home is where i want to be [open]

[phaseflex]

Who: amara and some other peeps, also you. yes. you.
What: slime, punching, weird dogs and more!
When: first half of april
Where: it's an open fellers



a. closed to housemates of 69 house

[when amara wakes up in the pitch black of her room and covered in horrible slime, she makes good on her siren namesake and shrieks very loudly. one might be forgiven for thinking she's been hurt by it, but really-- it's just so gross.

then she stops, because it actually doesn't feel that bad when she peels it off her arm. her skin is... so smooth. it smells nice! all the little cuts and scratches she'd had from hunting down the unsnakely and other creatures during her first month in trench are gone and fuck how long has she been asleep?

Yo, who's home?! I need some help, guys! [she calls out, struggling to sit upright with the weight of the drying mucus on her. god, have her muscles atrophied? she needs to start lifting immediately.]


b. closed to ange

[it's with significant distress that amara realises she doesn't know where ange is living. she didn't find out before she fell asleep, and it was right after that conversation she had--

ange gets a somewhat urgent message through her device; amara looking dishevelled and still with bits of mucus in her hair.]

Jaan, where are you? I fucking-- I'm sorry, I didn't avoid you! I fell asleep for... a goddamn month! Shit! Can we talk? Are you willing?


c.

[though it's quite annoying, amara can deal with the dark. xylourgos was shrouded in constant darkness under the unforgiving eclipse that never ended and while it did, admittedly, drive most of its residents to madness, amara and her team were for a long time. she didn't go loopy! well-- not much. thank god for eista keeping her sane with his constant demands for slass. well, that and the cultist killing.

now that she's awake again and despite still wanting to join the hunters and do big monster murder, amara figures she should at least act like the hero she was in partali. she's easy to see in the dark with her glowing tattoos and six ethereal arms branching from her back, all of them carrying several lanterns each. she hands them out to whoever needs them during her "morning" walk, then goes about her daily business. she finds herself needing to work to start building up her weaponry stock before she can even think about getting serious.

amara can be found doing odd jobs through all of trench, from carrying barrels to threading needles. she has worked her way up before, and she will do it again.

her omen follows along behind her without fail, panting happily (that sure is a weird dog) and catching anything she tosses to it with a long, prehensile tongue that comes out of its three-way split face.]

d. blessed are the curious, past

[a gigantic cavern stretches out, stonework dotted around it ancient and beautiful beyond imagination. it is distinctly alien, grey slate lit up with red energy. golden statues stand side by side by a small star-shaped pattern on the ground, a pedestal standing in the middle. a gigantic stone archway - not the one that was used to get here - stands with a shimmering purple surface between the supports.

it's dilapidated, but not dangerously so. this place was a place of reverence, and there are a few white wisps floating around. there is a strong sense that they were once people, but now are nothing. this is still a place of legends, but for different reasons now.

a monstrous beast lays freshly killed by the stone steps, blood pouring out of its many wounds. amara stands next to it, covered in some of the gore, watching the archway shimmer.]

No. Not this time.

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[eudaimonikos]

Geez - !

[Amara's lucky that Michael happens to be home right now; a lot of the time he's not. But he was just lounging on his bed, reading a book. At the screaming, he startles, and then quickly bounds up and down the hall to Amara's room.]

Amara? You up?

[phaseflex]

MY HAIR! IT'S IN MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! [she wails angrily peeling the gunk off and accidentally sends some flying michael-ward when she gesticulates.] Oh my god, how long have I been here? It's all crusty!! Michael!!

[amara flops back down into the bed with a huff and a little bounce from the force of it, crossing her arms.]

Inconvenience. Can you help me get this shit off?

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah! [Michael ducks the flying slime.] You've been sleeping in it for like a month!

[He sounds more annoyed than he is. It was just worrying!]

Sure, yeah, just let me get some towels. And a comb. [Not Michael's comb! Hopefully it's Amara's and not Manabu's, rip!]

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[droptheious]

[Varian's pretty squirrely in the darkness. The last time they faced a month of eternal night, he got his leg chewed off, so it's an earned level of squirreliness. He's currently gathering supplies to keep fitting the house up with as many grow lights as possible. He has a glow-tube on a stick to help lead his way, and Ruddier remains perched on his shoulder- chittering nervously as Varian picks his way through the crowd.

The familiar glow of Amara's arms is...weirdly comforting, and he makes his way towards them. ]

...Amara? That you? Where have you been</i.?

[phaseflex]

[amara is, as usual, indomitably chill about all the shit going on around her. she doesn't seem bothered at all by the darkness despite having lived through the last dark month in deerington herself.]

Asleep, apparently. You good, dude? No idea what I missed.

