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January and February Catch-All
Who: Sunny and others
What: Catch-all for events in January and February
When: January and February
Where: Throughout Trench
Content Warnings: No warnings yet. Will put warnings in the headers of individual threads as they come up.
What: Catch-all for events in January and February
When: January and February
Where: Throughout Trench
Content Warnings: No warnings yet. Will put warnings in the headers of individual threads as they come up.
sunny and mob | rotten times CW: forced emotions, CW: illness, vomiting
Nothing at all like little birthday parties or get-togethers in Faraway.
And, the funny thing was, he really had enjoyed himself last night. Somehow it had felt comfortable and not at all stress inducing. Shame it came with this roiling, disgusting feeling in his stomach. He'd gotten up a few times to puke into the toilet, and this time was no different. The pressure in his face was uncomfortable as he heaved. What came up was only liquid.
He exhaled heavily as he knelt on the floor, resting his head against the cold porcelain of the toilet. When he felt like he wasn't going to continue vomiting, he stood and flushed. While moving to leave, he took a brief glance at himself in the mirror. Yeah, not looking good. (But no Something, at least.)
Food poisoning? Probably. He felt feverish, too. He hoped at least this would be the end of the vomiting. That was the worst part.
Sunny shook his head and walked slowly back to his room, before flopping onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. What a way to start life in the Trench.]
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heard sunny throw up.
so yes, have mob at sunny's door.] Sunny?
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Come in. [He manages to at least roll onto his side so he'd be looking at Mob when he walked into the room.]
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tap tap tap down the stairs. a long lull, tap tap tap up the stairs and here he is with a glass of water.
he brings it to sunny's bedside.] You're sick. [not a question just. yeah it's obvious.]
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But then Mob was back. And with water. Which he reaches for and takes a slow sip of, hoping to keep it down.]
Do parties normally make people sick?
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sunny and makima | rotten times cw: forced emotions, illness
He was still exhausted, though, and a little feverish. But, hey, that Weird Thing with his powers hadn't happened for at least a few hours by now. (As far as he knew.) Surely he was turning a corner, here.
Even still, sleep was hard for him to come by. No matter how much his body wanted the rest, his mind was saying no. So, instead of being in bed he's sitting near the fireplace, Mewo resting in his lap. He watches the gentle up and downs of her breath, and only looks up once he hears someone else stirring.
When he sees it's Makima, he raises a hand in greeting.]
Good morning, Miss Makima. [It's afternoon, Sunny.
Anyway, if she's showing signs of not feeling so well, he'll also ask:]
Are you alright?
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as something that bothered makima, now that she had grown so used to it, along with so untouchable for so long. her abilities were also halved, set limits corner her in a way that made her feel mildly vulnerable, but never would she admit to it. she ignores and avoids it, just as everything else that bothers her.
maybe that will just fuel her desire to pop the pthumerians under her thumb, and at the same time, finding an undeniable fascination for them. how could become so powerful that they could overthrow her? they do say hate and love tread the same line (was that what she felt? it’s hard to tell when she never really had something genuine). ]
Good afternoon, Sunny. [ she walks down the stairs of the two story home with tiramisu accompanying her. while she doesn’t look green, she doesn’t offer a smile to relinquish any concern. ] I may just need a meal, is all.
[ . . . ]
Will you accompany me?
[ the way it’s asked makes the question and offer sound more like a gentle order; one who liked makima would hardly be able to tell the difference. ]
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Regardless, Sunny gently pushes Mewo off of his lap (which she gives him a disapproving mrr for) and stands. He has no problem accompanying Makima, and he certainly doesn't recognize it as an order.]
Do you want me to make something? [His voice is soft as he approaches, but it's clear he's trying to be as helpful as possible, here.] So you don't have to try to cook when you're not feeling well.
[Never mind that he also was not feeling well still.]
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The same goes for you. [ mutual concern: important to upkeep. ] Why don't we make something together?
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sunny and robby | winter mourning tw: violence, knives, likely blood
[There's a teenage girl with bright pink hair and a nail bat standing in front of Sunny, along with another teenage boy that's standing beside him. Behind her there's a whole little gang of other teens. Her eyes move towards Sunny.]
...Sunny's here? [She stares at him.] Wow, it really is you. It's been a while but you haven't changed a bit. [Her expression turns nasty.] How long has it been since you left your house? Three years...? Maybe four? Must have been nice to live in your own little bubble.
[The boy beside Sunny looks angry and speaks up.]
Watch it, Aubrey! You don't know what he's been through.
[The girl is not impressed.]
Hmph... Whatever.
[There's another boy behind her that approaches her, apparently not a part of her gang.]
Aubrey! Please... Listen to me...
[He's interrupted as one of Aubrey's gang members rushes over to him on her scooter, pushing him over. The boy beside Sunny does not like this one bit.]
Hey, stop that!
[Aubrey pushes forward, getting up into that boy's face.]
