shiro2hero: (has anyone seen my contacts??)
sad space dad had a bad ([personal profile] shiro2hero) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-07-10 04:24 pm

i'm gonna leave my body ; i'm gonna lose my mind

Who: Shiro & YOU [open]
What: When the Beasthood hits like a truck.
When: July
Where: Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: property damage, grief, self-worth problems, to be updated as needed

BEFORE ;; The House
He's remade this cup of tea more times than he wants to admit. More times than he should have had to. He knows the motions. He knows exactly what to do. But it never seems to come together. He's not sure how or why. The water heats. The bag steeps. But it's wrong. It's not coming out like it's supposed to.

It's just wrong.

It's wrong, he's wrong, the hole in his chest is wrong, there's silence where there should be bubbling warmth there should be shoulders to lean on there are no more containers in the fridge that smell like home he can't stop thinking it should have been different, it was supposed to be different, he should have been able to change things to stop things it should be fine, he should be fine he has to be fine.

I'm fine.

Yet again, he throws the wasted tea into the sink. It's stained brown by now with the sheer volume of discarded liquid. His hands shake. The right one hurts and he can't figure out why. It feels like something is disconnected under the metallic layer, sparking painfully with every motion. He should ask Hunk - no ask Varian no ask Chloe no ask -

- who is gone.

Pain writhes down his back. Warring with the sudden, nauseating rush of guilt. Because he wasn't strong enough, he wasn't good enough, he'd promised and they were all gone. All he can do is clamp down on the feelings, try to block the mental connection from being flooded with his own guilt, his own doubt. The aching, anxious grief threatening to choke him where he stands at the kitchen sink. His eyes burn, and he refuses to blink, lest the tears boil over.

I̸̙͠'̴̓͜m̸̨͒ ̶̨̑f̷̠͝i̶͓̚n̷̳̏e̵͖̐ I̸̙͠'̴̓͜m̸̨͒ ̶̨̑f̷̠͝i̶͓̚n̷̳̏e̵͖̐ I̸̙͠'̴̓͜m̸̨͒ ̶̨̑f̷̠͝i̶͓̚n̷̳̏e̵͖̐ I̸̙͠'̴̓͜m̸̨͒ ̶̨̑f̷̠͝i̶͓̚n̷̳̏e̵͖̐

He has to be fine.

The ocean roars in his ears.

He starts the tea again. Ignoring the raging ache in his hands, the tremble in his arms, or the slithering feeling of something oozing down his skin.

I̴̳̹͚͝'̶̡̤͂̿̎̅m̵̜͒͑ͅ ̸̰̪͉͕̀f̴̣̄i̴͚̽̎̍n̵̨͚̾̓ë̸͙̼́̽̚͝

All he hears is the sea.



DURING ;; The Streets
The sun is a deadly laser. It's high in the sky, high noon. Because of course it is. There are no clouds to be seen. But that hardly matters - a cloud of dust rises instead. Or maybe it's smoke. From this distance, it's hard to tell. The closer you get, the more apparent the source becomes. Especially when you see the Trenchies running from it.

From him.

Oh, it looks like Shiro. If all the color fully drained from his body. If the scars coating his skin turned to thick tar, and his eyes glazed to empty, glowing white. Something flickers around him, like a camera glitch. A dark outline, a shadow, the after-image of a bright flash. It moves, and Shiro moves in an answering echo. Reaching a hand into a pile of rubble - his right hand - letting it catch and burn with white flames.

It - he? - turns, then, head lolling to one side on its neck. Its face is utterly blank, expressionless. But the flickering, the blinking, jittery shape around it just smiles. An expression with far too many teeth. It speaks, and it speaks with the cadence of mimicry. Of a beast not understanding human words, human vocal chords.

