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Deer Country Mod ([personal profile] reddosmod) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2021-12-08 02:19 am

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

DECEMBER 2021 EVENT
Hello! We are trying a new style of event this December with archival-like entries that characters can ICly find in the Archives. This should allow characters to be able to plan against certain events that occur in-game and do research ahead of time, during the event, or after the fact.

The idea is that these prompts will provide you with all the possibilities characters could theoretically face from the prompt. We hope this leaves more open-ended opportunities for people to engage with. Anything mentioned in the excerpts could be an experience characters encounter. You can always ask for clarification on any prompt on the plotting page.

This is a way to keep all event prompts relevant since new characters would be able to "read up" on these events/excerpts by visiting the Archives or other such resources for information about past events and what they can anticipate from the setting.

We hope this new style makes sense and is fun for players to work with! They will rely on players creating more of the atmosphere than the prompts, but we think that the prompts will provide the perfect guidance as to what the atmosphere should feel like. Enjoy!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Holiday themed antler decoration.]
[Image Two: White stag with perfect, circular antlers with bits of ice attached.]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Sculpture of white rabbit with neck caught in a snare. Non-graphic.]
[Image Two: Person in red cloak and wolf mask turning around.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Puppet making bloody snow angel in snow.]
[Image Two: Bloodied hands wrapped in bandages clenching.]

WINTER MOURNING
WHEN: Begins in December and can last until the end of Feb.
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Spoilers for various canons, survival situations, forced memory share


[A passage from Rituals of Trench: Remembering Our Pasts reads the following:]

"A long-standing tradition to celebrate Bone Season is for Deerians to collect antlers and bones salvaged from natural resources and create decorative home accents. These antler-bone decors are known formally as Winter Mournings and can be found in almost every residential home throughout Deer Country. Winter Mournings can be made to look like wreaths, candle holders, or simply an antler with a bow hung up on a wall.

Winter Mournings is seen as a way to honor one's past tribulations and how one has managed to survive and overcome hardships during their life. Winter Mournings serves as a testament to survival and a willingness to keep surviving even when things look bleak and dismal.

Creating Winter Mournings is considered a blessing to the Pthumerians Dorothea, Remina, and Argonaut. You will know if the blessing was accepted once your Winter Mourning begins to glow like the moon. Touch your Winter Mourning and you will be pulled back in time to a memory of a specific time when you or someone else had to survive something physically or mentally challenging. For some, it is merely a memory that cannot hurt, but for others, you may want to proceed with caution as it has been known to pull people physically back to times of war.

One cannot choose which memory they wind up in if it is their own, a friend's, or a complete stranger's. Winter Mournings was designed to create a sense of union and empathy among residents and is meant to open your mind and heart to those who have suffered around you. It is time you explore your past, or someone else's past, with an open mind and see how the other side has lived through hard times. These memories are known to be from adolescence, adulthood, or sometimes even futures that have not yet happened or timelines you have never known. After all, Remina sees all past and all history. That means they see all of your past and history too.

No memory lasts forever though. Once the memory has been concluded, you shall be brought back to the present by the Winter Mourning Stag: a great white beast with a circle of frozen antlers. It will come to you when the time is ready, and you will return to the present like waking from a dazzling dream.

Experiencing Winter Mournings can stabilize one's mood and provide restful sleep after, even if the memories may be difficult to swallow. It truly is a tribute to honor past horrors and traumas. Some memories are painful to remember, but forgetting them will never do anyone any good either. So hang your Winter Mournings and remember what matters.

Survive another day. You are worth it."

FAQ

1. Winter Mournings can produce new memories every time you touch them or the same memory.

2. Characters cannot choose what the memory is.

3. Characters can arrive in each other's memories regardless of if they already know each other. Multiple people can experience the same memory.

4. You can either experience the memory as a memory you can't touch or experience - or you can physically be in the memory and have to survive the situation as well. If you die in memory, your body will die wherever you had been touching the Winter Mourning.

