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Event Six.
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.[ dextera’s purification will, at least temporarily, soothe the beast.
he learned this after trying to purify one of the werewolves from outside the town for information—rather than dying, under a gentle enough touch, he could change it back. it makes sense, he supposes. lycanthropy is supposed to be a condition, a twisting of the body and mind, not unlike a baroque in the first place.
so, even without a fully-formed sense of self preservation, dextera defends himself from the people in the town. if he’s attacked, then that blast of light he throws off will hurt, but he’s learning to control it so that it isn’t dangerous.
his hands glow blindingly bright under the unwavering moon, illuminating an expression practically begging for peace. his mouth doesn’t move, but he signs his meaning cautiously. ]
I can help.
[ dextera does not want to get bitten, but that doesn’t stop him from doing stupid things that put him in danger. he realizes right away that the primary motivation for the werewolves among his friends is hunger—and so the way he’s decided to protect himself is by in fact putting himself in the line of danger.
he’s “armed,” as much as anyone could call this armed, with a supply of bones and raw meat. it’s not that he enjoys going out into the woods to kill deer, but they have color and flavor, and he’s not actually incompetent at keeping himself safe. plus, it doesn’t hurt for him to eat a few hearts, so it’s really a win/win situation.
feel free to catch him either covered in (now-colorless) animal blood or with a still beating heart in his hand, otherwise, whether he knows your character or not, he’s going to be out late at night trying to keep the werewolves fed. ]
[ near the end of the week, when too many people have turned and paranoia rattles through the town like a disease of its own, dextera is going to be staying inside, huddled up with all five of the chickens to protect them from the hungry beasts. it’s a feathery, clucky mess, but it’s preferable to waking up to find that the coop has been raided by someone.
whether you’re a roommate, a friend, or a werewolf that knows how to use doors and stuff, dextera has nearly gone out of his mind with terror. be gentle. ]
( dextera is not going to be bitten this event, but as it says above, he can help calm the wolves down for anyone who’d like to play with that! alternatively, i am also extremely down to do near-bites, and also anything you throw at me! go forth!! )
i. defending the town
[ Noctis' objective is clear: he's here to defend the Town from the werewolves that seem to be gunning for it and the people residing within -- he's not here to soothe the beast, only to repel them from stepping foot into the place or to sink their teeth into any of the people he cares for.
Werewolves used to be people and so were daemons -- in this aspect there is very little different, and as the light of the full moon hangs in the inky black sky, Noctis is on the hunt for the wolves, stiffening at the sound of a bestial, guttural growl not too far away. ]
ii. what the heck
[ So the people are being turned -- those who have been bitten are exhibiting signs of it, transforming partially into werewolves, and oh, Six, is that someone he knows?
Noctis approaches carefully. ]
Hey...
iii. into the woods - SPITFIRE STICKWEED
[ Maybe it's the Town, maybe it's something else, but he can't shake the idea that this is what he's supposed to do, to source for the spitfire stickweed if he wants his loved ones and friends to stand a chance against this disease.
He can be found gathering these things up carefully within the forest and it's obvious he's been here awhile, cursing softly when one of them spits fire.
But when he hears the softest of rustling, he freezes, Ultima flaring to life in his hand. ]
iv. network
i need to find someone who's got screaming fieldcress. which one of you has it?
v. complicated
[ So things are getting complicated -- his friends are becoming werewolves like a lot of people in the village, some of them partially formed, it seems, but others have gone through a fuller transformation, which makes things tricky.
But he has to protect them by however means necessary until a cure can be made, and Noctis grimaces as he approaches one that seems to have been only recently formed. He's paranoid, on edge and testy, anxious and eager to do something, anything, but he fights down the powerful urge to settle things the hard way -- these are his friends, his fellow townspeople, right? ]
Hey. Can you still understand me?
vi. wildcard
[ hit me up with anything! ]
[ Noctis' objective is clear: he's here to defend the Town from the werewolves that seem to be gunning for it and the people residing within -- he's not here to soothe the beast, only to repel them from stepping foot into the place or to sink their teeth into any of the people he cares for.
Werewolves used to be people and so were daemons -- in this aspect there is very little different, and as the light of the full moon hangs in the inky black sky, Noctis is on the hunt for the wolves, stiffening at the sound of a bestial, guttural growl not too far away. ]
ii. what the heck
[ So the people are being turned -- those who have been bitten are exhibiting signs of it, transforming partially into werewolves, and oh, Six, is that someone he knows?
Noctis approaches carefully. ]
Hey...
iii. into the woods - SPITFIRE STICKWEED
[ Maybe it's the Town, maybe it's something else, but he can't shake the idea that this is what he's supposed to do, to source for the spitfire stickweed if he wants his loved ones and friends to stand a chance against this disease.
He can be found gathering these things up carefully within the forest and it's obvious he's been here awhile, cursing softly when one of them spits fire.
But when he hears the softest of rustling, he freezes, Ultima flaring to life in his hand. ]
iv. network
i need to find someone who's got screaming fieldcress. which one of you has it?
v. complicated
[ So things are getting complicated -- his friends are becoming werewolves like a lot of people in the village, some of them partially formed, it seems, but others have gone through a fuller transformation, which makes things tricky.
