middaeg | A Mareuer Catch all

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A Mareuer Catch all

Who: Caren and co
When: Throughout March
Where: In Aef and Dor
What: Many quests, some rests, and
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QUESTS

A) L'Amourtentia (NSFW possible!)

A sample...huh.

[She stared at the bottle in her hand. Here she thought that brewing would be enough, but Kiss from a Rose was promoting this...she knew that it was a thing, but still. Still, she had no idea what to do with this. Maybe it'd be funny if she spiked someone drink with it? Or would it be a not good prank? She had no idea.

Hearing someone come close, her head came up and her ears twitched.]

Mm?

B) Research Request

[Every so often she did a slow tour, just to see how things were going. Which meant...going to various libraries and shops in the city, and going up to the help desk, and talking quietly to whoever was there. She couldn't just butt in, thinking that they were doing something for her.

But she did look around. Eye contact? Could certainly happen!]

C) Sweet Chimera

[She had been hoping things would go well here. But...she wasn't sure. She was basically inviting a bunch of unknowns into what had been a personal project of hers. Still...she had to let go of some things sometime.

So while she was cloaked-covering up some of her more obvious injuries on her back-her gaze was alert, and she went over with a slight wave to catch their attention.]

Good day. Everything is going well so far?

[Nothing exploded? Please don't make anything explode.]

D) Desmodus Mori

[Thank goodness for the vampire bar. She had no idea if she was doing this right, if she should have gone to the Coven with it but...she knew vampires, and she wanted to make sure this was doing this right.

She slid in during the evenings, and at the bar she ordered a small drink, sipping it. Waiting to see what may arise, with or without her meddling.]

E) Continuing Conquests

[She needed to take it easier then she would have liked-mostly because she wasn't used to the hard labor. But she could and would be a good guard for those that were building their outposts.

Hearing footsteps, her ears twitched, and she glanced to the side, where she heard it.]

Hello?

[Are you coming to try and give her a reason to use her sword??? because her hand is on it!]

Aefenglom

B: Clothing Alteration

[She didn't work as many hours as she used to in Knit Wit, but she still went in on a semi regular basis, mending and altering, not seemingly having any trouble with the needle and thread. When she heard the bell tinkle above the door, her ears twitched forward, and she moved to come to the front, more curious then weary.]

Welcome to Knit Wit. What can I assist you with?

Wildcard

Aka hit me with whatever! But if you want to know of her usual to find spots:

-Outside tending her garden at the Monster mansion
-In the market, looking for meal things and Prim/sphnix treats
- At a cafe, people watching
-On the roofs (I'm serious, it's a chimera thing)
-Inside her home

If you want to plot, you can find me at

nammah !

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I’ll take the jeans anyway.

[ Even if they aren’t as comfortable, he misses the look of them. ]

Annnnd, as for the full moon…duly noted?

[ Stiles isn’t shy enough to blush, but he is a little embarrassed at the idea of needing to strip every full moon. ]

Is that something you had to learn the hard way, or is it just common knowledge in the city?

Very well. I'll just have to measure you, and then we can discuss how many and prices.

[Because Stiles, this is going to cost you. As for the rest...She turned around, bringing up her wings and showing her tail.

They weren't as full as they usually were, but at least they weren't pitful to look at.]

These came in at the same time. I ended up ripping up one of my favorite dresses and soaking it in blood.

[She glanced over her shoulder.]

Not that they were fully developed at the time, but still. You may have to rip your things up during a full moon emergency.

[ A heavy, tired sigh. Stiles knew that customized clothing would cost him a pretty penny, which is why it’s taken him this long before investigating his options. Fortunately, with all the odd jobs he’s been doing around the city, he should have enough to pay. He’ll simply need to work his ass off this month to rebuild the figurative bank account. ]

…I’m an Arachne, [ he blurts, spurred by her anecdote into admitting the truth. ] Nothing’s come in yet, but…

[ God, if he spends all this money and then winds up ruining the clothes during transformation? He’ll scream. ]

...Mmm, that is an interesting situation.

[She's actually never met a Mirrorbound Arachne before. But thankfully she's been here long enough to seen the various configurations.]

I'll get your initial measurements, but we should start off with just the one hoodie for now. You're going to have more limbs, and...well, it may be difficult to wear sweatpants.

[ That makes two of them, Caren; being the only Mirrorbound Arachne is suffering. ]

You’re probably right, [ he agrees, glum. ] Okay, what do you need me to do?

[ The only knowledge he has of measurement-taking is what he's seen in movies. So, he holds his arms out to the sides helpfully in a T-pose. ]

[There may be benefits later! Maybe. But seeing the T pose...she huffed, and shook her head.]

That's nice, but first, take off your shirt.

[And she gestured to an open area.]

And stand over there. There's a stool I can use.

[ Stiles goes from being an earnest young man to a sullen teenage boy in the second it takes her to air the command. The idea of taking off his shirt in front of a stranger isn’t appealing – especially not a pretty girl like Caren. Feeling distinctly self-conscious, he moves to the directed area and stands there for a moment to build up the courage necessary. Then, sighing, he shucks off his shirt. Stiles reminds himself that she’s a professional (he thinks); it isn’t like she’s going to care about his lack of defined muscle or surprisingly hairy body. This is fine. Totally not awkward or weird. Fine. ]

If I want sweatpants in the future, would I need to take off my pants for that? [ he asks warily, clearly rethinking his need of sweatpants. ]

Not if you're wearing tight fighting pants.

[Oh, he's a hairy one. But she doesn't bat an eyelash to it, not when she brings out her clipboard and measuring tape.

Besides, under normal circumstances, she's far more furry then he is.

She comes closer, and goes to take a step up onto a stool-where he may see, closer up, that her fingers have raised beans, like a cats.]

