march catch-all!

[eyeforaneye]

Who: Sasuke Uchiha and YOU
When: March
Where: Various locations about the city and possibly beyond
What: March catch-all!
Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence.

[ Full Moon ]

[ There’s no explicit reason why Sasuke Uchiha of all people is sitting in a bar on the night of the full moon. Maybe he just wanted a distraction from the way his insides seem to be constricting around themselves. Maybe he wanted to get away from the particular type of cloying, insincere sort of teasing that his roommate Jack loves to plague him with. Either way, all roads lead to him sipping water at the bar-top, flashing the bartender an almost warning look when he approaches with a glass of something decidedly stronger.

"It’s a gift from the–" ] Don’t. Set it down if you have to, but I don’t want details.

[ He’s in too poor a mood thanks to his physical condition to be overly grateful, something he already wouldn’t manage on a good day. Instead he turns to the person next to him, pushing that glass along towards them. ]

Here. You take it. [ Please. Get hammered in solidarity. ]


[ Echolocation ]

[ There’s a voice you’ll hear from nearby. Deep. Emotionless. And yet somehow? Critical. It’s hard to tell at first where it comes from, though it seems close to ear-level in spite of no humans speaking in that tone in the general vicinity. And whatever it is you’re doing, it’s critiquing.

Perhaps you’re selecting a shirt at a clothes store, holding it up for inspection. Then you’ll hear: ] That color doesn’t suit you, and neither does the cut.

[ Maybe you’re studying magic after class, in which case there’ll be a distinct: ] You’ve been on that page for a while. Surprising.

[ Or maybe you’re doing any of your other normal daily activities when that voice decides to comment unnecessarily, and upon close enough inspection you just might find out where it’s coming from. Perched on a shelf, a desk, a rooftop shingle, or elsewhere, is a tiny, one-winged bat. And it has an attitude. ]

[ Wildcard ]

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closed to Jonas and Stiles

[eyeforaneye]

[ The full moon had sapped him of any strength he’d built up following his return to the city, from an agonizing start to the night when it’d first grown dark – aches and pains, extreme fatigue, and agitation – that had culminated in a few unpleasant encounters and a significant loss of blood. Now that it’s morning? The drain is even more pronounced, and in no way helped along by the sunbeam in which he’s currently resting.

Not as a man.

But as a tiny bat, one missing the majority of its left wing and left a disoriented, barely crawling mess on cobblestones that are gradually heating up. It’s clear he’s struggling though it isn’t immediately apparent that this injury is an old one, just enough of an impediment to make his hobble forward even slower and less effective. ]

[coherer]

(extremely careful to follow the advice of his monster friends and not venture out with the moon high, jonas emerges from the cottage thinking it well and truly safe to venture out for more rolling papers. he couldn't sleep—worried, restless, and overheated for reasons he's too frazzled to dwell on—so his day's shopping's done quite early.

certainly before the setup of the eostre festivals, distracted enough by the hanging of some decorations that his foot lands a bit too close to a tiny brown lump on the cobblestone.)

Woah– (blurted at his immediate stagger backwards, the tote bag on his arm wheeling before coming to a stop at his hip where it's grabbed and hiked back onto his shoulder.) Jesus, did I step on it?

(immediately dropping into a crouch over the mangled bat. soft hushes leave him subconsciously, as though trying to convince the poor thing he's not out to get him or make his bad situation any worse. fuck, he's pretty messed up, isn't he? did a particularly vengeful dog get him, or that fat orange cat he's seen prowling around for big, juicy bumble bees to smack off of their flowers?)

... look at you. (offers a finger out like a dumb-ass.) It's okay, little guy...

[eyeforaneye]

[ The sound that comes out his mouth is truly pitiful, a dehydrated, raspy little squall that's about as loud as he is big. In other words, easy to miss. His good wing flaps once, an instinctive reaction to a much larger creature suddenly blocking the light and crouching close to him, before its claw is attempting to hook that finger as it moves too close.

The voice, even to his addled mind, is familiar. Something good, which is about as far as he can get right now.

Henge did not prepare him for having a bat brain. ]

[coherer]

(the tip of the bat claw balances on the pad of his finger, and jonas is bowing his head against his forearm to hide how instant a knockout the gesture is. he completes the tiny handshake with a muffled "ugh," only looking up out of duty to his newest ward.

he needs to heal him up and get him home. god only knows how long he's been out here in the shape he's in. he needs water, food, shelter, and maybe a veterinarian if there are any available in the city.)

I'm gonna' pick you up now, okay? Don't be scared, I'm not gonna' hurt you. (letting the claw be his guide, jonas flattens the back of his hand onto warm stone and sort of... taps at the bat's wee rump... until it's bumped onto his palm.) C'mere, baby bat. Geeently– there we go. O-kay.

(cups him as gingerly as he can manage, bringing him high above the world as he straightens.)

closed to Stiles

[eyeforaneye]

[ Get ready for a text at 7:30 am, courtesy of one Sasuke Uchiha. ]

Stiles, we need to plan for your training. Any personal events that have occurred shouldn't be allowed to impact your safety.

