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don’t make me go wumbo ([personal profile] grice) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-07-01 07:37 pm

july catch-all (open + closed prompts in comments)

Who: falco w/ friends, old and new (you)!
What: an open log with a few closed prompts here and there for the duration of july; falco will be going through some changes that have to do with this player plot! i have my plans here and here for reference! feel free to reach out on the plotting comments, [plurk.com profile] liberos or owlie#3609 if you'd like to plot something specific! i can definitely do personalized tls!
When: july
Where: corners of trench!

Content Warnings: this will be updated accordingly! check out the headers for their appropriate cws! here you will find: rituals, possession, body horror, mentions of self harm, child death.

entreats: (just a cage of rib bones)

[personal profile] entreats 2022-07-03 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is the most normal kind of study group.

Though for now it seems only faintly sketchy, since they haven't made their way into the actual room yet. Ange is just standing outside the abandoned house, waiting for Falco. She would have gone inside already, but she thinks the inside might be.. a tad startling, so she figures it's probably to have some explanation first before she accidentally makes Falco freak out.

Besides, maybe he'd also want to let her take a look at whatever he had to show her before actually heading into some dark basement, Ange figures. It's why the girl is standing there, leaning with her back against the outer wall of the abandoned house until she spots Falco approaching. ]


Hey.

[ Said casually. Like they're not about to get into some real freaky stuff. ]

What did you have to show me? Would it be better to do that our here, or once we're down there? It's kind of dark in there.

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hauntedsavior: (⚡ they were talking death and glory)

i lied im doing it here

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-07-05 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[anna isn't here right now. the only thing that is here is a massive beast of black feathers, talons sharp as knives, and wings of reaper's cloth. it's clutching a sword dripping with vileblood as it flies, making a beeline to the last place it remembers seeing john. it moves like it's unfamiliar with its wings, like it's only had them for a handful of minutes, but it still cuts through the sky quickly enough, leaving a silhouette on the ground in the grim july sunlight.]

[it isn't anticipating any resistance, despite what the human it used to be had declared only a few moments before.]

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possessum: (and while the day burnt off to dusk)

(backdated) just an unnecessarily indulgent reaction for some pain 😌

[personal profile] possessum 2022-07-12 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
( Peter doesn't know how he ends up out here on the shoreline, far away from the safety of the Gaze townhouse. Far from everything. The ghosts have come up and out, and he lets them take him; they use him to wander, quiet and soft. He's nothing, he's fog, he's empty.

By the time he's Peter again, soaked through from rain, the thing on the beach has mostly melted away.

He can smell it, though, and he's leaning over as he stumbles against the black sands. A harsh gag forces its way from his throat, wrenching it up and downwards again, painfully. His eyes burn with hot moisture. Everything in him knows to turn and run away from whatever thing lies there in a heated mist, deteriorating. Something dead and rotting; he can't handle it. He can't see it. Dead, rotting things; in his mind, he hears the buzzing drone of so many flies and he feels sick.

....But something within him knows otherwise. Something ancient and knowing of things Peter can't possibly understand on his own: it recognises the particular smell of this blood, acidic and floral. But even before it knows the familiarity of that, it knows other things. The shape, the energy, of a small-framed boy with wide eyes — hopeful, mostly. Sad, often.

Peter understands, on a level that is nothing human, who's lying in that pile of steaming mist, seconds before he even sees the body. Then he does. Something small and unmoving, a dark lump there in the middle of the nightmarish fog left from dissolved flesh and feathers.

He thinks he can see something there in the grass, somewhere over there in the dark, through the rearview mirror. His eyes snap up — he thinks he sees it, the shape of it, or is it in his mind? She's in two pieces—

Peter cries out, quietly. It's so softly, it's barely audible at all. Just a little noise. His legs brush against themselves, almost tripping him up as he fumbles forwards. This isn't real, he thinks. This is a dream. Another dream. He'll wake up — sweating, panting, teary-eyed, like always.