5. Palebloods are capable of altering memories or how they or others experience memories.

6. Characters can be pulled into memories at random - as long as one of the characters in the memory share is touching a Winter Mourning at first.
RUN, RABBIT, RUN
WHEN: Month of December
WHERE: Everywhere/the woods
CONTENT WARNINGS: Themes of hunting, ghosts, curses, attempts at animal violence, hunting people based on blood types.


[An excerpt from Legends of Trench: Curses and Causations reads the following:]

"One of the most notorious legends of Trench is without a doubt the tale of The Huntress and the Hare. Most Trenchies have been told this tale since they were children, but for those unfamiliar, settle in.

This story begins with a mischievous god and an ambitious huntress. The Pthumerian Dorothea loved to play tricks on hunters trying to survive the Bone Season, setting animals free from traps and remaking the traps to catch the hunters instead. One day, a darkblood Huntress was fed up with Dorothea preventing her from catching food for her family and decided to settle the score. The Huntress began to hunt for Dorothea specifically, but it is no small feat hunting the god of trickery and survival.

The Huntress started to rely on her darkblood powers to alter reality to make the perfect traps. Innocuous trees turned into glue traps that anyone would stick to until they were freed by a darkblood or death took their pain from them. Walking through bushes would snag legs and necks, effectively trapping whatever creatures were unfortunate enough to wander for food. Magical snares and beartraps lock around victims with unrelenting force, leaving people and animals to try for help until they cry no more. While this took many innocent lives in the woods, animals, and people alike, it never seemed to work on Dorothea.

Dorothea continued to outwit the Huntress until she eventually drove the Huntress insane. The Huntress died without ever catching Dorothea, but they say her vengeful spirit awakens in winter and begins to set her traps yet again. The Huntress sends her traps and her dead animals after vilebloods and warmbloods to spite Dorothea and hope to maybe catch the god's attention. But Dorothea is no passive god. Dorothea spurs vilebloods and warmbloods to defend themselves against darkbloods and coldbloods.

Infamously, this has created enormous tension between the blood types during December some years, and it is said that the blood lust has caused the types to begin hunting one another regardless of old friendships and alliances. Beware the Huntress's curse. Some believe darkbloods and coldbloods can still hear her haunting commands and cries from the Trenchwood.

They say there is no ease for the tension between the bloodtypes until December has passed, but some believe palebloods may provide relief if they are willing."

FAQ

1. Characters will increasingly feel the urge to actively hunt one another using traps/etc.

2. The Huntress's curse includes undead animals/beasts chasing after warmbloods and vilebloods and magical traps. Players can invent unique traps for their characters.

3. There will be an innate urge to chase/hide from one another.

4. The curse can be broken by paleblood intervention, character death, or a gradual wearing off by the end of the month.
LOCKJOINT
WHEN: All of Bone Season
WHERE: On Sleeper bodies
CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild body horror, blood magic curses, physical curses, cures through blood ministration/blood letting, possible skin removal, injuries, possible death via starvation/exposure.


[An passage from The Sleeper Condition; Chapter 13: Bodily Aches and More. Found exclusively at the Lumenarium:]

"Generally speaking, Sleeper blood allows Sleepers to navigate this world without the fear of illness and disease. However, no organic body is perfect, and Sleeper blood has its own set of ailments to fret over. Blood Ministers have studied the phenomena of Lockjoint for years now and believe that it is linked to the crystalization found in Sleeper death, though the exact connection remains unknown.

Lockjoint tends to begin and last throughout Bone Season. Some Sleepers may never experience it, but for many, it becomes a reoccurring issue to dread each season. This condition forces blood magic to gather at the joints and effectively lock up. Sleepers find it difficult to move their bodies at the bends, fingers, knees, shoulders, etc without some form of discomfort. Minimal lockjoint can be painful and annoyance, but critical lockjoint can be fatal.

The most severe cases of lockjoint documented have shown Sleepers to have crystalization form over their joints, rendering parts of their bodies completely immobile. Some Sleepers have been found dead in this condition, all their joints crystallized, and it is believed most died from natural causes thereafter.