But he has to protect them by however means necessary until a cure can be made, and Noctis grimaces as he approaches one that seems to have been only recently formed. He's paranoid, on edge and testy, anxious and eager to do something, anything, but he fights down the powerful urge to settle things the hard way -- these are his friends, his fellow townspeople, right? ]
Hey. Can you still understand me?
vi. wildcard
[ hit me up with anything! ]
[ Option 1 - In Touch with the Ground ]
[Keith is out in full Blade of Marmora getup, only the faint violet glow of his suit really announces his presence. He's on wolf patrol, because he took that warning pretty seriously. Protect the town? He's on it. And honestly, there seems to be some good reason to be on guard. The moon, the howling. Keith may not have a gun or silver bullets, but he can try to help at least. He can try to keep this thing out of the town.
If he catches sight of someone else out, he'll make his way over,]
...have you seen anything? So far nothing's come out of the forest...
[ Option 2 - I'm on the Hunt I'm After YOu ]
[Or it's possible you might catch him a night or two later, mid-battle, once he's actually sighted one of these wolves. A blur of violet light as his sword glows and swings. He's fast. But not fast enough.
He could probably use some help.]
[ Option 3 - Smell Like I Sound I'm Lost in a Crowd ]
[Sun's come up, and Keith is making his way back home. Only problem is, he's leaving a small trail of blood behind him. He might have a gash in one leg, one that is still actively bleeding and in the shape of teethmarks. It's fine. He's fine. For now.]
[ Option 4 - And I'm Hungry Like the Wolf ]
[Keith has, well, realized the way this bite will affect him. And he's done. He's making his way down and along the roads in the city towards the forest. It's almost sundown. And Keith isn't risking hurting anyone... anyone else.
The forest is now home. Anyone who follows will get to see him transform. Too bad it's not very majestic. He looks like a discount halloween costume. Wolf ears. Tail. Hands downright pawlike and fluffy. Same for his feet. A mouth full of pointier than usual teeth. And that's full on it. He looks ridiculous.
And anyone who even comes close will be met with,] ...stay back! It's not safe.
[ CLOSED TO HUNK ]
[First moonrise after his bite, and Keith is... not having a good time. The commotion starts in his bedroom and will be audible throughout the house, as he knocks over a table in his surprise, falling back.
Something is happening and it is not pleasant. A startled yelp of sound and he winds up stumbling against the door. He scrambles out of his room and into the hallway, wide-eyed.] ...Hunk??
[Are you here, Hunk?]
[Keith is out in full Blade of Marmora getup, only the faint violet glow of his suit really announces his presence. He's on wolf patrol, because he took that warning pretty seriously. Protect the town? He's on it. And honestly, there seems to be some good reason to be on guard. The moon, the howling. Keith may not have a gun or silver bullets, but he can try to help at least. He can try to keep this thing out of the town.
If he catches sight of someone else out, he'll make his way over,]
...have you seen anything? So far nothing's come out of the forest...
[ Option 2 - I'm on the Hunt I'm After YOu ]
[Or it's possible you might catch him a night or two later, mid-battle, once he's actually sighted one of these wolves. A blur of violet light as his sword glows and swings. He's fast. But not fast enough.
He could probably use some help.]
[ Option 3 - Smell Like I Sound I'm Lost in a Crowd ]
[Sun's come up, and Keith is making his way back home. Only problem is, he's leaving a small trail of blood behind him. He might have a gash in one leg, one that is still actively bleeding and in the shape of teethmarks. It's fine. He's fine. For now.]
[ Option 4 - And I'm Hungry Like the Wolf ]
[Keith has, well, realized the way this bite will affect him. And he's done. He's making his way down and along the roads in the city towards the forest. It's almost sundown. And Keith isn't risking hurting anyone... anyone else.
The forest is now home. Anyone who follows will get to see him transform. Too bad it's not very majestic. He looks like a discount halloween costume. Wolf ears. Tail. Hands downright pawlike and fluffy. Same for his feet. A mouth full of pointier than usual teeth. And that's full on it. He looks ridiculous.
And anyone who even comes close will be met with,] ...stay back! It's not safe.
[ CLOSED TO HUNK ]
[First moonrise after his bite, and Keith is... not having a good time. The commotion starts in his bedroom and will be audible throughout the house, as he knocks over a table in his surprise, falling back.
Something is happening and it is not pleasant. A startled yelp of sound and he winds up stumbling against the door. He scrambles out of his room and into the hallway, wide-eyed.] ...Hunk??
[Are you here, Hunk?]
I. Defending the town
['Protect the town'.
Those three words were enough to set Estelle into business mode, especially after the fighting with that monster earlier this month. She's quick to join the various people patrolling the town, eyes peeled for any possible danger-- and when night falls, that danger become obvious in the form of growling, bestial creatures looming at the forest's edge.
Estelle isn't yet aware of the possible danger that first night, but she's surprisingly lucky. She was used to fighting monsters, used to dodging fangs and claws. Their avoidance of fire stands out to her after a few orbal arts, and she starts to carry a makeshift torch during that first night just in case. During the daylight hours of the next day, she makes a point to to start piling up scrap wood at specific points throughout the town, near the places the forest's edge comes close to houses. Makeshift fireposts ready for the next night, apparently.]