Leave it alone, Kel. This isn't your problem.
[The boy, Kel, apparently does not feel the same way.]
What the heck is wrong with you, Aubrey!? Ugh... Sunny! Come on, we've got to do something!
[Aubrey looks darkly amused at that.]
Haha... Are you guys really picking a fight? [She points at Kel with her nail bat.] Sure, why not? The two of you against me! How's that sound? Come at me! I'll take on the both of you!
[And with that, the fight begins proper. Kel throws his basketball at Aubrey, making her wince and, to her credit, she simply punches him back rather than using her bat on him.
Sunny doesn't attack, instead helping Kel fix himself up after the attack. However, an astute observer could see that Sunny has a steak knife in his pocket and he thoughtlessly reaches for it as the fight continues.]
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Because he's coming into this memory a little dazed, and very unaware of what's going on. There's a park ahead of him, the sun out and without any trace of winter around them. A group of kids loitering around, some with scooters to rest on, and an obvious exchange taking place by the sounds of the voices.
Robby's found that heading in the direction he's facing usually gets him where he needs to be, and you know--that angry girl and the kid throwing a basketball? Probably a good direction to go with while everyone seems distracted. Especially when that bat turns out to be a nail bat. ]
--Hey!
[ Because in that pause while Sunny's helping Kel, with Aubrey practically hovering over them, Robby's pushing right into the space between the trio, circling around Kel and Sunny to face Aubrey.
It's the fact she looks at him that he knows to try and say, his arms out at his sides to block the way around him: ] Back off. This fight isn't happening.
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[Kel, for his part, has absolutely no idea what's going on. But isn't displeased by it.] Uh, no? [He looks over to Sunny, who is regarding Robby with a neutral expression, and then back to Robby.
That seems to only annoy Aubrey more.]
Then this isn't any of your business. Don't look at me like I'm the one causing the problem. They're picking the fight.
[Kel balls his fists at his side.] Only because you won't give Basil's photo album back! Right, Sunny? [Sunny blinks, before nodding. He is even quieter here than he is in the trench, seeming to be fine with letting Kel speak for him instead.]
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Yeah, 'cause it really looks like you were just minding your own business here. [ He glances at the others behind them, letting out a scoff. ] So, what, it's two or three against your whole group? You against a kid with a ball when you've got that? [ A look at the bat. ]
You think this makes you look cool?
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sunny and daniel | Miyagi-Do while everyone else is in the city
Laying in bed all day, barely eating, was not acceptable. He wanted to do better than that. He had to work to go out and see others. This was still not particularly easy for him, but he had resolved to try. So he was going to try.
The place Sunny thinks to go to is Miyagi-Do. He's not sure who might still be around and if anyone even decided to stay instead of exploring the city. But it was worth a look.
When Sunny is searching the dojo, he hears the sound of snow crunching outside. He heads over and feels an immense sense of relief to see Daniel there, practicing only in his gi, despite the freezing weather.
Sunny wasn't alone. He wasn't particularly good at interacting with people, either, but that was what it was.
Sunny walks over.]
Hi. Good morning. [It might very well be afternoon, Sunny hasn't checked the time.] Are you busy, right now? [He didn't want to interrupt if the training was super important.]
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[ Even though Daniel looks like he definitely should be feeling cold as all hell, that greeting once he turns his head and spots Sunny there as the one speaking up to him is certainly enthusiatic - and warm.
You know, even with Daniel literally walking here outdoors barefoot, despite the snow that's been shoveled to the corners of the dojo's yard.
He steps over towards the boy, a smile on his face. ]
Of course not. [ Not even a lie. Sure, he had been practicing by himself, but that's always something he can do later - and it's not like Daniel wouldn't shove anything in his schedule off to the side for his students anyway. ] Did you want to practice? Or is there something else you need me for?
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Yes, I wanted to practice. [He gives a short nod at that. He pauses for a moment, before adding.]
There's no one in the house right now. Miss Makima and Mob went off to the new city. [He glances off to the side.] I didn't... think it would be good for me to be alone.
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Sunny is way too young to be all alone in a house, he thinks. ]
Well..
[ Maybe the fact he has to quickly deals with those emotions first means that Daniel is a little slow to start speaking again, really stretching the end of that first word before he manages to speak on. ]
I think you made the right decision there. [ To not be alone, he means, and he tries to give the boy a reassuring smile. ] We can definitely do some practice. And.. if you want, you can stay over for dinner too.
[ One may say he sure is quick to offer that to a boy he doesn't know super well yet, but it's not like he didn't immediately let Mob stay over for dinner too when the boy first showed up. Besides-- ]
It's better than eating all alone, right? And I can assure you I make the best genuine Italian pasta you'll find in this place.
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sunny and mob | cherry chocolate CW: forced emotions
Even though he'd taken the chocolate and privately thought that he should not eat it, that was never going to be.
