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Aereuer catch all

Who: Mikasa and whoever
When: Throughout the month
Where: Various
What: Quests, full moon and memories for the event. Possibly closed prompts for somethings too.
Warnings: Will be added as needed

Full moon 8th - fairy rings

[It had been vague, but Mikasa had mentioned it. Needing money for food, asking for easy and filling recipes on the network. But she had been eating a lot more than she would normally. She wanted to put it down to the amount of food available, that she was making up for missing out so much when she was younger.

But the full moon seemed to make it worse. That was when most of her changes had been happening, the extra energy was needed to start them. And accelerated chitin growth on her knees had taken a lot of her. The fae didn’t fancy being near people, preferring to be hidden at this time. Not that she’d had much of a choice there. The night before had been interesting enough, even to her foggy mind. And she’d spent most of the next day(and her money) eating.

It had left the fae oddly giddy for the next night. There was none of the annoyed hunting from the previous full moon. Only a overly energetic fae who was jumping around the small clearing. At first glance, there wasn’t a pattern, not from her movement at least. But the grass beneath her feet seemed to darken.

It was possible to cross the darker grass, but there was a resistance. Pushing against that invisible wall would get the fae’s unblinking stare very quickly. Those who put more force in, would suddenly hear a snort from Mikasa, then the barrier would disappear suddenly under their weight. Those who were more cautious would find that the barrier remained and wouldn’t let them past.

…Though particularly fiery, chilly or people just wearing a lot of iron would easily break through. Earning a yelp from the fae.]

Dream a little dream

[Mikasa wasn't sure what to make of suddenly waking up here again. The last time she'd been in the Looking-glass house had been the day she'd arrived. After checking she couldn't just step back through her mirror, she'd left in search of information. So the room gets a wander, a few mirrors get poked.

Then Mikasa works out what is happening. At that point she’s blocking her mirror. Arms crossed and frowning at anyone who got too close. To most it was probably plain, to some it might have blades, a penknife. Ones who knew her, would find small animals, forest life, plants and sewing equipment. But that didn’t matter, she wasn’t letting people past. They’d have to sneak by, or push through.]

{{OOC note - These are the open memories I'm fine with anyone seeing. More detail can be gained if characters want to explore though. Closed prompts are going to be slightly later.}}

The tiniest bodyguard

[It was a seemingly warm and normal day. As two children ran down the streets. A long haired girl in a white dress and cardigan, a boy who hadn’t changed his style in ten years. But they were running, then a yell echoed out from an alleyway. The boy is the first to respond, yelling back while the girl remained silent hanging behind him as he made it round the corner.]

Knock it off! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?

It’s Eren! Now’s our chance to kick the bastard’s ass haha- [Then the girl got to the alley’s entrance. Earning a scream from the jeering bullies. As they turned and started running.] Screw that, Mikasa’s with him!

[The bullies scattered, leaving their victim crumpled on the floor wheezing for air. A smaller, blond boy, crying with bruised cheeks.]

They- They took one look at me and ran!

M-more…like they saw Mikasa…Ugh

[Mikasa still hadn’t said anything. Only tilting her head over the Eren’s shoulder to peer at the other boy. Eyebrows tilting in concern.]

Do you even lift?

[They’d spent most of their training years, well, training. And this day was one of the few exceptions, a day for doing odd chores. In Mikasa and another boy(That some my recognise)’s case, they were packing a wooden cart with crates. The boy was he strained himself trying to lift a single crate.

The same kind of crate that Mikasa was just casually carrying three of with no issues. Getting a splutter from the boy. Then she just plonks them down with enough force for the cart to move. Then she reached for Eren’s crate, only for him to shove her away by the shoulders.]

Leave it!

Teen Mikasa had zero chill

Blow him up now! While he’s in human form!

[There was a lot of faces looking at the three teens. All in varying states of panic and fear. They were either focused on the boy who was missing a sleeve and a pant leg, or the bearded man who was doing the yelling. When some of the people turned to follow out their orders, Mikasa took a few steps forward, scarless face set in a grim frown as she drew two long, thin blades from her side. Ones that were much longer than the ones she’d had when she’d left her mirror two months ago.]

My specialty is lacerating flesh… If necessary, I can display that talent… So if there’s anyone who’d like to experience it…Please…Step right up…

[That got the crowd to redirect their fear, a shiver running through the group.]

The giant chicken titan- Yeaah CW- Body horror and the normal AoT is gory warning

[Blistering heat, smoke from the cannons, yelling. Mikasa and most of the others were waiting, trying to spot if the cannons had done anything. Then there was a deep, grumbling and gurgling cry as a massive hand appeared through the smoke. It landed on the high wall they stood on, crushing a cannon and wrapping the track it was attached to.