II. Luck runs out
[Maybe she's a bit tired from all the work of the day and so little sleep the night before, maybe she just got complacent-- but at some point in a fight with one of the werewolves the second night, Estelle's separated from anyone she's fighting alongside to chase a runaway that's darting further into town. It's unfortunate, because when it darts around a corner-- well.
She'd thought she would have had it cornered, but she might have misjudged herself. The thing manages to pin her with a rapid lunge, and while she sends it flying with a sharp kick, it snarls and grabs at her leg with sharp teeth before it's sent flying. She hisses sharply but pushes herself to her feet with her staff, not letting her focus waver until the creature in front of her is taken care of.]
III. Totally fine. Really!
[Estelle feels mostly fine, if sore, the next day. A quick water art later and her leg is well on it's way to almost healed, so nothing to worry about, right? She felt fine.
At least until nightfall, anyway. One second she's grabbing her staff to head outside and help out with patrols, the next she's doubling over in pain in the yard of the house, curling into a little ball with a whine as she grips her head.
....An oddly canine whine. That sure is a big, brown, fluffy tail sticking out. And her arms sure do look awfully hairy-- are those furry ears sticking out beside her pigtails?]
IV. Whoops
[Estelle tries her best, she really does. She locks herself in her room at night for the first day or two, apologetic and doing her best to maintain some self-control. She's temperamental at the best of times, quick to anger when her buttons are pushed, but now... well, she wanted to break someone's face for any little thing... or nothing at all.
It's probably for the better she's hiding away from everyone, especially since the chickens look delicious in the most disturbing and decidedly uncooked way to her right now.
She's so lonely like this, though. She'll lean against her bedroom door, unable to resist the temptation, and--]
Hey.... anyone there?
V. Running wild
[After a disaster or two at the house, Estelle ends up fleeing into the forest one night, furry legs taking her far, far into the woods where she (hopefully) won't hurt anyone.... anyone else, that is. She'll be there every night until there's a way to stop this, heavy with guilt and more than a little on edge and snippy.]
['Protect the town'.
Those three words were enough to set Estelle into business mode, especially after the fighting with that monster earlier this month. She's quick to join the various people patrolling the town, eyes peeled for any possible danger-- and when night falls, that danger become obvious in the form of growling, bestial creatures looming at the forest's edge.
Estelle isn't yet aware of the possible danger that first night, but she's surprisingly lucky. She was used to fighting monsters, used to dodging fangs and claws. Their avoidance of fire stands out to her after a few orbal arts, and she starts to carry a makeshift torch during that first night just in case. During the daylight hours of the next day, she makes a point to to start piling up scrap wood at specific points throughout the town, near the places the forest's edge comes close to houses. Makeshift fireposts ready for the next night, apparently.]
II. Luck runs out
[Maybe she's a bit tired from all the work of the day and so little sleep the night before, maybe she just got complacent-- but at some point in a fight with one of the werewolves the second night, Estelle's separated from anyone she's fighting alongside to chase a runaway that's darting further into town. It's unfortunate, because when it darts around a corner-- well.
She'd thought she would have had it cornered, but she might have misjudged herself. The thing manages to pin her with a rapid lunge, and while she sends it flying with a sharp kick, it snarls and grabs at her leg with sharp teeth before it's sent flying. She hisses sharply but pushes herself to her feet with her staff, not letting her focus waver until the creature in front of her is taken care of.]
III. Totally fine. Really!
[Estelle feels mostly fine, if sore, the next day. A quick water art later and her leg is well on it's way to almost healed, so nothing to worry about, right? She felt fine.
At least until nightfall, anyway. One second she's grabbing her staff to head outside and help out with patrols, the next she's doubling over in pain in the yard of the house, curling into a little ball with a whine as she grips her head.
....An oddly canine whine. That sure is a big, brown, fluffy tail sticking out. And her arms sure do look awfully hairy-- are those furry ears sticking out beside her pigtails?]
IV. Whoops
[Estelle tries her best, she really does. She locks herself in her room at night for the first day or two, apologetic and doing her best to maintain some self-control. She's temperamental at the best of times, quick to anger when her buttons are pushed, but now... well, she wanted to break someone's face for any little thing... or nothing at all.
It's probably for the better she's hiding away from everyone, especially since the chickens look delicious in the most disturbing and decidedly uncooked way to her right now.
She's so lonely like this, though. She'll lean against her bedroom door, unable to resist the temptation, and--]
Hey.... anyone there?
V. Running wild
[After a disaster or two at the house, Estelle ends up fleeing into the forest one night, furry legs taking her far, far into the woods where she (hopefully) won't hurt anyone.... anyone else, that is. She'll be there every night until there's a way to stop this, heavy with guilt and more than a little on edge and snippy.]
Edited 2018-06-17 03:59 (UTC)
I: Your Guardian Angel Wears a Miniskirt (days 1-2)
[Maybe you were ambushed, maybe you were outnumbered or maybe you had everything under control. Either way, that werewolf coming up behind you is suddenly plastered to the ground hard enough it made a crater with as much noise as you'd expect from such an impact.
