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deercountry2022-04-08 08:41 pm
likethelight) wrote in deercountry2022-04-08 08:41 pm
[semi-open] If you're trying hard to breathe in the dark
Who: Allen & others, possibly Argonaut appearances
What: Event-log and other April-related prompts. Plotting prompt stuff!
When: Throughout April
Where: Various
Content Warnings: SAD THINGS, harm and death to NPC children, mutilation, nightmare fuel mindfuckery, high corruption and beasthood.
⛧ 1. if your screams don't make a sound (wonderkind/AKUMA) ★
[ You were probably just minded your own business doing something totally normal — and then you got caught in up in Allen Walker's vortex of bad luck. Sorry. It's just a thing that happens. He doesn't even have his unlucky rabbit's foot on him! He learned better really quickly...!!
Regardless of whether you might have been haggling with a bakery over the price of day-olds, sipping tea in some little shop, or maybe this is your house that he's... about to put a hole through. So sorry — but all of a sudden part of the nearby brickwork explodes as a slender figure is bodily slammed entirely through it.
Yeah. It's that kind of day.
It does not look comfortable. And it does not look like something anyone could have gotten away with without some broken ribs, but as the dust settles the boy that was indeed used as a wrecking ball of sorts starts coughing and trying to sit up. This is just -- ugghhh...
Coming to his senses quickly though, dressed in a black and red jacket underneath what seems to be a impossibly volumous feathered white cloak that seems to be made of moonlight itself he -- blinks. And then whirls around, realizing you're there.
His left eye has bled black throughout the sclera, and the iris has shifted to glowing red rings that shift in and out like a camera lens focusing. There's a dark, corrupted sort of smoke that seems to be pooling around it as well. His expression is wide with alarm, actual fear for a moment at seeing you there, before he stumbles back up to his feet. To square his shoulders, face the hole he just was thrown through—
And rip back, shouting at you over his shoulder as he spreads a single arm out in warning. ]
RUN!
[ Because, over the edge of the rubble... there's a faint sort of here-but-not dark glow. And the world seems to desaturate, fading from color into the black and white. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like you're even looking through your own eyes.
And then you hear a faint sobbing. Distant, but far too close as well. Like it's there in your own skull. Faintly.
And a figure floats into view, cresting the stone. At first, it looks like... an extremely mummified corpse. Bone dry, curled up in a fetal position. It isn't even the thing crawling up and through the hole, but that seems deem and distant right now. It's attached to it.
Because the sobbing stops as soon as you look at it, and the specter stiffens suddenly. Socketless pits for eyes turning right towards you as it realizes you see it —
—and its jaw falls open as it screams. ]
⛧ 2. if your heart just cries too loud all the time (butterflies/beasthood) ★
[ He knew this worked like a game of Russian roulette, he really did. And he doesn't even want to have to destroy any of the butterflies that have flocked to the Trench. It's fine when they stay up and away from people, but when they choose to land near populated areas...
It's not even for misjudging his own ability to purge corruption from his own body! It has limits, he knows that... too much can still be too much if it's all at once. But he has to keep trying. Better him than someone else. Or at least, thinking about that...
...it's easy to forget the actual consequences.
Maybe you were there when he destroyed the butterfly, a boy who suddenly transformed into into a white harbinger wreathed in what looks like condensed moonlight taking the shape of a huge feathered cloak and wielding a great broadsword as long and broad as he is. Maybe you just see the consequences of that — or hear the sudden howling gale.
What: Event-log and other April-related prompts. Plotting prompt stuff!
When: Throughout April
Where: Various
Content Warnings: SAD THINGS, harm and death to NPC children, mutilation, nightmare fuel mindfuckery, high corruption and beasthood.
⛧ 1. if your screams don't make a sound (wonderkind/AKUMA) ★
[ You were probably just minded your own business doing something totally normal — and then you got caught in up in Allen Walker's vortex of bad luck. Sorry. It's just a thing that happens. He doesn't even have his unlucky rabbit's foot on him! He learned better really quickly...!!
Regardless of whether you might have been haggling with a bakery over the price of day-olds, sipping tea in some little shop, or maybe this is your house that he's... about to put a hole through. So sorry — but all of a sudden part of the nearby brickwork explodes as a slender figure is bodily slammed entirely through it.
Yeah. It's that kind of day.