One can determine they are experiencing lockjoint when the coloration around the joints begins to darken in color, typically looking like a bruise. Calcification may occur rapidly the more magic a Sleeper uses or the more they expose themselves to outside elements. It is imperative that Sleepers remain properly clothed during Bone Season, even if they are coldbloods, and to invest in enchanted clothes that can lock in heat.

A known cure for lockjoint is the art of bloodletting. Puncturing the joints with small incisions seems to allow a release of the built-up magic and can provide immediate relief to the Sleeper. Catching lockjoint early is imperative. Alternative methods are soaking in hot springs and salted water.

Those who are in a more severe state will have to carefully have the crystals removed. This will likely remove the skin as well. Local anesthesia is highly recommended for the procedure. This process is known to leave scarring. The crystals can be saved and used as bloodstones from whoever they were harvested from. If you find a Sleeper dead from lockjoint, make sure to harvest the crystals as they are incredibly valuable.

This curse is believed to stem from Sleeper blood magic congealing within the body in contrast with the atmospheric magic of Bone Season. There is no known prevention for lockjoint. Lockjoint can impact all Sleepers regardless of bloodtype or the material their bodies are made from."

FAQ

1. This impacts characters regardless of blood type or their body - meaning it can impact characters with metal/plastic/plant/wood/etc bodies.

2. Players can choose how rapid or severe this gets and how quickly they can be healed.
CODING
megatheorem: (197)

[personal profile] megatheorem 2021-12-11 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Palamedes smiles briefly, endeared; that was mostly a joke, but one always has to ask when it comes to People With Titles; he should know. He immediately has a whole bunch of opinions and gently prying questions about the type of man who would admit to being not a very good king, but he's busy nodding and remembering the name of the theater and before he can say anything else, the next shift comes.

Again Wu moves closer to him, and again Palamedes wonders if this odd space will notice them at any moment now and have cause to become violent. Wu has more experience in this place than he does, perhaps memories have ambushed people in Trench before...]


Korra is a friend of yours? [Guessing, as he moves to peek out the window himself. Huh! People! Really, this bubble is remarkable—as a feat and not as an instrument of torment, certainly.]

Then you and I, here, are merely supposed to watch. [Not interact, not the way it had been in Bigby's memory—] What are these encounters for?

[That's mostly to himself, frowning down at the crowd. It doesn't make sense! What's the goal behind making a person relive something like this, and from outside of it, as well...]

Do you still want to try leaving?
thinkfirst: (neutral | determined | ready)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2021-12-11 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Flynn, already halfway across the room, halts at those last words, looking over his shoulder at the current Kaworu. ]

What did they mean? About... you being replaceable? Is it hurting you?

[ That last part is addressed to them both. He isn't even sure if the younger Kaworu can hear him but Flynn can't simply leave that there, not when he's vibrating with anger at those callous words lobbied to someone who couldn't even defend himself. Who mocked the idea of dying, and then seemed to have been presented with it. ]
lightinside: (401l-015)

1: B

[personal profile] lightinside 2021-12-11 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Laurel is completely thrown by the whole thing, not really understanding what was going on. Is this a dream? Why would she dream about somebody she doesn't know and in such vivid detail too? She's leaning against the wall of what looked like this girl's bedroom who seemed unaware of Laurel's presence.

That is, until the girl speaks to her. ]


What? Oh, shit. Sorry. [Her hands immediately go up in the air to show that she means no harm.] I don't know I even got here in the first place, but I really didn't mean to intrude.
vibing: (tired | annoyed | talk | repede)

[personal profile] vibing 2021-12-11 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yuri makes an annoyed noise. ]

Yeah, well.