Oh, and there was a teenager in a uniform screaming something along the lines of,] Psychic Down Boy! [Right before the werewolf went down.]
Are you all right?
II: Wolf Pack (Day 2-6)
[Becoming a werewolf sucked. And it's not like Kaoru can be locked up in the basement...she'd probably get pissed off and bring the whole house down.
So she's going out into the forest instead once night hits.
And right now? She's sitting with some kind of small animal in her hands (also wow, are those claws) and she's just...staring at it. Was she drooling...? Don't mention it or she may hit you.]
...no I can't! [And she looks away but she's not throwing the poor thing away or letting it go. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO EAT IT BUT SHE KIND OF WANTS TO AS WELL??]
III: Sleep is for the weak
[Running around at night is exhausting (whether she is a werewolf or not), so she's half asleep while trying to help shore up the defenses. Which means that as she's taken down some trees near the edge of the forest to stack up into a crude sort of barricade.
But hey, remember that half asleep part? Yeah...
So she puts a new log on and then it sort of...rolls off. That wakes her up pretty quickly.]
Shit! [She's reaching out to catch it with her powers, but hey, if maybe you don't know she has powers and try to save her. Or maybe you're some poor unfortunate soul who also happens to be in the path of this rolling log...]
[Maybe you were ambushed, maybe you were outnumbered or maybe you had everything under control. Either way, that werewolf coming up behind you is suddenly plastered to the ground hard enough it made a crater with as much noise as you'd expect from such an impact.
Oh, and there was a teenager in a uniform screaming something along the lines of,] Psychic Down Boy! [Right before the werewolf went down.]
Are you all right?
II: Wolf Pack (Day 2-6)
[Becoming a werewolf sucked. And it's not like Kaoru can be locked up in the basement...she'd probably get pissed off and bring the whole house down.
So she's going out into the forest instead once night hits.
And right now? She's sitting with some kind of small animal in her hands (also wow, are those claws) and she's just...staring at it. Was she drooling...? Don't mention it or she may hit you.]
...no I can't! [And she looks away but she's not throwing the poor thing away or letting it go. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO EAT IT BUT SHE KIND OF WANTS TO AS WELL??]
III: Sleep is for the weak
[Running around at night is exhausting (whether she is a werewolf or not), so she's half asleep while trying to help shore up the defenses. Which means that as she's taken down some trees near the edge of the forest to stack up into a crude sort of barricade.
But hey, remember that half asleep part? Yeah...
So she puts a new log on and then it sort of...rolls off. That wakes her up pretty quickly.]
Shit! [She's reaching out to catch it with her powers, but hey, if maybe you don't know she has powers and try to save her. Or maybe you're some poor unfortunate soul who also happens to be in the path of this rolling log...]
[She had liked being able to help fix houses and all that. But disasters like this had been a big part of why she had decided to join the Defense Force. So she was out patrolling and keeping the werewolves at bay and making sure people stayed safe.
And, look. Someone she recognized from the party! She's flying over in her the Children's uniform and even when she stops beside him, she's hovering about two feet off the ground.]
Hey! Shouldn't you be inside?
And, look. Someone she recognized from the party! She's flying over in her the Children's uniform and even when she stops beside him, she's hovering about two feet off the ground.]
Hey! Shouldn't you be inside?
Probably?!
[And yet, here he is! Eliot is so frightened and confused that he's having trouble getting back to his house. Unhelped by how he is out of shape from anemia and can't move fast, let alone avoid werewolves very easily.]
What's going on? Where did they come from?!
[And yet, here he is! Eliot is so frightened and confused that he's having trouble getting back to his house. Unhelped by how he is out of shape from anemia and can't move fast, let alone avoid werewolves very easily.]
What's going on? Where did they come from?!
[Minato's in much the same boat. He's been trying to take care of things as best he can, trying to protect people whenever possible (now's the time for action, not for worrying about his Evoker or how it looks), but ultimately, it's a very, very slow process to check on the friends he's worried about in the midst of everything.
He's seen Dextera around--at least, at first, amidst everything.
But when he doesn't spy him for awhile, he has to go check, knocking tiredly at his door, uninjured but definitely feeling the strain.]
Dextera-san... [His voice is soft.] Are you there?
He's seen Dextera around--at least, at first, amidst everything.
But when he doesn't spy him for awhile, he has to go check, knocking tiredly at his door, uninjured but definitely feeling the strain.]
Dextera-san... [His voice is soft.] Are you there?
[The growl's coming from a massive wolf that hasn't turned fully humanoid yet, facing Minato with jaw clenched and eyes fixed on him. For his part, Minato's got his sword up, Evoker held in his other hand--there's blood on him, but from the way he's standing, none of it seems to be his.
But.
That's an awfully large wolf, and it's priming itself to pounce--give a friend a hand, Noct?]
But.
That's an awfully large wolf, and it's priming itself to pounce--give a friend a hand, Noct?]
