Mad_Munchkin
Izuku loved traveling, especially when it's with his friends. Exploring little shops filled with treasures and treats. This road trip would turn out to be exceptionally special. Going down to see the sights offered in New Orleans.
The birthplace of jazz, vibrant parades, and more importantly voodoo. Izuku had always found it particularly intriguing, the people that practiced it were always so sure of themselves. If he's honest those are the types of people he wants to grow himself into.
Going further down the road of chants, incantations, shadows that feel to alive if you look long enough.
A little shop in the depths of New Orleans seems to embody that feeling. Being drawn to it him and his friends are pulled in, each entranced in their own way looking at books, stones holding powers of beyond the physical plain, and many trinkets holding different stories beyond their borders.
looking at all the shop has to offer, his eyes are caught on just one item in particular.
A doll, about the size of his hand fully stretched out. Nothing special. Blong hair sewn into its head, tan skin. But the most captivating eyes he'd ever laid eyes on. Most definitely made of some sort of glass, look to have more laying in there depths. A note attached to his head, not bothering to look Izuku has found the thing he plans to take home as a token of remembrance of the trip.
Is the doll really just that? A doll? A souvenir of sorts? Or is there more to it? More stirring his spirit to uncomfortable lengths?