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

[obeir]

[ Leaning forward to watch the slow scrawling in the sand, K nods his understanding. So Falco hasn't been stuck like this for too long, and he's relieved to know starvation isn't an issue. The mention of friends helps put his mind more at ease, as well — Falco isn't facing this alone, that's very good — but it doesn't diminish how oddly protective he already feels... nor his desire to help.

He peers back up, continuing to sign as he speaks. ]

If you need anything, I'll get it for you. Not just food. [ Or he'd try his damnedest to, at any rate. Because who knows how long Falco may be trapped like this? ] I can— come back and visit you, too. If you want. [ Even if the storms continue or worsen. Because he's absolutely going to be making future trips out to check on Falco each day regardless, but just won't intrude in his cave hideout if he isn't welcome to.

And now to confirm his worried suspicions. ] How old are you? [ He hesitates, hoping he isn't going to cause offense. ] You seem young. [ This is quickly followed by an amused smile as he tilts his head, almost in a shrugging motion. ] I'm only about five years old, myself.

[ Or would it be six, now? Time gets a bit strange when one has spent the last several years multiverse-hopping in addition to never aging. But regardless, that silly joke never gets old — despite being manufactured to look the way he does, he's technically the youngest Sleeper by a wide margin. ]

[grice]

[ oh, five. would that count? if it's by years, yes, now mentality and maturity was something else . . . continuing!

13. i older, he signs. he's also making some sort of sound, now, as he continues: a chittering, deep chirping. it almost sounds like a laugh, or at least the shrill of something becoming quite amused. would enjoy visit, KD is kind and funny. have cool rocks, look, and with that, he rests a massive hand on the wall behind him, that upon closer inspection, seems to be heavily chipped away at, and the stone beneath the upper shell looks oddly metallic. ]