here comes the sun

[brushy]

Who: falco grice (grice), shōyō hinata (asas) & amaterasu (brushy)
What: this is a catch-all for april! various closed prompts and one that's open for ammy (wonderkind), please refer to the character's specific top levels and headers! if you'd like to plot something out, hmu @ the plotting post or liberos!
When: april!
Where: throughout trench!
Content Warnings: violence, harm to an animal, will add more as they come (also see headers)

falco | shōyō | amaterasu

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falco grice (aot + crau)

[grice]

plot comment

@klee

[grice]

[ they were beautiful. the massive wings that folded and expanded once the butterflies had landed were hard to peel the eyes away from, much less a child's who's wonder was far more vast than the kaleidoscope colors that make the insect's wings. they were a source of reflected light beneath the permanent moon of the month, and falco had been no exception to give them his attention. at least, just for a little while. confetti, his egg-friend, had soon curled into its oval shape to keep its gaze away. perle, his pygmy falcon omen, was restless and desperate to snatch her sleeper's attention back on the road.

it isn't wise to keep watching, she'd warn him, and falco would comply quite obediently. especially when, after the next moment or so, he felt less well than he had been. that said, the boy keeps his gaze on his egg and continues on with his matters, to and from the hospital wings in trench to follow his teachers. it had been on the street home to crenshaw that he sees the back of a small girl faced toward the hope-consuming butterflies, harvesting orbs of lights and— ]

. . . Klee?

[ he remembered her. he showed her how to fish (if klee had used the safer method rather than bombing the river, he had yet to know). falco does approach, but with his head held low enough to keep his eyes just ahead of his feet. ]

[sparkknight]

[The first time she saw them from afar, Klee thought they were something from home. After all, she found berries and plants from a portal. It would be strange at all for them to fly through. Though, as she moved closer the butterflies got larger. Klee simply just enjoyed the lights raining down, before she ended up try to reach up to pet one.

Maybe they were friends of the tiny fluffy Argonaut. He was nice and sweet. Yet, as she watched them float above her they were entrancing. Klee should move but they were so pretty. Soo pretty that she couldn't no shouldn't move.

Klee faintly hear someone speak to her.]

Hmmm?

[grice]

Klee—

[ he repeats, awful worried that his call didn't elicit much of a response other than a knowing (and maybe not so knowing) hum. falco approaches further, quickly, and keeps his head low as he did, only rising so he could meet klee gaze as he grips her arm. ]

Klee, it really isn't safe here. We should go.

@nehan

[grice]

[ if asking had gone well, and so had their meeting— than the reason could only be good if falco frequents this particular establishment so much. following the blood ministers had its pros, but the downside always stopped upon magic. what if there wasn't magic to rely on? what if he couldn't do it? what if he was elsewhere with no blood spells, like santa rosita or south sister, and falco couldn't do more beyond his basic combat first aid—? because there was no magic.

it would have been a frustrating way to see someone go. nehan seemed the rigid sort when it came to teaching, but no one got anywhere without applied pressure. and, of course, a desire to succeed.

falco had a long way to go, he was terribly young— but that wouldn't stop him from learning, at whatever pace he had to. this was different. it was something he wanted to do. he had a choice in it, unlike the years of his childhood spent at preparation, education and stationing at enemy lines.

falco announces his arrival at the rendezvous point, as always, at the establishment separate from the man's home as he undid the bird-skull buckle of his cloak and left his messenger bag close to the door: ]

I'm here, Mister Nehan!

[torpour]

[for now, the place he's working out of is a small building in prufrock, just barely above the designation of "shack" in anyone's eyes. but trench is full of abandoned houses, big and small, and nehan has no issue in using them. though for the purposes of lessons, he doesn't need a large place, and, gods above, no stairs.

nehan is already there, resting in a chair and with some papers stacked on top of a desk. papers and books and whatnot, all about medicine. he has some notes as well, but his writing is indecipherable (as doctors' notes tend to be), and is done in shorthand anyway.

around the table are lanterns and glowing coldblood stones, just to light up the miserable house in this unending night.]

Come in. No need to dawdle.

[grice]

[ and dawdle, he does not. falco picks up his pace as to not keep the man waiting, collecting his notebook and ink pen against his chest just to write things down for himself (with more decipherable handwriting, as it were), and only stops himself from a complete approach to the working desk to ask their, attentively: ]

Do you need me to get anything?

shōyō hinata (haikyū!!)

