Mareuer - Catch all

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and open, with some closed prompts
When: Throughout the month
Where: The city
What: Working, trying to get into a routine
Warnings: Will be added as needed



Wine time is fine
[Mikasa wasn't a big drinker. Quite the opposite in fact. She'd only drank alcohol a few times and had little interest in it. But work was work. And carrying crates of fruits and filled wine casks was something she knew she could do.

The other part of the job... Well she could do that. Mess didn't bother her that much. But it was strange and she winced as her foot sank into the berry's, squelching them. ]

I'm never drinking wine...

[She didn't care if she'd cleaned her feet. It was dubbed foot juice. Not helped by the tainted wine she'd seen delivered to the higher ups. Mikasa was perfectly fine with the mindless stomping around on the berries to be her only contact with the stuff.

After a good few hours she calls it a day and started clearing up. Scowling and scrubbing at her hands. The strange splotch of colour wasn't shifting. Even after the second dollop of soap, and the skin around it was turning red. She huffs, looking over her shoulder at the person she'd heard. ]

Did he say we had to do anything to clean this?

[Despite this. She does turn up again. Wearing the same stained shirt and skirt. They'd been washed, but... No joy. So she wasn't staining anything else. ]

Green(and every other colour) - fingers
a. Supplies
[Now the initial money issue had been resolved and she had a somewhat stable income it was time to deal with that garden they'd inherited. But to do that she needed things. She had a vague idea of the tools she'd need. But some of the rusted ones that had been abandoned had been new.

So a trip to the shopping district was in order. Though she did need a better weapon for the next expedition, but from what she'd worked out that wouldn't be for a while. Now seemed like the best time to start this.

The first store she hits up was a relatively small. Mostly flowers. Mikasa's drab olive coat blending with the unopened blooms. Then she jumps suddenly, backing the hell away and into someone else in the cramped store.

That plant just turned into a bird? Many birds, all suddenly flying around.]


b. Sorting that garden
[Eventually though, she's got some gear. And she's been assured that all of the seeds she'd picked up were edible... And that the plants themselves wouldn't eat anyone...

But yes, now she had that it was time to get to work. Though for the time being she had to work out exactly what was in the garden, wading through the tall grass-

Where'd she just go? One second she was there, the next she wasn't. Anyone with good enough hearing would hear the quiet cursing about rabbits from the grass. ]


Full moon, preparations at dusk - limited to 2
[There was an odd amount of purpose to her movements during this full moon. Instead of the directionless wandering of the last, she was taking quick strides down the street. It was almost exactly the same as when she'd had a destination in mind.

The only things not normal about it were the two small... Twigs? Just poking out of her hair. Occasionally they'd move, but not much. And the two large pots she was carrying. The artificial smell of paint drifting from them.

Not that she stops. She's on a mission with her paint. ]

Wildcard
[If you want to plan anything just pm or contact me on kittylyoko. I'm going to be adding a few closed things and more prompts later for things from my CR planning.]

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CLOSED Full moon madness - 'Pufficas' and Mettaton

[stopfen]

[Mikasa hadn't been lying when she'd sent that message to Mettaton. Instead of the comfort and awe the last full moon had brought, there'd been a horrible irritation. Mostly regarding one particular overgrown lizard. Said lizard's strange behaviour the last time they'd spoke, the feeling that she was being watched that vanished shortly after.

The conversation with Momochan... That had only made it more apparent how strange it was. And Mikasa question why? Why had she been followed, why had the lizard been thinking of her? Why did he have multiple and probably fake names? It was a horrible burning curiosity. She hated it. She didn't want to think about it, but it was too confusing to drop and Momochan had made a good point. Was he dangerous and what did he want. Well Mikasa was going to find out. She'd had to ask for some help. She wasn't Armin, she couldn't twist words into convincing someone to listen. But her area of expertise had failed her. So it was time for another route-

--Being a pain in the ass until she'd gotten an answer. Or scared him off for good. Both were acceptable.

That was what led to her searching through the shopping district. Looking for the most obnoxious paints she could find. And she was pretty proud of her choices. A bright hot pink with small flecks of white and blue, and a strange yellow-green that seemed to glow. Then she'd just needed a vantage point. Easier said than done when she had no idea where to look. But she did find a small area filled with little metal walkways.