It does not look comfortable. And it does not look like something anyone could have gotten away with without some broken ribs, but as the dust settles the boy that was indeed used as a wrecking ball of sorts starts coughing and trying to sit up. This is just -- ugghhh...
Coming to his senses quickly though, dressed in a black and red jacket underneath what seems to be a impossibly volumous feathered white cloak that seems to be made of moonlight itself he -- blinks. And then whirls around, realizing you're there.
His left eye has bled black throughout the sclera, and the iris has shifted to glowing red rings that shift in and out like a camera lens focusing. There's a dark, corrupted sort of smoke that seems to be pooling around it as well. His expression is wide with alarm, actual fear for a moment at seeing you there, before he stumbles back up to his feet. To square his shoulders, face the hole he just was thrown through—
And rip back, shouting at you over his shoulder as he spreads a single arm out in warning. ]
RUN!
[ Because, over the edge of the rubble... there's a faint sort of here-but-not dark glow. And the world seems to desaturate, fading from color into the black and white. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like you're even looking through your own eyes.
And then you hear a faint sobbing. Distant, but far too close as well. Like it's there in your own skull. Faintly.
And a figure floats into view, cresting the stone. At first, it looks like... an extremely mummified corpse. Bone dry, curled up in a fetal position. It isn't even the thing crawling up and through the hole, but that seems deem and distant right now. It's attached to it.
Because the sobbing stops as soon as you look at it, and the specter stiffens suddenly. Socketless pits for eyes turning right towards you as it realizes you see it —
—and its jaw falls open as it screams. ]
⛧ 2. if your heart just cries too loud all the time (butterflies/beasthood) ★
[ He knew this worked like a game of Russian roulette, he really did. And he doesn't even want to have to destroy any of the butterflies that have flocked to the Trench. It's fine when they stay up and away from people, but when they choose to land near populated areas...
It's not even for misjudging his own ability to purge corruption from his own body! It has limits, he knows that... too much can still be too much if it's all at once. But he has to keep trying. Better him than someone else. Or at least, thinking about that...
...it's easy to forget the actual consequences.
Maybe you were there when he destroyed the butterfly, a boy who suddenly transformed into into a white harbinger wreathed in what looks like condensed moonlight taking the shape of a huge feathered cloak and wielding a great broadsword as long and broad as he is. Maybe you just see the consequences of that — or hear the sudden howling gale.
A whirling gale of feathers, light, and tattered wings made from moonlight themselves that rips upwards from a doubled over figure. A white and gold gigantic masquerade mask floats above as well, twisting to and fro from the feathered cloak like it's unsure how to hold its shape, like it's too angry to remember its shape and cares not for what it was, but is trying to contort itself into something new. But the winged sort of cloak looks almost angelic, glowing white-gold and ethereal. It's beautiful, and somewhat terrible as well. Especially as the figure, with his hands clutching his head like it wants to split in two, would not seem to have a normal left hand but a great white and gold monstrous sort of claw instead. But it too can't seem to hold its form, splitting into glowing feathers along his arm that twist in the air.
It's like a howling monster clinging to the figure even as it also tries to rip away.
And if you're caught staring, an edge of that tattered, feathery wing-cloak rips out towards you and slashes into—and through the brickwork by your head. And that's when you might realize that even though it looks like a cloak and feathers, it cuts as sharply as any sword. ]
Stay— [ It's a boy beneath all that. A teenager, pale and ethereal himself as the feathers around him, with a dark red scar cutting through the left side of his face. And he pants and rasps it out, gritting his teeth audibly and fixing a surprisingly sharp and hard dark eye on you. A window of raw clarity in a maelstrom.
Anguished clarity, his face twisted in tragedy.
But that eye is blood red and black, and the scar surrounding it twists itself restlessly across his face like an angry, living thing. Black smoke bleeds from that left side of his face, mixing in with the white. ]
—back...
More closed prompts below! I'm trying to do more closed/planned things since I have a lot going on this month and a bunch that are sequential, but please feel free to hit me up on my plotting prompt and I'm happy to plan something and do a private prompt for us! He will be generally collecting the hope orbs, mostly for Viktor, getting fucked up with his restored memories/tether and hiding from people later in the month, and trying to purify and reverse the corruption/beasthood of any turned, especially as a result of the butterflies. So, especially if you want to get your character in on realizing even full beasthood can be reversed by exorcists and other sorts of purification abilities and you want them to be able to see the human souls still in them... 👉👈 hit me up.