" i̴͖̓͑͌͐̏'̵̰̰̗̂̌͐̊ṃ̶̳̠̈̆̋̆̋̕m̸̨̝̥͎̯̚m̵̺̒͑ͅ ̴̧͖͔̟͂̐F̴̦̹͈̲̊̄̈́Í̴̹͒̃̔̇n̸̦̅̌͘e̸̜̮͋̂͑̃͝.̶̡̢̘̠͈̜̽͐͘ "

That's it. That's all the warning. Before the Beast launches itself forward at nearby bystanders. Be they Trenchies, Hunters, or Sleepers.

It doesn't make a difference anymore. Nothing matters anymore.


DURING ;; The Shore
Ironically, the Beast's ultimate destination appears to be the Shore. The beach. The ocean. Where it continues to mutter and ramble to itself, pacing up and down the waterline. Occasionally, it will pick up a squid, examine it, and then hurl the creature back into the surf.

" Ń̵̛̪̍̄̈̈́Ö̷̙̦̲͈̜͔́T̴̮͍͕͚͑̎̄ ̴̢͈̻̙̟́̂͜g̶̢̼̘̃̇ọ̵͛͑̀͗ö̶̠́d̷͈̜̝̪̞̋̓ͅ ̸̰͙͋̒͛̚E̵̢̼̰͂N̵͚̦͉̝̿̆̈́́̌ȏ̸̡̮̖͖̤̠͌́̈́̀̌ȕ̶̱̗͛́̇̓̀g̵̘̪̪͍̑́h̴͓̰̣̤̣́̐̈́̂̕ "

At some points, it starts to race forward into the water, stopping when it gets knee-deep. Then it races back to the shore, almost scuttling. The black shadowy image around it snarling. Pulled back onto the sand by something it can't name, something it can't understand.

Whenever that happens, the Beast grabs rocks, or shells, or any kind of beach debris, hurling it into the ocean, angrily. Disrupting the Beast will cause it to turn that anger on any intruder. Anyone - friend, foe, new arrival, it doesn't matter. There's anger here, and it wishes to burn.



((ooc: Plotting comment is here, cure will be handled by Min-Gi, but all else welcome!))
tempredmental: (Confronting the Past)

[personal profile] tempredmental 2022-08-09 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[The newest scar left behind from The Reckoning wasn't in a visible location as Keith showed up at the Mouse House. Sure, there were other effects... the changes in his hair, mostly, and the fangs. Those were the most visible all the time and harder to keep under wraps.

Either way, he didn't just barge into the house, and waited to be let in. He was hesitant to go visit in the first place, blaming himself for playing a part in what happened to Shiro. He was even nervous about approaching Adam at this point. For now, though, Keith was just grateful that he wasn't being sent away.

(He knew it was unlikely he would be... deep down... but that surface guilt made him feel like he should be.)

Either way, he was here now, and quietly knocked on the door to the bedroom.]


Shiro...?
tempredmental: (You're Supporting Me?)

[personal profile] tempredmental 2022-08-12 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Keith took a shaky breath. No, Shiro did not sound great, but he doubted he sounded normal, either.]

Um... can I... come in?

[Yeah... he was asking permission and sounding very unsure if he was going to get it.]
tempredmental: (They're... Leaving?)

[personal profile] tempredmental 2022-08-17 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Uuuuugh. Keith almost expected a bite, but then she was affectionate to him, and he thought he was just going to melt. He didn't deserve people being nice to him right now.

He gingerly stepped inside, looking very hesitant in general.]


Uh, hey...

[He was trying to not make a point of staring at Shiro's hair.]

You... you uh feeling better?
tempredmental: (Why Me?)

[personal profile] tempredmental 2022-08-17 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Keith let the lioness essentially trap him in the room, despite his desires not to be trapped right now. They both looked a mess, honestly. Keith ran a hand through his hair, the new, thin, pale streak at his left temple visible when his hair shifted.

It was definitely hard to hide things from Shiro, and Keith could see that Shiro was doing the same. He understood why, honestly, even if it frustrated him, and he knew it frustrated Shiro when he did the same in return. They were a lot alike sometimes.