There she hid with her paint, on the lookout for her target. Newly grown antenna twitching at the smell of the paint. ]

[usurpers]

[ mikasa’s going to have a tough time. if she’d go after the smell of cinders and earth, it’d always be one step ahead of her— either that or simply not around. eren has kept to his promise a full moon ago: don’t risk it, don’t get within visual distance. don’t, for whatever reason, interact, whether his flaws encouraged him into what now felt like taboo. mikasa’s blood was still ripe to his senses and it too a manic flight for help the month before to get it off his scales lest he’d know what she tasted like. the smell alone was so enticing he’s hated it until now, and it was no longer a risk he was willing to take.

denying himself the forbidden pleasures his dragon form had grown leaves him quite irritable once the sisters ripen. he has no space in his thoughts to paint the walls of his tunnels to keep calm, or the patience to find good enough company to speak to. tonight, closer to the bright wall’s guarded gates, his only company is a boar he’s messily managed to catch and feast on. the charred blood of an animal satiated hunger, but not the rest. never the rest. occasionally, the wyvern howls for someone, anyone, slipping not into ferality but a simple, primal desire to be seen as a pair, to be in a group of two, or three. he’s lonely, to put it simply.

he simply doesn’t have the capacity, at least for a few moments where actual words escape formation and only give him cries like metal clawing at metal, that he’s the only one to blame for that. animals, lizards, nor dragons, definitely, are capable of assuming such humble atrocities. he won’t remember it, anyway. seeing red was better during this slip of consciousness, all because he opposes who he is. ]

[stopfen]

[How hard should it be to detect a dragon? She'd heard him well enough before. But now there was no rattle of spines or the strange scratchy slithering as scales moved against each other. And Mikasa wasn't the most patient of people. Especially not when she is had so many questions. So carefully, she started moving. Small antenna struggling to catch a scent, unused and not able to differentiate the new assault of sensations. The smell of her own paint was making her attempts useless. Leaving her to rely solely on what she could see and hear.

Which was more than expected, honestly. Her pupils expanded, reflecting light, seeing the unseen. Well, not quite. But she could see a lot better than she could before. Enough to know where she was going. Not that it helped. The city was too big for her to wander all night and find him-

What the hell is that? Her small ears twitched. Head turning to the noise. And she shouldn't bother, she should keep focused. But curiosity. It's strong enough to make her grab her paint and make her way over. The strong smell almost covering her own. At least it didn't seem that far from the outskirts ]

[glitzandglamour]

[For Mikasa to mobilize ahead of Mettaton... Well, if she's focused on the sensory bouquet of Eren and his prey, she might find that she's just been interrupted by another familiar being closing in. Altogether more commanding in sound, but debatable in comparison to the scent of char and blood, Mettaton's bearing is... noticeably different from usual, affected by the full moon as he's become. Just like the Fae, the Puca are inclined toward taking on a Faeform, and Mettaton's completing his transformation.

On unusually light steps and lithe movements for such a heavy robot, Mettaton all but materializes at Mikasa's side... Though he provides at least a warning intimate enough for his friend in the form of a thump of his feet, declaring his presence. Don't get too shocked, Mikasa! His once silvery fur is blacker than night and stakes claim on more of his body, his gold eye glinting in the dark, an odd, ethereal aura following him around that may be responsible for his inability to be detected until he wished to be. The best adjective for his disposition might be ghastly, wicked and whimsical as he smiles at Mikasa, his canines an additional sharpness to couple with his already long incisors.

Mettaton appears to have gotten his own paint for the occasion... He wants to Help. He makes sure to show her soundlessly, intuitively picking up on the need for stealth and succumbing to that need, primal as it feels to him.

Of course, his is glittery. Pufficas is doomed.

Mettaton's ears stand at their full, healthy height, and they lean forward to indicate his interest in where their target is. When can they get this party started. He's not the one with a (properly) developed sense of smell around here!]