[ Like, say, the awkwardness of the bat situation or other significant issues that may or may not have cropped up. ]

[mensrea]

If my body was still on a diurnal cycle, you'd be receiving a photo of my middle finger right now.

[ But he's not and so the text fortunately doesn't wake him. ]

What exactly do we need to plan? You still haven't told me what this involves.

[eyeforaneye]

I chose this time specifically because I thought it would be convenient for you.

[ Sasuke? Is getting more and more tired by the second, but that's never stopped him before. ]

You wanted to do what I did. I obtained the weapons we'll need, so now all that's required is a time and place.

[mensrea]

[ Stiles isn’t entirely sure what that implies – that Sasuke thought he would be waking up around now or that he’d still be awake – but he does trust that the other teen’s intentions weren’t actually spiteful. Probably. ]

What weapons are we talking about? You remember the story I told you about with my dad, right? I’m kind of accident prone. Please don’t give me anything pointy.

How much space do we need?

echolocation

[blankpieces]

[A familiar face, though now covered in scales, jerks toward the sound. Unblinking red eyes focus on the speaker and slanted pupils immediately narrow even thinner.

Near has been trying to staunch weird cravings for days, before and after his disturbing shedding transformation that doesn't yet have a log. Possibly the worst thing to appear as before him right now is some form of rodent.

He makes a swipe in the bat's direction, apparently not even caring that it might be sentient.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ First of all? Rude. Secondly, you aren't the first snake to try to end him and you will not be the last. He almost immediately skitters back beyond reach, single clawed wing grasping for purchase to help him disappear deeper into cover. ]

And you're slow, beyond that. Are you really unable to recognize my voice?

Do I need to continue criticizing you before you realize?

[blankpieces]

[It's that last question that sets off something in Near's mind and stops him from swiping again. The rush of adrenaline and the bestial hunter's mindset he'd momentarily fallen into has his heart pounding and his breaths quickened.

He's being chastised for something. For his actions. What is he doing? The fact that he has to ask himself this makes him realize that he'd momentarily lost himself, and that makes him angrier than anything. He greatly values his self-control.

Clenching his fists tightly at his sides, he takes a deep breath. The clothing he'd been looking at lays forgotten on the floor. It, and Sasuke's opinion of it, didn't matter to him much in the first place.]

Why... are you a bat. [The words come out a bit strained, and he's quick to add to them.] In here. [Of course he knows why he'd be a bat in general. It's a monster trait specific to vampires. Climbing around as a tiny flightless creature in a clothing store seems a bit awkward, though. And a little distasteful.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ Near runs through the gamut of emotions that Sasuke himself regularly associates with a full loss of control: there's the surprise, confusion, self-realization, quiet loathing, then resolve. The "I'll deal with this later" sort of calm. The "this isn't for him to see" kind of composure. ]

Because acclimating myself to this form and to what I'll become makes it easier to adjust to it. [ He'd suggest Near keep that in mind if he were feeling even more catty, but this doesn't seem to be the time to push him. He'll admit to his own physical disadvantage here, after all. ]

In a word, I'm practicing.

Echolocation

[stopfen]

[Wow...

Mikasa wasn't the most fashionable. There hadn't been much of a choice before, and she had a preference for practicality. So she was just looking at the large men's shirt, that was at least one size too big for her. Disregarding the difference in cuts.

Her antenna twitch, awkwardly attempting to point at him even though they're too short. But they still aiming in his direction. Not that Mikasa can actually pin a person to the scent. She was too new to that to do much more other than locate him. But she does recognise the voice. Enough to not turn to it.]

...How do you know it's for me?

[eyeforaneye]

Because you look like you'd pick out clothes in unsuitable colors and cuts, [ comes the return barb, not missing a beat.

The disembodied voice seems to be emanating from the top rack of clothes, out of reach to all but the tallest of patrons. And perched on top? That tiny bat, adorable... and dickish. ]

You're in the men's section, besides.

[stopfen]

[....Again, wow. That barb is kinda out there. To the point it takes a moment for Mikasa to get the meaning.]

Wouldn't that be even more of an indication that it's not for me? [But she's not deterred from this shirt.] I can sew, the extra fabric will come in useful when more of my changes happen. [AKA...She's being a cheapskate-

Then her pupils expand when she spots him. And they stare up, unblinking. The voice didn't make it any less cute. Or tiny. And tiny meant defen- Nope, the fae is shaking her head. Pupils contracting again to a human size. Even if her iris already gave her away as something other.]

Big words, for someone so small...And lacking pants.

1/2

[eyeforaneye]

[ how dare you ]

full moon

[itsjiaheng]

[ at least so far, jongdae's been the sort of neighbour you can ignore. he's been quiet and fairly still because still is easy and he's in one of his in-between periods where he feels more like garbage than he has been and he has to take a break.

he's got one arm draped over the bar to rest his head on while he holds the straw he's busy gnawing on in the other hand. sitting still is easy but also excruciatingly boring. this is also not his first straw.

for lack of anything better to do (and the fact that he's just nosy in the first place..) he perks up a little when the bartender brings over the glass, mostly because he heard the word gift. ]

Wait—.. people just buy you drinks for nothing?