[ Not his problem. If anything, he thinks that having this hanging over her made her more loyal to Flynn, more likely to stay close, to make sure to make up for what she did ]
thinkfirst: (hurt | upset | unsure)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2021-12-11 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Flynn's fingers tighten until his knuckles are white. His breath comes short and sharp around a lump of feeling in his throat, and he knows it's too visible, he knows Yuri can probably see everything he's feeling but it's too much and he doesn't know where to put it all. ]

You can't just decide that for me.
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II

[personal profile] blackmothwings 2021-12-11 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucille hears Kyle before she sees him and is about to chastise the young man for his language. Back in her day, nobody ever spoke so crudely -- at least not in public. After almost two years living amongst modern people, she'd normally let it slide, having finally accepted that she would never be able to change them. However, Lucille has been feeling oddly agitated this month, and she's less likely to hold back. More likely to show her disdain towards these crude modern boys.

There are harsh words on the tip of her tongue as she turns around, but her gaze is immediately drawn to his ankle, and the glistening crystals protruding from his skin. Whatever she was going to say is now forgotten, replaced with concern.

"No, it's not," she says with a frown. "We ought to do something about that before it gets worse."
vibing: (neutral | sad | soft | explain | look |)

[personal profile] vibing 2021-12-11 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's what he did, isn't it? He thought he was protecting Flynn, but he was taking a decision from him. That knowledge settles in his gut, and he nods slowly ]

You're right. I'm sorry. I thought she'd own up to it, and you could decide, but-- she didn't.
thinkfirst: (look down | sad | trying)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2021-12-11 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She should have.

[ But Flynn is so tired of the word should and it's evident in his voice, a brittle thing choked with more feeling than he'd like. His head is bowed, and he isn't really seeing anything, trapped in the whirl of his own head. ]

When you were gone, I... looked. I couldn't stop looking. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't—I just, if you were out there, and you needed me, and I wasn't there?

Sodia is the one who pulled me back. She reminded me of my duty. Told me I was needed. That—

[ His voice is so tight, near to breaking. Flynn's own ironclad control is the only thing keeping it together. ]

—that you wouldn't want me to leave the people behind. And she knew! That whole time, she knew what she had done, and that she had ensured you probably wouldn't survive, and I don't know how to take that anymore! I'm so tired of being kept in the dark!
vibing: (concern | annoyed | look | sus)

[personal profile] vibing 2021-12-11 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The calm that settled over him breaks a little, a bubble of anger simmering in his gut ]

Fuck. I'm sorry, Flynn. I-- I didn't mean to keep it from you.

[ But that's a lie, isn't it? He didn't want Flynn to know. He wanted Flynn to have someone at his right hand, someone who could support him, who would put him first, who would do the hard thing, even if that hard thing is to take out Yuri to protect him.

And here Flynn is, kneeling in front of him, looking the way he does when he might start panicking, and Yuri shifts forward, gripping his shoulder tightly
]

Flynn, look at me.
thinkfirst: (stare | caught | unsure)

[personal profile] thinkfirst 2021-12-11 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does.

Because he can't think right now, because his head is a mess and his stomach just keeps flipping over, because his eyes are red-rimmed and glassy with tears he won't let fall, because—

Because Yuri is here, at least, and is telling him now. He looks up, defiant and tight-shouldered, hunched against all of this, and meets Yuri's eyes, and sucks in a tiny breath that does nothing at all.
]

I don't know what to do.

[ It's half an admission and half a plea, and Flynn is terried of the way that Yuri will look at him, because he should be able to figure this out, shouldn't he? That's what he does. ]
Edited 2021-12-11 22:45 (UTC)
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winter morning (a)

[personal profile] lightinside 2021-12-11 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[It isn't the first time Laurel has been shot at, but when a bullet whizzes by her head she can't help letting out a gasp in surprise. Once again, she had found herself in a dream or some shared experience with another sleeper and it was really starting to get on her nerves.

Laurel doesn't question the man's instructions, getting down into a crouch as she follows him to the other side of the room, hoping to find some kind of safe space to hide until all of this blows over. Unless it was one of those situations that she'd have to experience multiple times until it ends. ]


Are we just supposed to wait this out?

[She asks, trying to keep any nerves out of her voice.]
vibing: (look | tired | serious | pout)

[personal profile] vibing 2021-12-11 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah...

