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[grice]

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!

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[unsheathedfromreality]

[bold of fern to assume illarion has his shit together

Praise earned was praise due; objectively, despite the awful outcome, they had done very well for a spontaneously organized team of bystanders. Limited casualties, minimal property damage--what wasn't to be proud of, except a child's death. (And so many of them did die in violence, for far less reason.)

Illarion doesn't dispute the armored gentleman's assessment of their job, though the line of his jaw tightens to be reminded of all his Omen had seen.

Except you hesitated, he wants to accuse, unjustly, because there is Bigby in unconsolable agony for having struck that final blow. If someone else, anyone else, had taken it instead--

Except it is an unjustified accusation--projection of his own guilt--and as bad, gave more insight than he wanted anyone to have into how much he knew, and when. Such an insight could wait until he'd determined the appropriate reparation for his own inability to act in time.]

You also did well. [The words are largely without inflection or emotion.] Though this is an end one does not relish praise in, yes?

[He turns his head as if he could look between Fern and Bigby, then steps forward to put a hand lightly on the latter's shoulder.] You knew him.

[Not a question.] Shall you take him to the shore or sit vigil for him?

[There are many other things that needed to be done in the aftermath of such a battle, but the shrike's realistic: No one's focus was there, and there are others around--Hunters and Trenchies--who could take care of those responsibilities for a time.]

[monoceroscaeli]

[He hasn't much to say on the matter anymore- what's done is done, and as much as he relished in the fight, the ending was exactly what Illarion said- not exactly an ending he's relishing in. Only because this fight is the kind that has the markings of the same sickening thing that's already happened in the past- it's not a fight between two warriors, bearing their souls on the battlefield and leaving nothing behind- but rather, a fight that's been forced upon someone by this world, not even participating but having something participate for them. He'd seek out Falco later to confirm this of course, but he's got that nagging thought at the back of his mind.

With a heaving sigh, he can already feel the effects that the transformation has left on his body, and he can't keep it up any longer. He took a toll during the fight, and as he breathes out, dark energy around him presses outward from his core and the transformation breaks apart, revealing the human inside.

Childe immediately begins to fall, abyssal energy flicking and dissipating into the air around him. If no one catches him, he hits the ground hard, strugglnig to push himself back up at least onto his knees.]