But they also didn't really push about things, either.

Keith surprised himself at how steady his voice sounded when he finally answered.]


Well, I'm not a squid.

[AKA: He was alive. So, that was something, too.]

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entreats: (at the demons that thrive inside)

[personal profile] entreats 2022-07-15 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe Ange already wasn't expecting this to be a quite normal day at the Archives. After all, it has seemed like the entire town is busy going mad this month. So Ange is prepared to come across pretty much anything on her way there, though she feels like she miraculously has somehow managed to dodge trouble until arriving at the doors to the Archives.

.. until she suddenly hears something strange, that is.

She mentally curses herself for jinxing it. Surely the thought that she got through this alright must have done it. Ange turns her head to look at the source of the sound, rather than actually heading inside.

That's the moment she freezes up. Because the person - no, the thing - moving down the street there is definitely Shiro, but at the same time also definitely not. It's like some sort of husk, like everything that makes Shiro Shiro left this person, leaving behind a dark after image, a shadow. Ange has seen a lot of beasts, but it's not often that she has witnessed a form that still looks so much like the person she knows.

Turning away from the doors to the Archives, Ange instead looks over at the approaching being.

"Shiro..!"

Does she know calling out to it maybe isn't the best idea? Sure. But if Shiro turned into this, then.. she can't just ignore that, right? She feels like she at least managed to somewhat get through to Orpheus when he was in his beast form, even if she didn't manage to turn him all the way back. Maybe she can do something here too.
entreats: (who held me under)

[personal profile] entreats 2022-07-20 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She has to make a split-second decision here.

But really, she has no time for that. This decision is way too complicated to decide on so quickly. After all, either she vanishes herself into a cloud of golden butterflies and leaves this beastly version of Shiro to rampage by itself, or she allows it to approach her, risking getting hurt herself.

Neither of them feel like the right option here. And because Ange can't choose between them so quickly, it's much too late to do anything anymore. This beast version of Shiro is so fast, and he's already reached her before she's been able to do a single thing but stare at his current form in horror.
entreats: i still don't know anything (losing my heart)

[personal profile] entreats 2022-07-26 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
It's like the breath is knocked right out of her when that hand lands on the wall. Even though it didn't hit Ange in the slightest - thankfully - the sheer impact of the force with which the hand hits the wall seems to send out a shockwave all the same. It isn't helped either by any bit of his presence. Those fangs in his mouth, the eyes.

That tone in the beast's voice, so ominous. At least he can still talk, but on the other hand, what good is that when it sounds nothing like the warm and caring Shiro she knows?

"Shiro!" Ange says, her tone sharp, but at the same time desperate. Like she's trying to appeal to something she still hopes is somewhere deep in there. Her hands glow golden with magic, but she doesn't cast anything just yet. "Snap out of it! This isn't you..!"

Maybe she's too weak. The idea of hitting Shiro with anything, even in this form, makes her stomach turn. It feels wrong.

Instead she tries to get away. It's hard, since she's basically stuck between Shiro and the wall at this point, but it doesn't feel right either to just stand there and see what that hand is about to do. When it might harm her.

So she tries to move in the opposite direction, trying to slip out from her precarious position, moving away from the hand as well as she can - though it might mean little when Ange is only human, no match for the speed of a beast.

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onekindsoul: (Strength)

Streets

[personal profile] onekindsoul 2022-07-15 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[It was the fleeing people who clued Ruby into the fact that something wasn't right in town. Well them and the falling rubble she saw in the direction they were coming from. She's quick to rush onto the scene with her massive scythe in hand and she feels a pit in her stomach form when she sees what's causing the chaos.]

Shiro-

[As long as Ruby had known him, he had been a beacon of hope and support. It broke her heart a little to see him like this. Unfortunately she didn't have time to linger on those thoughts. She saw him dart before a group of Trenchies and she knew she had to act. She launches herself in their direction in a flurry of frosty rose petals with her semblance and stops between them and Shiro. Scythe raised up to defensively to take the brunt of his first attack.]