It's like a howling monster clinging to the figure even as it also tries to rip away.
And if you're caught staring, an edge of that tattered, feathery wing-cloak rips out towards you and slashes into—and through the brickwork by your head. And that's when you might realize that even though it looks like a cloak and feathers, it cuts as sharply as any sword. ]
Stay— [ It's a boy beneath all that. A teenager, pale and ethereal himself as the feathers around him, with a dark red scar cutting through the left side of his face. And he pants and rasps it out, gritting his teeth audibly and fixing a surprisingly sharp and hard dark eye on you. A window of raw clarity in a maelstrom.
Anguished clarity, his face twisted in tragedy.
But that eye is blood red and black, and the scar surrounding it twists itself restlessly across his face like an angry, living thing. Black smoke bleeds from that left side of his face, mixing in with the white. ]
—back...
More closed prompts below! I'm trying to do more closed/planned things since I have a lot going on this month and a bunch that are sequential, but please feel free to hit me up on my plotting prompt and I'm happy to plan something and do a private prompt for us! He will be generally collecting the hope orbs, mostly for Viktor, getting fucked up with his restored memories/tether and hiding from people later in the month, and trying to purify and reverse the corruption/beasthood of any turned, especially as a result of the butterflies. So, especially if you want to get your character in on realizing even full beasthood can be reversed by exorcists and other sorts of purification abilities and you want them to be able to see the human souls still in them... 👉👈 hit me up.
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An unavoidable human element, at that. He's just close enough to feel the light's effect, and he untenses a bit - god, this guy had quite a few tricks up his sleeve, didn't he? The boy soon looks refreshed, and he helps him up.]
I've heard of beasts - I've done a lot of reading. I just...y'know. Going back isn't something I ever considered. It's something I would've liked to fathom, because I don't like taking innocent lives, I--...
[He clears his throat.]
Lemmie start over. I'm...I'm Kokichi Oma. I ran an organization at home that helped troubled kids who had nowhere else to go and no one to trust. [To simplify a complicated issue, at least.] I've seen a lot of messed up things, and it's made me pretty averse to the idea of taking any innocent lives, if I can help it.
Is this...saving them thing - is it something only you can do? Or can anyone learn how? ...Anyone being me, obviously. I know I was pretty useless right then. And I'd like to avoid that.
[He's trying to learn how to fight, but if he can manage to learn to spare lives, too...that'd be ideal.]
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But he does keep a couple aces up that sleeve. Literally. ]
Ehhh? [ It's a brightly thoughtful sort of hum, turning a smile on the other boy. ]
Even if it isn't how I just did... it sounds like you've already been saving people, Kokichi Oma. [ He says it so radiantly and honestly, head cocked to the side and like it really is that simple. Honestly, to show up in battle and save someone is one thing. But he ran an organization for troubled children before...? And he looks like he can't be older than Allen?
That's far more impressive than him, honestly. And he reaches out to pat the other boy on the shoulder with his Innocence-gloved right hand. Heh. ]
Cleansing the corruption from a soul is something I can do only because of this. [ He gestures with his left hand, showcasing the back of it to Kokichi where there's a golden cross embedded in the black, marble-like appearance. Born with, technically, but he was admittedly a weird exception there. ] It's fortunate in that sense, I guess. I've always been able to do something like this.
But I don't think that's the only way to save someone who's become a beast.
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It doesn't help that he can't remember some key details. Faces behind masks. Who are they? He doesn't know.]
Neeheehee...I'd like to think so, but it's so far away now.
[And on top of that, he's done so many terrible things since. Everyone would've understood - would've probably accepted him on the spot if he'd simply said that much about DICE during the killing game. 'We help troubled kids'. It was as simple as that, and he probably would've had Shuichi, Kaede, Kaito, hell, even Maki might've been on his side if it had just been that simple. If he could've just afforded to be honest.
Not so.
But he accepts the pat to the shoulder, and he looks at the back of his left hand. Whoa. He lets out a whistle.] Yeah, I'll say. That's something I've never seen before.
[That last sentence, however, catches his attention more than any other--]
How so? What'cha mean?
