Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

[faileas]

Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

I. Boaltinn (1st - 3rd) Boaltinn comes around again. A handful of Mirrorbound will remember the holiday from last year, but for others, it will be brand new. In both Residential Districts, bonfires burn in central locations through the night, frequented by the residents celebrating another summer come to Aefenglom. Curiously, while last year the bonfires seemed quite segregated by human or Monster, this year, there is more of a noticeable mix at each, and Mirrorbound are invited to join the games and festivities quite happily. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire. The city has quite a bit to offer for this holiday: shared rose baths at public bathhouses and pleasure establishments that increase feelings of friendliness and talkativeness, poles draped in ribbons meant to be danced around, wrapping a ribbon around the pole to bring good luck for the summer, food stalls whose offerings are meant to be shared, and fortune-telling set up by Divination students of the Coven, who can tell your day is going to go. To see last year's Boaltinn prompts, you can take a glance right here! Much of it, including the bonfires, baths, and entertainments will be similar this year, so feel free to use those in your top levels.

II. An Unusual Arrival (3rd on) A full year from the arrival of the first group of Mirrorbound, the 1st passes quietly, with no one showing up in the mirror-lined halls of the Looking-Glass House. Dates and times are important in most kinds of magic, and this is strange enough that some Witches of the Coven get together on the night of the 3rd to try a probing ritual, attempting to gather some kind of clues that could be useful in prying out the cottage's secrets. Boaltinn is the best time for such things, when the boundaries are thinner, and magic is stronger. Those who are awake that night at 3 am might notice a pulse of harmless silvery light that spreads like ripples on water throughout the whole city, originating at the Looking-Glass House, but nothing further happens, and the Coven receives no answers. Well, nothing happens in the Looking-Glass House. Before long, the reports start coming in: people are emerging from mirrors, regular old mundane mirrors, all over the city. Anything with a particularly reflective surface could be an entry point for someone from another world! Inhabited homes, businesses closed and locked for the night, pools of still water in fountains or the river, these unorthodox Mirrorbound pop up anywhere and everywhere, causing chaos for the City Guard (folks aren't happy to find strangers in their bathrooms at 3 in the morning) and the Coven both. Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. If you are one of these unfortunate arrivals, it's likely a rude awakening for you, to find yourself somewhere inconvenient, somewhere other than where you've been. It only makes sense to be confused. Hopefully someone finds you and explains to you what's happened to you. Resident Mirrorbound will hear a message from Miss Nessie shortly after it begins, a call to arms: "Dears, I'm quite sorry to disturb you, but it seems your fellows are arriving elsewhere than the Looking-Glass House this month! We're trying to track them all down for the usual welcome, but we could use a hand or several! If you could just bring them by the Coven, the usual spot, that would be lovely." She'll give her usual orientation and pass out Watches, but no doubt the Mirrorbound will be more helpful in this regard, with so many arriving.

III. The Goblin Market (All Month) Life goes on in Aefenglom, despite the addition of so many new residents. With the City Guard decidedly busy dealing with the sudden flood of break-ins (or, more accurately, break-outs?), the vendors of the Goblin Market find opportunity to set up their stalls more openly than they have since the crack-downs some months ago. They pop up all over the city, but clustered more often in the Residential Districts and the Harbor District, where there are even fewer law enforcement agents out and about to run them off. These sellers, while not as devoid of morals as those major players of the Black Market, still have very few compunctions when it comes to lying, cheating, fencing stolen goods, and misrepresenting their wares to unsuspecting buyers. It's also the place to find those things that are- not quite legal, shall we say. They won't say a word if you don't. If confronted, they are quick to pack up their things and slip away, however; they know this city and its hiding places a lot better than you do. With a brand new batch of what the natives assume are Mirrorbound, many undergoing rapid transformations into their Monster forms, many of the wares on display are potions: supposed cure-alls for aches and itches, calming draughts for the full moon restlessness, some even claim their brews can halt changes entirely! Some concoctions are meant to increase a Witch's magical ability, or decrease it, or provide them a finer control. They offer potions that they say will eliminate the need for a Bond, or temporary Bonding potions of their own that they claim are more pure, stronger, than the ones offered by the Coven. Claims are only claims, though. A few remedies for the pain of changing or some regular temporary Bonding potions can be found here and there, but for every potion that works, there are twenty more that have less than pleasant side effects. A brew that will cause everything you touch to turn to solid gold for up to an hour; a potion that will invert your sense of direction - trying to turn right will make you turn left, trying to go forward will cause you to walk backward; a potion that will remove all traction from your feet, causing you to slide around as if cobblestone are the slickest ice. Worse, some shadier vendors sell things more sinister, including a potion that gives you the appearance of being moderately to heavily infected by the Cwyld. Even if you don't drink any, the vendors are not at all careful where they're sloshing those bottles around, trying to show them off, and they all activate on skin contact.

