home, but there's no denying it: he is somewhat past his prime. (For both health reasons, and for missing-half-of-his-organs reasons.) And while Nadril is a technological wonder, and it's hotel incredibly convenient, for a man standing at over seven feet, it's a bit cramped.
And so, the morning after their arrival to Nadril, All Might, the Symbol of Peace, lies groaning in his bed: he'd slept wrong, and now his back isn't letting him move. ]
Ugghhhhhhh…
[ Thankfully, there are no spurts of blood shooting from his mouth, but he doesn't seem any less ghastly.
The door to his room his open, but everyone seems to be scurrying past as quickly as they can whenever they pass by, even while the ever helpful Ralf chirps, Assistance please! Assistance please!
But who can save him from the clutches of old age? ]
c. a beautiful smiling face the sequel: instant regret (muscle form) [ —Hold up, those pictures go back to normal after a couple of hours? ]
Oh no!
[ Maybe it's not necessary for All Might to keep his hero and his civilian identities separate—the Symbol of Peace doesn't mean anything to the people here, but. It's hard. He doesn't need to be needed, but there's still something in him that struggles to let go of the identity he spent his entire life building.
And so: ]
Don't mind me!
[ Suddenly, All Might is right next to you, yoinking that photograph out of your hand. (Because like a fool he'd been handing them out all willy nilly.) It might not even be of him, did he get his targets mixed up?! In any case, hopefully you don't need it because he'll be taking it for himself before running off like the world's oddest purse snatcher. ]
d. wildcard [ Feel free to hit me up with anything else! All Might will be seen generally struggling in the cold, trying to befriend robot pets, or indulging drunken dare games for the sake of team building. Or, feel free to leave a blank comment, and I will write up a custom prompt. For wildcards, please let me know which form you're planning to thread with, or I'll just pick at random. C: ]
all might | my hero academia
a. standby for carrie: the musical starring me (true form)
[ It's not in All Might's nature to panic, not after so many years of fighting the odds and feeling the threat of death grip his heart over and over. But right now, trekking through the icy fields exhausted both mentally and physically, he has to admit that he's anxious. Not so much because of the frigid temperatures or the fact that their destination appears to be an impossible distance away, but because he's wearing clothes that fit him.
It's disconcerting, to know that if need be, he won't be able to take on his more muscular form without going the rest of the trip in the nude.
Perhaps it's because the lingering anxiety that he coughs up blood so easily when he stubs his foot against a rock. And the problem with his usual blood spurting antics in sub-zero temperatures, is that the blood freezes all over his face.
He's still stumbling somewhat, the wind having an easy time pushing his thin form around, pale and face splattered with blood when he drops a hand on your shoulder, ]
Excuse me...
b. help i've fallen and can't get up (true form)
[ All Might may be one of Earth's most celebrated heroes back home, but there's no denying it: he is somewhat past his prime. (For both health reasons, and for missing-half-of-his-organs reasons.) And while Nadril is a technological wonder, and it's hotel incredibly convenient, for a man standing at over seven feet, it's a bit cramped.
And so, the morning after their arrival to Nadril, All Might, the Symbol of Peace, lies groaning in his bed: he'd slept wrong, and now his back isn't letting him move. ]
Ugghhhhhhh…
[ Thankfully, there are no spurts of blood shooting from his mouth, but he doesn't seem any less ghastly.
The door to his room his open, but everyone seems to be scurrying past as quickly as they can whenever they pass by, even while the ever helpful Ralf chirps, Assistance please! Assistance please!
But who can save him from the clutches of old age? ]
c. a beautiful smiling face the sequel: instant regret (muscle form)
[ —Hold up, those pictures go back to normal after a couple of hours? ]
Oh no!
[ Maybe it's not necessary for All Might to keep his hero and his civilian identities separate—the Symbol of Peace doesn't mean anything to the people here, but. It's hard. He doesn't need to be needed, but there's still something in him that struggles to let go of the identity he spent his entire life building.
And so: ]
Don't mind me!
[ Suddenly, All Might is right next to you, yoinking that photograph out of your hand. (Because like a fool he'd been handing them out all willy nilly.) It might not even be of him, did he get his targets mixed up?! In any case, hopefully you don't need it because he'll be taking it for himself before running off like the world's oddest purse snatcher. ]
d. wildcard
[ Feel free to hit me up with anything else! All Might will be seen generally struggling in the cold, trying to befriend robot pets, or indulging drunken dare games for the sake of team building. Or, feel free to leave a blank comment, and I will write up a custom prompt. For wildcards, please let me know which form you're planning to thread with, or I'll just pick at random. C: ]