But it isn't a dream. This nightmare is a very real thing. He knows that, too. Understands it. Understands that maybe everything has been building towards this. And yet he's still in a pained disbelief as he draws nearer to The Body and sees it's too less of a body at all, that it's incomplete, that it's—

He thinks he hears himself saying "help" out loud. No one will help. No one's around. Like then, he's alone. Like then, he's unable to breathe; his mouth opens and closes and he's giving strange little strained noises.

Unlike then, he stays.

He's on his knees. Close to the mist, but it burns; he can't get too close at all. Still, he's.... reaching, trying to. He thinks of drawing the small cloaked body to him, limp and heavy, holding it to his chest the way he held Charlie when she was so small and afraid. He can't, he can't; he's curling up on his side, cheek pressed against the hard wet sand, mouth straining open in a silent cry. It hurts. It hurts so much that he doesn't know how he can still be alive, he thinks he should be dead. He should be the one. Not Falco. Not him, no, please

—is this what it's all come to? Is this what the Reckoning has decided for his punishment? There's an M seared into Peter's palm for the little bird he once left, and abandoned, and broke.

He stays there, for maybe hours and hours. He won't leave him. He won't leave this broken bird. )
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-07-11 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[In the fairy's wake, a blackclad figure with his face obscured behind a scarf follows. He leaves trinkets everywhere that the little creature unknowingly plunders, murmuring apologies to baffled Trenchies, all while still managing to track the fast-flying Confetti.

If he showed himself to the red and blue dappled creature, Confetti doesn't know enough to understand what Paul has done. There's a better than good chance, he thinks, that Confetti would lead him willingly to wherever his destination is - but then again, he's been wrong about odds a great deal, lately.

So he keeps his distance and holds his tongue as Confetti leaves the confines of the city, the work of staying out of sight more challenging the farther they go, and his heartbeat stays steady as he begins to realize where they're headed.

What would Falco be doing out here?]

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[personal profile] fogsong 2022-07-12 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The storm is a brutal one and after it finishes wreaking havoc upon the shores, Sharon shoots Falco a quick text. Your place suffer any damage? She doesn't worry when he doesn't respond immediately but as the hours go by, and then days, worry begins to seep in. She tries to tell herself she's just being paranoid but she sends another text: Everything going all right?

When that doesn't get a response, she gives in to the worry and sends another, though this time through Perle: Come on, Falco. Text me. Call me. Come on.

Sharon hits the streets soon after, searching high and low. She goes to where she knows he stays and then she hits up places she knows he visits. When her searches turn up empty, her worry turns into a nervous, mind-addling panic. She goes through each of the districts. She asks strangers if they've seen him, giving descriptions of both Falco and Confetti, and luck is with her when a fisherman tells her he's seen the tiny winged creature (though no Falco, which sends her mind spiraling).

She heads to the rocky location the man spoke of and feels a sputter of excitement when she spots Confetti off in the distance. She's quick to follow after. ]

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possessum: (𝟎𝟕𝟎)

[personal profile] possessum 2022-07-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Falco has died. Peter knows this — saw it for himself. Not the death but the after, what was lying there in the heated mist that smelled like something red and raw peeled wide open. The small shape that was supposed to be a body but just looked like a nightmare.

It's his nightmare, and it plays out over and over and over again. It has for the past three years of his life. And this little bird may not have died at his hands, but there's some horrible festering thing inside of Peter that thinks my fault anyway. This month is the Reckoning's — it's the month of justice (punishment). Maybe this was always coming. Maybe Falco suffered this because of him.

He waits, with his head in his hands and something knocked loose inside him, for Falco Grice to come back on one of those stormy days. He doesn't. And now it's been a week, and Peter's horror finds new forms. Has he— returned to the ocean? Or has something else happened? Something that shouldn't? Peter's heart hammers and he's spending afternoons searching, but he can't find him. Messages go unanswered, maybe unheard at all.

One afternoon, Peter returns to the beach. Out where he'd found the Body, on the far reaches of the black sand. He paces, wide-eyed, mouth quivering — desperate. He turns to face the ocean, feeling sick. Helpless, always, sick from it. Is he out there, trying to return? Something's wrong. Something's wrong.

