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middaeg2020-03-09 08:48 pm
eyeforaneye) wrote in middaeg2020-03-09 08:48 pm
march catch-all!
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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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 ]
[ WILDCARD, please hit me up at