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]

[ oh, thank goodness— they've escaped from him, and clearly a move here and there startled them back to sea. falco tries to carefully encircle at least one wing at a comfortable distance from sansa and the birds. admittedly, he was a touch startled about the dogs. predatory and agile like him, his heart jumps as they come and herd the bird. his feathers puff with uncomfortable anticipation, but— perle, his pygmy falcon omen, rides the shore winds from up close and keeps an eye on them.

they seem under control, for the time being. only herding. he's quiet to allow the young woman to work. hen she questions him, his omen speaks for him: it's the voice of a woman, serene and mature. ]

I— No . . . I'm sorry. They've just showed up not too long ago. [ —but he could be resourceful. ] I can try and make something, Miss?

[dohaeris]

[lady and vhagar trot in a circle, creating a makeshift little fence. sansa smiles at the great bird creature and his omen.]

Thank you, but I think you'd do better to save whatever you find to build an enclosure.

[she turns her head towards her own omen.]

Winter?

[he rises into the air with a grumbling sort of clacking noise.]

Will you fetch a cart from the sanctuary, please?

['Yes, of course, whyever not,' he says sarcastically, but he wings off in the direction of crenshaw. sansa turns towards the birds and smiles again.]

Don't worry. Lady and Vhagar won't let anything happen to them. Do you have a place to keep them, at the moment? I'm sure we could make them a little chicken coop at Trenchwood Farms–and a henhouse too, unless you have other plans.

[she will do her best to find shelter for these chickens, either way! a little more than five minutes later, a white raven the size of a grizzly bear comes swooping down the beach with a sort of raised wooden pushcart. he sets it down and shrinks back to a normal raven size, pleased.]

[grice]

[ he had been thinking of using his own feathers. large, heavy, warm and makeshift. temporary until he could move back home and build a proper coop. he remembers at least, how connor helped him with the first one. it would be time to put his carpentry to the test (and, actually, it might be easier to build in this stature, given his size— he'd just need wood. ]

I, um, [ he hesitates with his words. she was kind to offer, and trenchwood farms would probably be great for them, but— they were his pets. his friends. he wanted to be close enough to care for and see them each day. ] I'm staying by the cave, for now, but I wanted to make the coop at home, Miss . . . Thank you.

[ from the distance he's at, he's fondly looking down at them, so tempted to touch them. he'll just have to be patient. ]

It's been so long since I've seen them.

[dohaeris]

[sansa smiles gently. she wasn't exactly trying to part them; trenchwood farms is a good place for oversized sleepers, too. a cave doesn't sound very safe for chickens...at least lady can make sure no crabs or monsters get in.]

Of course. We can take them anywhere you like, and we could certainly help you put fencing in the cave.

[sansa glances down at the chickens...really taking in their floppy little crowns for the first time...she wonders if the chicks will have to be warged for their journey into the cart.]

I'm very glad you're back together. Would it be all right if I started putting them in the cart?

[grice]

[ the massive bird-creature nods; his taloned fingers are twitching in wanting to join in, using the sand to go through the motion and satiate an itch that wouldn't. he glances at each one. catherine. lucy. the chicks he had yet to name, austine the burly browed rooster that always looked positively angry—

they're waterlogged, clucking and peeping. ]

It's . . . Not exactly safe for them to be here. [ he acknowledges that. he doesn't want to be that selfish, either. look at them, puffing and shivering to keep the heat in. ] But I can't leave. I don't know when I will.

[dohaeris]

[sansa's eyes soften. she goes everywhere with lady, she understands.]

There would be room for you at Trenchwood Farms, but we can make it very safe in the cave. Vhagar could even stay with them, until we can build a henhouse.

[she might ask wanda...or surely someone at the sanctuary could be borrowed for this purpose.]

I think they might be warmer inside the cart. They wouldn't be able to wander away from each other.

[grice]

[ if he could keep the cart, even temporarily— falco seems to be stretching his neck out that much more to see them.

they were so cute, with their little wigs. ]

I’d just worry about drawing attention to get there . . .

[ but they at least have a short little fix to work with, in the meantime. ]

But this is a lot of help already— Thank you, Miss.

[dohaeris]

[sansa's smile tugs to one side. it's clear he cares about the chickens very much, and it's very sweet. she wonders if perhaps it's harder for a giant creature to stay out from under the sky pthumerians...but grey ghost always managed, and he was bigger. still, she could probably guide him as a raven.]

We'll help you to get wherever you choose to go.

[she steps forward, towards the cluster of chickens.]

I'm going to perform a jutsu Lady Sakura taught me on the chickens, to keep them from panicking. It's meant for healing, and it will stop them running off. Is that all right?

[sansa gathers her chakra around her. vhagar quits her circling to nose at falco in a friendly manner, tail wagging.]

[grice]

[ maybe some lessons on sky limits with grey ghost are in good order, one day . . . but the sky pthumerians might have been appeased by his breached at this point. all there was left to do was lose a bit of that lingering fear of another airborne tearing. ]

Yes.. [ and this possibly the silliest request out of all of them, but after chewing on his hiding lips and simply watching the hound give him attention. ] Can I pet him? I’ll— be really careful.

[ it’s so boyish in a thing that’s so big. ]

[dohaeris]

[as if on cue, vhagar rises up on her hind legs to try and lick gently at a wing appendage. sansa smiles up at him, bemused.]

Vhagar? Of course. She's a hellhound, you won't hurt her.