[ no, he’s not. that’s what he wants to say, because he can’t trust anyone, not until nightfall and he can see who has shifted and who hasn’t, and by then it’s too late to fight back or throw himself into safety.
but he can’t speak through the door, even if the chickens are answer enough as they cluck up a storm in response to the sound of a voice. ]
…
[ he opens the door just a crack, enough for minato to see one tired eye, nervously darting this way and that and ultimately avoiding making eye contact at all.
he’s terrified. ]
but he can’t speak through the door, even if the chickens are answer enough as they cluck up a storm in response to the sound of a voice. ]
…
[ he opens the door just a crack, enough for minato to see one tired eye, nervously darting this way and that and ultimately avoiding making eye contact at all.
he’s terrified. ]
[ And Aqua herself jumps back, her Master's Keeper appearing in her hand. When she sees it's Noctis, though, she lets out a relieved breath. Yet, she doesn't quite dismiss it. ]
Noctis. Are you still...?
Noctis. Are you still...?
[That is some absolute terror there on Dextera's face...!! Minato winces a bit, and then shakes his head.]
You can keep the door closed, it's okay.
[He understands what Dextera's afraid of, after all.
There's no way of knowing who's normal and who's not. A beat, and:]
Maybe... one knock for yes, and two for no...? I just want to talk for a minute.
You can keep the door closed, it's okay.
[He understands what Dextera's afraid of, after all.
There's no way of knowing who's normal and who's not. A beat, and:]
Maybe... one knock for yes, and two for no...? I just want to talk for a minute.
[She had been careless. That was why she was in this mess. It had seemed safe enough to bet on the strength of the uniform Minamoto helped design for them but she should have tried to dodge instead or at least pushed that werewolf back.
And she had a naturally short temper to begin with too...
So she had made sure to stay away from the town at night, hanging out in the forest with other similarly turned people and fought the werewolves in the forest. But day after day it was harder and harder to keep herself in check.
It had been a few days now and it was...too much. So she had returned from the forest because there were people in the town--there was prey.
She flew back to town and landed in front of the first person she saw hard enough to leave a small crater. When she looked up, her teeth were bared and...wow, those sure were fangs. In case the ears, the tail and the claws weren't enough of a give away that she was now (partly) a werewolf.]
And she had a naturally short temper to begin with too...
So she had made sure to stay away from the town at night, hanging out in the forest with other similarly turned people and fought the werewolves in the forest. But day after day it was harder and harder to keep herself in check.
It had been a few days now and it was...too much. So she had returned from the forest because there were people in the town--there was prey.
She flew back to town and landed in front of the first person she saw hard enough to leave a small crater. When she looked up, her teeth were bared and...wow, those sure were fangs. In case the ears, the tail and the claws weren't enough of a give away that she was now (partly) a werewolf.]
[ dextera is leaving minato out there with them, and he feels so guilty, thinking that about his friends, but it gets worse if he tries to interact with them. all he can think about is how they’ve become monsters, and how unsure he is that they’re ever going to change back. ]
…
[ dextera nods slowly, and he keeps the door cracked, but there’s a knock on the wood from his side. a compromise, at least so he can see minato’s face. ]
…
[ dextera nods slowly, and he keeps the door cracked, but there’s a knock on the wood from his side. a compromise, at least so he can see minato’s face. ]
i. the punching prompt (the fourth night)
[The smart thing to do—the safe thing to do—is to spend her time deep within the woods, but it almost feels as if some unknown force is trying very, very hard to call her back to town. It's easy enough to ignore those first few nights; by the fourth night, however, the desire to return is overwhelming, and Ochako finds herself slinking around the outskirts of town alongside her, um, hairier brethren. Gross.
She breaks away from them at some point or another, and that's when you find her. Maybe she's wandering around a field near Flavo? Maybe she's trying to sneak into Ruga via an alleyway? Or maybe, just maybe, she's sniffing around the boathouses in Bluo? Who knows! She's here, and even though she isn't snarling, her cute ears and fluffy tail make it clear that she isn't entirely human. And speaking of those cute ears, they... sure are swiveling in your direction...]
Hello? Is someone there?
[Her back is still to you, but she sounds friendly enough. What are you going to do?]
ii. pack prompts (the second night until... the last night?)
a.
[Where her fellow werewolves at? It's nighttime, and while Ochako should be skulking around the town, she's currently crouched on all fours in the middle of this field. There is a rabbit hopping around in the distance, you see, and her tail is twitching as she watches it stop to nibble on some grass.]
Why does it look so good? [That's muttered to herself, honestly, but she chances a glance back your way before whispering—] We could split it...
[Oh my God, she's drooling. Save her.]
b.
[Ochako could go home to sleep during the day, but there are a few people she'd rather not see until this whole thing is over and done with? If it's ever over and done with, anyway. Whatever. The point is that it's almost dawn, and she's hunkering down against a tree as everyone else starts making their way back to town. Maybe you're afraid of going back to town, too, or maybe you're just giving her a weird look? Either way, she offers you a smile and a shrug.]
Sleeping out here isn't that bad. I even have extra blankets, if you want to borrow one?
iii. wildcard
[hello, i am elia and i like doing silly things. catch me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
tuchanka if you have an idea/want a personalized prompt/what have you? or start something below and i'll roll with it. one note, though: ochako is avoiding the town until a cure is found, so, like... she won't be around during the days. she doesn't want to hurt anyone!!]