[usurpers]

[ he knows it’s mikasa that’s coming after a while, not mettaton— what he would’ve done, if he weren’t in the middle of snapping the ribs off of the mangled carcass and pushing his tongue through black bone spaces, was get up and walk away. always moving, always ahead and never in her reach, which hadn’t been different from home. his thoughts, simple ones, concur that he will not be leaving his terrain for a fae, for anything, until he was done. it wasn’t as if one could threaten his feast, that’s just silly.

his nostrils make quite the sound, wet and bubbling from the mess of blood that froths and stains his snout and brilliant crystal talons holding the body in place— with it, he only snarls, a long, dragged out rumble that sounded like faraway thunder as his visitor approached with paint. stay back, the sound advised, his pointed ears and fins flicking and fanning to the coming steps, but doing nothing to truly evade it.

at least he wasn’t the one who sought her, and figures: if he has to ignore her, so be it. how much of that he’d be able to do, now that’s an entirely different story. ]

CLOSED Repaying the flavour - Leslie and Trucy

[stopfen]

[If anyone had asked Mikasa what her plans were after getting back from Marley, she wouldn't have said baking. But she'd not exactly expected anything about Aefenglom. She'd been mentally preparing for war that was rapidly approaching, with very little chance of them getting out of it.

But if anyone had asked, and she'd reply honestly. She'd preferred this. Not the people here. No offence to them, she'd enjoyed speaking with most of them, as confusing as some were. But it didn't compare to the nice little dream of being there with Historia, fending off Sasha... Because no matter how idealistic the dream was, Sasha would hover by the food, waiting for the exact moment it was ready.

There was a certain melancholy to it.

Not that Mikasa would have smiled in greeting anyway. Just giving a nod with that ever present impassive look when she'd gone to find the girl. The journey to the small cottage was uneventful. Mikasa giving a few small questions are you okay? Have you been eating well? Small little bits of information to check Leslie was being looked after.

At least the cottage didn't seem completely abandoned now. Most of the windows had been cleaned. The grass near the path had been trimmed, even if the rest still reached Mikasa's thighs. But as long as Leslie didn't run off and get lost it was fine.

The inside also looked freshly moved in. There wasn't much in the way of personal touches. Mikasa didn't have much. Trucy had her...magical things, Mikasa stayed away from those. But it was clean, mostly. Mikasa's standards weren't as high as Levi's, if she couldn't see it, it was clean.

She held the door open, waiting tilting her head to make sure the girl was out of the way of the door before it closed. Then she gestured to the room, just one large room with a couch that had seen better days on one side and a kitchen the other. ]

See? It's not that bad... Just different.

[modern. It was a lot for someone who was used to cooking with fire. ]

[foundfamilies]

[Leslie has met a number of stoic people in her short life, but Mikasa is challenging for the crown of least emotive. But Leslie doesn't mind. She can tell from Mikasa's actions and questions that she cares about her, and that's enough.

Leslie takes the small questions as jumping off points to talk about this or that of her daily life, at times smiling brightly and becoming particularly animated, at other times more subdued and thoughtful.

If she was aware of how much she was talking and how excited she was acting, she'd probably apologize for going overboard, but she fortunately doesn't notice.

Leslie looks around curiously when entering the cottage. She used to live in mansions with the best of furniture, cleaned daily by multiple maids, but the attic where she lived for most of her life saw much less attention, so the imperfect cleaning doesn't catch her attention. The clutter of Trucy's...things is a bit strange and new, as even in the attic, things had been more organized than that.

She's not exactly captivated by the view, though, so she looks up when Mikasa addresses her.]

At the time, I thought that you meant that the kitchen was completely unusable. I'm sorry for making such a fuss about it.

[stopfen]

[Showing what she felt wasn't her strong point, even if she had gotten better over the years. Most people eventually got used to her hovering nearby. Just wanting to be near and able to protect. Eventually they understood, or just gave up.

Perfectly happily to nod along and hum when Leslie seemed happy, tilting her head and peering when she didn't. ]

I said it wasn't so bad... The people who lived here before left...things. [She wasn't going to say they'd left in a hurry.] We had to clean that and air it out. [At least that smell was gone, even if there was still something musty from the dust.]

...Though it wasn't usable when we got here. I think I found a mouse in one of the cabinets.

[Whatever it was, it was very dead. But now it was clean enough. And Mikasa had made sure to leave what they'd need out on the countertops within reach. The taller cabinets weren't an issue for her, but she wasn't sure what they'd need.]

[foundfamilies]

I thought you might have been saying that so I wouldn’t keep asking about it.

[Mikasa successfully hides the worrying sign of the house being abandoned in a hurry. Now, though, Leslie is wondering what kind of “things” would make Mikasa hesitate to describe them. At least Leslie doesn’t expect Mikasa and her unknown roommate to move into a house with the worst things she can think of, and she doesn’t know enough to be able to think of the most embarrassing things.

