feb catchall with some open prompts

[centile]

Who: mob and whoever!
What: february tdm prompts, other, just a general catchall
When: february and potentially onward
Where: around the trench

Content Warnings: none atm, to be added when relevant in threads.



gift giving, mostly for cr but open for all

[as a warmblood mob begins having the urge to give gifts. in truth this is seamless, easily picked up by his general wish to show appreciation for the people who have made this difficult situation better. it's one of the most valuable lessons he's learned, that he should be grateful for the people in his life, the ones who helped him grow and change. especially here, where it would have been easy to be alone.

so! gifts. anyone mob has cr with is fair game. if he'd know where they live he might leave them in their mailbox, at their door. it often won't come with any note but if it does it will be something simple, like 'i hope you like this' signed with his name.

he might seek the person out, bundled up in a sweater, jacket, scarf, gloves, muffled when he holds it out and says,] Here.

[anyone he met could get this treatment. people he hasn't met yet? also possible, if maybe they're sitting alone or just give off any air of being down. please feel free to bend the situation to anything needed.

the sort of things he might give away:
- any cool rock he just found, especially shiny ones
- any cool sea shell he found, again bonus points for shiny
- a little plant in a little pot, usually something simple that could be found around, herb or flower or fern
- a misshapen bonsai. he's still learning, okay
- scarves or mitten gloves, usually very ugly and bulky
- any of the chocolatier's chocolates. (note, none of the horny/romantics ones eaten around him, but feel free to take it and use it later if you want)
- wildcard of some odd thing he may have found in a shop or on the far shore. a brooch? a gear? etc, sky's the limit go nuts.]


chocolates, open to all

[the chocolatier doesn't seem to bother mob much. most things don't so this isn't surprising. the state of it's soul is a whole can of worms but anyone is free to see him talking to the creature at one point or the other, seemingly nonplussed as he allows it a few drops of his blood and is gifted chocolate in return.

he'll examine one before popping it into his mouth-

if it's caramel he'll blink, and the first person he sees he'll just... start following. this gives the mixed impression of being imprinted on by a baby duck but also one of those spooky, quiet kids you don't hear coming and is just there when you turn around.

does it look like there's snow in your way? he quickly lifts a hand to push it out of the way with a burst of telekinesis. shivering? have his scarf, his hat, his jacket. when addressed at all he'll just blink and say,] Is something wrong? Can I help?

[have fun.]


[if it's strawberry a muted grey will start oozing from him, not unlike paint in water. everything about it is subdued, smells around the area vanish to nothing when too close, sounds softening. he doesn't seem to register it, goes about his day.

maybe he'll be found stopping to look up at some batcats on the roof of a random house in crenshaw, a little flare of golden warmth coming from him before it's sucked up by the grey again.] They're really cute. [is what he'll placidly inform anyone who stops to look as well.

maybe there will be a beast howl coming from the outskirts of the city by the farther shores, in which that grey will briefly go spiky and dark before muting back to normal. someone nearby will get glanced at.] We should get away.

[feel free to put any situation you want here as well.]


[if it's peacan everything will seem normal until one of his legs just... gives out. he falls into the snow, blinking, and can now be found just lying off the side of one of the main crenshaw roads.

just looking up at the sky, not particularly alarmed but given snow is starting to accumulate over his body it doesn't look comfortable. in fact he's starting to look pale and shaky from the cold if it's been long enough. if someone checks in he'll look up to them and say,] The chocolates aren't very nice.

[chocolatier betrayed him.]


[wildcard; if you want to do one of the other tdm prompts or something else please let me know! pm here or dichotomy

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[a blink then-] Oh!

[the basic idea comes through, aided a little by his powers reaching out. a band, not like a music one. that made more sense, now that he thinks about it. not that rockstar au robby isn't cool.] I see, that would look nice. And probably less painful instead of all over.

[unless robby really does decide to go rock n roll one day. now mob's wondering if having a ton of magic tattoos would basically make you a wizard but this thankfully has no images attached.]