[The smart thing to do—the safe thing to do—is to spend her time deep within the woods, but it almost feels as if some unknown force is trying very, very hard to call her back to town. It's easy enough to ignore those first few nights; by the fourth night, however, the desire to return is overwhelming, and Ochako finds herself slinking around the outskirts of town alongside her, um, hairier brethren. Gross.
She breaks away from them at some point or another, and that's when you find her. Maybe she's wandering around a field near Flavo? Maybe she's trying to sneak into Ruga via an alleyway? Or maybe, just maybe, she's sniffing around the boathouses in Bluo? Who knows! She's here, and even though she isn't snarling, her cute ears and fluffy tail make it clear that she isn't entirely human. And speaking of those cute ears, they... sure are swiveling in your direction...]
Hello? Is someone there?
[Her back is still to you, but she sounds friendly enough. What are you going to do?]
ii. pack prompts (the second night until... the last night?)
a.
[Where her fellow werewolves at? It's nighttime, and while Ochako should be skulking around the town, she's currently crouched on all fours in the middle of this field. There is a rabbit hopping around in the distance, you see, and her tail is twitching as she watches it stop to nibble on some grass.]
Why does it look so good? [That's muttered to herself, honestly, but she chances a glance back your way before whispering—] We could split it...
[Oh my God, she's drooling. Save her.]
b.
[Ochako could go home to sleep during the day, but there are a few people she'd rather not see until this whole thing is over and done with? If it's ever over and done with, anyway. Whatever. The point is that it's almost dawn, and she's hunkering down against a tree as everyone else starts making their way back to town. Maybe you're afraid of going back to town, too, or maybe you're just giving her a weird look? Either way, she offers you a smile and a shrug.]
Sleeping out here isn't that bad. I even have extra blankets, if you want to borrow one?
iii. wildcard
[hello, i am elia and i like doing silly things. catch me at
[A part of her (the part that was her) wonders if this was turning into some kind of running joke. That he'll just keep finding her when she's angry.
But there she is anyway, snarling at him when he comes near with very pointy teeth as well as sharp claws. And there's a tail too and ears all of it showing signs of aggression. But then she grimaces because, what was she even doing. She's not quite her usual self, but she's staying still for him at least.]
But there she is anyway, snarling at him when he comes near with very pointy teeth as well as sharp claws. And there's a tail too and ears all of it showing signs of aggression. But then she grimaces because, what was she even doing. She's not quite her usual self, but she's staying still for him at least.]
[The idea of giant, bipedal wolves lurking around the edge of the forest is terrifying, but Ochako focuses on keeping her nerves under control as she walks alongside her friend. Heroes should be prepared to deal with anything and everything; while this particular situation was never covered in class, she knows that it's her job to stay calm, listen to her partner, and ensure that nothing dangerous enters the town. The populace must be protected! She can do this!
What she can't do, however, is prevent herself from shivering when a sudden howl cuts through the silence. She chances a glance at Izuku, hoping that he didn't catch that, before she shifts her attention to the trees in the distance. They aren't too far from town, but still—]
That sounded closer than the others. [Narrowing her eyes, she carefully watches for any sign of movement.] Maybe they're getting braver?
What she can't do, however, is prevent herself from shivering when a sudden howl cuts through the silence. She chances a glance at Izuku, hoping that he didn't catch that, before she shifts her attention to the trees in the distance. They aren't too far from town, but still—]
That sounded closer than the others. [Narrowing her eyes, she carefully watches for any sign of movement.] Maybe they're getting braver?
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[This is, without a doubt, the most awkward family dinner Ochako has ever attended. She loves Caramia—really, she does!—but even his bright, sunny disposition can't make up for Kyrie's... whatever it is. He's all but smirking at her from across the table, and while she's trying very, very hard to ignore him, she can just feel him watching her as she pokes the grey, presumably bloody hunk of deer meat sitting in front of her. Does she want to take a bite? No!! ...Yes? It's complicated.
This entire werewolf business is complicated, actually, and she suppresses a sigh as she reaches up to scratch her new ears. Why is she here again? Oh, right— because it's her first night as a werewolf, she's craving fresh meat, and she knows that Caramia won't let her hurt anyone if this whole thing gets out of hand. Wolfy state or no, she should at least try to be polite.]
Caramia, I— [She looks up at him, trying to give him a normal smile. Please ignore her brand new fangs? She's terribly sensitive about them.] I really, really appreciate the food, but I don't know if I can eat it? It looks...
[Fresh. It looks incredibly fresh, and her smile disappears once she looks back down at it.]
I-I mean, I want to eat it, but I keep thinking about Doris!
This entire werewolf business is complicated, actually, and she suppresses a sigh as she reaches up to scratch her new ears. Why is she here again? Oh, right— because it's her first night as a werewolf, she's craving fresh meat, and she knows that Caramia won't let her hurt anyone if this whole thing gets out of hand. Wolfy state or no, she should at least try to be polite.]
Caramia, I— [She looks up at him, trying to give him a normal smile. Please ignore her brand new fangs? She's terribly sensitive about them.] I really, really appreciate the food, but I don't know if I can eat it? It looks...