There is a familiarity to the musty smell and not one from her happiest memories, but after twelve years, it’s almost impossible to notice the smell of your own room and a couple of months isn’t enough for it to move from her subconscious to her conscious mind. As long as she isn’t thinking about it, she doesn’t notice any smell at all.]

If the city is going to leave so many homes open to us, something is going to make use of the ones that are still empty. Are mice still causing you problems?

[Leslie is pretty charmed by small, fuzzy animals, but she also recognizes the trouble of uninvited mice, so her tone is neutral as she asks about them. She’s clearly not worried about the answer as she enters the kitchen before getting an answer.]

[stopfen]

[Well one of those things might have been bread at some point. Mikasa wasn't sure, it was very far gone. Possibly gaining a life of it's own. Though she does open her mouth to comment on the empty houses, then thinks better of it. Whether or not the townsfolk felt guilty are not might have been too much for what was supposed to be a calm day.]

I haven't seen any that are alive. But there wasn't a lot of food for them here. I have seen a few field mice in the garden though...

[They didn't bother her. Though she was concerned about possible illness. They were just animals going about their lives.]

today in: Trucy no

[cardtrick]

[ She's excited for bread, having left any traces of her usual magician's outfit back in her room — no gloves, no hat, no cape or dress, just a blouse and trousers she managed to find in the bedroom. They're a bit too large, but nothing that can't be fixed with a bit of rolling and rope.

But even while waiting for bread to bake, she has to have something magical to do with her hands, shuffling a deck in increasingly complicated ways at the kitchen table, letting Mikasa greet her friend while she eyes up the ingredients.

You know, she bets there's some cool tricks she could do with flour. What if she figured out how to make it "change" into glitter? That would look so pretty on stage! ]

Hmm...

[ Her idle shuffling gets quicker, the itch to do something magical, a trick of some description, getting louder. There's a whole audience here for her to entertain, after all.

Maybe she could make use of one of those knives... ]

Trucy no

[stopfen]

[Mikasa wasn't paying attention to Trucy. Not for now, the tiny friend was here and asking questions about bread and cake. Things Mikasa had to think about so she didn't paint a depressing picture. She'd worried the girl enough while talking about food. She wouldn't do it again.

For now the flour is unguarded. No knives out yet though, just a bread knives. ]

(':

[cardtrick]

[ Well, maybe that's a good thing. No glitter and no knives. But gosh she itches to do something. To show off a little magic.

She taps the side of her deck against the table and huffs out a breath before sliding out of her chair and heading to the ingredients, staring at them until inspiration strikes. What could she do? Something harmless but magical.

Ah! Wait. She fishes through the kitchen drawers and picks out some glue, the kind which isn't too strong, and quickly squirts the bottom of the bowl Mikasa will need to use to mix her dough.

Not quite magic, but she can't help but giggle. ]

[stopfen]

[Mikasa and Leslie were still having a natter. Just wait, because they were almost done. Mikasa just blinks for a moment.

Trucy, why gotta stand right in front of the counter she needs? Move it.]

I thought you said you were watching?

wildcard - starting with this one + another thread for the event later?

[sealeted]

[Dusk settles over the city in a way that Hakuno can't quite imagine she'll ever get sick of. The sunsets she had seen with Rin in the Moon Cell had been ruddy and beautiful, but it was a single view that was the same, day after day after day, creeping over empty, distant streets she never had a chance to explore. Hakuno is comfortably settled at an outside cafe table, a cooling mug of cocoa in front of her, and a lump of pink and white felt, a small brush board, and a very sharp needle in her hands.

She pricks it carefully and idly watches the crowds shift and meander through the streets.

Slowly, the beginnings of a round little cat comes to life in her hands.]

Let's see... Should I do push pins or buttons for the eyes?

Yeah that's fine - Also needlefelting, why must you hurt my hands so?

[stopfen]

[It had been a long day. A morning of working at the winery, then an afternoon of learning about the local flora. Some of it was fine, normal. Some of it was bizarre. It was tiring memorizing which plants she could eat and which would eat her. After it all, it's time for a slow walk across the city back to the cottage.

It's the sweet smell that gets her attention first, the drink from the festivals when she first arrived. Then she spots the girl, stabbing a lump of wool? Huh...]

