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 ]

[ WILDCARD, please hit me up at pyrrhic or on discord at pyrrhicbattles#0508 if you want to plan anything unique! I’m happy to write specific starters and would love new and old cr both! ]

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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.)

[eyeforaneye]

[ The words come in garbled, a clashing mess of syllables in over-sized ears. And then...

Jonas prods at his rear in a way that earns him another startled squawk, tiny teeth glistening as he makes his displeasure known to the heavens. Curse you, Jonas Ward. This will forever be blazed into his memory and not in a good way... but nevertheless it succeeds in getting him to scuttle onto his hand with considerable difficulty, that single claw hanging on for dear life.

Balance? We don't know her. ]

[coherer]

(sasuke's ascension ends when his big-little ears are guided to the centre of a warm chest, coddled and cooed shamelessly at. he's alone, it's no problem, and the cottage is only a short walk away. suspiciously plot convenient that the bat should find himself only a few blocks from shelter.)

Time for some TLC, huh? Can't do much about the wing, though... (que sera sera, jonas thinks, considering it a regrettable loss but ultimately lucky that his pal made it out alive.

familiar, cool energy sinks into their points of contact at a quiet, pleasantly hummed tune. it results in light diffusing against the underside of his chin, glowing between them as he continues the mindless song with a searching look down the street, doing his best to remember one of stiles' shortcuts back through the haven.)

... guess you'll stay with Uncle Stiles and I if you can't fly. Whaddaya' think?

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]

[ That single wing flaps more aggressively as he's raised far, far away from the ground. Sure, there was no safety to be had there, but now he's at a considerably greater risk of falling from a height he's not prepared for. It stays raised fractionally even when he's tucked against Jonas's chest, clearly trying to seek out that balance he sorely lacks.

Then comes a wash of healing energy that massages away some of his stress, suddenly less concerned with dying and more concerned with his own tiredness. He's... exhausted, and it's all finally catching up to him as that shaky little head lowers onto Jonas's palm.

You've been accepted. ]

[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?

[coherer]

(blessed by the bat (he'll be coming up with a suitable name as soon as he confers with "uncle" stiles), jonas' stride quickens. the poor thing doesn't seem to be able to keep his wee head up any longer, which lights a proverbial fire under his ass.

he's through the gate and walking down the rock path in record time, jangling keys against the door.)

C'mon, damn it– there. (frees the door from its nasty stick, the old thing creaking on its hinges, closing it behind them with an unnecessary shush down at the bat. gotta' make sure he's safe, happy, and comfortable there against his shirt, wondering if a bare wing is cold or if he should swaddle him in something. maybe stiles knows.)

Stiles? Stiles, man, can you come down here a sec? I-I– well, you'll see. (leaves his bag of cigarette trimmings by the wayside, ducking into the living room with a smoochy noise at sasuke.) Was that loud? I bet it was; you've got such big ears. Yes, you do.

–dude, I found like, a bat!

[mensrea]

[ The clamor downstairs jerks Stiles awake from a short-lived, restless bout of sleep. Groggy and grumpy, he pulls on a hoodie before exiting his room to see what’s happening. Exhaustion has worn him thin, his thoughts little more than a confused slur of images as he makes his way downstairs. The back of his hands are a raw red, scratched to the point of broken skin; new, thin hairs are poking through the inflamed area – the latest gift of Aefenglom’s full moon. ]

M’here, [ comes the unenthusiastic mumble once he reaches the landing. ] Where…oh, hey.

[ Stiles shuffles into the living room, peering at Jonas’ back. A dull curiosity starts to wake him up properly. ]

What’re you – oh, dude! [ The bat has finally come into view, and Stiles is immediately charmed by its overlarge ears and soft fur. ] Holy shit, how…what happened? Did you just find it?

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]

Why would I train with things that weren't "pointy"?

[ Seriously, what do you think he had, brass knuckles and a lead pipe? ]

Given that and your answer, I'd say we need substantial room. At least a good-sized yard.

[eyeforaneye]

[ Another familiar voice comes in through the fog of blood loss and over-exertion. Both are loud and yet the over-stimulation doesn't bother him as much as it should, managing another muted screech in protest but that's about all he has the energy for.

That, and another annoyed wing flap. It would be a way more impressive thwump to lay down the law if he weren't approximately four inches long. Please clap. ]

[mensrea]

I don’t want to mess up our backyard doing whatever it is you're going to have me do.

[ “Our” being his and Jonas’, of course. ]

What about the harbor? There’s a ton of space there. And also the ocean, if I need to drown myself when this all inevitably blows up in my face.

[eyeforaneye]

Too much wind. You'll be terrible.

[ Wooo, yeeeeah, go Stiles, I support you, you'll be great. ]

Perhaps just outside the wall. We'll be undisturbed, and if a Shade shows up it'll be good for me to get to stretch my legs.

[mensrea]

“Oh noooo Stiles don’t talk about throwing yourself into the ocean, you’ll be fine!” You’re already the worst coach I’ve had and that’s saying something.

Dude… If you seriously think you can keep an eye on me AND an eye out for Shades? Fine. But just a reminder that I’ll be absolutely useless in a fight. I won’t be able to back you up.

[ He’ll try, regardless, but that’s beside the point. ]

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?

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]

Do your coaches normally give special attention to your obvious bluffs and let them distract from the point? Sounds like a waste of time.

Either way, I don't think that I can. I know that I can. Have more faith in a man you're allowing to teach you.

[mensrea]

Maybe a waste of time for you. But this is all about my personal growth, right? So why don’t you do a guy a favor and appeal to his poor, abused ego.

It’s a math equation. Faith in your ability to teach me minus faith in my knowledge that this is going to be a disaster. The result is a negative number.

[ Then, to make it clear he’s not actually refusing: ]

When are we doing this?

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]

I'd rather break your spirit and let you rebuild yourself with determination, since you promised me dedication.

[ tbfh ]

When you realize that my ability is much greater than you're assuming it is, I'll be ready to meet with you. I would suggest you find your faith sometime today, since I'm free.