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Venus ♀ ([personal profile] wingstosee) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-11-06 03:09 pm

venus november catch-all

Who: Venus ([personal profile] wingstosee) and you!
What: November catch-all shenanigans.
When: November
Where: All over

Content Warnings: listed by thread.
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cw: body horror, needles

[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-11-07 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kainé had been feeling odd lately. She chalks it up to the increase in ambient blood pollution that came with the Bone Moon. She can start to feel the rot festering in her. She knows that she'll have to be careful this month, all the more for how blood makes her actions mirror and turn back in on her, and for the fatigue that seems to be creeping into her bones. She's felt things creeping on the edge of her senses... sounds, visions.

With all of that weighing on her she doesn't even notice the moment that it happens. She was out on patrol by the docks, swords at the ready, and then she's somewhere else.

Limbs bound by rope, not budging no matter how she struggles, naked and strung up from the ceiling like a hunk of meat. Every thought feels like it's coming through thick fog, and she's tired, impossibly tired. There's a dull ache, a hollow feeling throughout her body. She can't break free, but even the thought of moving feels like too much under the sedation.

Thick tubes with syringes at the end stab into places on her body, siphoning out her dull green blood. She can't look down, but if she did, she'd see the cavity in her abdomen held open by jagged clamps, see bits of entrails and kidneys and liver in a bucket on the floor. She feels sick.

She knows something is wrong with her, but right now all she can think about is that this might be happening to other people. People like Deku and Paul and Kaworu, like Scorpia and Ange and Ruby, like Lance and Duty and 2B and Falco, like that awkward feminine boy that arrived recently. To Anna. And she is so afraid. ]
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[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-11-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That voice. She knows that voice. She's heard it quite a bit over the lat few days. Right. Venus. That's who it is. She's been quite aloof toward him, something in the way their personalities interacted, but the wave of gratitude she feels right now can be clearly felt through the sedated fog.

She groans weakly, lifts her eyes toward him. He looks so afraid. Her expression is blank, vague. It takes a few seconds for her to find words. She has to dig for them, and she doesn't know where they are. ]


Oh… hey there, Sparkles… have you seen Anna? Is she...

[ That's what matters. Far more than what's happening to her. ]
Edited 2022-11-07 17:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-11-07 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The vivid, sparking brightness of his feelings cut through the dull fog enveloping her consciousness, making her groan again in an entirely different sort of discomfort.

She blinks at him a couple times slowly, as though not quite wanting to be dragged into full consciousness yet. ]


She's more important...

[ That nausea hits her like a hammer to the brain, snapping her further into wakefulness. She's grateful he's here, she really is, but can't he tone it down a little? Her head hurts too much to feel all of this. Ugh. ]

It should be okay. Just... take out the needles and cram my guts back in.
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[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-11-08 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She isn't surprised exactly that he's worried about her. I mean, she must look like a fucking nightmare right now. It just seems so stupid, and trivial. Annoying. She can't come up with a reason. She can give voice to her self-loathing later. ]

'Course she would. [ She wheezes something that might be a laugh, barely wincing as the tubes pull out of her and blood runs down her mutilated body. ] She's an idiot.

[ She's growing more aware of herself now. Still groggy, but glad of that. She doesn't want to feel everything that's been done to her. He's trying so hard for her. She can't just pretend that's nothing. ]

Fine... it's fine. I'll be able to handle myself once I'm down.

[ The most obvious lie anybody has ever told. ]
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[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-11-08 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ She collapses in a heap, all limp and bleeding, with nothing to signify her displeasure beyond a muted grunt. Eventually the pain will come back, she knows, and then she'll really be in trouble.

She makes a valiant effort, and sits up— and then immediately regrets it on account of the vertigo.]


I've had better days, Sparkles.

[ Her eyes focus on the bucket containing her guts. ]

Fuck. How'm I even alive right now? [ She doesn't sound very alarmed about that. ]
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[personal profile] chessboardturn 2022-11-09 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Battler is out and about; doing his own thing. Poking around the city and trying to see what he can see. He doesn't particularly have anything in mind for what he's doing. Just finding things that interest him, really. Venus catches his attention, though. It's the radio in his hand and the map and the sort of... purposeful way he's poking into things.

So Battler detours, edging up on him with a curious look.
]

What are you up to? What's with the map?