[Fresh. It looks incredibly fresh, and her smile disappears once she looks back down at it.]
I-I mean, I want to eat it, but I keep thinking about Doris!
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i.
[ Being a creature who doesn't sleep, Crowley intended his night to consist of wordlessly flipping through the books of the library. Not with any desire to actually read the contents inside as much as he simply keeps himself doing something; it's boring, to say the very least, and he can't say that he wasn't hoping for something to happen.
There's something meant to happen at least once a month, after all, and with each night that passes he's expecting their already irregular world to shift into something sinister. So when it does there's a faint sense of delight that courses through him. Entertainment comes first, him actually defending the town is just mere convenience.
So perhaps that werewolf you were chasing down actually rounded the corner and was stopped by his blade, piercing through the creature without so much as batting an eyelash, or maybe you just happen to stumble upon the sight of Crowley fighting against one of the beasts -- either way there's no denying the glint of joy that is apparent in his gaze.
He's having fun. ]
ii. ( cw: blood )
[ And with confidence comes bad decisions. He's well aware of the fact that it's possible for him to turn into a demon, but the likelihood of that happening here seems impossibly slim, so what are the chances that he'll be affected by a werewolf bite? He assumes that he'll be fine and that's the first mistake.
He doesn't hesitate to put himself between a wolf and someone else, ensuring that they aren't torn apart by sharp fangs or bitten with the strong possibility of turning. The pain sinks in and what hiss of discomfort that manages to worm its way out of his throat is overwhelmed by the sickening howl of the beast when he so easily slams it against a nearby wall. Whimpering, the poor thing slumps to the ground. ]
Well damn. [ Nonchalant. ] I didn't startle you, did I?
[ He doesn't even fucking care that he got bit. ]
iii. ( cw: blood... he eats a rabbit )
[ The initial transformation reminds him so much of the time he was stripped away of his humanity. It burned, hurt in words he was unable to properly describe, sending his chest alight with a varying amount of sensations he had been deprived from for centuries -- it feels both familiar and not. Irritating, frustrating him, as it only reminds him of how disconnected he is to his human self.
And it doesn't help that once the transformation is over he adjusts easily.
He is at least coherent enough to know not to sink his new canines into someone in the town, so it's within the forest that he gives in to his hunger. The rabbit is easy enough to catch, the struggling within the palm of his hands dies out soon enough before his tail even so much as wags with pride and ears perked up straight. However, there's absolutely nothing cute about the way he tears into the tiny animal, tilting his head back for the final bite and allowing it to drop into his mouth before chewing.
Blood still remains peppered across his lips and is only partially being wiped off when he brings his thumb across, turning his head slightly as he notices the presence of someone else. ] What's with that face? Would you have preferred it if I ate you?
iv.
( wildcard option! honestly feel free to hmu either here or plurk @vongaribaldi if you'd like to plot something out. )
[ Being a creature who doesn't sleep, Crowley intended his night to consist of wordlessly flipping through the books of the library. Not with any desire to actually read the contents inside as much as he simply keeps himself doing something; it's boring, to say the very least, and he can't say that he wasn't hoping for something to happen.
There's something meant to happen at least once a month, after all, and with each night that passes he's expecting their already irregular world to shift into something sinister. So when it does there's a faint sense of delight that courses through him. Entertainment comes first, him actually defending the town is just mere convenience.
So perhaps that werewolf you were chasing down actually rounded the corner and was stopped by his blade, piercing through the creature without so much as batting an eyelash, or maybe you just happen to stumble upon the sight of Crowley fighting against one of the beasts -- either way there's no denying the glint of joy that is apparent in his gaze.
He's having fun. ]
ii. ( cw: blood )
[ And with confidence comes bad decisions. He's well aware of the fact that it's possible for him to turn into a demon, but the likelihood of that happening here seems impossibly slim, so what are the chances that he'll be affected by a werewolf bite? He assumes that he'll be fine and that's the first mistake.
He doesn't hesitate to put himself between a wolf and someone else, ensuring that they aren't torn apart by sharp fangs or bitten with the strong possibility of turning. The pain sinks in and what hiss of discomfort that manages to worm its way out of his throat is overwhelmed by the sickening howl of the beast when he so easily slams it against a nearby wall. Whimpering, the poor thing slumps to the ground. ]
Well damn. [ Nonchalant. ] I didn't startle you, did I?
[ He doesn't even fucking care that he got bit. ]
iii. ( cw: blood... he eats a rabbit )
[ The initial transformation reminds him so much of the time he was stripped away of his humanity. It burned, hurt in words he was unable to properly describe, sending his chest alight with a varying amount of sensations he had been deprived from for centuries -- it feels both familiar and not. Irritating, frustrating him, as it only reminds him of how disconnected he is to his human self.
And it doesn't help that once the transformation is over he adjusts easily.
He is at least coherent enough to know not to sink his new canines into someone in the town, so it's within the forest that he gives in to his hunger. The rabbit is easy enough to catch, the struggling within the palm of his hands dies out soon enough before his tail even so much as wags with pride and ears perked up straight. However, there's absolutely nothing cute about the way he tears into the tiny animal, tilting his head back for the final bite and allowing it to drop into his mouth before chewing.