[ Yuri says it softly, and shifts forward until he's kneeling in front of Flynn, pressed closer, on the same level as him. He grips Flynn's shoulder, then cups his cheek ]

You don't have to do anything. I, I should have told you, when she didn't. That's on me. But you're okay. You're gonna be okay. When you decide what you wanna do, I'll do it. I'll-- I don't know. Whatever you need from me, you have it.

[ I love you, I'd do anything for you doesn't come out, but it's there in his voice ]
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Darth Nox | Star Wars

[personal profile] a_gaggle_of_ghosties 2021-12-11 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Separate log for a much, much longer memory for Winter Mourning HERE]

(Winter Mourning)
[Content Warning: Violence, Murder, Slavery (mention only)]

Well, isn't this nostalgic...

[Even to those who aren't capable of sensing the Force, the halls of the Sith Academy had a certain intimidating presence to them, and the chambers of the Dark Council even more so. It was meant to project the overwhelming power of the Dark Side, after all; to make anyone who set foot inside feel insignificant, powerless, and most of all vulnerable. In other words, it was the perfect place for Sith to conduct the business of running the Empire.

Business that, as it turned out, occasionally involved debate over deserved to die. None of it was particularly new to Nox, clearly--another version of him was letting himself into the closed session after all--but this was the first time the Sith had been there to witness events unfold as a mere observer.

The other members of the Council didn't seem to see any reason why the Empire as a whole should interfere in a personal feud started by one of their own. They saw even less reason to prevent a duel to settle said feud from taking place in the middle of an official Council meeting. Not that it would be much of a duel, given the wide gulf in power between the two participants. Something Darth Thanaton would realize entirely too late.

And as soon as Thanaton's denial of the situation began, Nox would turn his head back to anyone else present to watch things play out. He'd lived through it once after all, which meant he knew when to offer one particular piece of advice.]


You may want to shield your eyes. This next part's going to be fairly bright...


(Lockjoint)
[CW: mild body horror, self-harm]

[Nox being Nox, he'd quickly sought out whatever information he could once the symptoms of the strange and unusual ailment had set in. This meant that while he had been pointed in the proper direction and learned of how to alleviate them.

However, Nox being Nox, that just meant that he'd be spending much of his time using himself as a human guinea pig in order to better study the unfamiliar ailment.

He'd forgone wearing his armor after a few days and opted for some drab and unassuming robes--just enough to keep himself decent and not much else--and one wouldn't have to strain themselves too hard to discover the reason. While much of his body was free of any obvious ill effects, aside from some rather obvious wounds around the joints, he'd allowed the condition to continue largely untreated along the length of his left arm and much of the corresponding leg.

Once he was satisfied with the progression of the condition, he could be found seated comfortably somewhere in the Lumenwood district and busying himself experimenting with various methods of removal. And, as he let out an obviously pained scream as he wrenched a particularly large shard out from behind his knee, that was going about as well as could be expected.]


Emperor's blood that fucking...!

[Either whatever phenomena was responsible for everyone understanding one another had a few linguistic blind spots when it came to his galaxy, or Sith had a rather eclectic mix of curses and various exclamations at their disposal.

As Nox wanted to avoid losing too much blood, lest it affect the progression of the phenomenon over the rest of his body, he discarded the bloodied crystal and began to wrap a piece of linen cloth around the bloodied wound it had left behind. It wasn't the easiest task to manage, what with the dramatically limited range of motion available for his left arm and wrist, but he seemed to be managing. Well, not really.

The most he could do was weakly press his partially crystallized wrist down onto his knee as he used his one good hand to clumsily run the cloth around his leg. It was enough to keep the improvised dressing from moving around, but that was about all it was good for. There wouldn't be nearly enough pressure on the wound to actually do much to stem the bleeding if he kept at it this way. Maybe lend a Sith a hand?

It wasn't as if anyone stubborn enough to turn half their body into a human pincushion was likely to actually ask for help, after all.]
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[personal profile] kyley_b 2021-12-11 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
'Crude modern boy' describes Kyle perfectly. Hilariously, he thinks of himself as very polite.

