(open) i paced around for hours on empty, i jumped at the slightest of sounds

[mensrea]

Who: Stiles Stilinski and YOU
When: Night of Aereuer 8 (full moon)
Where: Various spots in Aefenglom
What: Semi-feral Arachne party games on a very special 18th birthday
Warnings: Language, animal death

[ After escaping from Sheva in the Wildes and absconding to Aefenglom, Stiles begins his hunt. Honestly, he’s not quite sure what he’s exactly on the hunt for – only that there’s a voracious hunger rising within him, an appetite that won’t be whetted by just any meal. And so, humming the happy birthday tune to himself loudly and offkey, he prowls from district to district from the city skyline. Those eight spider legs carry him vertically up edifices with no apparent effort, even make impressive leaps across significant distances between buildings. The sense of fear that usually holds Stiles back is gone; uninhibited, he experiments with his superhuman abilities in boyish delight, that joy tempered only by the unkind, savage grin stretching his mouth too wide. ]

It’s my party and I can cry if I want to, [ comes one such inspired ballad, interrupted by his sniggering as he swings upside down from where he’s currently perched. ] Cry if I want to, cry if I want to!

[ That’s if you’re lucky. Sometimes it’s – ]

It’s yo birthday, so I know you wanna ri-i-i-ide out. [ There’s a dog howling somewhere nearby in sympathy. ] Even if we only go to my-y-y-y house.

[ During the night, Stiles will make a nuisance of himself. Expect to find him cavorting through the streets doing eight-legged cartwheels, singing obnoxiously despite the hour, spinning webs in inconvenient locations, dropping by homes to pay friends unexpected house calls, etc. ]

( ooc | Full Moon Shift appearance details, CR & plotting comment, and info & permissions page. Stiles will not be hurting anyone. If threatened with violence, his Arachne instincts will force him to flee the scene. If you want to figure out a specific prompt for your character, hit me up! )

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[plasticasshole]

Whenever I'm in the water.

[Connor doesn't quite catch on to the lack of enthusiasm.]

Though they're longer on the full moons.

[Not long enough to impair his speech, but long enough to look kind of creepy when he smiles.]

Which Monster would you have picked if you were given a choice? Or would you have preferred to be a Witch?

[mensrea]

[ Good to know. Stiles makes a mental note to avoid Connor when the android is in the water – those teeth really make him uncomfortable. ]

Witch. [ Which isn’t to say he doesn’t have issues with magic, because he does. It’s a love-hate relationship. ] If I had to be a Monster? Dragon. Definitely a Dragon.

[ They’re so badass! ]

[plasticasshole]

I've known a couple of Dragons. The changes seem inconvenient, especially the wings.

[But he can at least agree that they're kind of cool.]

I'd probably have chosen Witch too, though. My magic is limited as a Merrow, and it seems like so much fun...

[He says it wistfully, smiling slightly. The things he could do with magic...]

[mensrea]

[ Meanwhile, the wings seem far more preferable to Stiles, who has to deal with the unwieldy and cumbersome addition of eight long Arachne legs. At least then he could fly. Or wrap himself up in a wing-cloak the way they used to do in Gargoyles. He reiterates, so badass. ]

Right… Merrow can do some magic. [ That’s something that came up in his research on Monsters. ] Ha, a robot mermaid that can do actual magic. What a world. So! What can you do?

[plasticasshole]

It's limited. Things like hardening water for light attacks, if you're talking about water magic. But my songs, while I'm wet, can lure people in against their will. And I can give underwater breathing to another with a kiss... but only my Bonded.

[He uses some of that magic now to wet himself down again with the pool water while he sits on the edge of it. Drying out in this form is very uncomfortable.]

[mensrea]

[ Stiles nods; most of this he knew, though he’s never seen (or heard) any of the abilities in action. The underwater breathing sounds useful, if sadly situational. Still, all of this remains vastly superior to what he’s able to do with magic as an Arachne: nothing. Too bad about the mobility, though. ]

Have you tried the kiss thing? [ he asks teasingly. ] With your very first friend?

[plasticasshole]

Yes, I have. With previous Bonded, too. I can confirm it works.

[His tail swishes playfully in the water, and he smirks slightly.]

I do wish it worked with everyone, though.

[mensrea]

[ Stiles deflates a bit – teasing is less fun when the other person doesn’t get embarrassed. Oh well. He’ll simply need to find a better topic to needle Connor on…for next time. ]

Yeah, drowning totally sucks. [ Real poignant, Stiles. ] Alright. Time for me to scoot.

[ From where he’s still seated on the lawn, he lets the Arachne limbs push him off the ground and into the air. Stiles makes a show of stretching his limbs, momentarily forgetting that Connor can’t see him. ]

Glad I finally got to meet you, dude. I’ll catch you around.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor seems a little sad that he's leaving, but still lifts a hand to wave.]

Maybe the next time we meet, I'll be able to see you.

[He likes to be able to put faces to the people he knows.]

Thanks for talking to me.

[mensrea]

I’ll make sure to introduce myself again if I see you in the city, [ he offers, waving with all ten limbs now. ] Think about the scooter idea thing! See ya!

[ And then he’s off to cause more mayhem, this time singing a new song. ]