november catch-all

[grice]

who: falco and some others!
what: event tls, wandering & ghost talks.
when: november!
where: various!

content warnings: talk of possession of a minor, violence, corruption of minors, cannibalism, mentions of torture & mutilation of a minor, mentions of child soldiers and gore. will add more as they come!


if you want to plot or play something out, hmu either on falco’s plotting comment or liberos!

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[grice]

[ oh god he's really doing that— falco's breathing lodges in his throat with a choked gasp, and for a second, two— he doesn't want to bring himself to move. if he pulled, he'd yank luca with him. if he hurt himself . . . even if it grew back, that's more pollution in a blood heavy environment. he has to think, he has to use his head, and he has to perhaps risk it in a way that prevents paleblood shedding.

he only had one shot at this, so he steadies his breathing from getting too erratic, focuses— he's seen worse, focus— ]

Luca, stop! Sᴛⷮoͦрⷬ!

[ the voice is his, but it's different; it's charged with energy. the ability is used to calm combative, aggressive auras like throwing a damp towel over fire, but only if he does it right. ]

[schoolingfish]

[At his command, Luca does stop. He turns, looks at him, still seeming like he's not all there but, for the moment at least, Luca seems calm, though uncertain, like he's not quite sure what's happening.]

cw for self harm (also in icon)

[grice]

[ okay— okay. falco doesn’t have the time nor the focus to act relieved— he keeps going. that’s, at most, thirty seconds. thirty seconds of calm before he either goes back to what he was doing, attacks falco instead, or gets through it (that, if it was strong enough to have made it thirty seconds; this place was a nerd zone). falco swallows tight and keeps his hand out, placating. ]

I’m going to get us out— Hang in there. Look at me— [ he’s there, he could see it in his eyes, and keeps attempting to get through to him. there’s a glass bottle with . . . something, in it. he can’t wait long to figure it out, takes it in his hands and throws it to the ground, opposite of luca. there were organs in there, and broken with a shatter showed that it was coldblood; it solidified and scattered its pieces, and falco took the chance to take one of the glass fractures, holds it tight in his hand—

and strips the piece out of his hold with the other. the gash it makes in his palm causes a slight wince, but not one falco wasn’t used to. milky white blood drips from the clenched fist to the ground, putting a hand print on the empty of spot upon the alter.

if that was good enough a sacrifice, he hoped the way would open. and god, when it does, an actual way out churning ajar just like the bolts and gears in sleeper farm, falco ushers luca by the shoulder, with his clean hand. ]

Just listen to my voice and stay calm,