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deercountry2021-09-09 03:39 pm
siriusly) wrote in deercountry2021-09-09 03:39 pm
here it goes [september open/catchall]
Who: Manabu Yuuki + Soldier Blue + OTA
What: Gen + event open prompts for the month for both of my characters! Tag one, tag many, go apeshit. will match format
When: September
Where: Various
Permissions: Psychic power permissions/opt-out
Content Warnings: September event warnings + eye trauma + memory loss/manipulation + monsters & the gore they can make
there are drawn images of torture/monsters/blood embedded
1. house hunt
manabu yuuki @ housing in crenshaw
"...Hello?"
Manabu stops just shy of the next, creaky step in the large and (seemingly) empty building he's entered in. Things don't fall entirely silent until the little dog's tippy-taps click to a stop at the foot of the stairs, punctuated by an impatient snuffle.
Just find an empty space and make it your own, they said...jeez, really? That seems so...invasive. Because it is. But what is he supposed to do? Build a place himself? Fat chance. And no one seemed keen on trading menial work for rent, either - that uncomfortable separation of Sleepers and Wakers being the basis to dote upon him. He doesn't deserve that. Maybe others who suffered or struggled more do, but he sure doesn't.
The dog yips, its voice carrying through the open foyer and, perhaps, to spaces beyond, giving Manabu a little bristle. He glares over his shoulder and shushes.
"If you're gonna follow around, you're gonna be quiet, okay?!"
A moody little whine follows, and the dog sits. Manabu rolls his eye and looks back up, sighing and starting to climb up. Maybe nobody else really is here...
2. the dog
manabu yuuki @ the rainy streets of trench
[whether he knows it or not, this spunky little dog is a part of him. Manabu's a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to things of the heart, so the efforts they take to convey that to him are slow to take...yet still the little scrapper persists, because persisting is what Manabu himself does.
the dog is galloping through the rainy streets, sniffing around with a clear, anxious frustration, growling and yapping at passers-by that don't seem to be what they want.
eventually, they find a Sleeper. perhaps an old friend, perhaps a stranger who seems to have some shades of apparent compassion.
either way, the barking will persist, to the point of hopping and nipping at clothes for attention, trying to encourage the Sleeper and its omen to follow them.
come on! hurry up!]
3. event: bloodsport
manabu yuuki @ open lots within trench, near the canals
It can't be possible, but it feels as though Manabu's blood is both boiling and freezing at the same time. Sleeping doesn't help, moving doesn't help, sitting, standing, breathing...
What the hell is going on?
Cold fire flickers, sparking here and there with some residual electricity. It races off his body and snakes off into the saber he holds out as though it were drawn to it like a lightning rod. This should hurt...way more than it does. No more than an itch, an ache...
But the longer he stands still, the more it hurts. Manabu winces, doubling over for a minute before getting his stable footing back. He swallows down fresh panic, swiveling his head around so his good eye can survey, growing in desperation and doubt.
What does he do? What is he supposed to do?!
Get help, obviously. Somewhere. The thought is in his mind even as the confusion begins to overwhelm him; he yelps in alarm as another tongue of flame laps up across his shoulders and arms. Something catches his attention just over the bridge of his nose, and in fear and impulse, he swings that sparking saber with a yell.
4. event: river of regret
manabu yuuki @ a canoe on a strange river
D'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!
[down he goes, dropped by the menacing murder that swept him up in the first place. Manabu's a small guy, so at least he's not at risk to toppling the canoe he plops into, but it's graceless, and he may wind up landing on whomever was there before.]
A...aowh...what the hell...?!
5. event: growing pains
soldier blue @ misc. planting grounds in trench
The rain has eased back into a steady, but gentle drizzle. The streets are still slick, but the wind has died down, making walking easier to manage. And while Blue no longer walks alone, he must do so slowly, carefully, putting distance between himself and the many, many open minds that surround him.
There's some reprieve here, especially with most citizens inside to avoid catching sick from the rain. A faint, pale blue aura keeps Blue dry and safe from that sort of fear - one more reason he has to take his time. The lion ambles just as slowly, letting him keep a hand on him for balance, emanating a steady sense of safety and assurance that Blue would find in himself were he to search.
Right now, though, his attention is outside of himself: The spark of a Sleeper - that familiar echo of their shared beginnings here - lights up in the gloom, and Blue is drawn to an open gardening space where someone seems to either be puzzling over what to do or...why.