"Falco!" It's not quite a scream, but it's loud enough that it carries, and emotional enough that something at the back of his throat breaks, makes the name come out hoarse. "Falco!"
wannasmash: "Just like All Might." (mask cowl light)

mha manga spoilers

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-07-18 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Midoriya surmised that others would be searching the ground when he reported in, and he took to the skies with Float. He's not keeping parts of his power secret anymore, whatever anyone might infer about the link between Midoriya and his mortal enemy Shigaraki. His power is for saving people. There's no holding back when it comes to that.

He is possessed of a clawing, feral need to keep everyone safe. This is not due to the effects of this world, but something called forth from his deepest roots in times of need. Corruption only gives this churning furnace of an instinct a staying power that would not be possible for so long.

He thinks of Iida, one of his best friends, racing to take a lost child by the hand. That child had been him, so to speak. Midoriya knows the ache and panic of sudden loneliness and trauma and being lost in the midst of a storm. The two youngest members of House Atreides, such as it is now, whatever it is now, are the most vulnerable. Kaworu stayed willingly in the house of a manipulator and betrayer, the god-emperor named John. Falco is missing.

"Falco-kun!" he occasionally calls like a strange bird, and there is an echo from below. He kicks with super strength, displacing the air and propelling himself to float near the person on the ground.

"I--I know you..." He pushes his cowl back and lowers his mask to reveal someone high school age with messy green hair and freckles. Midoriya still retains the Corruption that overtook him during the shipwreck on the fifth. His impossibly all-white eyes are rimmed with sleepless shadows, his fangs cut into his lips, and claws ruin his gloves. His hero costume is washed but still somewhat stained with blood and in tatters from fighting Kaworu's Beast form.

"At Paul-kun's birthday party." At that house. It feels like an age ago.

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[personal profile] faceblocks 2022-07-13 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ vi is no familiar face, but she's here all the same, accompanied by a large wolfdog (today she is more dog than wolf; sometimes that changes) who's only slightly wary of the cave, before disregarding that entirely and padding softly in. the little flying creature (???) had stolen two fish right out of vi's hands as she'd been attempting to wrap them in paper - to stuff them into her bag, but---

---it's not even about the fish, really. except that it kind of is? she'd caught them herself (okay, fang had helped) cleaned them herself, and it had been part of the day's plan - a nice thing for a friend, and for a stranger - and now it's (literally) flown away. she cannot fly, but she's fast - and she's willing to parkour her way through all the things if she needs to - a trick that fang's also good at.

now that vi has followed inside, she stops shy of calling out and waits as her omen sniffs the air and cocks its head.]

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dirtdevil: (pic#15636969)

wheres my fuckin SON

[personal profile] dirtdevil 2022-07-14 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ when this is all over, they're going to have a very serious talk about not leaving home without your omni.

to be fair, he doesn't know Falco that well yet, but he's pretty sure this wasn't an issue of forgetfulness. that doesn't make it any less concerning when Falco doesn't come home one night, though—when the sun comes up the next day and there's still no sign of him, Levi and Erwin head out to search.

it's hard to know where to even start looking.

the weather is shit, which doesn't help. visibility is low, and flooding makes their searches take twice as long; the longer it takes, the more unnerved it makes him. he doesn't really show it, of course, but it doesn't matter now that he's made a threefold blood pact with Erwin: by now, Erwin almost certainly knows.

it really makes things easier when you suck at talking about your feelings.

honestly, with this level of bond, they could probably split up, but he won't do it. one person in his household has already disappeared, and he doesn't like leaving Erwin's side even at the best of times.

he's beginning to feel another pang of worry when he finally spots Confetti out of the corner of his eye. his hand darts out to grab Erwin's arm, not wanting to lose sight of Falco's little friend. ]


Wait, look, it's the egg—

[ uh. fuck. the little egg guy. Confetti, right, that's it. what does that name even mean? he'll ask sometime after they find Falco. which they are going to do. like, right now.

it's possible Confetti is just out here fucking around, he supposes, but the little creature seems to be acting purposefully, so he gets the feeling Falco has to be nearby. they trail him briefly without much of a clue where he's headed, but eventually it becomes clear: this crazy little motherfucker is headed straight for the huge cliffs of rock opposite the farther shore. ]


Where the hell is he going?

