(OPEN) APRIL CATCH-ALL

[killtime]

Who: Andromache of Scythia & you!
What: Spring cleaning, patrolling the woods, and getting half-eaten by monsters.
When: Throughout the month of April.
Where: Prufrock district, Trenchwood, anywhere in Trench.
Content Warnings: Profanity, violence, injury. Will update threads as needed!


A | HAZARDOUS SPRING CLEANING

[ In all honesty, Andy isn't exactly looking for a permanent arrangement. Sure, she'd found herself strangely open to the idea of making some kind of life here, but she'd also come from a nomadic bloodline — and might have spent the last several decades living between rat-infested safehouses besides. It's been a long time since she's had a real home. Centuries maybe. That had partially been out of necessity — harder for people to notice you're secretly immortal if you never stay in one place too long — and old habits die hard. Anyway, it isn't as if she's expecting guests. She's more or less kept to herself since washing up a few days ago.

But it wouldn't hurt to have a place to sleep. A little corner of the world to retreat to now and then.

The building she picks is a fixer-upper on the edge of Prufrock. Smells a bit like rot and mold. There's a hole in the rafters that's bound to let the weather in. Most of the furniture is a lost cause too. But it comes with second story balcony that doesn't look like too much of a hazard. Convenient for clearing the space too, seeing as Andy's taken to some rather dangerous spring cleaning, tossing an old table and a few broken chairs right off said balcony without much regard for anyone's safety.

Hopefully nobody's walking by down below. Or wearing a good helmet if they are. ]

B | PATROLLING THE TRENCHWOOD

[ It hadn't taken Andy long to find a job that suited her. Not because she's a particular industrious individual — but the days are long with idle hands, and she's done worse things than work to kill time. Being a hunter is a little less covert than what she was doing before she arrived in Trench, but the end goal isn't so different. Keep people safe. Do the dangerous work that might kill someone else. Get to indulge a little violence in doing both. It's a good fit for someone who possesses both keen martial skill and an utter lack of self-preservation.

She rides through the Trenchwood on her Omen, a large Friesian stallion with a dark mane almost as wild as her own. Strapped to her back is a hefty-looking axe, each of its two bits curved and cruel. For the things that go bump in the night, probably. Or anyone that doesn't think better of surprising her.

Maybe it's a rustle in the trees or a movement up ahead on the Staggering Road, but something has Andy suddenly pulling on the reigns of her mount, coming to an abrupt stop. She stares with narrowed eyes, barking out sharply: ]

Don't fuck around. Show yourself!

C | EVENT: WONDERKIND (ANYWHERE IN TRENCH)

[ It had been an immediate call to arms once word of the portals reached the Hunters. And in a twisted kind of way, Andy had been glad for the excuse. Better to have something to kill than too much time to think. When she's alone, centuries of regrets and pains always come to keep her company. She prefers the reassuring weight of her double-bitted axe in her hand — an old friend she's had by her side since the Bronze Age. The sharp end of her labrys is indiscriminate, and a reasonable tool against most flesh-and-bone things —

Though apparently not good enough to prevent her current predicament.

That predicament involves very sharp, very big teeth. Attached to some kind of giant serpent that slithered its way out of a Portal and now seems intent on making Andy its lunch. Her axe is buried in the creature's side, wedged between glimmering scales and well out of reach. The woman herself is squarely in the monster's gaping maw, holding its jaws apart just enough to keep from being crushed, her own teeth gritted with the effort of pressing up against the roof of that hungry mouth. If god or man doesn't intervene, she'll soon find out exactly how shitty it is to be digested alive while immortal. ]

D | WILDCARD

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[souledsister]

I'm one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe.

[She says in a tone that's nonchalant, almost tired, like most things she says. But there's an undeniable sharp pride bubbling underneath the surface, kept almost eerily calm.]

Does that spell it out for the calvary?

[killtime]

[ Who knows how true that is — the entire universe is a big fucking place — but she's half-impressed just because Ianthe says it with such casual confidence. As if it must be true, and Andy's the fool for even needing to be told. It probably say something about her that she sort of enjoys that quality in a person. But she's accused of her own hubris before, too. When she was Andromache the queen. Andromache the god.

She's neither of those things now, of course. Just a simple solider. Like she said. ]

Consider the cavalry enlightened. [ She glances at Ianthe over her shoulder, going on dryly: ] Suppose even the most powerful beings in the universe can't help having roommate problems now and then.