Blue slows to a stop at a safe distance to observe - as much to avoid startling them as it is to perhaps avoid an unexpected attack - but it's hard to ignore someone faintly glowing in the rain for long.
6. strain
soldier blue @ rainy streets of lumenwood
Hh...nh...
[without much warning, Blue drops, just barely able to catch himself by his hands, sparing his head a nasty impact. but it's all he can do to keep up, his stamina waned.
he can't...keep moving. he heeded the advice - pointed to this district for healing - but he can't get there. between his natural frailty and the almost ceaseless torment of the moon-addled minds of the coldbloods, Blue's reaching a limit for his own faculties.
the lion, aware, circles him and snuffs, nudging at him and searching for a chance to try and heft his body up over him somehow. it's kind of hard to do without the proper limbs...and before they can, the lion's ears flick to the sound of someone approaching. it turns to step in front of Blue, letting out a warning rumble, daring whomever it is to approach with ill intent.]
7. event: river of regret
soldier blue @ a canoe on a strange river
In a blustering flurry of feathers, beaks, and talons, Blue's form appears - breathless and ruffled, but otherwise unharmed. He quivers, despite the heavy layers he wears, and stares at his shaking hands.
He's very quickly aware he's not alone, and even while the feathers flutter free of his hands, his red eyes flicker up to the other person in the boat - silent, but concerned and questioning.
What...is happening?
The thought leaves him unchecked.
8. frenzy
soldier blue @ a monster attack in trench
[a bright bullet of light precedes the sound of impact and a garbled, monstrous roar. moldy wood cracks and splinters under repeated swipes of tremendous force, and a mangled, starved beast grows more frenzied in its attempts to clear obstacles to get to the source of the glowing, fading light.
for the empathetically insightful, terror bleeds through the near area without recourse. terror and fury from two sources tied to a similar thread, for while Blue struggles to get some distance within the cellar for himself from harm's way, the lion is recovering from being shaken off and lunging onto the beast's.
it's not going great, though, because there's more than one of these mad creatures in the yard.]
What: Gen + event open prompts for the month for both of my characters! Tag one, tag many, go apeshit. will match format
When: September
Where: Various
Permissions: Psychic power permissions/opt-out
Content Warnings: September event warnings + eye trauma + memory loss/manipulation + monsters & the gore they can make
there are drawn images of torture/monsters/blood embedded
1. house hunt
manabu yuuki @ housing in crenshaw
"...Hello?"
Manabu stops just shy of the next, creaky step in the large and (seemingly) empty building he's entered in. Things don't fall entirely silent until the little dog's tippy-taps click to a stop at the foot of the stairs, punctuated by an impatient snuffle.
Just find an empty space and make it your own, they said...jeez, really? That seems so...invasive. Because it is. But what is he supposed to do? Build a place himself? Fat chance. And no one seemed keen on trading menial work for rent, either - that uncomfortable separation of Sleepers and Wakers being the basis to dote upon him. He doesn't deserve that. Maybe others who suffered or struggled more do, but he sure doesn't.
The dog yips, its voice carrying through the open foyer and, perhaps, to spaces beyond, giving Manabu a little bristle. He glares over his shoulder and shushes.
"If you're gonna follow around, you're gonna be quiet, okay?!"
A moody little whine follows, and the dog sits. Manabu rolls his eye and looks back up, sighing and starting to climb up. Maybe nobody else really is here...
2. the dog
manabu yuuki @ the rainy streets of trench
[whether he knows it or not, this spunky little dog is a part of him. Manabu's a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to things of the heart, so the efforts they take to convey that to him are slow to take...yet still the little scrapper persists, because persisting is what Manabu himself does.
the dog is galloping through the rainy streets, sniffing around with a clear, anxious frustration, growling and yapping at passers-by that don't seem to be what they want.
eventually, they find a Sleeper. perhaps an old friend, perhaps a stranger who seems to have some shades of apparent compassion.
either way, the barking will persist, to the point of hopping and nipping at clothes for attention, trying to encourage the Sleeper and its omen to follow them.
come on! hurry up!]
3. event: bloodsport
manabu yuuki @ open lots within trench, near the canals
It can't be possible, but it feels as though Manabu's blood is both boiling and freezing at the same time. Sleeping doesn't help, moving doesn't help, sitting, standing, breathing...
What the hell is going on?
