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you took your toll on me {OPEN}
Who: Shiro & OPEN
What: Catch all for February event + newsletter
When: All month long (2/1 - 2/28)
Where: Various - listed in prompts
Content Warnings: attempted harm via combat, mild altered mental state via chocolates, blood ritual in closed threads
CHOCOLATE EFFECT
Almond + Strawberry - compelled to communicate exclusively through song - emotions projected through an aura
(1) Market / Willful Machine
Shiro really doesn't notice anything's wrong. Or even different. As far as he knows, it's just another day. Just another round of errands before he heads off to work with the Wakers. Maybe he'll find a familiar face out there. Most likely not. His hands are in his pockets, casually wandering down the boardwalk before his shift - and... is he humming? He's humming. And apparently oblivious to it. Though, once he draws an audience, that very well may change. There also appears to be some kind of light show going on in his vicinity. A pulse around him in muted colors of dim twilight.
That's probably okay. Right?
(2) Any Stage
... It does change. At some point, any point in the month, should you walk into a venue with a stage, or an open mic, Shiro's there. Up on the stage. Where he's somehow gotten hold of his Space Ho crop-top, and appears to be in the middle of a reprise of Under Pressure. The light show around him is still going strong, bursting in brilliant yellows and golds shot with silver. If he spots a familiar face in the crowd, he cuts it off and reaches out to haul the individual on stage with him. The lighting follows his movements, swirling in time with whoever he sees - green-gold, purple-silver.
"It's so great to see you!" is what he says, before immediately launching into some other song. And, oh no. Oh, no is he dancing. He's dancing with the poor soul on stage with him.
Have you heard it before? Maybe? Do you resist going on stage? If so, he's going to be serenading his feelings from stage, probably more embarrassing than just getting up there. Because Shiro's not about to stop.
Shiro really doesn't notice anything's wrong. Or even different. As far as he knows, it's just another day. Just another round of errands before he heads off to work with the Wakers. Maybe he'll find a familiar face out there. Most likely not. His hands are in his pockets, casually wandering down the boardwalk before his shift - and... is he humming? He's humming. And apparently oblivious to it. Though, once he draws an audience, that very well may change. There also appears to be some kind of light show going on in his vicinity. A pulse around him in muted colors of dim twilight.
That's probably okay. Right?
(2) Any Stage
... It does change. At some point, any point in the month, should you walk into a venue with a stage, or an open mic, Shiro's there. Up on the stage. Where he's somehow gotten hold of his Space Ho crop-top, and appears to be in the middle of a reprise of Under Pressure. The light show around him is still going strong, bursting in brilliant yellows and golds shot with silver. If he spots a familiar face in the crowd, he cuts it off and reaches out to haul the individual on stage with him. The lighting follows his movements, swirling in time with whoever he sees - green-gold, purple-silver.
"It's so great to see you!" is what he says, before immediately launching into some other song. And, oh no. Oh, no is he dancing. He's dancing with the poor soul on stage with him.
Have you heard it before? Maybe? Do you resist going on stage? If so, he's going to be serenading his feelings from stage, probably more embarrassing than just getting up there. Because Shiro's not about to stop.
Peanut Butter - you now have animal features
(1) Arrival
Initially, when the massive, mottled grey and white wings appeared, Shiro kind of panicked. Who wouldn't, when your coat splits open, and enormous feathers sprout? He doesn't remember anything weird happening, even though he should. It doesn't hurt, thankfully, it's more startling than it is actually painful. But it throws him off-balance enough to go sprawling sideways into a wall. Or a person. Hopefully it's a wall and not someone who's going to put up a fuss over being sprawled into by a dorito-shaped winged man.
"Sorry! I - excuse me!"
The unfortunate Trenchie ducks to one side, and, well. Said Winged Man ends up in a bush. Looking more put out and annoyed than actually hurt as he tries to untangle himself.
(2) Over Beach
In the end, though, you cannot keep Shiro grounded. Not when you hand him such an obvious way to get airborne again. The sand, mostly frozen still, is dotted with human-shaped impressions where it didn't quite work as planned. But looking upward, you'll see he got the hang of it pretty quickly. Sure, he had to rip up a shirt for this, but it's worth it. Even Shiro isn't reckless enough to go flying without some kind of protection on his skin, thank you.