[ it's less a real question than an expression of bafflement and concern. this goddamn egg better be leading them to the right place. ]

where he at!!!!!

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[ K is a frequent visitor to the Farther Shores. It's a combination of things: his feeling a curious affinity for the sea, appreciating the scenery and normally quiet solitude, and it being one of his Gastly's and shiny Sandygast's favourite places in Trench to play, where the inky dark beach sand matches the Pokémon's own sandy body.

During one such trip, an abrupt storm that rapidly grows more severe has K recalling the Pokémon pair to the safety of their respective poké balls, before he seeks shelter in one of the nearby caves. It isn't the first time he's had to wait out a storm like this. He's accustomed to the caves usually being unoccupied, but as he makes his way further in, it becomes apparent that he isn't alone here. Though he carries no light sources, he has no difficulty seeing in the dark — and making out the form of the giant feathered beast. The sound it makes stops him in his tracks and he raises his empty hands in a placating manner, trying to convey that he doesn't want any trouble, either. ]


All right. I'm not going to bother you. [ His voice is calm and steady as he addresses the creature, though he takes an uncertain step backwards, debating how fast he should retreat. ] Just wanted to get out of the rain. [ For all the good it would do — he's already dripping wet. But, thanks to both his android physiology and Coldblood, at least he can't catch ill from the cold. ]

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icanhearscreams: (hmm...)

cw: mild suicidal ideation

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2022-07-11 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jun's discovered the caves, and out of a strange sense of nostalgia he heads inside. There's a strange noise, but he's weirdly calm. If he dies, he dies. He doesn't really care. He summons his omen - a large golden retriever - and lets him cast some light on the area.]

[He stops when he sees a shape moving in the distance. Some kind of... bird? But it's too big. He stares at it - and then it moves. It makes a sound. And it moves backwards - what kind of weird animal is that? He moves forwards again, trying to get a better look at it.]


Stop running away!

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[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-07-12 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gideon gets the message, maybe because she's in the House Atreides chat with Falco? She's not entirely sure. Part of her is terrified to go back to that beach, but she tells herself that Falco is important to Paul. She can't just leave him hanging. Besides, she doesn't have to go in the water.

She is in no way prepared for what she finds.

It's a...big bird? Chasing a lot of small birds? The big bird looks kind of messed up, actually. She thinks about Paul's joke about seagulls, with razors for beaks, and she decides to tread carefully. ]


Uh, hi? [ she waves. ] Are these Falco's chickens?

[ A beat. Falco did say he was too big... ]

Are you Falco?

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[sansa isn't sure if she's managed to acquire a reputation for bird handling or animal rescue this past month, or if this person simply admired her compassion for undead lizards. regardless, she is up and out the door, murmuring a response from un; lady into her omni crystal.]

I'm on my way.

[and indeed, soon sansa comes running down the beach with lady and her borzoi-shaped hellhound vhagar, who quickly encircle the beach brood, herding them closer together. sansa registers some surprise in passing that user name falcogrice is a giant vileblood bird creature, but not very much. she sits at the edge of the water and casts her chakra around for chickens.

she focuses on the baby chicks first–their tiny, panicked hearts are fragile, and she forces them to calm as she leads them out of the water. when they are steady enough her white raven omen carefully scoops each one in his talons and deposits them gently within the mass of chickens. when the chicks are safe, she focuses on catherine, who seems to have managed a little floating but is not at all happy about it.

she walks the hen up to her human lap and pulls her chakra back, surprised to find the panic of the baby chicks has left her in tears. she stands up, petting catherine the hen in gentle, soothing strokes, and sets her down with the rest of the brood.
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Here you are. They're safe now.

[she tries to steady her breath, blink away her tears. she may never eat chicken again. her omen comes to rest on her shoulder.]

Do you have a cart, or basket, to carry them?

[she looks around for one...]

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yes!

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