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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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[grice]

[ more than enough of an answer being “yes” was falco’s surprise, and questioning in turn. they could sit, for sure, and if they’re going to talk more, it’d be best to rest their legs. falco takes a seat and sinks through half a pile of hay before appropriately being able to sit up straight. ]

You know—?

[ the implication— he doesn’t want to think about it yet. ]

[laminae]

[Since Falco is cool with it, Fern is going to go ahead and flop down onto the hay next to him. Yep, this is definitely comfy, as comfy as someone can be in a horse stable.]

Yeahhh, so fun fact, there's a bunch of Sleepers who've been in and out of here and Deerington who have gronked up heads like you. We all kinda got our own thing going on so it's not the exact same, but it's not like I'm just - Fern, one single guy who was always just who I am now. [It's on the tip of his tongue, but he holds off on saying whoever that is.]

[grice]

[ gonked up heads— was that what possession was? falco thought it was at his neck and it spread out from there . . . but it’s true that when something else has the wheel, most lose their thoughts. falco didn’t know what the silence was in that regard, when his consciousness was intact and just— took the rest. ]

You’re . . . Two things?

[ falco can feel his gut icing up and his eyes hold growing fear; the thought of being part of the silence, or the silence being a part of him as one entity and not two separate beings—

it was scary. it was liking losing who he was. ]

[laminae]

Yup.

[Fern doesn't know enough about Falco's situation to figure it's the exact same thing, but he's willing to bet there are similarities.]

Before I was me I was two swords. Sentient swords. Both of 'em combined physically to make me, but the uh - the psychological part? That's a lot messier. When I first got made I thought I was someone else, someone I used to be, and I still feel that way sometimes. I wasn't... really made just knowing who 'Fern' is, 'cause I still felt like them and not me.

[grice]

[ it’s a good thing warrior kids get training to disassociate what they get from their abilities— in a way, fern isn’t wrong, there are a lot of people in little falco’s head, but that was before becoming haunted.

now it’s just weird and even scarier that he could be right.

this is a story almost beyond his comprehension, the idea of swords being sentient a baffling idea that, you know . . . he’s alright with accepting, right now. he wasn’t so privileged with story books as most were, but he did know stories— and the first thing that came time mind, the first plausible thing, if the swords made up a physical body but not the mental part: ]

Was it . . . A spirit that made the other part of you?

[laminae]

[Fern is well aware of how strange his whole story is. Honestly, even by Ooo standards a lot of it doesn't make sense. He doesn't like it, but he's gradually becoming more tolerant of that over time, and with the support of friends and family.]

A wizard made the Grass Sword part of me. The Grassy Wizard. So he's sort of like my dad, I guess. One of my dads.

[He scowls at that, because Grassy Wizard falls under the umbrella of absolutely terrible dad. He doesn't regret putting that guy in the hospital.]

The other part of me was a human who got transformed into a sword. I was stuck in a time loop that'd bring this cosmic being back from the dead, and a time paradox happened, but instead of just exploding I exploded into a sword.

[grice]

[ fern where do you come from!!!

assimilating that— takes a few tailored moments, but falco tries his absolute hardest to absorb. you can tell he’s putting in the effort: he’s attentive, and while his brows do slightly furrow to gather and make sense of some things, he refrains from making faces. ]

That . . . Must be hard to separate.

[laminae]

[Sorry Falco, it's so much. It's so, so much, and even Bubblegum was like what the fuck at it all.]

It's really rough, and for a real long time I didn't want to face up to it. That's why Varian did what he did - I didn't tell him anything, so he didn't have all the information. He thought he was doing the right thing. [Fern shifts awkwardly, looking away.] But all that is just part of who I am, even if it's bad.

[grice]

[ falco’s eyes strain and his brows pinch up; so he accepted it. as part of who he was. that was a bold move to make, even a brave one, or a crazy one, and even perhaps the right one, for fern— but falco wasn’t so sure he could do the same. he wasn’t made this way. it’s not how he was born. it invaded him. he’s not so sure he could welcome it into his heart when it just wants to break every single one it sees. that was never a part of him. it’s always been an extreme opposite.

falco goes quiet at first, but tells himself: i can’t accept it. ]

What did . . . Varian do? [ everything else aside, it was something he wasn’t aware of. ] Something like Dipper?

[laminae]

[Fern nods a little.]

Yeah. Not a typical exorcism, he's too scientific for that kind of thing, but he tried to lock that part of me away.

[And a whole lot of people paid the price for it.]

The point is, doing something like this when you don't fully get what's going on can be dangerous. And even though you and Dipper messed up, you guys aren't alone.

[grice]

[ falco’s eyes tend to his lap, apologetic at best and creeping with earlier realization. ]

I won’t forget that. Not anymore. [ his thank you for the reminder is faint but present; taking a stick of hay in one had, he twirls it in his finger. ] Do you think someone would want to . . . Study it?

[ to understand it. falco only had this thought now, though; he knew next to nothing about the supernatural to look into it himself. ]

[laminae]

[Fern grins a little, reaching over to pat Falco on the head. He's a good kid.]

Oh yeah, definitely. If there's some weird unknowable eldritch being out there, someone here's gonna wanna study and learn more about it. [He hums thoughtfully.] Which might be the way to go. Try to understand it, instead of just killing it right away.

[grice]

[ okay, head pats are a thing falco only rejects if he’s mad at the headpatter— which is a rare occurrence! and not at all close to this one! his eyes go shut briefly and his cheeks go red. ]

I can try and make a list of what I know— [ it wasn’t much, but it could be something! ] and look for more ways to, maybe, communicate—? I don’t know if it’s that sentient, though.

[laminae]

[Hah, that is never not going to be adorable.]

It's worth trying. That thing might be able to talk and it just doesn't have a mouth, y'know? At least it might lead to helping you without hurting you.

[grice]

[ falco goes quiet in the pile of hay he’s sunken into, knees propped up and straightening his back. fern’s here, talking to him about what happened, about the thing, he was there then and was here now, so— ]

. . . Thank you, Fern.

[ an apology was at the tip of his tongue, too— but gratitude felt more worthwhile, at the moment. ]