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Mareuer - Catch all
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
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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
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But she does close her eyes, look to the ground when children first came up.]
I've found myself quicker to carry people smaller than me.
[That was something she'd always done though.]
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[Picking up a child doesn't necessarily mean they're in danger of stealing one.
...this is the naive certainty of a Hakuno who has yet to start bringing baby animals home for keeps, though.]
...Have you shrunk much yet? I lost ten centimeters as soon as I came here.
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No? Though someone did mention there was a chance of that. But I haven't measured, my trousers still fit the same. [So if she'd gotten shorter. It hadn't been in the leggy area.]
I have some kind of shell on my back though...
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[She rubs her chin, thoughtful.]
Well, I haven't heard much about other insect traits other than wings, but I know a lot have exoskeletons or chitin. It could be that.
cw - gross
I had wings in the dream for a bit, they were useless...
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[Her wings are hard to pin at a glance, but as themes go... the moth probability has officially overtaken the butterfly probability.]
Sometimes I wonder if it would be less confusing being a different kind of Monster...
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Yeah. There seems to be more information on the others. And from others have said and the dream, Fae don't seem to be the same kind of creature.
[The past monsters had been closer to animals. While fae supposedly gave the humans magic. It was a lot and Mikasa still didn't understand it enough. ]
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[Hakuno rubs a finger over her temple, eyes drifting to the antennae winding from Mikasa's.]
If you don't like sweets to begin with, you'll start liking them more or more, probably. Which is... interesting, given the intoxication thing.
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I do like them. I've not had many, but I like them. It doesn't seem to just be sweets either.
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I never had many to try before, but I've always liked them too. It's a struggle, not over indulging now that there are so many options. Mostly I try to make sure I'm in good company when I know I'm going to eat a lot. ...just in case.
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It shouldn't be to difficult to avoid them. They're more expensive than normal food. Especially if they're... Intoxicating to us. [That was such a strange thing to have to think about. ]
That's going to be a pain in the ass if anything else does it. [She's still just stood there, looming, instead of sitting. ]
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[Her gaze drops a little.]
I'd like to try them. And, uh... supposedly, anything that makes us particularly happy or excited can make us drunk.
[Carefully, Hakuno nudges one of the chairs out with her toe.]
Would you like to join me for a bit?
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So Mikasa hums, not giving a proper response as she tugs the chair out to sit. How likely was she going to find another fae with the supposed rarity?]
Mikasa... What are you doing?
[Knitting and sewing she knew but not this.]
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I'm Hakuno. And this is called 'needle felting'. If it turns out well, this is going to be a cat.
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...By stabbing it? Don't you need water to felt something?
[Yeah. She's just going to watch this and see how that goes, because she's not heard of that before.]
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[And steady hands and patience, but isn't that all handicrafts, really?]
...well, you need some sort of support and sometimes wire for the body parts, but otherwise it's pretty straightforward.
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How is it special?
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[Hakuno doesn't know for sure, but it makes sense.
She holds up her needle, for clearer examination.]
See how the tip is?
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It has holes... [sewing needles were solid for a reason though. ] something that thin won't be able to bend.
[The fabric would snap it. Not that Mikasa had seen Hakuno using the needle in anyway that remotely resembling sewing. It takes her a moment to work it out. ]
It weaves the wool?
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[Like so.]
You have to make sure to keep each one straight going in and coming out, though. I don't know if I'd call it weaving, exactly... maybe kind of like studding leather?
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What are you making? It seems like it'd take a lot of time...