IV. A Wilde Hunt (7th - 22nd) All Mirrorbound, temporary or not, are likely to feel it. Monsters are always affected by the full moons, but this month, it is more. Stronger. Instincts rise to the surface as the Sisters emerge full and visible in the night sky, and for many Mirrorbound, they are undergoing rapid transformations into whatever type of Monster they are meant to be. Curiously, the natives get along like they usually do, noticing nothing out of the norm, other than the increased agitation and restlessness from Mirrorbound Monsters. Monsters' aggression fades when the Sisters start to wane, but as the new moons approach on the 22nd, Mirrorbound Witches will notice their magical reserves overfilling, and will find themselves stricken with the overwhelming urge to use it, until casting spells, pushing one's magical limits, is almost a compulsion. Those who are not in proper Witch-Monster Bonds will feel it even stronger, with no stabilizing magic to consume (for Monsters) or avenues to expend magic (for Witches) other than casting spells. (For those who are interested, the Coven does offer temporary Bonding potions which can be used to help alleviate the effects somewhat.) The Coven Witches notice the signs, and they take decisive action on the morning of the 6th, the day before the full moons. So many Mirrorbound, likely to be so heavily affected by the lunar cycle this month, many of them coming into new features and abilities at a breakneck pace, only spells danger for the city. They barricade off a massive chunk of Wilde outside Aefenglom, largely free of Cwyld and totally bereft of farms, homes, and Wilder outposts. They invite anyone who feels the effects of the moons too strongly to control to come out for a Hunt. The hunting grounds will be open nightly to anyone who needs to work off restless energy or overflowing magic; all participants will be warned that their safety cannot be guaranteed from others, but they won't be able to harm bystanders out here. The woods are thick, with the river cutting through them, and full of wildlife. There is room to run and chase prey, or room to play with your developing magic. Play cat and mouse with your friends or Bondmates, or stalk a stranger. If playing games isn't your thing, there is something else to hunt out here as well. With the deep Wilde entering into Winter, this patch of land so close to the city is much warmer, and fearsome Shades have emerged to search for prey. These were once living beings, Monsters, Witches, or animals, who have been overtaken by Cwyld infection long ago, leaving them dead but for the infection, white-eyed and seeking out sources of magic to consume and infect. Anything could become a Shade, but the most common out right now are the ferocious remains of bears, wolves, and nomadic Arachne and Turnskins. If not killed, these Shades threaten the people of the Outer City, when they inevitably escape the barricade. Careful to limit your contact, though; anyone infected upon their return to the gates will be escorted straight to the infirmary.

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Rude | Final Fantasy VII (Remake) | Faun (moose-flavored) | OTA

[spareshades]

A. Rude Awakening
( WARNING: Spoilers for FFVII Remake below. )

[ There's nothing more disorienting than being in a firefight, bullets flying, smoke and explosions going off, the vehicle he'd been flying suddenly taking a hit that took the control of it completely out of his hands. He fights to steady out his sudden inevitable descent but it's useless. The ground - or rather, the top of the building in front of him - suddenly looming far too close for comfort.

He catches sight of his reflection in the windshield even as he braces for impact...

...but instead of fire and exploding glass, he's instead launched forward with nothing stopping his fall, slamming into...

Wait, did he just... roll into someone's bedroom?! He straightens up, staggering, as he tries to understand what had just happened. Where he was. And how the hell he'd gotten here.

Someone jolts up from the bed in the darkness and before he even stops to think, he's got his reserve pistol out and aimed at them, his stance alarmed and wary. ]

Don't move!

B-I. Fast and Moose

[ Whatever the ratio of days between arriving and the earliest monster transformations showing up in Aefenglom normally has seemed to be expedited once Rude starts settling into his impromptu universal kidnapping. Rescue? It doesn't take weeks or months for the changes to start showing up, it takes hours.

And by Day Three? He has to go shopping because his entire lower half looks more like a very thick deer, or a bull or a... nope. Nevermind. When the horns - antlers? - finally fully come in, he sees he's neither of these things. He's a moose. He's a sort-of moose because while his lower half has somehow ended up thickly-furred and cloven-hoofed and his new massive horns mean he's gotta turn sideways to go through most doors (and boy, is that ever annoying when he forgets and clunks into the frame before adjusting), his torso is still completely human. Just... broader, somehow? Which is impressive, because he hadn't exactly been small to begin with.

Needless to say, the suit he'd arrived in is no longer going to cut it - although he tries to keep as modest as possible when he heads out looking for some sort of boutique or menswear shop or hell, even a tailor. There's got to be somewhere he can replace his suit in this city, right? One maybe at least made for someone who suddenly finds themselves part....whatever he is now.

Although he guesses that potentially maneuvering in many of these places is going to give a whole new meaning to the whole "bull in a china shop" metaphor. Maybe he'll luck out? But he could definitely use some assistance... ]

B-II. Don't Moose with Me

[ Rude is not part of any sort of guard or security in this city so he doesn't really give a damn if the Goblin Markets are legal or not. Hell, there were enough illegal markets back home he frequented already anyway that he wouldn't have batted an eyelash at this even then.