Then the creature hauled itself up twice the height of the wall and it wasn’t even standing and oh…oh it was missing a lot. With arms and legs too short to walk on, it had grinded it’s face and front until they were, mostly non-existent. There was nothing to stop the internal organs becoming external and landing on some poor soldiers who were too stunned to move.

At that point Mikasa and the others start moving, dunking buckets of water on themselves to prevent the heat from burning them.]

Questing

Hold the borb! Potential CW for AoT's everything

[Mikasa had been pretty cagey about where she was from. That came with being from a place that was almost universally hated. She'd gotten slightly more willing to talk, even if it wasn't by much, once she realised no one knew anything. That words like Marley and Titan meant nothing to them. So while she hadn't gone into full detail, like explaining which country she was from, she'd mentioned a few others.

But...She really couldn't say no to those big owlish eyes. Not when they peered up at her from a round fluffy body or when the owner asked to be held.

The entire time this little group of mirrorbound had been talked into meeting with the harpy, Mikasa had remained silent. Just watching the birb, but now it was her turn. She hesitates, frowning slightly. ]

Uh...Where I'm from, there are creatures that eat people...

[It gets an encouraging feather ruffle from the harpy. But Mikasa's still paused, thinking how to describe everything. Then, looking at the rest of the group, help?]

Day tripping taken too literally

[On paper, the job sounded rather simple. Take a load of rich kids outside of the bright wall. A part of Mikasa thought this was stupid, but outside the walls here was a lot less dangerous than the ones she’d known. And it seemed like this happened rather often, so she tags along.

The rowdier children would find that running off, got them absolutely nowhere. Mikasa wasn’t having that shit, she was just hauling them up on her shoulder. Letting them wiggle and kick out until they tire themselves out.

The pranksters however. They had a bit more luck. Because Mikasa, while she didn’t actively help at first. She spotted some of them being set up and was just nodding slightly. Mischief! But eventually she starts taking part. Moving things from their place, letting leaves and grass swing at people. Nothing dangerous, just slightly annoying.

If something happens, like a sudden shade or infected animal, all the silliness is thrown out. But for now she was very quickly being the pranksters’ favorite adult. When she went along with their pranks, of course.]

Pile's plants CW-gross cause mantis eat everything

[To anyone who had spoken to Mikasa enough for careers to pop up. She'd made her preference clear. She'd wanted a nice peaceful farming life. It was still pretty early in the growing season though, and she didn't have the money or the knowledge of this place's strange plants. So while she sorted the cottage garden she and Trucy shared. She'd work on others'.

Or that was the plan.

At the moment and for the last few minutes, she'd just been staring. Pupils blown out, antenna only moving in the slight breeze. Her attention focused on the butterfly that was wandering along a flower.

...

Suddenly, her hands lunge forward to grab it and bringing it to her mouth.

...Then her eyes slowly shrink back to a more human size as they flick to the other mirrorbound. Then the flower where the butterfly had been. And after a few moments, the realisation hits and her eyes widen, and the coughing and spluttering begins.

Maybe she go look for plants in the wilde instead of standing in the garden? ]

Wildcard
[For starting any other stuff discussed. My CR planning is here for general plans.]

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They had strings coming out of the top... [She held her hands up in front of her, connecting her thumbs and pointer fingers to show him an approximate size of the hat.]

I don't understand how they didn't fall off their heads.

[ Given the shrug, there's definitely no way that he can help you figure out these tiny little hats. ]

If it were in my world, there would be some magic keeping it there, most likely. It's pretty easy to get things tooled with magic a little. I couldn't say anything about your world, though.

We don't have magic... [They had titans and all their crap, but that wasn't magic. That was just ???] That's why the magic here is so confusing...

[She understood it a bit better now but still.]

Then you'd be really lost in my world. There's a lot more freedom with magic, and the variety is a lot wider.

[ It'd be a headache for you, basically. ]

[Thanks Judar. She was already lost.]

Them I'm fine sticking with this place. I'm still not sure how to use this magic I supposedly have. [But her antenna gave a flick.] I notice few things I didn't before.

Though it's annoying when people try to use illusions and tricks.

Which part of the magic?

[ Hey, he was a fully developed fae back in the dream. It accounts for... A blip of remembering the fae magic. It was certainly more useful to his needs than the plant and animal talking magic, that's for sure. ]

I remember seeing it as a weird film over the area. So while there was something, I couldn't tell what was supposed to happen. It was a really handy immunity to have.

Illusions. I managed to use it in the dream but... [She shrugged. She remembered how she'd done it, but it just didn't happen now. But she'd looked very different then.

Then he comments on the seeing through them and she snorts.]

I could see it slightly. It was strange, it was scaring someone and making them scream but I could hardly see it.

But the magic doesn't usually come in that quick, or all at once?

[ Yeah, he understood how that could go. Judar's 'magic' started with understanding animals in some basic ass way, and it took months more before he was doing anything effectively with plant magic. ]

Yeah, that's how I remember it being. At least it'll go easy when you figure out how to imbue things with luck, bad or good.