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Don't they still tell what kind of people they are? ]
Ehh, well... [ He waves a hand slightly as he lets his invocation go, the whole of it -- luminous white cloak, claw-like left hand, all of it -- winking out like someone turned off a light. Gone in a small glimmer of light like snowflakes, and he's just a teenager in a long black and red coat that looks a bit like a uniform of sorts. ]
A friend of mine is working on something... he thinks we might be able to use lunar energy to find other ways to reverse beasthood and corruption. [ He flexes his left hand for a moment, now gloved in black leather, to let each of the knuckles pop and realign. ]
I think the crystals that some of us got after getting out of the catacombs last month might be of similar use, too. [ There's a presence in them that feels similar to the crystal in his own hand, at least. ]
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...He is, huh? Lunar energy...I've kind of been wondering how to harness that, myself. I've done some tinkering with stuff - here and there - but it's...it kinda makes you think, right?
[He nods slowly.]
That makes sense...well. If you need another mind to kinda buckle down on this, people've called me a prodigy before. Kinda went to a whole school dedicated to 'em. Not to flatter myself, or anything.
[Even though he kind of might be. He crosses his arms behind his head.]
I guess that might be up to you and your friend, though. What's your name, by the way?
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Also you probably shouldn't wish for that. Being made into a living weapon of a child soldier on the losing side of a holy war by a parasitic, dickish angel-type entity that's burning up your lifespan in order to power itself. The thing he's most grateful for is what it lets him do, but the cost on people... ]
Oh -- ! [ He forgot, what with the aftermath of the fight. ]
It's Allen. Allen Walker. I'm sorry. [ His manners.. ]
My friend's name is Viktor, he runs a lab in Willful Machine. [ It's supposed to be "we" and Allen does see it as that, he does, but saying he also helps run a lab would be a gross overstatement. He's a spiritual prodigy, not a technical one. Not at all...
Speaking of, the blatant self-flattery isn't missed. Not his cup of tea, although he's too polite to say anything. And he would normally be a lot more guarded around a stranger -- it is the Trench after all -- he just met, especially around Viktor, but... Kokichi already showed his true colors with the little beast-girl. That isn't something that could be faked, and was tellingly genuine.
And rare. ]
He's a very kind man... and very smart. [ rambles on in his nerd mode in ways that make Allen's eyes glaze over ] If it's something you have any interest or knack for, I'm sure he'd love to talk with you about it.
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And yeah, he doesn't know the inner depths of it. He might be more apprehensive if he did, but right now...he just sees someone with the capability to save people. It seems like running into people with costly powers was somewhat of a theme in his life now, though...Kaneki might be able to relate.]
Walker-chan. [He nods, taking note of that.] Viktor-san...in Willful Machine. [He'll remember that.] It's definitely something I've got interest in. Anything I can help with to...make things better. I'm not really a fighter type - at least, not yet, anyways - so this project sounds right up my alley with more scientific stuff.
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He gets a bit of a curious headtilt and a blink at that, although he doesn't ask. Maybe he can suss it out from context... Why's it different from what he uses for Viktor though...? ]
"Not yet"? [ That's an interesting way of phrasing it that gets a curious look. No judgment against Kokichi's appearance or that he doesn't look like the typical "fighter-type" though. Honestly Allen isn't either, and there are many ways of fighting than running in like a meathead. Especially if the goal of fighting is to protect or save others. And he's known a few of that type...
But, oh. He thinks he gets it. Politely: ] Are you in training?
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But he lets out a little huff.] Yeah, I know. I look like a limp wet noodle boy right now. And that's because I am! But...yeah. [He nods.] I met a 'Professor Ozpin' over the network. He invited me to join his classes. So. I'm gonna pick up skills there, hopefully.
[He tugs his arms to his chest, determined.]
Don't underestimate me. I'm tiny, fast, and I steal kneecaps for fun.
[Okay, that last part is obviously a lie.]
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A-aah, no, I meant no disrespect...! I'm sure you are! [ Hands up, hands up! See, totally genuine. Seriously, look at Allen. He's extremely slender for a melee fighter even in his own world. He's really got no room to judge...! He knows what it's like to be mocked for your stature and it sucks!!
But, um. What. ]
"Steal kneecaps"...? [ What... what is he, serious. Does he make a necklace out of them or something. ]