Should you be drinking while doing something like that?

cuteness comes at a cost u_u

[sealeted]

[Hakuno jolts a little at the sudden address, but through great luck, does not stab herself squarely in the thumb in surprise.

She sets the little bundle in her lap, to be on the safe side, and gives Mikasa her full attention rather than risk an actual accident.]

Well, I'm wearing gloves and I haven't spilled anything, so it should probably be okay. I usually drink warm milk and honey when I do this at home, in the evenings.

I've never made anything that looked good needle felting... ;-;

[stopfen]

Yes, but drinking alcohol while stabbing...wool? [That's a new one to her. But that definitely smelled liked the sweet drink she'd had before.

Mikasa glanced at the cup. It was a pretty strange cup to serve it in, like one was been given a cup of tea. But she had gotten tipsy off of it. It was a dangerous drink, one where she hadn't realised how strong it was until she'd stood up.]

It's strong even if it doesn't taste like it.

[Guess who got pissed on hot cocoa.]

[sealeted]

Uh... n-no, it's not alcohol. I, um...

[How to put this delicately.]

I take it you're a fae too? Sweet things can... have that effect on us, I'm told. I've been cutting back lately, for whenever that kicks in more.

[So far, a few mugs had been okay. She's not optimistic enough to think that tolerance will last forever.]

wine time!

[guesser]

[ tendou is . . . a mess! a colorful, colorful mess. his pink— they're light pink, right? his feathers, or what he has of them, are tainted blues and purples, down to his . . . legs? legs that are getting hairier. huh.

even if he's crushed plenty of grapes with his big ass lanky feet, he has to agree with her, headphones around his neck and blasting some sort inaudible racket, he lifts a foot and wiggles his toes. ]

Imagine, finding hair in your drink? [ his giggle sounds— a little odd, like the way it was when they were in that dream. ] Or toe nails. Maybe these guys have a taste for feet, Mikasa.

Those are some cute headphones...

[stopfen]

[It was vaguely...distressing to see him so different, so soon. All she gained since the last moon was those small antenna that hid in her hair, and the shell that was just beginning to poke out of the back of her collar. But him...

Mikasa wasn't the most expressive of people, but that was a slight wince.]

Don't say that with your legs. [Why...Mikasa's own legs were splattered with colour where the splashes had gone past her skirt. But she didn't have leg fur. That's nasty even for her.] ...Stop that.

tendou has class

[guesser]

[ it just looks like he shaved once and let it grow back . . . it's okay. it's fine. and at least, he's okay with changes. they're actually cool and the full moon has made him absolutely wack with energy, but nothing that has worried him nothing, as of yet. ]

The commentary or the wigglies?

[ his toes are just at it like pros ]

[stopfen]

[Mikasa still looked mostly normal, so if asked she was in the same boat. She'd enjoyed the light feeling that had come with the moon, even if she'd been restless the whole time. Lifting her berry gunk covered foot out, toes stretching out and shaking the straying fruit free-]

Hair in food when your legs are like that.

Closed - Towa and Fie - Strae

[stopfen]

[She still had a sword that wasn't great for the Wilde, but it'd have to do. And both the people she were going with seemed competent, quick. Instead of the long convoy from the expedition.

Mikasa didn't think a lot of the request, on the surface it seemed simple enough. Someone looking for a cure for a loved one. She could sympathize. Enough to risk going out to try and help.... She was a sap. She'd have done the same in Nora's situation. Well no. She wouldn't. She'd have rushed off alone or gone with someone herself. Been the one who was injured if it came to that.

That was how she'd ended up seeing if the Bracer Guild had any plans to look into it. Helping people. It seemed like that was their thing from what she'd understood, and she'd offered to help.

All this didn't make her any less skeptical at the idea of the magical cure. Tilting her heads to look at her companions when it seemed peaceful enough.]

Would a cure like that really exist?

[Or was Nora just that desperate?]

[overworker]

I'll admit it does sound a bit difficult to believe. However... not all stories are just made up. It's possible there's some truth to it.

[Towa was, perhaps, a bit idealistic. And like Mikasa, she was the kind of sap that had been immediately interested in helping Nora upon hearing her plight. When she heard that kind of story, she couldn't help it.

That doesn't make it any less difficult, however. They would have their work cut out for them if they wanted to get some answers.

At the very least, she wouldn't be satisfied until she had the flower or could at least confirm that it wasn't real.]