Kyle looks up and offers a wan little smile. "Uhm. Yeah. Probably. I just don't really know what TO do. I don't suppose you've seen this before?"
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Fat Billie | Spout Lore

[personal profile] wapples 2021-12-11 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Winter Mourning cw: child mistreatment

Billie's not sure what he expected when he touched the glowing antler, but it certainly wasn't this. He's in an old, wooden barn. It's warm and cozy, and probably near dusk, given the low light shining in through one of the windows. In the corner, is a crate, and something's rustling in it. He sees the remains of a mostly eaten yam tossed out of the crate across the floor.

"That better not be you in there again, Fat Billie!" A gruff voice shouts as someone bangs on the door.

The halfling boy's head sticks up from over the edge of the crate, and he swallows the mouthful of raw yam in his mouth. "Uh oh..."

He scrambles over the edge of the crate, knocking it over, and a single, partially eaten yam rolls out. He's devoured the rest of them.

The identical looking child looks up at the Sleeper he finds himself here with, shaking his head, eyes wide. "I don't wanna see this again. How do we get out of here?"

Run, Unlucky Rabbit, Run

Billie knows a whole lot more about disarming traps than he does about setting them, but he figures it's pretty much the same thing, just in reverse. Besides, he's got this cool rabbit's foot thing he found hanging off the knob of the drawer he sleeps in at home, and that's got to be good luck, right?

He thinks he's got the snare set right. Anyone unlucky to stumble into it will find themselves yanked off their feet, but it's probably not quite high enough to pull them up into the air. He's only about two feet tall, after all.
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[personal profile] onekindsoul 2021-12-11 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ruby's just busying herself looking over one of the safe houses when she notices a strange shadow cast on the floor. She glances up at the ceiling and sees the shape of Paimon just chilling out up there.

Ruby let's out a startled shriek and quickly pulls off her cloak and bundles it up to throw at her demon possessed friend.]


AH! CEILING PETER!

[Better move Paimon there's a blanket coming next.]
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[personal profile] prodigalhairess 2021-12-11 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it really? Everyone says that, but there has to be something more I could've done.

[They said it about Varian. They were saying it about Cass, right up until she woke up in Trench. It's not your fault, you couldn't have known. It's true, she didn't know anything about the heartache her friends were going through. She didn't know about the things tormenting them. But... could she have known, if she tried a little harder? They hid their pain well, but there had to have been some sort of clue she missed, some sort of tell...]

I didn't want this to happen, I tried my best to help, but still- [She turns to face the real Varian- but any train of thought she might have had derails, and she nearly bites her tongue with the startled noise she makes.] Varian! What-

[She'd seen how sickly he'd been looking lately. How he seemed to be changing. But it looks so much worse now???]

What's going on? Is the dream doing this somehow? [She reaches out to take his hand, not caring about the swiftly-growing claws beneath the gloves.] Come on, let's find a way out of here. Maybe you'll get better away from all of this.
vibing: (look | tired | serious | pout)

[personal profile] vibing 2021-12-12 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Shit.

[ He can guess what happens next, then. Using something meaningful to save someone can't be pretty. He tears his eyes away from the scene to glance at Stiles ]

Yuri Lowell. Sorry to intrude, man. I can turn around and cover my ears if you want.

[ Being forced to show someone something so deep, so painful, shouldn't be done by force. ]
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First Crush

[personal profile] onerthes 2021-12-12 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
She'd been helping with the decorations when it happened. Vira-Lorr blinked in surprise, her hand on her friend's shoulder as they just stood there in what looked like a high school hallway. Her eyes blinked in shock. She hadn't even seen the glow before it happened. "Oh dear," she murmured.

"By the decor I imagine this is a memory of yours?" she said, looking around, the events not yet quite fully playing out.
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[personal profile] onerthes 2021-12-12 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
She settled down against the counter and shook her head. "Well, that's one solution to the problem out of the way, Kyle. Not that I'm faulting you. There's only one Blood Minister I truly trust, and I don't know how you'd feel going to him." Wesker was ... an acquired taste. "But yes. It's a serious problem. It will only get worse, affecting your mobility, hurting more and with more protruding blood crystals."