[asas]

plot comment

@palamedes

[asas]

[ the month was one that was already straining for some. no sunlight, more dangers, but hinata shoyo hadn't been a target to much of trench's woes. his athletic schedule continued, his self-care was prime and added to the mix was a martial art. his moods were held high by the boyish rush from a kiss, a competition to come, what else! what else would make the wing spiker's heart sore as a solid source of hope? the meteor showers of wonderkind were striking and exciting in appearance, pelting fireballs raining down in a shower that could be watched from a roof, he thought! perfect, a perfect thing to pick up his omni for and invite someone over—

from the portals that crack through their reality, bounces a ball. a familiar, spherical bouncing thing that even shoyo could recognize in the dark and dull golden hues of lamplights. swirls of yellow, navy blue and white— another bounces in front of his home, then another, thumping against cobblestone streets and wooden house frames. ]

No. Way.

[ it was a valuable, distinctive mikasa volleyball. shoyo felt his chest jitter until he was about to explode, his cheeks stinging as they spread wide to flash his teeth, all by himself. he hasn't seen or touched a volleyball in months.

from above, not just a few, but many volleyball begin to spew out of the portals, from industries and practice and games still happening from beyond this universe. the sharp blow of a whistle, the squeak of gymnasium floors, the sound that echoes when someone kicks the floor to jump and spike a ball with their palms. hundreds of volleyball drive through various portals at varying speeds (some, at about 80mph, good luck), and shoyo running in circles like a dog being showered with a ball pit for christmas. ]

Yes!! Hell yes!!

[ eywa has heard him!!!!!!! ]

barrels in

[megatheorem]

[Admittedly, Palamedes is not out on purpose to locate Shoyo. That's not a slight; Shoyo is on his List, the List of people he thinks deserve to know a) he's not dead! and b) he's really sorry he was dead, for way longer than people tend to be dead (in this place). What happens in the end is that he wakes up on the Emperor's own couch (weird) and most of his List lives in that house (convenient, and weird), and then a hundred other things happened and his List was briefly put on pause.

So he isn't, technically, out looking for anyone in particular, at this specific time on this specific day. He isn't even out looking for portals - he doesn't want anything to do with that shit, no thank you - and so it's utter coincidence that he's passing by under a portal out of which a ton of sports balls suddenly fall.

One of them lands in front of him at high enough speeds to crack the cobblestone it lands on, which is the first concern. The second (and many more) concern is how many balls are falling out of the sky, given that Palamedes and running are not exactly best friends - he scrambles, more or less, trying to flatten himself against the wall of the nearest building rather than be out in the open, in the path of Balls and under the bizarre cacophony of Game Sounds he has no context for.

It's inching around a corner that he hears shouting coming from here, and not in the portals, and he leans out in surprise to see who exactly is running around so gleefully in this very dangerous hailstorm—]

Hey, don't—

[And that's when a volleyball bounces off the ground and into the back of his head, cutting him off with a wheeze and then a litany of half-garbled swears, knocking his glasses off completely.

Hey, bud.]

[asas]

[ it’s hard to hear anything over the sound of so many balls bouncing about, especially over shōyō’s own added yelling on top of the shrieks of squeaky sneakers. it’s not exactly pal’s lacking call that gets his attention; it’s when shōyō rounds another enthusiastic circle with waving arms and dives for these balls on his forearms that he sees someone nearby suffering collateral damage. someone who’s glasses went flying.

tsukishima—? no, though at such a distance he could really be that mistaken, tall blonde guys with glasses aren’t so different when you’re so far away (or so short). the steps shōyō makes forward to attend to the young man comes to a staggering halt when he can make out the details of his features. could it be—?

shōyō doesn’t know for certain, but he could feel his heart jolting into his throat when the possibility crossed his mind, alas, looking at someone without glasses was like looking at a bearded man who shaved. it’s a little hard to tell.

with a gaping mouth and wide eyes, shōyō picks up the nearby specks before it gets pelted by another set of volleyballs (some hit his back, the back of his head too, but he doesn’t seem to mind it), guiding them back to the bridge of pal’s nose so he could do the rest of the work. ]

Holy crap . . .