Cold fire flickers, sparking here and there with some residual electricity. It races off his body and snakes off into the saber he holds out as though it were drawn to it like a lightning rod. This should hurt...way more than it does. No more than an itch, an ache...
But the longer he stands still, the more it hurts. Manabu winces, doubling over for a minute before getting his stable footing back. He swallows down fresh panic, swiveling his head around so his good eye can survey, growing in desperation and doubt.
What does he do? What is he supposed to do?!
Get help, obviously. Somewhere. The thought is in his mind even as the confusion begins to overwhelm him; he yelps in alarm as another tongue of flame laps up across his shoulders and arms. Something catches his attention just over the bridge of his nose, and in fear and impulse, he swings that sparking saber with a yell.
4. event: river of regret
manabu yuuki @ a canoe on a strange river
D'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!
[down he goes, dropped by the menacing murder that swept him up in the first place. Manabu's a small guy, so at least he's not at risk to toppling the canoe he plops into, but it's graceless, and he may wind up landing on whomever was there before.]
A...aowh...what the hell...?!
5. event: growing pains
soldier blue @ misc. planting grounds in trench
The rain has eased back into a steady, but gentle drizzle. The streets are still slick, but the wind has died down, making walking easier to manage. And while Blue no longer walks alone, he must do so slowly, carefully, putting distance between himself and the many, many open minds that surround him.
There's some reprieve here, especially with most citizens inside to avoid catching sick from the rain. A faint, pale blue aura keeps Blue dry and safe from that sort of fear - one more reason he has to take his time. The lion ambles just as slowly, letting him keep a hand on him for balance, emanating a steady sense of safety and assurance that Blue would find in himself were he to search.
Right now, though, his attention is outside of himself: The spark of a Sleeper - that familiar echo of their shared beginnings here - lights up in the gloom, and Blue is drawn to an open gardening space where someone seems to either be puzzling over what to do or...why.
Blue slows to a stop at a safe distance to observe - as much to avoid startling them as it is to perhaps avoid an unexpected attack - but it's hard to ignore someone faintly glowing in the rain for long.
6. strain
soldier blue @ rainy streets of lumenwood
Hh...nh...
[without much warning, Blue drops, just barely able to catch himself by his hands, sparing his head a nasty impact. but it's all he can do to keep up, his stamina waned.
he can't...keep moving. he heeded the advice - pointed to this district for healing - but he can't get there. between his natural frailty and the almost ceaseless torment of the moon-addled minds of the coldbloods, Blue's reaching a limit for his own faculties.
the lion, aware, circles him and snuffs, nudging at him and searching for a chance to try and heft his body up over him somehow. it's kind of hard to do without the proper limbs...and before they can, the lion's ears flick to the sound of someone approaching. it turns to step in front of Blue, letting out a warning rumble, daring whomever it is to approach with ill intent.]
7. event: river of regret
soldier blue @ a canoe on a strange river
In a blustering flurry of feathers, beaks, and talons, Blue's form appears - breathless and ruffled, but otherwise unharmed. He quivers, despite the heavy layers he wears, and stares at his shaking hands.
He's very quickly aware he's not alone, and even while the feathers flutter free of his hands, his red eyes flicker up to the other person in the boat - silent, but concerned and questioning.
What...is happening?
The thought leaves him unchecked.
8. frenzy
soldier blue @ a monster attack in trench
[a bright bullet of light precedes the sound of impact and a garbled, monstrous roar. moldy wood cracks and splinters under repeated swipes of tremendous force, and a mangled, starved beast grows more frenzied in its attempts to clear obstacles to get to the source of the glowing, fading light.
for the empathetically insightful, terror bleeds through the near area without recourse. terror and fury from two sources tied to a similar thread, for while Blue struggles to get some distance within the cellar for himself from harm's way, the lion is recovering from being shaken off and lunging onto the beast's.
it's not going great, though, because there's more than one of these mad creatures in the yard.]
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That thing's been following me around for like three days non-stop. I didn't even feed it!
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Have they been able to understand you? Or... you, them? There are these things called Omens now? Like... animal companions. Everyone has one, they might be yours?
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...man. the number of animal encounters he's had since Deerington is insane. back home, he just had little Shutaro, and that's it!
and Shutaro was a way better dog than that noisy thing over there, thanks.]
Wait, you too? I haven't seen that many dogs or cats at all so far...
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[And now he has a doggo who Pulled A Lassie for him, wow. Varian holds a finger up, concentrates, and Ruddiger flows out from a smokey mass from his chest, forming on his shoulder. Ruddiger chitters, waving at Manabu.]
