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.

Comments

[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—?! ]