Yeah, the beach is a pretty good place. [he decides. far away enough but also close enough if there's an emergency. to the boardwalk then! shibe comes out in a puff of smoke to move ahead. he loves the beach so he's excited. in general he seems a little happier than he usually is, tail wagging. apparently he approves of the bond and the bond testing going on.]

[strongroots]

[ The beach... it will become Their Emotion Place.

But thank u Shibe for your approval. Robby figures they'll be okay with just one omen out, so he lets his own stay inside as they head to the boardwalk and the access it gives to the black, warm sand. It's not so late that people aren't still out and about, but not many have interest in the shore itself. ]

Okay, [ Robby starts, once they've reached the black beach, ] so the idea is you poke around in my head first? And we see what happens if I start feeling too much?

[ ...which, okay, this is serious, but it's also kind of funny to say, at least. Inwardly, Robby isn't sure how it'll work, trying to figure how to do this than dismissing it. ]

[centile]

[they are so teenagers for going to the empty beach about Feelings. to be fair mob didn't go to the beach much in his world so it's pretty novel, but kind of nice and calming. when they get there shibe runs around in the sand a bit, mob watching with a faint curl of affection for a dog being cute.

then he turns more serious, back to robby.] I guess so. You'll tell me if it's too much?

[well, he'll probably know if it's too much, huh? he'll feel it.

he will start, trying to focus on the part of him that isn't exactly him now. it's more like a little window to somewhere else, he sees it as, and that somewhere else is how robby is feeling. in a way it's hard not to get his powers involved, his aura flaring a little. all of this is feelings, and his powers are directly tied to those, so it's probably normal.

it probably means the bond will always have a little bit of mob's aura to it, this bright blue-purple-green sense. given his powers already imprinted on robby a bit maybe that just made the bond stronger. he does try not to go to far, be too overbearing, as he feels out what robby must be feeling right now.]

[strongroots]

[ We hope that an omen can feel the warm sand under their paws... Robby does watch the omen for a bit himself, hands shoved in his pockets. He gives a nod to the question, and now that they're doing this--

Here is Robby in his truth. Some nerves, though they don't creep up immediately before he starts feeling more of that presence in his being. There's some curiosity back, but like a person known they're being looked into, Robby's looking into his surroundings, his own feelings, wondering what can be seen--is he easy to read?

Maybe he should think about his dad, though the thought of the man doesn't stir anything strong without an ignition to do so. There's just something exhausted and cautious, more that could be dug up if sought. But on its own, currently, it's a mild reaction.

Then he thinks abut Mister LaRusso, maybe, and there's a time--a memory, becoming coloured by fondness: his 18th birthday in the man's kitchen, a cake and sensei's tiny omen in a party hat, tooting a party horn. How stupidly happy it had made him--and the man in his own party hat too, his ridiculously fun goofy dad energy.

Those emotions become more defined, the colours warmer. Robby ducking his head with a small huff at the memory, embarrassment rolling over the thought, but it doesn't diminish the thought.

He remembers the older man's smiling face well. ]

[centile]

[so far so good. it's not that hard he realizes, because in order to really see robby he needs to be a little passive. there's no clawing and fumbling around, it's a little like sharing his life with serizawa on those steps in curls of energy- instinctual, easier done when not thinking too much about it.

so he just listens. feels, he supposes.

mr. lawrence he thought there'd be stronger feelings around. sensei larusso doesn't surprise him much though. sensei was a bright spot and mob didn't even have a quarter of the sort of shared experiences daniel and robby had. the memory is nice, drifting through on the feelings. lucky for robby he mostly just wonders, vaguely, why robby didn't want a bond with daniel.

maybe it's too scary when you care so much.

he can feel his hair lifting a little when he lets robby's feelings cover his own. it's not too bad, not a direct link to his powers, which is a relief. just robby's warm happiness making him happy to see. feel? experience, in a way.]

cw: teen crushing on an older man, whoops

[strongroots]

[ It's hard to know if Mob's own curiosity about Robby's lack of a bond that inspires where Robby's thoughts go. Maybe they would have gone there already, thinking about sensei, thinking about what they're doing now. What could Robby want to keep from Mob?

