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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,
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.

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,
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.
CLOSED: hasbro ouija boards are outdated
( cw for rituals & possession )
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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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the contents are disturbing, on account of falco having no memory of it— but also, perhaps . . . a clue—? ]
I was going to message Peter, and . . . I found that.
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cw: blood
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cw for slime body horror, eldritch entity
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OPEN: the earth trembled— probably just thunder, or a massive body slam into the earth
( cw for violence, gorey descriptions of a giant animal thing & child death. ) this is mostly here for organizational purposes but feel free to react/handwave that your character saw or felt this if you’d like!
i lied im doing it here
[it isn't anticipating any resistance, despite what the human it used to be had declared only a few moments before.]
AYYYYYY 👀
he doesn't know what to think beyond another tragedy that wrenches his heart into a spiral. the farther shores, the rocks, the high hills and black sand— that's where she was. dodging and prying his way through the sky pthumerian domain was already one thing, soaring lower barely gave him room toward safety, but the boy persists, now a titan of nearly ten meters with a wingspan doubling it, of golden feathers contrasting sharply against the darkened sky black with mariana's offense. ]
Anna! [ the massive bird doesn't exactly speak; it is his omen that extends what he would like to say to her, with any and all the hope argonaut can give him: ] Miss Anna! Wait!
[ he's had half his tailfeathers already forcibly plucked, a gash through his back that lifts steam as it rapidly regenerates the open wound beading vileblood off golden plumage. ]
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OPEN: the actual thing
( cw for violence, gorey descriptions of a giant animal corpse, child death, beheading. ) | this is mostly here for organizational purposes but feel free to react/handwave that your character saw or felt this if you’d like!
(backdated) just an unnecessarily indulgent reaction for some pain 😌
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. )
OPEN: from squid to pilotless flesh mecha
( cw revival gone wrong, body dysphoria, unintentional self harm. ) this is mostly here for organizational purposes but feel free to respond!
OPEN: y’all falco stans be like
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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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inside, they're not as dark as one would expect. mysterious designs and natural lights glow from the cave's wall and ceilings. it's eyecatching, a little loud, given the sounds whirring from the winds outside— but it's restful. just not empty. paul would find what's taken residence here fills an otherwise vast, rocky chamber with its body so close to the ground to fit, its wings so pinned to its sides. confetti chirps happy and proud to have brought him food, hopeful that it would ease the low rumbles from his belly. falco would think to ask: where did you get all of this? is it missing from anyone's things? the fish are all raw, as are the potatoes. that's going to make an ugly concoction of tastes all put together, but . . .
falco won't reprimand him for trying. this might not even be enough— but the creature complies with a wistful sigh and opens up his beak for the fairy to dump every piece of food from its cloth bag. ]
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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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into the cave confetti goes. inside, falco seems to be managing the mountain of actual bread rolls the fairy manage to deliver some minutes earlier. he’s still . . . really worried, it forms a knot in a very big stomach. it was so weird feeling to have when he shouldn’t be. he shouldn’t even be in the oversized flight suit for this long, and yet— here he was! scooping up a bucket’s worth of soggy bread to put in both sets of jaws. he tries to chew and barely does. it’s kind of like.
inhaling krill?
yeah.
falco lays on his side and forgets to take the omni confetti gleefully offers him. the titan groans like a grand metal door to a mess hall that hasn’t been opened in ages. he’s tired, funky, bored and worried. also, somehow endlessly hungry. he wishes he could go outside, if not just for a moment to stretch his wings and get a look around.
even then, it felt like he would be drawing unwanted attention to himself. he’s not comfortable enough. in the meantime, falco fills his lungs, and scrapes at a rock in front of his eyes with a single talon, chipping away the flaky covers to expose deeper stone. he has no actual goal, here— just trying to pass the time and find a distraction.
confetti wilts, but holds onto the omni in the meantime. ]
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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!"
mha manga spoilers
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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---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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he’s suspecting the fish belong to someone, and he’s afraid of the possibility that it was stolen. without intention to “steal”, but it’s stealing nonetheless! the massive titan remains completely still while staring at the figure at the cave’s mouth. during that time, his feathers begin to stand on end. he doesn’t know what she’s going to do, but . . .
oh, boy. he’s definitely bigger than two houses stacked on each other.
the fairy seems to recognize the woman, and waves as if nothing has happened. it’s not his fault! he really thinks he’s done nothing wrong. ]
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wheres my fuckin SON
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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OPEN: now you too, could have a 90s jurassic park phase
( as a note, characters may be able to find an array of rare earth elements in these caves, including painite, yharnam stones and tonsil stones. fossils are usually found in pieces rather than in full, but can be of any crazy creature you think would be neat! falco also looks like this! )
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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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cw: mild suicidal ideation
[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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cw mention of persecution
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OPEN: chicken run, now did you see the little clay chickens in your head
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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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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.]
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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think we can start wrapping up!
yes!