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

[grice]

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.

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[grice]

[ behold, falco has become full popcorn, his stare unwavering between the girl and her growing omen. maybe he should just . . . stand still. perfectly still. he doesn't to hurt anyone, and she doesn't either, from the initial meeting. confetti doesn't exactly respond— he just chirps and does a loop in the air. new friends! the giant bird, on the other hand—

slowly nods. if she had followed confetti here, and confetti had these cleancut fish— he cups his massive hands with these meat hangers for talons beneath his fairy, happy to give the fillets over to him, but what he does next is, carefully, slowly . . . stretch to hold it out to her and her omen. ]

[faceblocks]

[the omen, mostly unsurprised - rises up (and out) in size in an attempt to make the handover easier, offering also a pleased whine into the air between them.

vi? her heart's sure beating fast, and not exactly in the good way - this is sure a surge of adrenaline, but it's uh. it's something. and then she feels the tiniest smile tugging the corner of her lips at the fairy's little loop-de-loop. now is also the time it hits her that wow, she can't really say much about stealing without being a complete hypocrite. half the time she'd stolen it hadn't even been food, it had just been stuff: some of it not even necessary.

the gesture sort of makes her feel sorry - have a bit of sheepish awe, falco.]

You do understand. Okay, so. I'm sorry about all ...this? These fish were just kind of a big deal and---

---it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not sure if I could even manage that. But hey, not trying. Nope. Not happening. Really glad we see eye to eye on that part.

[the creature's tense. aware. quiet. apparently pretty chill with having its lair invaded. but somehow unable or unwilling to hunt for food, and reliant on its tiny (?) companion?]

Are you okay? Do you need someone to bring you more food? I can get you a whole assload of it if you want.

[grice]

[ once the exchange has been made, falco brings his talons back to himself, curled up and meek in the act of exposing them. he’s trying his best to cover them even, hoping to making himself, at the very least, a little less daunting. to the offer of food (a lot of it), falco shakes his head and holds his hand up in gentle objection. no, no that’s quite alright! you don’t need to go out of your way—

his big, rebellious new stomach moans in retaliation to being close to empty for a while now, to which the giant bird looks humanly sheepish, his feathers bringing up an even greater floof as he tries to desperately mask that it’s growling. no eye contact. just.

. . . cough cough. short imitation of stomach sounds. ]

[faceblocks]

Look, I know what it is to be hungry, okay?

[she also knows what it is to be alone, and what it is to have someone to rely on, someone that relies on you - and this whole scenario - the guessing game of which thing could it be - it hits all her buttons.]

I can't just leave you here knowing that. [or hearing that - come on, that was obviously not a cough.] Just---

---give me a few hours. I can whistle for your friend when I'm outside. That way you don't have to get your feathers up. Don't even have to see another face. Just a pile of food. I just need to know what you like.

[she cannot promise 100% she will be able to get it exactly, but she'll try.]

[grice]

[ that's— that's one way to get a titan to comply! the bird's eyes seem to briefly widen, and evaluating her reason actually . . . no, easily touches his heart. he knows he'd do the same thing, because he's been through the same thing and simply doesn't wish to bother her with work. and if the distance is still safe, like it is now? oh, his silence is so annoying. he starts with a groan, but knows it's hard to get coherent words out. could she read? he hopes, extends his arm to a more illuminated space by the cave's mouth, at least closer to where vi stands, and begins to write . . .

the words he leaves behind in the black sand clearly reads: THANK YOU. ANYTHING. and then, after a hesitant, shy pause, he adds: CAN I SEE FACE? FROM DISTANCE LIKE THIS?

he still wanted to see people. ]

[faceblocks]

[the groan ...does cause a small start, a nervous laugh, and then a short, soft laugh at her own expense. she squints and cranes her head toward the sand. the first part she reads aloud.]

Thank you. Any---ah. Good. [and her omen stretches down and in and pads back to her with the cutlets in her teeth, rises on hind legs to gingerly place the them in vi's bag, using both muzzle and front legs before winding around and behind vi's legs, making a small almost-bow to the two new acquaintances. she nudges the back of vi's knee as the rest of the message is writ large:]

I don't see why not.

[she steps forward just enough that she might be more visible - and fang moves again - shines her eyes upward on vi's face so that she might be more clearly seen. the young woman manages a small smile. it's a bit awkward, but it's genuine.]

[grice]

[ pink hair definitely sticks out, particularly an unnatural sort of color for hair, but— it's vibrant! and actually really cool. he has this beak mask, it's close to impossible to see him smiling unless you look in there, but it's small and someway heartfelt.

now that they see each other, there's one other thing they should exchange, too. the bird cleans up the sand with the back of a single finger and then adds: FALCO. ]

[faceblocks]

[she watches the sand clear, watches the feather form another word:]

Falco. That's you? I'm Vi. [a nod toward her owen] This is Fang. I...

[she's backing up slowly, turning back to offer a last smile and stopping herself from saying sit tight ...because really? it doesn't seem likely falco is going to try going anywhere.]

...I think we've got this.

[a few hours later she'll return with a whole cart of food. (fish! probably blueberries!) and company.]

[grice]

[ both for departure and to regreet vi when she returns— falco is a little more at ease, waving amiably at her flash of distinct pink hair amongst the darker shades of black sand near the rocks. he's not exactly expecting company beyond herself, but it should be easy enough to quell him, if allen is indeed with!

he's even got enough confidence to slink out from the cave's depths to see the light. was that a whole cart of fish—?! ]