[ He's curious. Not accusatory. ]
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[personal profile] chessboardturn 2022-11-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
...get taken again?

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

Like... kidnapped? Or back into the sea?
shiro2hero: (the ship has an Alexa??)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-11-09 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Venus isn't the only one roaming the city. But, Venus is probably much more methodical about it. Shiro's the one chasing after a shadow. A ghost. Only this time, it has the benefit of running him across someone who's real, even if his quarry is imaginary.]

[He pulls himself to a stop, spotting Venus down the way - alleyway, he realizes. And waves. Relief all over his face - he had wondered where the kid had gone...]


Venus! Hey! What are you doing out here?

[Asks the guy also out here.]
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[personal profile] overlies 2022-11-09 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ out of so many dogs from home, makima has managed to retrieve three from the seashore: a brown-capped, grey-capped and black-capped husky with bright, expressive eyes and ecstatic, lopsided canine grins. after a day before bathing and grooming them to pure white perfection after being muddled in saltwater was a task, but it was one done with the utmost care (and maybe some help, but she'd asked for it). as makima walks her dogs she smells . . . something. something not unlike a hybrid. neither devil nor human. an in-between. what could it be? she already could tell it's a sleeper, from the feeling. someone from her own old world, then? something new? was it something to play with?

she'd find out soon enough, and when she sees a young boy as lost as a blind man in the middle of a gunfight, she's even more sure of what to do. the clocktower in the residential district of crenshaw is a grand sight to see, and so may be a cherry-red-haired woman and her three adorable huskies behaving at her heels. ]


Good morning. [ she continues to walk, and seemingly looks as if she will just pass him by— until her eyes fall to what's in his hands. it hadn't been like she didn't see them already, but she's only making it seem like now. the best time to pause in her steps, and ask: ] Are you lost?
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lmk if this works!

[personal profile] bolstafir 2022-11-10 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[The thing about considering Trench as something of a personal retirement of sorts is that there are many hours to fill, and that can occasionally get very boring when you're used to spending them fighting for your life.

Which means you have to find yourself some hobbies, and among the ones Qrow's found over the last couple years is café hopping. So he happens to be wandering around Willful Machine today, investigating some shops he hasn't tried yet, when the street suddenly warps beneath him and he lets out a fairly undignified yelp as he goes from "walking" to "free-fall" against his will. It's only a moment, though, before does away with having legs outright and exchanges them for wings as he shifts into his bird form to bridge the sudden gap in reality.

It'd all be very cool, if not for the fact that the reality-warp also does some Unfortunate (TM) things to your perception of space and distance, and suddenly what should've been a graceful landing ends up with a bird flapping wildly to avoid a crash with a person Qrow did not realize was there a second ago.]
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[personal profile] peripheries 2022-11-12 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Towards the outskirts of the city and near the beach, the buildings start to become worn down, with broken windows and collapsing stone. Then, approaching the shore, there's nothing but rubble. There was something here, once, but the inhabitants retreated away from the edge of the sea, of dark and unknown waters, and into the safety of the land.

Though there's no present danger, the rubble, the sound of the sea, and the mist twisting it's way through the skeleton of a city is distinctly eerie.

Made even more eerie is the sound of music drifting in the air. The source is a young boy, pale, mysterious, almost fey, perched on a rock and plucking notes from a harp that seems to be made of bone.

Despite the near perfect pitch and tempo, when the boy finishes, he looks down at the harp with a frustrated expression.]
shiro2hero: (but then who was the phone)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-11-14 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[If nothing else, the look on his face never turns angry. There's only concern there. Concern that doesn't change when Venus elaborates, if anything else, it only gets deeper, etched into the circles under his eyes.]

Healed? Is everything okay - [But then Venus continues, and Shiro's breath catches. The cuts on his arms. The disappearance. We.] Are you - are you hurt?

[He's stepped forward then, voice full of worry, of a need to help.]
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[personal profile] bolstafir 2022-11-14 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Welp.

Crisis averted(?)

Qrow the crow lands on the ground in a tumble of wings and feathers, and rolls like a sad little corvid ball a few feet until finally come to a stop a couple inches from Venus' face. Which would likely be weird enough if it wasn't followed up by an adult man suddenly taking the place of said bird, brushing himself off and offering a hand up.]


Sorry about that. The town just kinda...shifted.

[The part of Street he fell from is still conspicuously absent, in fact.]

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