Blood still remains peppered across his lips and is only partially being wiped off when he brings his thumb across, turning his head slightly as he notices the presence of someone else. ] What's with that face? Would you have preferred it if I ate you?
iv.
( wildcard option! honestly feel free to hmu either here or plurk @
Hey -- !
[ Shit. Shit. Noctis rears back just in time to not actually cleave either his rescuer's arm or the wolf's head, Ultima disappearing in a flare of blue-white light. But what shocks him is not the fact that, as it turns out, Crowley has incredible strength -- it's that he's bitten while intervening in what would have been an up close and personal encounter with a very large, very hostile set of fangs.
Noctis stares at Crowley when the werewolf is dispatched, wide-eyed and startled, which begs the question Prompto's once asked a long, long time ago during one of their movie nights: what happens if a werewolf bites a vampire (or the other way around)? Werepire? Vampwolf?
No, not the point here. ]
Dude --
[ Shit. Shit. Noctis rears back just in time to not actually cleave either his rescuer's arm or the wolf's head, Ultima disappearing in a flare of blue-white light. But what shocks him is not the fact that, as it turns out, Crowley has incredible strength -- it's that he's bitten while intervening in what would have been an up close and personal encounter with a very large, very hostile set of fangs.
Noctis stares at Crowley when the werewolf is dispatched, wide-eyed and startled, which begs the question Prompto's once asked a long, long time ago during one of their movie nights: what happens if a werewolf bites a vampire (or the other way around)? Werepire? Vampwolf?
No, not the point here. ]
Dude --
[ dextera would not have preferred it, actually, but it’s not that he’s bothered by the sight at all—which is strange in itself, but this is exactly the kind of thing he’s been planning for. (the sight of blood disgusts him as equally as it makes his heart beat faster, and there’s a strange but familiar feeling of intrigued nausea, at the way crowley rips the poor animal apart.) ]
…
[ slowly, he shakes his head, and he makes a nasty offering of his own—a plump, fresh deer heart, drawn out of his pocket. it’s clean of any fabric pickings, which probably means he at least had it in a bag! yum! ]
…
[ slowly, he shakes his head, and he makes a nasty offering of his own—a plump, fresh deer heart, drawn out of his pocket. it’s clean of any fabric pickings, which probably means he at least had it in a bag! yum! ]
[ Crowley thinks nothing of the wound, even if it does not begin to heal at the rate it would normally within his own world, only giving the bite marks and damaged flesh a small glance before his gaze settles on Noctis. Safe and sound, just as he intended when he stepped between them and put the risk of possibly turning into a werepie (he'd definitely vote for that). ]
Eh. [ He shrugs his shoulders, his brows curving only slightly as his expression remains relatively relaxed. ] It's better this way. You'd make a terrible werewolf.
Eh. [ He shrugs his shoulders, his brows curving only slightly as his expression remains relatively relaxed. ] It's better this way. You'd make a terrible werewolf.
[ Dex... always thinking ahead.
Crowley catches the change of heart rate, but that doesn't entice him to stride forward. No, rather, it's the glimpse of the heart that has him blinking thrice, tail (annoyingly) swishing back and forth at the sight of food.
But he remains calm, approaching with a careful eye. ]
So what... did you come out here to help us out?
Crowley catches the change of heart rate, but that doesn't entice him to stride forward. No, rather, it's the glimpse of the heart that has him blinking thrice, tail (annoyingly) swishing back and forth at the sight of food.
But he remains calm, approaching with a careful eye. ]
So what... did you come out here to help us out?
[ You saved his life, you know that, right? Noctis looks over at the passed out (or deceased? because that was quite a thunk) werewolf, then back to the wound Crowley's currently sporting. He didn't have to do that for him, and yet he did it anyway, and Noctis frowns.
How the hell is he so calm about this -- surely vampires watch TV, too, they have to know bites are infectious, right? But he doesn't back away, reaching into his pocket for a small bottle of water. He tightens his grip on it briefly, infusing it with his own magic, white light flaring before he holds it out to him.
Is it normal for werewolf wounds not to heal when it comes to vampires? He doesn't know, but the last thing he wants is yet another person added to the list who saves his ass and gets hurt in the process. ]
Here. It's a healing potion. I don't know if it'll help with the werewolf thing, but --
[ He swallows a tight knot in his throat, frown deepening. Crowley might be joking, but it bothers him more than he can say. ] Are you... does it hurt?
How the hell is he so calm about this -- surely vampires watch TV, too, they have to know bites are infectious, right? But he doesn't back away, reaching into his pocket for a small bottle of water. He tightens his grip on it briefly, infusing it with his own magic, white light flaring before he holds it out to him.
Is it normal for werewolf wounds not to heal when it comes to vampires? He doesn't know, but the last thing he wants is yet another person added to the list who saves his ass and gets hurt in the process. ]
Here. It's a healing potion. I don't know if it'll help with the werewolf thing, but --
[ He swallows a tight knot in his throat, frown deepening. Crowley might be joking, but it bothers him more than he can say. ] Are you... does it hurt?
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