--and right there, he knows. A fainter memory, one made from a mishmash of many: sensei looking at him, touching his cheek; a memory of being asked about the bond, the knowledge of a silver bowl that sits stuffed under his bed.

Robby's emotions plunge, shameful and intense, unintentional--scrambling to hide what pulses through him, hot and red and embarrassed. Guilty, not wanting to be seen, and he even moves back physically. ]

--Don't.

[ Don't read into it, don't think about it, don't acknowledge it. The plea is a weak but desperate thing, coloured in the same shade as his emotions. It spreads through his body like a heat, his heartbeat quickening, and Robby looks anywhere else but at Mob.

Yet the emotions leak, even as he tries to push them down. He doesn't know how to put a lid on them; not when shame sticks so well to him. ]

[centile]

[so far the emotions haven't been too much. they're very clearly robby's which is a relief, since taking on robby's emotions too would probably make the bond impossible, dangerous. this though, not the rather confusing new set of feelings but robby's reaction to them, that's new. this is something he doesn't want seen.

(mob thinks he knows this feeling though, it feels a little like when he's thinking of-)

he reels himself back though, his curiosity, the prodding at the bond. just a blink. it doesn't stop the distinct feeling of shame from robby, or the fact it's a little clear from mob's side something like realization is dawning. oops. not full understanding at least, and there's no disgust though, just still idle curiosity.]

Sorry! Um, I didn't mean- [well, he did mean to pry but that was kind of the point. after a moment he says,] Should we stop? [should he not ask? he's not sure what the criteria is here, with all this.]

[strongroots]

[ Does Mob know? Did he give away anything? His emotions are a flurry for more than the shame, though connected: unsure, restless, and paces some where he is for a moment. ] No, [ he answers, but more of a stall for an actual real response; he covers his mouth with his hand that he drags down to his chin, finally stops going back and forth on that small patch of sand.

Okay. Okay. His insides vibrate like a kid on sugar, and this is a guy pretending that the lid isn't banging a tune out right now when he says, "calmly": ]

It's fine. It was nothing. [ Yes, Mob, Robby is going to look at you and say that. ] I overreacted. What else can we do to test this? Can you make me feel something on purpose?

[centile]

[it's probably clear that mob gets it at least to some extent. maybe not fully, but it's hard to say because he's trying to be respectful and stop thinking about it at all. he's actually very good at that, so it's successful so far. surely he won't ponder about this at an inopportune time later and give robby a heart attack.

he offers a swift nod.] Okay. [he's not sure he'd call it overreacting but- well, they're ignoring this so he won't question it. time to think about that.] I guess I can try?

[ah, this is nice and distracting huh. making robby feel something... he's not really sure how to do that. he sort of tries radiating calm, that's an easy emotion at the moment. being around robby is calming, the necklace helps, he's pretty good at forcing himself calm regardless of how he's actually feeling. so if it seems through the bond it probably feels more like a nice lull than anything pushing or demanding calm.]

[strongroots]

[ This...is going to turn out to be hard for Robby. Because while his emotional output is currently the equivalent of a sulky boy arms folded and trying to act like he isn't embarrassed (and failing), actually...seeking out Mob's emotions are difficult. He can feel them, sure: he feels the calm and still that the younger boy likes to keep his emotional state, and that's soothing on his own flustered being, but...

But if he was meant to be able to do more, like search Mob's feelings on a deeper level, he's really not getting far. He calms under the influence of what Mob's exuding, but while there's a sense of curiosity that 'looks' Mob's way, Robby's unable to explore the feelings other than what comes across.

...calming someone doesn't actually make them think about the fact they've been calmed, huh. Robby just seems to look like he's waiting for something, but he's at least not looking at Mob. Just to the side, like he'll notice it any second now.

Truly, he is a most normal boy unused to emotionally-charged esper powers. ]