[droptheious]

[Of course she is, Varian's pretty sure at this point that Amara is completely unshakeable. ]

I've been...mostly okay. Not so much right now with the whole lack of sun and all. [He pats the box in his arms.] I'm building some more grow lights in the house for Fern.

aaaaaa

[siriusly]

[honestly? laundering for a mucus-friend was starting to get...routine? it at least gave Manabu reason to linger in the house for a moment longer than he would beyond sleeping, which is a hard thing to come across lately. he just...doesn't feel at home in the home anymore.

Manabu's halfway up the stairs with the cleaned covers when he hears the stumbling and call, double-taking as he blinks out of his work trance and immediately beginning to dread something amiss.

also: haven't heard Amara's voice in a hot minute, so he's not sure if that's a good or bad thing.]

A...Amara...?

[no more idling: Manabu trots up the rest of the stairs, with Magnet beating him to the room to hop up and welcome the lady back to consciousness while his person stands in the doorway in bewilderment.]

Y-you're awake...

[and there's chunky hardened gunk everywhere.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[phaseflex]

[she is making a huge deal out of being conscious once more. god allowed her to live another day, and it is now everyone else's problem. that being said, the moment magnet goes into her room that shriek is replaced with some very obnoxious baby talking, then:] Fuck! Stinky! Don't eat him! MANABU!

[ah! there he is. amara's disgusting dog-lizard with no face omen is trying to bite poor magnet, though she's holding it back with her siren power.]

Can you stop that?!

[siriusly]

HAA-?!

[why is it the moment Amara wakes up, chaos ensues?

Manabu's struck dumb by the sight for a couple heartbeats before dropping the blanket and rushing over, scooping the dog up despite protests and backing up against the dresser behind him.]

C-call it off! Call it off! Tell it to--go outside?!

b

[entreats]

[ Thankfully Ange had already noticed that Amara suddenly wasn't around anymore before she sunk into her own crisis - or she might never have noticed that the other wasn't available.

But the thought of Amara apparently being stuck in some sort of weird sleep completely went out of Ange's mind when she suddenly had so much more to deal with this month, making earlier concerns fade to the back of her mind.

It's only now, when she spots that message, that she realises she forgot.

Ange sucks in a deep breath before replying, making sure the feed on her end is voice-only, considering she knows she doesn't look the best still. (You know, even though Amara isn't looking the best either, bits of slime sticking to her everywhere and all.) ]

What do you want to talk about..?

[ Ange's voice doesn't sound unfriendly, not like she's rejecting Amara. If anything, she more just sounds really tired. ]

[phaseflex]

[probably for the best; as egotistical as she is, when it comes down to it amara does not like unnecessary concern wasted on her. ange focused on surviving and doing what she needed to do. that is empirically more important.]

I-- honestly, I don't know. I just wanted to speak to you. See you.

[entreats]

Sorry. [ Because Amara did say she wants to see her - and here's Ange, with her video turned off. ] I'm not looking so good right now.

[ So it feels better for Amara to not see her. Ange shouldn't be the first thing she worries about upon waking up. ]

Are you okay though? Did.. anything change about you..?

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[laminae]

[The endless darkness and fog aren't things that are going to dissuade Fern from being out, though he knows he needs to be more careful this month. He doesn't need to be spending a ton of energy on being stubborn and then wilting because of the lack of sunlight.

It's when he's out that he notices some very familiar glowing arms.]

Amara!

[He's immediately racing over to her when he sees her, a lit-up parasol in his hands rather than the usual grass sword. He's utterly delighted to see her, having noticed her absence, and with all the people who have returned to the ocean recently he's endlessly glad to see her.

He does, however, stop short when he catches sight of her omen. That thing looks like a monster, though she isn't fighting it, so he hesitates.]

Wait, hold up, is that your omen?

[phaseflex]

Hey, hey, thorny boy. [she waves to him, grinning with such fondness when she sees the parasol that she might as well be lighting up herself.] Yeah. He's called Stinky. Not house trained or people trained. Absolute nightmare.

[stinky makes an odd bark-growl-gurgle and waves his tongue at fern. it is horrifying.]

Kinda thought I would get something like my dream guide, but oh well. He's alright.

[laminae]

[He's relieved to see her here, doing okay, and grins at the wave.]

He's... really something. Wow.

[He takes a few steps over to Stinky, raising a hand, wanting to pat him on the head.]

Anyone ever confuse him for an actual monster?

D

[onerthes]

mmm, what not this time?

[Vira-Lorr was looking around everything that she saw. No judgments were in her gaze. She was more curious than anything, taking it all in, eyeing Amara to make sure she was fully aware, not losing it. One could never be sure in surreal situations like this. She had to be sure first. So, she was on guard, but trying to be at ease mostly.]