I'm not going to let you hurt anyone.
Edited 2022-07-15 03:03 (UTC)
itknowsyou: used with artist permission (!= right before my eyes)

the streets.

[personal profile] itknowsyou 2022-07-23 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He Knows that something is happening.

And that's the thing: this is familiar. It's so familiar, one more instance of the feeling that has haunted him since he first opened his eyes on this shore and still felt blind: there is something on the tip of his tongue, at the edge of his awareness, just behind a closed door. He almost knows this. He's supposed to know this.

Jon steps onto the street and does not know why he expects purple light. He doesn't find it. Instead: smoke, and chaos, and people running.

He isn't a Hunter. But he hurries down the cobblestone streets towards the danger, all the same, and what he sees freezes him right there on the road. ]


Shiro?
itknowsyou: (!- singing bring the rain)

[personal profile] itknowsyou 2022-08-03 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, with the horrible clarity of fear, he remembers: the monster's metal head, the horrible sound it made, the glare of Galra purple. He remembers exactly how it felt to do this before, to approach the thing Shiro has become and try to coax it back to clarity. He remembers catching glimpses of the man inside, reflected in Deerington shop windows and laid bare for him by some great revealing power—

It's distracting. So he doesn't move quick enough, not by half, when it goes for him.

Jon recoils too late and struggles too weakly: for all his fragmented memories of power, he's really nothing more than a stick-thin human with no athletic talent to speak of. When the Beast catches him by the arm, he scrabbles at its hands to try to make it let go. He tries to run.

He does not succeed. ]


Don't— let go of me—!

[ There's no power in the command. Just the panicky tone of a man who has realized he's made a significant mistake. ]
itknowsyou: used with artist permission (!- to raise the dead)

[personal profile] itknowsyou 2022-08-03 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Any closely-held flame of hope that the man within the creature might recognize him— that they've done this before, that he can survive this a second time— dies when it stretches its mouth in a smile. It reminds him of horrible things, like this: a thousand creatures with too-wide mouths, a thousand kinds of glossy inhuman eyes. Impostors and stutterstop caricatures, things like mannequins with teeth.

He feels the squirming movements along the skin and Knows exactly what they are. (It stirs a horrible fascination in him, a vast surge of longing he does not understand.)

When it picks him up he flails, inelegant. Jon is just disoriented enough to cling as the movement starts. When he thinks to struggle again, its grip is like iron.

And so Jon Sims is kidnapped. Again. ]
itknowsyou: used with artist permission (!/ shows you what's real)

[personal profile] itknowsyou 2022-08-04 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jon is breathless with terror at the monster, and then at himself: he could hurt it, he Knows. He can feel its scars beneath its skin, and just as readily he can see the scars in its mind— the things which curdled it into being like this, the fault lines that broke the man— he wants to pry them out like pulling stitches.

But it's Shiro. It's Shiro, and he still has a certainty that he saved Shiro, once. He looks away from its weak spots, and he struggles ineffectively, and he fails not to panic. ]


Shiro, please—

[ He can't get much of a word in edgewise, and the thing doesn't listen, anyway.

It'll embarrass him, later, that he let a monster just pick him up and run off with him. ]

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itknowsyou: (!- singing bring the rain)

later, at the sanctuary.

[personal profile] itknowsyou 2022-09-21 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jon Sims comes out of the woods looking about as he feels: scuffed and scraped, disoriented, with tears in his shirt and twigs in his hair. His glasses have gone missing somewhere along the way. The lights of the Sanctuary lead him even in the dark, and he goes scrambling through the front doors— babbles some plea, gets pointed to the man he needs—

And then Allen is beset by a skinny man with greying hair tangled around his face, a dozen little scars pockmarking his cheeks and throat, and utterly frantic eyes. ]


I— m-my friend, he needs help— you can cure Beasts?