Ruddiger turned into one for me! He...was actually from home, and definitely couldn't do that before. I- I mean the smoke thing.
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[Manabu jolts a bit at the sudden smoking - it could be acid chewing through the kid's pockets for all he knows! - raising an arm in front of his face just in case. he peeks over it and blinks in bewilderment at...
at another one of those funny cat-dog-whatever things. like Fritter?]
Holy smokes...wait, what? ['from home,' did he say?] Wait, so-- [his arm goes down so he can point at Ruddiger.] That's something you know already?
[and if that's the case...]
But I've never seen that one in my life! [now he points at the dog, who snorts and barks in offense, shooting a look up at Varian and his omen. do you see what he has to work with here?! brainless!]
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Ruddiger nods, because he's being pointed at and has been asked what he assumes is a direct question.
Varian turns his attention to the dog, he feels you, buddy.]
Well, they...uh. They seem to know you? And they did lead me to you to rescue you. Fern had one he doesn't recognise, either.
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Yeah...? So he's just gonna...follow me around and stuff? And puff into smoke?
[hopeful tail wag.]
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[He glances back at Mako, shrugging.]
I mean, on the sliding scale of weird stuff we've been through as Sleepers, this is still pretty low, right?
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I mean-- [grimace.] Okay, that's a fair point. [because as far as weird happenings, dogs and cat-dog-things aren't that bad.
so long as they don't start craving human flesh?]
Though I don't know what little guys like these are gonna be doing as far as protecting. [...] Unless they're just glorified alarm clocks.
[offended dog is offended, and barking only proves the noisemaker problem.]
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Well, I know Fern's can grow really big? So I'm assuming that's something they can all do. I tried to get Ruddiger to do it, but he refuses. Something about not being a performing monkey.
[The raccoon in question starts chittering angrily, because he is not going to do tricks on command, thanks! So now they just have two offended Omens with minimal answers to their questions.]
I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens with them?
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Does...Ruddiger...also bite at your ankles a lot?
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[Ruddiger's looking pretty smug about this.]
He doesn't really bite unless he's protecting me. He's got way more creative ways of getting my attention.
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[Manabu gives the raccoon a more considering look. protecting him? that...
...that does not track with that damn dog.
except when it does? he was tugging on his pantleg the whole way inside before the drop, after all.
this gives Manabu pause. while rubbing at the back of his neck, he gives the dog a similar, thoughtful look-over - one that's received with a very dogly head-tilt and then a small little ruff.]
Huh. [ruff, again.] I guess...as far as weird things dumped on us...this one's not so--[wait.] Oh. Wait--maybe. Maybe we talk more out of this building. [Manabu looks over his shoulder, back the way he came, grimacing.]
I forgot about the body parts.
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[Ruddiger's been his faithful companion for years.
He eyeballs the dog and all his ruffing, then draws his attention back to Manabu. ]
Yeah okay we can go- [wait what] body parts? There's body parts here?!!
[Well. That's just a Bad Time.]
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[beat.]
Then again, people are...really weird in this city, aren't they?
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He exhales once they get out of the house again.]
They're really weird. I mean- they treat us better than the Townies in Deerington ever did, but they're definitely... odd. They like blood a lot
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[boy he hopes they mean well; he knows he's not very insightful as far as nuance goes? but he'd like to think that the friendly people he'd bumped into were actually being friendly...or an approximation of it...devoid of murderous intent...]
None of them have tried to hurt you, right?
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[Varian will take the devoid of murderous intent. That's so much better than what they had before. He shakes his head.]
Nah, they've been really nice to me, honestly? I've managed to do some trades with them for alchemy supplies. They seem happy that we're here. I guess we'll have to wait and see if that's genuine or not.
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...and the acid should've also been a clue, but. look. funky space future doesn't do alchemy, so why would Manabu think on it?]
So you're--so they're going to be asking stuff of you? Is that how it's going to work? You mentioned tinkering and stuff before, too...
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Pretty much! I don't mind trying my hand at making a thing or two. Especially if it means I can trade it for something better.
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Oh...thanks. I uh- I do my best anyway? This is still a very different world but I wanna at least try to make a go of it.
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[He grew up on a farm, he could do this too, but he'd rather...not. He'd rather stick to the science side of things. ]
But thanks. For the vote of confidence.
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