[phaseflex]

We wanted the loot in the Vault last time -- [the other vault hunters round the beast, having stuck to what they'd been doing last time amara was here. she was the one that went off the path of the memory, but sirens always have to wander off to do some weird mystical shit. they didn't think much of it.

here's the main point: another woman with them. she's laughing, smiling. shorter than amara, but she has the same markings down her arm. she is unmistakably another siren.] --and Maya died because we were not there.

[later, she might wonder if this is impeding on maya's own wishes for her powers to go to her protege, but this is one of amara's great regrets. she wanted to save may. she wants to save lillith next. even if it's not real.]

[onerthes]

And you want... what, to save her this time?

[She moved into a position right alongside Amara, setting her blade on her shoulder. There was a hiss that came shortly afterwards. If she looked back, Amara would see several odd bulges beneath the fabric of Vira-Lorr's clothes, and the look of armored seams at her wrists. She was breathing a little heavily for a second, but afterwards smiling in a strained way.]

mmm, I think I should expect a fight, don't you?

c

[anthropophagite]

[ last month Kaneki acquired a bloodhound... or rather, the hound acquired (1) one Kaneki because clearly the young guy doesn't control this creature at all. He is trying and even found many books about them, but all the books mentioned how hard it is to train these animals, and Kaneki now sees why.

The bloodhound comes back to kaneki's side every day, perhaps out of curiosity, but whenever the young ghoul tries to get it to do something in particular, the hound just ignores his owner and runs away. This time? kaneki is attempting to teach the bloodhound to walk on a leash. Books say it's important, but every single attempt ended with the dog running away for hours.

Not today. Today Kaneki actually puts the leash on it and then... the bloodhound starts running, dragging Kaneki along with it. it almost smacks against Amara's own (not)dog, but jumps to the side right in time - sadly that means kaneki must let go of the leash otherwise he'd smack against the Skag himself and he doesn't want that. The bloodhound runs away and Kaneki is left panting a little, while he stares at the Skag.

What... is that...

He looks up and then he sees Amara, finally. And her many arms. It's hard to register at first, and thus Kaneki's first thought is that those arms are a Kagune. He gasps, nearly falling back, while his uncovered eye goes wide, still staring at them ]

G-ghoul? [ is she a ghoul ?? ]

[phaseflex]

[she's giving one to a passing trenchie - though explaining that they are not cool and magic and are just, in fact, normal lanterns - when kaneki catches sight of her. it's good that the bloodhound does not approach the skag, as that is not a fight either of them would've wanted to break up. skags are just... so gross. their fighting involves so much drool and poop flinging.

it growls at kaneki, the split in its face where its mouth...s open wiggling a little with the action. it's just all around gross.]

Uh, rude? I know I haven't found the right eyeshadow but I don't look that bad! Jeez.

[anthropophagite]

[ the bloodhound will continue running, now away from everyone and disappearing between the houses. kaneki doesn't bother about it, the animal will return after a couple of hours, plus he is currently more worried about the possible ghoul in front of him.

And their... weird looking pet???

But Amara doesn't seem to recognize the world the way a ghoul would - and now that kaneki takes a deep breath, she doesn't smell like a ghoul. He would recognize the smell if she was one ]

Ah! N-no, sorry, I'm just-- surprised. [ he looks back at the skag, making a small face ] Sorry-- [ don't kill him ]

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[onekindsoul]

[Amara wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good morning walk. Except Ruby's got more of a jog going at the moment. Life was busier than it had ever been in the past and she needed to keep her training up especially in a world like this.

She sees Amara and waves excitedly. It felt like forever since she had last seen her.]

Hey hey!

Who's that adorable little puppy you've got with you?

[phaseflex]

[ugh, leg day. she feels for you, girl. amara waves back with at least half her current hands.]

Stinky. He's a skag from Pandora and... a bunch of other planets in my world. Don't know why I got one of these instead of a really cool Partali tiger, but whatever.

...





...Can I speak to someone about this? He kind of sucks.

c

[killtime]

[ That is a weird fucking dog. And maybe Andy should be used to "weird" by now — she's been here a few days, and "weird" is a conservative word — but she still has a visible reaction to being sniffed at by a creature with three jaws and a tongue longer than her entire body. Her eyebrows pinch ever so slightly, her lips pursing as she stands there in the street, tolerating the Omen's curiosity as she glances around for its Sleeper. Nearby, her own Omen — an impressive black stallion — huffs as if inconvenienced, its tail swishing back and forth behind it.

The crease in Andy's brow eases with recognition when she spots Amara.

Wryly then, as she gestures at the pseudo-canine with the dwindling cigarette in her hand: ]

Yours?

[phaseflex]

[amara watches passively while stinky sniffs at and slobbers on andy.]

Unfortunately. Stinky, come! [she barks this, and is ignored.] Fucking thing. Is that a horse? I want a horse.

[she saunters over to the horse as it stands, though doesn't get too close.]

Haven't seen one of these in a while. Didn't know they came this big!