[ jongdae's sitting up now — because he can dig deep to find the strength when the drinks are free — and reaches over with both hands to bring the glass even closer to him. it's his now. even if for some reason sasuke wanted to change is mind.. well too bad. he can't. ]

[eyeforaneye]

No, [ he returns morosely, dark gaze settled on nothing in particular. Fuck. He wants a straw to chew on too. Why is everything such a goddamn pain right now. ]

Whoever bought me this drink either wants to use me for sexual gratification or it's some kind of social statement or joke. It's not flattery, it's an attempt at an exchange I didn't agree to. If you drink it, it's not wasted and I'm not expected to do something I don't want to do.

[ Like fuck a random stranger. Especially when he'd be more tempted to eat one. ]

[itsjiaheng]

[ jongdae looks disgusted in the way someone might look disgusted when situations like being used for sexual gratification aren't really an option for them on a regular day. he can totally understand why someone wouldn't want that, but also having the ability to choose is another priviledge.

surely he's wondering what sasuke must have that he doesn't. HMM. ]

What a problem to have..

[ he takes a big sip of the drink, looking all around at everyone sitting at the bar. whoever had bought the drink was probably watching to see if their gift had been accepted and sure to be disappointed to catch jongdae's eye instead especially because he threw in a spicy eyebrow wiggle too. which as we all know: panty dropper. ]

So why are you here if it's not to take advantage of things people usually come to bars for..?

[ because he's nosy and has to ask now since he's not the only one doing it. ]

Echolocation

[yesdoubt]

[Momo is in the magic studying department, in the Coven library and trying to dig up some information on the Abjuration flavour of healing. He's copying some of it down into another book he has next to him so he doesn't have to take the entire book longer-term, so he's definitely on one page for a while, and when he hears that voice, he looks up, blinks, and frowns more in confusion than any concern about being judged.

And then he looks around and spots the little bat on a nearby desk. He gets up immediately - but he still doesn't look angry. Largely because he's too busy looking like his day just got made five times, and he darts over to come coo at Sasuke's tiny bat form in his fullest, cutesiest manner.]

Ah, you're so cuuuuuute! [Insult? What insult, this is adorable. Ignoring the fact that Momo has a sneaking suspicion that if the bat is being antisocial, they're probably going to be the kind of person to take being called cute as a return insult. So he just keeps right on with that approach.] Can I pet you?

[eyeforaneye]

[ Oh... why... his ears are ringing, and given their considerable size now that's saying a lot. He lifts that little head, single wing scraping at the desk as he tries to straighten up when Momo approaches. Almost like he expects a confrontation.

And then he gets that. ]

Of course not. Don't be ridiculous, Momo.

Go back to your work; the point of this was to motivate you.

[yesdoubt]

[Momo pulls a rather theatrical pout at that, though it turns into more of a parental scolding expression a moment later, like Sasuke has missed some crucial thing he now needs to be schooled about. Despite the fact that it took Momo this long to realise the bat was Sasuke.] Making deadpan comments at people isn't very motivating, though...if you want to motivate people, you have to give them something to work towards, or a reward for their work to make them happy! Like letting me pet you, that would have totally been a hundred times more motivating.

[Momo crouches down by the desk, "walking" his hand across it towards bat Sasuke. It's slow, since he doesn't want to startle someone he knows is a bit paranoid, but it's still inching closer as he goes.]

closed to Jack

[eyeforaneye]

[ Domestic life with Jack? Far from ideal, he quickly decides, but he credits himself as a bit of a martyr about the whole issue and it makes it more bearable. After all, if he weren't the one near Jack, someone else would have to be. Isn't he doing some kind of service for the community as a whole?

That's what he wants to believe, at least, while sitting at the dining room table and eyeing the other man in the kitchen. Ugh. ]

You put the mug in the wrong cabinet. Again.

Do I need to label everything?

[momental]

Of course I did, it's the mug I most commonly use and the space where I most commonly go to fetch it from. And if you're really this dead-set on imposing some manner of ridiculous "order" on every inch of this house, I'm going to fling you off the roof.

[ he says it all without drawing additional breath, or losing any amount of that feral-bright cheer of his. just another day in the kearns-uchiha household. his favored place to sit happens to be the countertop, with his ankles crossed primly and nothing about him screaming "upper crust" beyond his posh-adjacent accent. ]

Darling Sasuke, are you lonely? Is this why you're acting out? I am afraid I can't spend every waking moment of the evening with you. I must work, or risk stagnation.

[eyeforaneye]

Your self-confidence is praiseworthy but your delusion? Pitiable. [ Try to throw me off the roof, bitch. Try it.

Sasuke's gaze refuses to leave his roommate, disdain eking from him. The posture. The teasing. The mug. What a bastard he's turned out to be, which should be a surprise to absolutely no one. Uchiha Sasuke isn't a man of optimism, and yet still here he is managing to be disappointed. ]

It's the opposite. I find I have more company than I need or want.

But I'm coping with it.