He can be seen skimming low over the half-frozen waves, trailing a hand through them before climbing skyward again. The look on his face is... well. It's elated. It's overjoyed. He even climbs up higher than strictly necessary, spiraling, and gliding. It's a show, but one mostly for himself. Until he spots someone on the sand, and angles in for a landing.
Watch out!
Initially, when the massive, mottled grey and white wings appeared, Shiro kind of panicked. Who wouldn't, when your coat splits open, and enormous feathers sprout? He doesn't remember anything weird happening, even though he should. It doesn't hurt, thankfully, it's more startling than it is actually painful. But it throws him off-balance enough to go sprawling sideways into a wall. Or a person. Hopefully it's a wall and not someone who's going to put up a fuss over being sprawled into by a dorito-shaped winged man.
"Sorry! I - excuse me!"
The unfortunate Trenchie ducks to one side, and, well. Said Winged Man ends up in a bush. Looking more put out and annoyed than actually hurt as he tries to untangle himself.
(2) Over Beach
In the end, though, you cannot keep Shiro grounded. Not when you hand him such an obvious way to get airborne again. The sand, mostly frozen still, is dotted with human-shaped impressions where it didn't quite work as planned. But looking upward, you'll see he got the hang of it pretty quickly. Sure, he had to rip up a shirt for this, but it's worth it. Even Shiro isn't reckless enough to go flying without some kind of protection on his skin, thank you.
He can be seen skimming low over the half-frozen waves, trailing a hand through them before climbing skyward again. The look on his face is... well. It's elated. It's overjoyed. He even climbs up higher than strictly necessary, spiraling, and gliding. It's a show, but one mostly for himself. Until he spots someone on the sand, and angles in for a landing.
Watch out!
Coffee - erratic, irrational behavior, horrible hangover
(1) Trenchwood
How could he say no to coffee? Especially coffee with the added lingering effect of the peanut butter - wings, in this case. Right now, he feels invincible. He feels like he could take on the world. And there's only one place to test it. Out in the wilds, where hardly anyone ventures. If he can get some good aerial views of the woods, maybe that would be of help. Despite everything, despite the overwhelming urge to reckless action, he wants to use it for good. The huge appendages shift, flex.
"I'm going in." A beat. "Over." In that Shiro Tone of "you can't stop me".
So... there's that. Can't stop, won't stop.
Join him?
(2) The Crash - Mouse House
Residents of the Mouse House, or often visitors, who happen to be around early in the morning will catch sight of a rare beast. The fearsome Shirogane Blanket Slug. Dragging his heels through the house, in search of caffeine. Or water. Or any combination of the above. There's a blanket pulled over his head, and every step is a slow, pained shuffle. One would be forgiven for running, or calling for help. Especially when morning light pokes into the room, under the blanket.
Then Shiro groans. And slowly, so slowly, starts to sink down to the floor. Giving up on life altogether. Death would be kinder.
How could he say no to coffee? Especially coffee with the added lingering effect of the peanut butter - wings, in this case. Right now, he feels invincible. He feels like he could take on the world. And there's only one place to test it. Out in the wilds, where hardly anyone ventures. If he can get some good aerial views of the woods, maybe that would be of help. Despite everything, despite the overwhelming urge to reckless action, he wants to use it for good. The huge appendages shift, flex.
"I'm going in." A beat. "Over." In that Shiro Tone of "you can't stop me".
So... there's that. Can't stop, won't stop.
Join him?
(2) The Crash - Mouse House
Residents of the Mouse House, or often visitors, who happen to be around early in the morning will catch sight of a rare beast. The fearsome Shirogane Blanket Slug. Dragging his heels through the house, in search of caffeine. Or water. Or any combination of the above. There's a blanket pulled over his head, and every step is a slow, pained shuffle. One would be forgiven for running, or calling for help. Especially when morning light pokes into the room, under the blanket.
Then Shiro groans. And slowly, so slowly, starts to sink down to the floor. Giving up on life altogether. Death would be kinder.
WARMBLOOD EFFECT
(1) Help Machine
It's cold. It's snowy. Huge drifts piled up here and there, with patches of ice holding them in massive clumps in the street. This makes it difficult to get to and from where you may need to go. But! Struggle no more! Help is on the way!