[ Well, it's as far as he got with the blessings, at least. ]

All I had to do then was picture what I wanted, but nothing has happened so far. [Not that she had much use for it. She wasn't creative enough, and something seemed off about using illusions with what the fake royal family had done. But for a moment, in the dream, it had been useful to hide her no human features. For now that just gets a sigh, it wasn't something she could change.]

I think I might have already done that... I'm not sure but some of the things I've sewn seem to do more than they should.

[Blankets she'd practice embroidery one being warmer than they should have. The little things.]

Yeah, but you were fully fae then, right?

[ Judar can only imagine that the magic develops and gets stronger the more you transform to your intended monster species, or breed, or whatever it's classified as. Even during the dream, he was full-on dragonfly fae when he'd been able to play around with the various magic they had. ]

Sometimes you can do it with things already made. I remember taking someone's pendant for that. I bet it lasts longer and is easier if it's something you make.

[He just got a nod there. She's had wings and the lot then, but that obviously wasn't the case now. The wings would have been hard to hide without an illusion.]

I'm not sure. I've only noticed it happen a few times, and I didn't mean to do it. Do these things get easier to control?

'Course they do. So will flying, when that finally starts being a thing. It'll be a mix of more practice and you developing further into the monster form.

[ He says as if he knows it as a fact. Well, it'd make sense, right? Especially for something that you'd have to get an actual feel for. ]

[She's silent. And after a good minute of silence, she groans, shoulders slumping. Just going to look away, please ignore the ear tips turning a little red.]

...The first thing I did in the dream after getting wings was hit a tree.

[no bully!]

[ Ah... See, he's getting some expressions, even if it's with more of the rest of her body than her face. Which makes him wonder what kind of facial expressions she does let people see, when they're managed. ]

Well, like I said. A mix of more practice with the other stuff.

[She still doesn't look, even if she lets out a small hum. Antenna twitching back to him. Those really did give away what she was paying attention to.]

...My wings were small, and...I'm heavy. So I don't think practice will do much.

[There was some reluctance in mentioning that part. It didn't bother her that much. Not anymore. But she wasn't sure what to make of people comparing her weight to others'.]

[ Heavy, huh? Judar's guessing, based on that other memory, that it's just from all that muscle. Fanalis could be pretty similar, for how much stronger they were than the average human. Something about being denser. ]

Well... Things don't always match up exactly with how they were in the dream. You might lose some heft with your height, or the wings might get stronger. At least enough to go short distances.

[She kind of doubted that. Her weight had been pretty consistent after joining the military. ]

It's strange. The other fae I've seen already have wings... Is it possible that I won't get them at all now?

[Not that he had really been there a lot longer than her. But there was a chance it might have met one.]

[ Well, it's not like she was going to stay the same exact weight with her size changing. Judar gained a little weight with his, to go with the added 4 inches, for example. ]

Some things take a long while to show up. I was in my fourth month before my legs and feet changed. Just wait until everything seems to be done before saying what you won't get.

[She'd actually prefer it if she didn't lose weight. While she didn't like the occasional comment. She did like having the bulk when she flung herself into people.]

By that timeline I should already be growing them. The shell is still growing too, how long does this normally last?

[Just sighs. A short sigh of someone whose tired of all this crap already.]

[ It'd still be bulky and about as dense as her original height. Just matching proportions, or something. Though he's not sure the flying thing is so much of a worry. He'd seen Cú flying around with someone in his arms. The fae wings are probably as strong as they needed to be. ]

Things are still changing and I'm six months in. With that in mind, you're definitely in for the long road of changes.

[ Lucky you, Mikasa ]

[She just blinks.] Great...

I thought you were done though. It doesn't look like much more of you can change...unless you grow a muzzle?

[And if she was honest. Completely honest, she wouldn't doubt that it could happen.]

I might be done now, or I might be going through more internal changes. I wasn't really expecting a bunch of fur to start falling out, but towards the end of last month...

[ He could pinch out bits of the greyish yellow fur. He hates it. After Caren tells him about curry combs, he's going to get right on that whole thing. ]

I figure I can say I'm done when things are pretty steady and stable for a couple months in a row.

And there's no way of knowing about internal changes... [She'd already worked that out. By speaking with a vampire and her own issues when it came to eating. ]

I wonder why it varies so much. [Not that she's expecting an answer there.]

Pretty much. They can be pretty subtle, like your skull getting harder right on the forehead.

[ Which he learned, alongside the sudden urge to headbutt people back during that whole mating season thing. People fractured their jaws and stuff. He was not expecting any of this. ]

Different monsters- different breeds in each monster species. Different kinds of people, having to change or tolerate different amounts of change. Aligning and structuring internal magical lines... There's a list of reasons.

[ Kind of like puberty. ]

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