@kaneki

[asas]

[ the cellar door is a place for entertainment, and it's the district where shoyo works, tending to those in need of a nightwalker's company. he was good at talking, hanging out as friends do, giving a listening ear to those who needed it— anything, really, to share some of his radiant energy despite the clear lack of sun during the month. closer to the end of april, shoyo has a project he's working on by the beach: actually setting up the proper dimensions for a permanent sand court, complete with securing the wooden bases in to hold the net up at the correct height.

for the most part, he's doing this all alone, with a crow omen, a strange looking chicken, and four separate torches on each corner burning to light his way around the black sand. shining with sweat to have set it up, he's now trying to teach the chicken how to . . . bounce the ball on its head?

he's doing a good job, the chicken? not so much. ]

Maybe— try with your feet?

[anthropophagite]

[ kaneki hangs around the beach for all the wrong reasons, truth to be told. Mostly because he longs to see people from his world and in a strange way, he longs for the ocean... that emptiness and where he didn't think or feel anything. At the same time he also longs to remain alive and aware, thus he never really went back to the ocean.

That, of course, means he eventually comes to find shoyo and his strange chicken (???) playing with a ball ]

... is... that even something a chicken can learn how to do?

[asas]

[ the torchic looks over and— gets a ball to the head in the process of losing concentration. dead in the sand with its little feet up in the air, it takes a while for him to rise, but . . . he rises with these big, round eyes that look like he could cry, if chickens could cry. scrambling, shoyo covers the side of the poor thing's head to dampen the sound, and hushes loudly: ]

Dude! You'll hurt his feelings! [ pulling his hands away, he gives the chick a pat over his crest of feathers and proclaims: ] He can learn anything he puts his heart to!

amaterasu (ōkami)

[brushy]

plot comment

wonderkind, ota

[brushy]

[ nippon was a breathtaking land. goodness and a fresh breeze, cherry blossoms, the warmth of the mother sun— they all shine through the portal openings that rain down in trench's wonderkind. some may feel the spray of a healthy, crystalline ocean. others will be lucky to spot peaceful lands in ancient times. these were good times, but, they were also once riddled with spots of rot, coming from a massive ark that opens its gates . . .

and through it, evil bounds right out until the shadowy aura leaking from it begins to take form. massive forms, smaller forms, with fangs and ugly claws or too many eyes and tails, it didn't matter. they were all, at their core, demonic. characters may encounter one of the demons listed below:

☀️ common demons
☀️ spider queen
☀️ crimson helm
☀️ orochi
☀️ blight
☀️ ninetails
☀️ lechku & nechku
☀️ yami

common demons can be tagged into unlimitedly, which will be rolled randomly or by your choice! i ask that boss demons (from spider queen to yami) be requested once each, so first come first serve! please place in your header the desired demon and if you would like for ammy to appear before (where she is already fighting the demon, and characters join her) or after (the demon attacks and interacts with your characters, and ammy joins in sometime afterward)! ]

Spider queen

[anthropophagite]

[ All these portals popping out were... as fascinating as they were scary. Mostly because Kaneki knows this place would never be kind enough to just show them cute nice portals without a huge "but" following right after.

And oh boy, he was right.

By chance he saw something coming out of one of those portals. There was a hand first, then two... then three? Four??? many! And afterwards a face without eyes. The rest of the creature crawls out of the Portal and then "stares" right at Kaneki, who attempts to give a step back but ends up falling instead.

What the hell is that?! ]

H-hello?

[ maybe it's a good kind of creature? Maybe it's friendly? And then its mouth opens wide.

Nope, nope, nope, not friendly at all!!! ]

[brushy]

[ each one of the spider queen’s spindly arms and legs bend to make way for a good, eventual spring. not now, at least. she doesn’t have to see the boy to smell the fear wafting off his minuscule frame. ]

Ohhh . . . Look at you, [ she coos, but her croaking voice, as much as it was feminine, didn’t seem at the slightest, soothing. in fact— it carried an air of deception and superiority that she doesn’t bother hiding. ] Do not be . . . Frightened by my size, little boy. Have you lost your way?

ninetails!! lets go with after, but like. quickly after don't let him get his ass kicked ammy

[retsuden]

[ Sasuke had spent a great deal of time avoiding the portals, especially after he'd had the emotional experience of seeing his family on the other side when he never should have been. He's returned to making sure to keep an eye out for monsters as they make there way through the portals, hoping that the distraction will keep him from stumbling upon another heartbreaking moment in this place.

He's seen a lot of strange creatures pop through, but it's this particularly demon that makes him almost skid to a stop. It's a tailed beast for certain, he's positive it would even be Kurama, but... It's not quite right. No, nothing like the beast that lives inside his closest friend, which means it's a tailed beast from another world.

It's interesting to think they exist elsewhere. Not that he has time for that kind of shit right now.