By virtue of a one-man, one-horse plow machine. It's Shiro, a huge shovel. And an even bigger black horse. Meet Bob, everyone. The big animal, while on a lead, is apparently breaking paths through the snow with its enormous feet, followed closely by Shiro and his shovel, scooping out the new powder. He's ended up stripped down to a t-shirt, even in this weather, from the exertion, but shows no signs of slowing down any time soon. And hey, he's got the arms for this, why not use them? Even if... maybe, the scarring along said arms is a bit darker than it ever used to be. Then again, there's more grey in his hair these days, so -
"Hang on, we'll get this out of your way in no time," is what he'll say, outside any home they encounter, be it Sleeper or Trenchie.
(2) Slow Down
... even with the effect of his blood type urging him on, a man's got to crash eventually. And when he does, it's hard. Follow the trail of horse-man-plow long enough, and Shiro's obvious. Either sacked out on his feet inside Koz's, propped up by a broom, crashed on the sofa at Mouse House, or heck, maybe you hauled his dumb ass in off the street and made him tea. Where he will, promptly, fall asleep with his head on top of the mug.
His horse though? Nah, Bob is fine, really. More than fine. But he'll accept a treat or a pat.
It's cold. It's snowy. Huge drifts piled up here and there, with patches of ice holding them in massive clumps in the street. This makes it difficult to get to and from where you may need to go. But! Struggle no more! Help is on the way!
By virtue of a one-man, one-horse plow machine. It's Shiro, a huge shovel. And an even bigger black horse. Meet Bob, everyone. The big animal, while on a lead, is apparently breaking paths through the snow with its enormous feet, followed closely by Shiro and his shovel, scooping out the new powder. He's ended up stripped down to a t-shirt, even in this weather, from the exertion, but shows no signs of slowing down any time soon. And hey, he's got the arms for this, why not use them? Even if... maybe, the scarring along said arms is a bit darker than it ever used to be. Then again, there's more grey in his hair these days, so -
"Hang on, we'll get this out of your way in no time," is what he'll say, outside any home they encounter, be it Sleeper or Trenchie.
(2) Slow Down
... even with the effect of his blood type urging him on, a man's got to crash eventually. And when he does, it's hard. Follow the trail of horse-man-plow long enough, and Shiro's obvious. Either sacked out on his feet inside Koz's, propped up by a broom, crashed on the sofa at Mouse House, or heck, maybe you hauled his dumb ass in off the street and made him tea. Where he will, promptly, fall asleep with his head on top of the mug.
His horse though? Nah, Bob is fine, really. More than fine. But he'll accept a treat or a pat.
PTHUMERIAN EFFECT
(1) By The Shore - Moon Presence
It's late at night, out here on the shore. Not even the Wakers about. Maybe squid don't wash up this time of night. Whatever you're doing out here, you may very well feel like you're the only soul here. At least until something begins to sing - a sad, mournful melody, out over the waters. It's pretty darn huge, too.
"It's okay."
You wouldn't be blamed for jumping. Someone else is in fact, out here. It's Shiro, bundled up and sitting on a rock, quietly watching the Pthumerian figure. His expression is somber, sad - well, you know, more than usual anyway. He does try for a smile, and nods toward the creature singing. If you approach, you'll see there's a small burner set on the rock as well, the smell of incense faint and drifting upwards from it. Soft and pleasant, soothing.
"She won't hurt you." He must mean the big creature. There's no one else here. "Do you know who she is?"
(2) By The Gate - Mercy
He should be happier, right? Don't most people have a little thrill of something, a little bit of joy, close to their birthdays? But, no. There's nothing. There's just the heavy weight of his right arm. There's just the creeping knowledge the people dear to him are falling apart. Nothing he's done so far has managed to uphold any of his promises to any of them. That's becoming more and more apparent as the weeks go on, as the days go on and he sees the Corruption.
He sees the changes in everyone, except himself.
What does he desire? What does he crave? More than anything else... to be of use. To be worth the effort of knowing - to be able to make a difference. Yet, no matter what he does, people slip through his fingers like water. Promises fade to nothing.