[sansa has an idea that this creature is fairly young for his kind, but not that he is in fact a transformed human. she performs a complicated hand gesture and aims her chakra at the chickens, they settle down and lady backs away. sansa commences scooping the chickens into the cart while vhagar plays with falco.]

[grice]

[ the sound of whipping air from within the titan’s beak is a gasp. it’s lacking visibility, but by sound, his omen’s voice has a palpable, simple joy to it. the hound was being friendly with him, he doesn’t dare move his limbs out of the way. ]

Oh— she! Ah, [ with the blunt curve of his talon, he hovers it close to her head, featherlight in his attempt at pressure control. ] Hello. They’re really nice, Miss.

[ the canines he’s grown accustomed to from home weren’t exactly trained to be friendly. ]

[dohaeris]

[vhagar pushes her head against the talon, and then licks it, neither concerned nor affected by possible vileblood poison. sansa flicks a brief smile in falco's direction and gently lifts peaceable chicks into the cart.]

Yes, they're very good girls. Your chickens are doing very well, too.

[winter gently scoops the last few chicks into the cart, and sansa commences with the hens. lady keeps a stern eye on the rooster, but he seems no more agitated than the others.]

They must be very good layers, to have so many little chicks. Perhaps your omen could be persuaded to collect the eggs for you.

[the hens quietly envelop the chicks. sansa places soggy catherine in the cart and evaluates whether she needs to perform the jutsu on the rooster again.]

[grice]

[ austine always looks angry with those eyebrows of his— but is otherwise being reluctantly cooperative. his squawks have simmered down to occasional croons and coos to alert the hens (constantly!) that dogs were nearby. the ladies don't seem to care, much more preoccupied with soaking the tranquility provided by the young woman's hands and now tending quietly to their chicks.

actually amazing. ]

Perle might like that . . . I was giving eggs away back then, too. They'd lay so many. [ it's an absent thought that he considers. perle herself has glided down to the edge of the cart to observe the hens— and puffs her feathers with thrilled satisfaction. she would indeed like that. now came the most important of all of this: ] Miss . . . Thank you.

[dohaeris]

[sansa hoists him rather like a small angry dog and sets him gently in the cart. she turns and beams at falco.]

We're very glad to help. Where would you like to take them? We can bring you down some feed, once they're settled, and I can see if there's anyone at the Sanctuary who could come and build a little fence.

[they can stay in the cart, in the meantime. she can place an order for chicken feed with the sanctuary's suppliers, but she'll have to see if any can be found in the city until it comes...or if they can eat the birdseed she leaves for the ravens. her omen winter settles on her shoulder, watching the chickens. lady thoughtfully moves away from the cart and its rooster.]

[grice]

[ austine's bright red crest and barbell swing with each dynamically pointed turn of his head. gaining confidence, the rooster puffs his chest and beats his wings in a victory he pretends to have when sansa and lady have finished. that show them. in the meantime, falco finishes his own harmless playing with the hellhound, bringing his talons back to himself when he feels satisfied. ]

I can make one, with the right material. [ there's no need to bother people when he had the skill set . . . and size, and strength, and built-in tools to make something temporary. ] What should I call you by?

[dohaeris]

[sansa's smile tightens a little at his question. lady sits politely at sansa's side.]

You may call me Alayne. Are you called Falco?

[it sounds like it could be a name from her world.]

I can see if I can find some of the wire fencing they have at the farm, and I'll bring it with the feed.

Is there anything else you would like me to bring?

["With what cart?" winter attempts to murmur.

sansa shoots him a brief look.]

[grice]

[ falco nods; that's him, his username isn't exactly different from who he is. he's old school and easy to find, and is quietly glad he didn't accidentally call her "miss lady" at some point during all this.

he does bring his talons up to gesture. ]

N—No, Miss Alayne, please. This is already more than enough.

[ he'd feel worse, if there was more done. ]

[dohaeris]

[sansa smiles. she can clean the cart out with magic, probably, once the coop is built.]

All right. Would you like me to take them to the cave?

[grice]

[ falco shakes his head on this one! ]

If they're calm, now, I can do it. Easily. [ look at his size. he can fit the cart in a single hand. falco prepares to do just that, gently getting a good grip on the cart and lifting it, slowly, to press close to his chest. maybe under his wing would feel safer, too. ] I'll walk slowly.

[dohaeris]

[her smile warms at his gentle touch for the chickens.]

If you have any trouble at all, I should be very glad to come back. Lady will bring you your things once I've found them.

[she will warg lady to do this, it's easier than going to the caves in human form.]

You might return the cart to the Sanctuary when you're done with it, or we could come pick it up, if it's easier.

[she wouldn't like the chickens left alone in the cave...she pauses, considering.]

If you're planning on moving the chickens again, you might keep it until you're done.

[there are other carts...probably...she might be able to get another one in willful machine...]

think we can start wrapping up!

[grice]

[ with a considering pause, falco bows his head and secures his chickens, all so quiet now— they might as well be sleeping behind the shade his plumage provides for them. ]

I’ll have it back as soon as I can, Miss Alayne. Thank you, again.

[ he’s off to set them up— carefully waddling his way back to the rocks. he crawls easily enough with one arm wing whilst the other is secured. he’ll be ever grateful for her aid, and on top of that . . .

he’s just so glad to see them. ]

yes!

[dohaeris]

[a few hours later, lady makes her way by scent to falco's cave with a large bundle of chicken feed and chicken wire wrapped in muslin hanging from a leather strap in her mouth. she sets it down gently a little ways inside the cave, where it's sure to stay dry.]