He pulls out his sword as he drops down onto the ground in front of the fox, activating his Sharingan in hopes that maybe the powers that control the beasts back home might still prove him well here, too. ]

🤩

[brushy]

[ the fox rises above sasuke and his sword driven into the earth (a clear invitation really), and begins to laugh, a mighty and condescending chuckle rumbling through her throat and out through her mask— as if it were truly apart of her face. it did seem to work that way, how the muzzle shifts with her words and flashes her equally massive teeth: ]

How hospitable of you, human . . . [ each tail waves like the angry tide of an ocean, her paws digging into gravel, preparing her hind legs to spring at any moment. oh, but not yet. maybe not yet. her lips have curled so high it’s near impossible not to say she was grinning. ] To serve yourself on a platter, just for me. I’ll remember it.

[ her tongue slides across her canines, and resides in her mouth when her mask extends enough to make way for a roar: ]

I’ll treat your body well, once it’s mine!

[ sasuke just has to deal with things wanting his body, right? the ninetails finally lunges forth with momentum to drive her across meters. powerful and paralyzing, if one were to get in the way; a lucky break, if one were to evade. ]

Orochi!!! let's have ammy be there beforehand!

[monoceroscaeli]

[Needless to say, he's been having a blast with these portals. Seeing other worlds, whether it be talking to people or fighting monsters, it's been wildly interesting and he's still wandering about. Something that will cost him later, but for now...he's more interested in the wolf fighting what looked like a great beast, sporting eight heads with various helms on each individual head. It seems Inazuman in nature, but their snake god only had one head.

But surely, the wolf won't mind his help right? It looks like an amazing battle.]

Hey pup! [He says brightly, making his entrance just as one of the heads breathes fire, his hydro blades forming a double bladed polearm that erupts with water as he spins it to block the flames.]

You don't mind me joining you, do you? [He asks, still weary of Orochi's other heads that could attack at any moment.] I'm pretty good in a fight.

lechku and nechku, after, girl help

[phaseflex]

[amara has never really liked birds. she thinks of this as lechku and nechku whirl around through the portal. maybe they wouldn't have actually been a problem, if she hadn't taken that dislike and her usual bombastic belief that she can take anything in such stride, firing off an arc of siren magic at them.]

Go on, go back to your creator! Nasty flying rats!

[someone had to make them, right!]

Common demon, with Ammy after! :)

[tempredmental]

[It was an interesting world to see beyond the portal that had shown itself to Keith this time. He was intrigued as he peered through, looking at vaguely familiar scenery of what could have been an ancient world from the past. It was almost beautiful.

"Almost" because that was when darkness spread into the image, a strange rot of some kind, pushing towards the portal and then through into Trench. Keith shifted back and away, not sure what it was, but definitely not trusting it. Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough to escape the effects completely, and Keith found himself facing off with a creature he's never seen before.

And it definitely wasn't friendly.]

@blue

[brushy]

[ sunrise kept dissipating from the sky no matter how many times Amaterasu attempted to bring it back. trench was cursed— or at least, that's how this world seemed to act and react. there were so many beasts, lost souls, insects that fed on hope and, poor things, not out of malice. there was much work to do. plenty of work. the white wolf that padded left and right endlessly across trench brought the scent of celestial flowers with her, the heat of the sun while the rays of it were lost to the black skies and tired moon. during one of these walks, she comes across a cottage, its door left slightly ajar—

and from within it, she smelled sadness, and she smelled the remains of where the boy blue had touched and sat. out of curiosity, and, of course, to check if he were there, she pushes the door ajar with her snout, just enough for the rest of her body to fit in.

what had happened, here—? ]

[firstroar]

[it's such a cozy place, too. rather, it was, back when it was filled with three people who loved each other very much. the den's furnace is left cold in the dark - furniture and trappings left as they were those last moments they were sat in. there's still some stray lion and wolf-fur scattered about on a floor in need of sweeping. in the kitchen, the last remains of stored food is starting to go quite bad, hidden away in cupboards and an ice box no longer maintained for at least a week out now; some cups are still left unwashed by the sink basin.

the white lion sits outside a door on the other end of the kitchen. his head lifts and ears perk as he catches notion of the mysterious presence, but his hackles don't raise; he knows she is a peaceful sort. he exudes some of that assurance for the sake of his person, who is within the other room - the newly-built extension that was furnished to be his bedroom. even with that gentle nudging, he lingers by the latticed windows at the gardens just outside that had yet to be touched for the season.]