You'd also have a privacy screen to shield you from the public eye. And too- you wouldn't have to worry about me blushing or anything of that sort.

I've seen legs before.

[ Tight fighting pants? Immediately, Stiles envisions the kind of sexy, form-fitted outfits that female leads in action movies are dressed in. Yeah, his ass would not look as good. With a grimace, he banishes the thought from his mind as Caren hops up on the stool. The toe beans (finger beans?) definitely elicit a starry-eyed look of wonder from him, though he manages to dial back on the urge to boop them. If she’s anything like a real cat, unbidden touch like that will probably earn him a face full of claws. ]

Sure, but not my legs, [ he protests, as if his legs are any different from anyone else’s. (They are not.) ] Hey, do those get in the way of your work? Your, uh, finger padding?

[She meant fitting, but welp, that was a slip up. But no, not leather pants, just something that wasn't so loose that it'd slip off his butt. She'll clear that up later.

Though also lucky for Stiles, her nails are still pretty short right then.]

No, I haven't, but I doubt I'd see anything surprising.

[Oh, those. She sets her measuring tape down, and with a sigh, she offers her hand for him to poke it.]

Beans, pads, any of it is fine. I've had them for a few months, so not as much. I learned to work around them, like I have around my wings and tail.

So yes, you can touch them to get your curiosity out of the way.

[They're very soft.]

[ Someone else might have been sheepish for being rightfully called out on their desire to touch the toe beans. Stiles is not someone else; with a bright grin, he immediately takes Caren up on her offer and reaches out to investigate the padding. Though he hasn’t had too much experience with cats (his energy levels tend to dissuade them from approaching him), he’s delighted by the similarity. ]

Wow, they’re so soft!

[ Even Stiles has some level of social grace. After a moment of testing the texture, he leaves her hands be. ]

It sounds like your transformation was, uh – [ Well, she mentioned blood. ] – not fun. But the results are pretty cool. You’re a Chimera, right? Hey, random question, but were you a chimera back home too? Like, did you ever have a transplant or graft? Ever absorb your unborn twin in utero?

[ Peak Stiles Stilinski, tbh. ]

[Annnnd he went for it. She thought that he might. This was also the guy who spoke to Moses to Ozy after all. But she doesn't mind. It's just a lot of poking and prodding that she can feel through her fingers.

And once he's done, her hand starts to drop and then-he has to ask that.

With a sigh she. Moves to plant her hand on his face gently, and gives him a gentle push.]

If you must know, I am not, in any way, shape, or form. If you're wondering about my hair, it's genetic.

[ Listen, The Prince of Egypt is a classic and Ozymandias doesn’t know what he’s missing.

Stiles blinks at the hand as it approaches his face. Weird, this doesn’t seem to be part of the measuring process. When she just shoves at him a bit, he squawks in protest. ]

No, I was actually wondering because of something in my own world. [ Straightening, he gives her strange-colored hair a cursory look. ] Back home, chimeras were created. But only people who were genetic chimeras were chosen for the experiments.

Do people ask about your hair a lot?

[Yeah, that's a sore spot for him, just a bit, even if the music is great.

But after a quiet huff, she went back to actually start using the measuring tape to get his collar, his shoulders, and his upper arms. Just the quick basics.]

No, people don't ask about my hair very much. My eyes were gold too, before they were changed, but they didn't ask about them either.

There's no genetic chimeras that I'm aware of in my world, not unless you mean the blend of human and divine. And calling them that...that would be a good way to die quickly, or die a long, suffering death.

[ The idea that her hair and eye color are natural is strange, though Stiles is learning that other realities are far different from his own. ]

…“The blend of human and divine?” [ he echoes with skeptical confusion. ] Like, demigods?

Close enough. Least, we can use the word 'demigods' for this conversation.

Though naturally, there haven't been demigods since the end of the Age of Gods, and that was, oh...about at the dawn of Ancient Civilization.

So you can say they don't exist in the modern day.

[ This is not making much sense to Stiles, who just blinks in mild confusion. ]

…Okay, so if they don’t exist in modern day, what’s the harm in calling them chimeras? How’re they going to smite me if they don’t exist anymore?

Because they still exist, just in a different way. Our world is different from other worlds, as there is this...space something outside of normal space and time. And under special circumstances, people can summon the semi divines, the mostly divines, the mundane of past and future.

And some of those chimeras, as you call them, are here, and tend to follow the old rules. Have you ever read Greek mythology? Or have it, where you're from?

[ “Space something.” He closes his eyes, counts to five, then replays what she’s said in his mind; nope, still nonsensical. At least he can answer the question easily enough. ]

Yeah. I’m from a version of Earth. Twenty-first century, if that helps. Why?

They still hold a lot of the old mindsets, similar to what you may remember from your classes. As in hospitality...smiting those who offend them...so on and so forth.

To put it as gently as possible, you could be putting yourself in fatal danger if you're not careful.

[ This is beginning to sound very familiar. ]

…I talked with a guy like that, actually, [ he admits, thoughtful. ] Claimed he was Ozymandias, as in Ramesses II.

He is Ozymandias.

[Her tone implies you dummy. Sorry Silas.]

[ Silas rolls his eyes heavenward. ]

Yeah, yeah. I get it. So, I’m guessing you’re from that world too? The one with heroic spirits?

A world, since there seems to be more then one.

Who told you about heroic spirits?

[ That’s a detail he definitely didn’t know. So, heroic spirits aren’t necessarily all from the same world? Weird. ]

Uh…Marie Antoinette explained them to me. Then I asked Ozymandias if he was one.

[ It occurs to Stiles now that this young woman may also be a prominent historical figure. Eyes widening, he studies her more closely. ]

Who are you, by the way? You can call me Stiles.

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