"There are options. If you won't let someone blood let, they could be removed directly but there might be scarring and a lot of pain." She frowned. "Actually, there is one other. I still have one dose of red salts left. They would work if you bathed with them, but you'd want to be a little careful."

She had one more for herself. It'd be fine. Totally fine. Sure. Right. Totally fine because bathing in aphrodisiac bath salts was always a good idea. a bridge to cross later.
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Ruby Rose | RWBY | Deerington CRAU | Cold Blood

[personal profile] onekindsoul 2021-12-12 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Run Rabbit Run

After what had happened to Ange and many of her other friends on the sleeper farm Ruby was feeling a little on edge. That paired with the vengeful feelings building up in her cold blood and the urge to go out and hunt she was a fairly dangerous combination. Ruby was a well trained and creative monster hunter before she ended up in the dream and then Trench. She's just had time to hone her skills more.

On the brighter side she had caught a lot of people dressing up with a lot of candy accessories or make up over the last couple weeks. The whole trickster event flew right over her head but she thought it was a neat fashion idea. She's managed to stick a whole bunch of candy canes, licorice, and other sweets into her outfit and hair because clearly that's the fashion trend this month.]


A.

[The streets of Gaze have been set up with numerous traps. Some might be bola's or snare traps to catch and leave someone hanging in midair or trapped to a lamp post. Going on a little more elaborately she's managed to modify some of the manhole covers to drop open like a pitfall to drop someone into a carefully placed net in the sewers. Others are a bit more dangerous as the urge to hunt pulls at her more. Trip wires rigged to hidden guns and rifles are set up in some of the alleys. The weapons aren't aimed to kill but they use either live ammunition or bullets made from her cold blood made to encase and hinder limbs in blocks of ice, or stun with electricity.

either way once the trap is sprung she's quick to leap out and see who's fallen into it.]


Ha! Gotchya!

B.

[Or maybe she's managed to get snagged in her own or someone elses trap. She finds herself hanging upside down by an by a snare or some other some other device. She gives a little sheepish wave.]

Hey- Little help here?

Winter Mourning

[The Winter Mourning seemed like a cute gesture and something Ruby felt drawn to create for herself. She finds herself being pulled into three memories; One of a story shared when she was a child,another of her training with her sister, and finally her last few moments in her own world before waking up in Trench. Either way she stands quietly to the side as these memories play out before them, looking fondly at the first two memories and a touch more distant at the last.]

Wildcard.

[OOC: Feel free to choose your own adventure! Or contact me at jjabarrett on plurk or jjabarrett#9701 to plot something out.]
danserai: human (155)

[personal profile] danserai 2021-12-12 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh right, other people don't know ballet. it still startles her. ]

It's ballet. It's a kind of dance.
danserai: human (67)

[personal profile] danserai 2021-12-12 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah. ahiru looks down briefly. ]

There's a prince from a story. He lost his heart. Fakir and I disagreed on it. I wanted to give him his heart back. Give him all his feelings. Fakir didn't want that.
Edited 2021-12-12 00:34 (UTC)
danserai: duck (131)

[personal profile] danserai 2021-12-12 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ not unreasonable at all. the duck buries herself in luz's clothes as she watches the world pass by. ]
threelayers: (13)

[personal profile] threelayers 2021-12-12 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[All considered, now that it was apparent neither was corrupted heavily much less in the state of beasthood, they seemed more willing to help out, even happy to. The trenchies did have a certain odd veneration.

Neo shivered and nodded. Her fingers reached out gently, starting to tap the omni with slow motions. It was hard to formulate words right now, but she could manage it.]


Was deep.
Didn notict got this bad.
Somtin wron.


[One finger twitched and she grimaced. Yeah, thankfully this effect didn't actually kill you. It was other things that did. But she was kind of a glitter shop right now with all of the crystals. Still, she did seem to send the message to her own omni, which buzzed, underneath crystals that had covered and trapped it at her side, where one hand was locked to her side.]

Y?