We don't need you anymore
He stares up at the massive doors of the arena, the Gate. Maybe, at least, if he can't do anything, he can help the stronger ones train. That, surely will be of use, will rid him of the guilt scrabbling down his spine. He can already feel his brain slowly shut down as he takes a step forward towards those doors.
It's late at night, out here on the shore. Not even the Wakers about. Maybe squid don't wash up this time of night. Whatever you're doing out here, you may very well feel like you're the only soul here. At least until something begins to sing - a sad, mournful melody, out over the waters. It's pretty darn huge, too.
"It's okay."
You wouldn't be blamed for jumping. Someone else is in fact, out here. It's Shiro, bundled up and sitting on a rock, quietly watching the Pthumerian figure. His expression is somber, sad - well, you know, more than usual anyway. He does try for a smile, and nods toward the creature singing. If you approach, you'll see there's a small burner set on the rock as well, the smell of incense faint and drifting upwards from it. Soft and pleasant, soothing.
"She won't hurt you." He must mean the big creature. There's no one else here. "Do you know who she is?"
(2) By The Gate - Mercy
He should be happier, right? Don't most people have a little thrill of something, a little bit of joy, close to their birthdays? But, no. There's nothing. There's just the heavy weight of his right arm. There's just the creeping knowledge the people dear to him are falling apart. Nothing he's done so far has managed to uphold any of his promises to any of them. That's becoming more and more apparent as the weeks go on, as the days go on and he sees the Corruption.
He sees the changes in everyone, except himself.
What does he desire? What does he crave? More than anything else... to be of use. To be worth the effort of knowing - to be able to make a difference. Yet, no matter what he does, people slip through his fingers like water. Promises fade to nothing.
We don't need you anymore
He stares up at the massive doors of the arena, the Gate. Maybe, at least, if he can't do anything, he can help the stronger ones train. That, surely will be of use, will rid him of the guilt scrabbling down his spine. He can already feel his brain slowly shut down as he takes a step forward towards those doors.
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CLOSED to ADAM - Romantic Bonding
In all honesty, Shiro has gone... all out. He's cleared the snow off one of the decks of the house with the help of his omen. He's peeled enough of the flowers off the house to make an archway. He'd even gone to the effort of gathering up a number of little lamps, to warm the space. It's still February, after all.
Everything is ready on a table under the archway. The roses, the silver cup. Shiro's even all dressed up for the occasion, and fidgeting a bit with the items on the table. What if Adam changes his mind? What if it doesn't work out? His hand in his pocket grips the little vial in it, a tiny vial of his own blood.
It's as ready as it can be.
MAWWAGE
He knew what he wanted. He always had. He had plenty of questions about the trajectory of his life, what he was doing here and the morality of how he functioned in it. How to be a good friend, a mentor. How to help those who were new and had fewer resources. Determining who was worth trusting.
But he never questioned this. Since they'd gotten together again Takashi had never been a question. Whatever path he ended on he knew he was at the end of it, walking alongside him the whole way.
He was already smiling before he stepped outside, but he pauses. Taking it all in.
Adam knows Takashi better than anyone. He sees the yearning in every piece of decor, the silent apology for some fault he sees that Adam never has.
He turns to Takashi then, smile stretched wide, eyes soft. Hands in his pockets.
"Hey there. Doing anything tonight?"
BWINGS US TOGEDDER TODAY
And of course, his fretting his answered with a smile.
"I don't know yet. Depends on what my date wants to do."
They're both hilarious. He shakes his head slightly, and extends his left hand. Like they're going to walk down an invisible aisle to a little archway. To the table and the items set up. No hesitation, his fingers threading through Adam's.
"We do kind of have a schedule to keep though. If he's still up for it."
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CLOSED to WILL - Family Bonding
It's a tempting idea. A way to show people how much they meant to you. But it wasn't something just to spring on a person. Something like that had to be talked about.
He'd left the cup in the moonlight just in case. And tucked it into his backpack before driving over. Heading over to the last person in town he'd been able to call his own kid. The last one left. It's a sobering thought. And all the more reason to try. To ask.
A deep breath. Then he hops off the bike, and heads up to Will's door.
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Will's been trying not to think about it. Thinking about it makes it real. Thinking about it makes him think about losing her the first time, showing up in Deerington, then the second time, when he and Mike decided to come back. When they chose the dream over reality.
