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Who: falco grice, others, and you!
What: a catch all for the month including a player plot, general prompts and event prompts in the comments, all open!
When: december; date will be in the header if any!
Where: waves hands at too many places
Content Warnings: possession, violence, gore, self harm, child death, war imagery, child soldiers, racial oppression, genocide, forced experimentation, torture, mutilation, gun violence (against children)

see below for open prompts of all kinds! if you have any questions or would like to plot something specific, hmu at
liberos!
What: a catch all for the month including a player plot, general prompts and event prompts in the comments, all open!
When: december; date will be in the header if any!
Where: waves hands at too many places
Content Warnings: possession, violence, gore, self harm, child death, war imagery, child soldiers, racial oppression, genocide, forced experimentation, torture, mutilation, gun violence (against children)

see below for open prompts of all kinds! if you have any questions or would like to plot something specific, hmu at
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I’m- Paleblood. [ he adds, and since they’re on the topic of abilities: ] I can’t see the future, though.
[ he can see the past, but that’s a completely different ballpark and has more to do with his home world abilities than the ones offered by his blood— maybe they were too weak to function. maybe he’s already seen flashes in his dreams and simply doesn’t remember. ]
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[Michael's aware that Palebloods can have other abilities, but future-sight is definitely the one he's most aware of. Some others can...make illusions, he thinks?]
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[ he had more technical ways to explain it, go off on titan biology, but that’ll just confuse everyone who’s unfamiliar. ]
And I know how to shoot, sir.
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[Good enough for defending yourself, which is generally important around here!]
With a gun, you mean?
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Mostly rifles— but I can work the modern pistols, too.
[ the mandalorian was a good teacher for the former! ]
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[Michael, for his part, is pretty nonchalant about it. Honestly by the time guns were invented, there hadn't seemed to be much sport in long-distance torture anymore.]
Not really that much of a fighter, though. It never really came up, back home.
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[ and yet it still feels like some far away dream he’s trying to reach for while he’s still the one in a pit of combat. once the heat has helped his last sheet of photograph, falco begins to adjust them back into the frame. amazing. ]
. . . Thank you, sir. For saving my photos.
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[It just means getting used to combat here. Sure, there's folks around here who don't fight still, but Michael's strong and hard to kill. He feels like he ought to fend for himself.
He won't say any of that, though. It feels like it won't help.]
Sure, no problem.
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he just had to have a solid base. ]
What’s your name? [ he could leave it less than that, but falco wasn’t really in the mood to be alone so soon. when someone’s finally gotten around to speaking to him and vice versa, he can’t help but to hold out for as long as he could. ] I’m Falco.
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[He seems content enough to remain where he is, at least, though he's withdrawn his hand and stopped radiating quite so much heat.]
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Do you usually welcome new people, Mister Michael?
[ for staying by the shore, is what he considers. ]
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[Fire squids are very useful for breaking up the frozen water and shepherding smaller squids to shore!]
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You’re good with people, too.
[ coming over to check on him, helping him with his photos, hell, feeding him time and conversation. michael didn’t have to be here. ]
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[Demons aren't really social creatures; maybe it never would've come naturally to any of them. Either way, Michael doesn't count the years when he was just good at manipulating people.]
I know ending up in a new world can be rough for people. I can't really make this one any better, but it helps to have a nicer welcome.
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[ for the consideration, and that he’s part of it at this point, stranger or not. ]
This is the third place I’ve been to. It’s going to be . . . A month, now.
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[It's not so unusual for this to be the second - there’s a lot of others who were in Deerington, too. But Michael doesn't remember Falco from the dream, and even so the third place is an anomaly.]
Like this, with the multiversal displacement and all that?
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I don’t think one was better than the other.
[ they were all horror shows. ]
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[The hell's going on in California? Some alternate one, he's sure, but still.]
That's a very odd coincidence. Wonder if something about it favors travellers. [.....] That's too bad, though. If you liked your home.
[It's not quite a question - he knows enough to know he oughtn't ask. But, you know, he also knows that not everybody does. Lots of folks didn't go home after Deerington.]
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I have people I like from home.
[ but, marley? living in an actual internment zone when he wasn’t being used as fodder on the battlefield? he could live without that. he could live without some people spitting on him in the streets and so much more, but that freedom, for the time being, wasn’t the reality he lived back there. ]
It’s not the best place for us, but— we’re trying to make it better.
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[Michael can sympathize. His own world wasn't exactly the best place either. It's gotten a lot better, but he's sure it's never going to be perfect - the work can't ever really just be done, right?]
But it's good that you're trying. Everyone should try to make their worlds better - and you seem...young, too? [How young? No clue, he's shit with human ages. But he's seen a lot of young humans step up around here, so...]
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[ he’s gone out, back to home, and out again. the pause is there because of the time— he’s been jostled back and forth so much, he’s not so sure he’s still twelve at times. ]
But I’ll be thirteen in a couple of months. It’s close to the end of winter.
[ february, to be more precise! ]
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[Oh, maybe that was rude? He's right, though, he's so right. Aren't humans in some kind of blob stage for several years to start off with, too?]
I'm like a billion years old. Humans go so fast sometimes...
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[ it was a horrid thought, but it was one that rang true— if you take them in, old enough, say eight? they’ll do fine. falco did (although a rifle he has to shoot is pretty much the size of him). ]
A billion—? [ he doesn’t look it, is the first thing that comes to mind—! ] H-how can you keep track, Mister Michael?
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[Logically! But he doesn’t tend to track the years much, it seems a tad pointless. Except as an excuse for birthday parties, which he does like.]
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the next question that chips his curiosity is one that asks more permission than it does to know: ]
Can you say what you are, if it isn’t human?
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