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deercountry2022-07-01 07:37 pm
grice) wrote in 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]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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.
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!!!!!
but it also means their emotions are even more bared than normal, and levi's anxiety feeds into erwins anxiety feed back into levi's anxiety.
each passing hour aches a little bit more, wears a little bit more. erwin isn't the type of man to give up on someone so that's not even a thought in his mind, but the aching of wondering and worrying is exhausting.
he feels the spike in levi's consciousness and emotions before feeling him grasp his arm, and turns his gaze to follow where levi is looking.
confetti is certainly determined, and though he does spare them a glance and hesitate, he keeps moving so it's natural for them to fall into (hurried) step behind him. it doesn't take too long to ascertain where he's going, but it just makes erwin feel a little more on-edge than he already did. ]
Only one way to find out.
[ the closer they get, though, the more worried erwin feels. this isn't a good place for anyone, much less falco and confetti. ]
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they were possibly the only one's falco would trust with shortened distance right off the bat. confetti waits for the duo to come up shortly behind before zooming into one of the cracks that form a rather grand-sized cave. the sand is disheveled and messy. within, it's actually quite beautiful! the ceilings glow on their own, and the walls are covered in glyphs that illuminate the way, the space— and the fact that there is a great big bird in there. he doesn't panic when they come into view, but he does generously duck himself in an attempt to look smaller.
well, hey . . . here's your son. ]
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it's a bit on the perilous side following the flying egg down to wherever the hell he's going, but it's not terribly different from what they're used to: hanging out in trees, running around on rooftops (we don't talk about rooftops), that kind of thing. and of course Erwin probably does just fine balancing despite only having one arm because he's just that fucking amazing and talented and hot—wait, what?
right. Falco.
it briefly crosses his mind that there's a very small possibility that Confetti is a traitor and is in fact luring them to their deaths, but he's pretty sure that's not what's going on here. sure enough, while it would at least be a very pretty place to be murdered by a treacherous egg, the cave they follow Confetti into is not that kind of cave.
the glyphs on the wall momentarily catch his attention, but he's too hard-wired to assume death could be lurking behind any corner to spend more than a second looking at them.
plus there's a giant fucking bird in there.
briefly his eyes widen in sheer confusion, but then it clicks: that's no bird. he knows a titan when he sees one.
well, shit.
Falco's a shifter, so there's no real mystery there. he hasn't seen him like this—or he doesn't remember seeing him like this—but he's just going to skip past the bewildered verbal confirmation that it is indeed Falco anyway. no one needs that right now. ]
What are you doing out here?
[ it hits him after he asks. why in the hell would Falco be down here hiding in titan form unless he thought he had no other choice? ]
—Are you stuck like this?
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it really isn't a murder cave, which is good, and although erwin does spend more time than levi taking in the glyphs and the way the ceilings glow before his gaze falls to the bird—titan—before them.
Erwin doesn't mince words about the titan before them being falco either; he accepts it because he trusts levi's judgment on it and also because his own judgment says the same thing. this is falco.
but levi's question is pertinent and he frowns briefly, looking falco over but coming to the same conclusion. it tracks: if falco had been able to come home as they know him best he would have, which begs the question: how are they supposed to help him get back to normal, exactly? obviously they have to get him home, but at this size...
well, any titan size would be a problem, but this is over and beyond. ]
It's good that we ran into Confetti, or we never would have known.
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Sor . . . ry.
[ what he was doing: erwin had the idea. he was too big to show up anywhere else highly populated. was he stuck— he hopes that the apology was a hint.]
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Don't be sorry. It's not your fault.
[ actually, he has no idea whatsoever what happened that left Falco stuck in this form, but it doesn't matter. he can't fathom Falco doing anything that would put him in this situation on purpose, anyway.
damn. is he gonna have to kill someone here already? ]
We're gonna figure it out.
[ he does his best to look reassuring through it all, but that's never been a talent of his. then he looks up at Erwin, lips pressed in a thin line like he's afraid what he's thinking will just fall out of his mouth if they're not.
fortunately, thinking it is all he has to do: they're gonna have to cut him out of there, aren't they? ]
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There's nothing to be sorry for.
[ sure, they were worried, and it's clear to both of them they still are, but he can't fault falco for his decisions: he's young, and it's difficult to make decisions while your mind is clouded.
levi comes to the same conclusion as him almost in the same moment and he lets out a slow, grounding breath.
then he nods. he doesn't have to, because he could just think it, but he does. just the once. ]
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the titan makes a low drawling sound. it sounds a lot like huh?? ]
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not yet, anyway. ]
It's okay. We're gonna fix this, I promise.
[ hopefully it won't involve cutting Falco out of that thing, but... well. what other options do they even have?
that's step one, he guesses. the cutlery doesn't come out until all other possibilities have been exhausted. ]
How did this happen? Can you tell us?
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he considers, just as briefly, the ramifications of what he thinks he can safely suggest.
well, 'safely' is subjective. it's cruel in a way to even think about it, but the fact remains...
he wonders, a little less briefly, if falco's titan transformation has anything to do with the blood-fueled beasthood that this place has. ]
Anything you could tell us would help.
[ warmblood can draw people back from beasthood.
he doesn't have to think this in a suggestion sort of way, even: he knows levi can follow his entire train of thought.
a last resort? or the second to last, with cutting falco out to be the last.
he can't quite bring himself to look at levi as he thinks it, though. ]
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taking the necessary precautions, falco firsts starts with the universal “stay calm” gesture, with both hands. the probability of them knowing sign language was at an all time low, so he had to try something else. the sand seems like the closest vehicle he has— and so he writes, at their feet with a talon, the eldian letters that read: D I E ]
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oh, hell no.
it takes a second for him to process, but once he realizes it's "die" as in "I died," his eyes widen in horror. he looks up at Falco, and it's not the kind of horror usually on people's faces when they see a titan—the expression he's seen on countless dead bodies.
it's more like an apology. ]
What... how?
[ he's not sure how Falco can answer with such limited means of communication, but he can't stop himself from asking anyway. regardless of the answer, how could they have let this happen? what the fuck is the point of all of his supposed strength if he can't even prevent a kid from dying?
he doesn't miss Erwin's thoughts about the possibility of using his blood—and he would readily offer it if so—but for the moment, he's not thinking clearly. it's all guilt and anger. ]
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he knows that people can die here and come back like what happened on their arrival, but he didn't expect to be exposed to it so soon, and with a child they've tasked themselves with watching over at that.
guilt bubbles up in him like bile too, leaving a sour taste in the back of his mouth as he tries to settle into something that's a little less self loathing. he can feel the guilt and anger coming from levi too, and he knows that it's going to go into a feedback loop if they let themselves sink into it too far.
still, it's a difficult pill to swallow. he puts his hand at levi's elbow as a grounding gesture that they both need. ]
Was it the result of a person?
[ he needs to know. for reasons. ]
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BEASTHOOD.
TRIED TO HELP.
PLEASE NOT BE MAD AT HER
SHE SUFFERED. ]
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after reading Falco's answer, the anger begins to dissipate; the guilt, not so much, but his expression softens a little, not wanting to traumatize Falco more than he's already suffered. ]
So you were trying to help your friend.
[ he's quiet for a moment, seemingly thoughtful. ]
That was very brave of you.