And how short it lasts for some people. If Will had his way, he'd stay forever. He'd never leave and nobody else ever would. But they have, and he can feel the weight of them, sometimes. It's a lot of work, remembering them all.
Perhaps thematically, this is when Shiro shows up. Will is aware of this because Marshmallow has a habit of poking his head through the front window, onto the porch, whenever anyone comes up the front steps. Like a...creepy horse doorbell.
Sorry in advance, Shiro.
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Sorry, Will. Shiro did not expect that. He really should expect the creepy demon horse by now. And yet? He never does. The damn thing always surprises him. He takes a big step back from the horse, but still, waves.
It is Will's omen after all. He's just got to put up with it.
"I'm. Here for Will."
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By the Shore
Honestly, if it had been anyone else, he would have just scoffed and headed off, but Shiro instilled that sense of calm in him as always. He looked over, curious about the incense, and then approached.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Who is she?"
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"Cynthia Sodder." His attention turns back to the creature, mournfully warbling towards the sky. "How much have you heard so far, about the dream?"
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Peanut Butter Jelly Time
"Woahhh!" Laughter — mixed with a healthy dose of confusion — colors Vyng's words as he does it best to move out of the way. "He's got wiiiings!"
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Oh here he comes. Coming in for a landing. It's not exactly graceful - there's a lot of hops, a short jog, and... yeah he's going to do a faceplant on the sand again. But when Shiro pops back up again, he's actually laughing. Grinning.
"Hey!"
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"You okay there, pal?" He jogs over to where the man's resting in the sane. "Need any help?"
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Slow Down - Koz's
So he does what one would expect.
He goes to knock the broom out from under him.
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Until the broom is gone.
And down he goes.
Without even time to totally grasp what just happened.
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So instead he'll just nudge him a little with his foot before offering him a hand up.
"You should go home if you need rest. Or at least lie in a bed."
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By the Gate
"Forgive me," says its owner, whose voice echoes in ways unsuited to the space they're in, "but I do not think you belong in there, this day."
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Sorry, friend, he'd been so deep in his head he hadn't been paying attention.
"What do you mean?"
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He knows this human, he's sure, from Koz's orphanage. All the better he happened along to intervene.
"You are not seeming well enough for a fight. Not here," he puts a hand over his heart, "nor in your head."
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help machineeee
"You want help?"
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He waves her over, beaming. Sure, he'd spoken with her when she'd arrived, but it's another thing entirely to actually see the woman in person. It's kind of a relief, actually - she's really here. It wasn't a weird hallucination.
Bob, the horse, lifts his head and snorts. He wants to say hello, too, apparently.
"Sure thing!"
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Then she turns and scoops Shiro up into a big, crushing hug.
"Fool boy! What are you doing out here on your own, huh?!"
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cw emeto ment
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are you sure? cw cannibalism ment
oh my god
cannibalism talk cont
AMARA PLS
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Music time
But here they are, and singing is happening and oh god- oh no Shiro is dancing. He...definitely isn't much of a dancer. He had two left feet back when he had a right leg, he's definitely not got any better at it, despite Fern's repeated attempts at teaching him otherwise. He laughs all the same- because even if it's blatantly the chocolates doing this, it's nice to see Shiro happy and relatively stress-free for a change.
"You're enjoying yourself."
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This though? This is not at all embarrassing.
"I'm... Having the time of my life!" And why yes, that last bit did come out in song. In a song and a burst of color - more gold, streaked with green and blue. Bright, upbeat colors, like a star going nova.
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slow down
"Dude," says Richie while brewing up some tea, when Shiro next wakes up in the clinic, a Mimikyu and a little dog snoring on his chest, "if you try to get off that couch and dislodge Venkman and Gucci, you're cleaning out the bathroom." He pauses. "What am I fuckin' saying, it's you, you'd probably do it. Don't wake Venk and Gucci or you're not getting any tea."
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Where - ?
Oh, right. Richie's voice clues him in rapidly, and he lifts a hand to scrub at his face. Hopefully it doesn't dislodge the napping creatures. He's just trying to wake up, not stand up - yet. "Your bathroom?" he asks, in that brief pause.
Richie gets ahead of him and he actually winces a bit. "How long was I out?"
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