At least he manages to resist until he's safely back at home, popping it into his mouth once he couldn't stand it anymore. It was delicious. Cherry and chocolate blending together in perfect harmony. It's so good it brings a rare smile to his face, cheeks tingling with the flavor.
Even once the chocolate is gone, though, the smile doesn't go away. Sunny feels wonderful, energetic, even. He starts wandering the house, taking care of any chores that need to be done before grabbing his journal.
He heads back downstairs to the fire, sitting in front of it and humming cheerfully as he draws. Despite how happy he seems, the drawings are still kind of disturbing.]
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Hi Sunny. [he walks in. yes there's a tail too, it's a whole thing. the truly weird thing here is the humming, if he's honest, sunny didn't seem like the type to hum.] What are you drawing?
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You look so cute! [He stands up, moving over towards Mob. He wants to pet the ears... He can't resist at least gently poking one a bit.]
Oh! Nothing in particular, things I've been thinking about. [He shows Mob the drawings, which are exclusively in black and red. Where he got the red pencil is anyone's guess. Some of them are batcats drawn in strange patterns, there's another drawing of chocolates filled with troubling viscous, almost meaty material, there's another with a cat-like butler. He's holding a scalpel. Something red and dripping surrounds him, right up until the edges of the paper.
Sunny does not seem to recognize these drawings are a little... unsettling.]
I did all the chores in the house and couldn't think of anything else to do, so I did this. [All smiles over here.]
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the ears twitch and flick at being poked, mob seeming to have no problem with it. he's more baffled at sunny beaming like that. huh.]
Um, thank you. [ok, drawings-
well. the problem is mob's scope for what is normal comes from seeing dead people and curses all his life so maybe a bit skewed. that said some of them are pretty obviously hm, spooky, which makes him tilt his head.]
I like the batcats. [a beat.] Sunny, is this drugs?
[sorry just... is this weird mania what drinking or being on drugs is? his middleschool level of knowledge on the subject says as much.]
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sunny and xie lian | bad luck CW: beasts, CW: blood
But it kept getting worse over time, slipping and falling on ice hard enough that he bruised his tailbone. Half falling down the stairs at home. Tripping over a rock and landing face first onto concrete, blood pouring out of his nose as he was left unsure if he broke it.
Everything that could go wrong was. Even staying in bed wasn't safe. He somehow kept falling out of it. Springs would spontaneously pop out of the frame and stab him in his back. It didn't matter how careful he was.
It was starting to get to him. Sunny had decided that he was going to take a trip to Sanctuary. Perhaps they would know what was wrong with him. He hadn't been there long enough to know if this had something to do with corruption.
For some reason the streets felt particularly empty, hugging his arms as he walked. There was something... making noise not so far away. A groaning or a growling. Something in between the two of them, maybe. Suddenly there the smell of something irony on the wind, like blood, and his eyes widen as he glances around for the source. This... was probably bad.]
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Glittering speckles of glass shine off the cobblestone paved street under the pale winter sun just outside an old abandoned inn. Sparkling and glistening like a fresh dusting of snow.
Stopping before he walks straight through, he freezes dead in his tracks. Having fought almost as many battles as his age, Xie Lian's impeccable sense of danger prohibits him from proceeding any further.
An unseasonably warm wind carries with it the unmistakably metallic tang of blood and the spine chilling scream of someone in distress. It's enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up straight.
From the sky a large dark mass passes overhead. Just a short distance up the street, a small figure seems to be locked in place. Could that be a child? Without a second thought or the chance to get a better look at the approaching creature, Xie Lian dashes through the shards at a lightning quick speed appearing in front of the boy almost as if out of thin air. ]
Sunny?! [Pulling the child off the road and behind him into a nearby alley way. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he slowly peaks out to see if he can spot any victims or more importantly the source of the carnage.]
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That eases the tension in his shoulders further, though he still appears on edge.]
Xie Lian. [That's all he can manage for a second, resting his back against the wall of the alley. There's the sound of something heavy landing near them, as the stench of blood becomes nearly unbearable. Crunching and gurgling noises follow and Sunny doesn't want to look at what could be causing them. There's very real fear on his normally impassive face.]
Is that... a beast? [He breathes it, voice low. He hadn't encountered one yet. He had hoped not to at all.]
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Clearly in a fit of rage, the distressed creature can't be left to rampage.
Maintaining a defensive posture with one hand still gripping the hilt of his sword. Lightly and only momentarily spinning on the balls of his feet. Long silky chestnut locks fan outward. Kind eyes lock on Sunny's petrified face. There's a sense of urgency masked by an ethereal calmness.
I'm so sorry to meet up again under these circumstances but, ] Sunny, I'm going to need you to trust me. [Extending his hand out, gently resting his free hand on his shoulder.] I'm going to get the creature's attention. [ A kind stern voice instructs the boy.] When I say run, you have make a break for the woods.Can you do that for me?
[In the distance another scream rips through the town, no doubt the next victim of unnecessary bloodlust.]
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