There is certainly an array of strange and odd sights and sounds and smells to be found here - and boy, were the new monster senses something he was also going to have to get used to. His hearing, especially. As if the sudden extreme width thing hadn't been annoying enough. he keeps his distance from most of the stands as he wanders and peruses - just in case. He doesn't want to break the stalls, let alone get splashed by anything unfortunate, but a few rare merchants do catch his eye and lure him over.

He seems to be especially drawn by any of the stands that are selling off strange herbs and plants, drawn to the greenery like magic. And if it seems to react to him drawing mear, looking a little more vibrant and lively, he doesn't immediately seem to notice the connection.

There are scents that draw him, as well. Ones that are alluring or earthy or... okay, some of them are making him really glad he'd found clothing for his lower half because he's pretty sure there are parts of him that are confused with randy goats rather than moose (mooses? meese?) and it's awkward as hell. he tries his best to ignore it, but he keeps catching himself drifting towards those stalls designed for more carnal pleasures and fun even without realizing it. And then almost tripping over his new strange feet in order to get away again before someone sees.

A subtle moose he is not. ]

C. A Boaltinn Moosical

[ One of the bonfire nights, Rude can be found out and about among the celebrating townsfolk. He's dressed in more casual clothing than normal, not his typical suit. But his choices had been a little more limited than he's used to, due to his new... additions. He's just so relieved to have pants that at the moment he doesn't even mind it so much.

He is, however, sporting his customary shades. Yes, at night. No, he doesn't find that ironic at all.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find here, but eventually, he's drawn to where some of the witches and monsters are playing out melodies and rhythmic tunes on a variety of instruments - drums, horns, flutes - some he's never even seen or heard of before. He stands there listening for a while, a little entranced, before he's drawn to pluck up a spare instrument himself. he has no idea how to play it - he's never tried before, but there's something in him that's drawn to it all the same.

Closing his eyes, he plucks each of the strings for a moment before he gets an idea of the sounds each of them make, his mind and instincts somehow recognizing them easily. Before he even realizes he's doing it, he starts plucking out a familiar tune on the strings, lively and energetic, something to match the festive mood of the holiday and those celebrating around the bonfires and ribboned poles. ]

D. Wild Moose Chase

[ The strangeness of being changed into a monster is nowhere more apparent than as they start heading for the full moon. Normally placid and stoic, Rude's temper can sometimes be a bit more volatile and he's definitely a lot more bull-headed (heh) than normal. He's aware of this in himself and tries to curb it where he can, but with varying levels of success.

There's a restless sort of energy, an almost feral wildness that seems to lurk just under the skin. And considering his size and strength, that's got him pretty concerned. Especially in a civilized city like this. When he hears of the wilds outside the city being sectioned off for people to escape to, he doesn't give it a second thought, heading that way and hoping the wilderness will give him some respite to these instincts that seem to be running more and more rampant.

Whether frenzied with the need to roam, to challenge, or perhaps to give into a faun's more promiscusous nature, the longer he stays out among the trees and under the open skies, it's growing harder and harder for Rude to stave off the wild instincts that constantly lure him into surrendering to them. As someone who usually has complete control over himself and his emotions, letting very little much of it ever show, this is both distressing and exhilarating and he can't decide whether to revel in it or find somewhere to go hide until all this craziness passes... ]

E. Moose on the Loose

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moosical.......

[supersoldier]

[The bonfires cast an orange-red glow on all those who pass by, and while Sephiroth is not the festive sort, even he has to admit that the sight is sometimes aesthetically pleasing. Flames lick at the feet of those who jump through it, protected by magical wards; the firelight gleams off of the instruments of gathered musicians, who fill the air with songs both airy and jubilant.

He has no intention to linger, though — passing through, really, to catch a glimpse of those newly-arrived. But a tune catches in his ear, one dreadfully familiar. Sephiroth would recognize it anywhere, and after having visited one of Aerith’s memories taking place at the Gold Saucer, a place garish and unpleasant, he cannot say that it is a welcome sound.

Familiar, yes, which is worthy enough to note on its own. But it rakes against his nerves in the way any tune would after hearing it on loop, over and over and over again—

He finds its source. A man (he doesn’t even recognize him just yet without the suit, sporting those large moose antlers) with a string instrument in hand, plucking away into the night air. Sephiroth steadily approaches, and when he’s near enough, he reaches out and places a gloved hand on those same strings, silencing them.]

That’s not necessary. You should play something less fraying on the nerves.

[like literally ANYTHING ELSE]

traejan lightrend | world of warcraft (oc) | arachne | ota

[auriphrygiate]

↳ { an unusual arrival; }

(cw: blood)

[ quite a bit of muffled screaming and the crash of shattering glass announce one unorthodox mirrorbound's arrival. there's a bit of chaos on the street now as well, seeing as it's unlikely anyone just passing by the little dress shop imagined anyone would come charging through the window.

or maybe they did, considering what kinds of monsters live here.

maybe it's the fact that there's a tall, blood-covered elf in dark armour standing in the street that's the real shocker. the blood doesn't belong to anyone in aefenglom, if it makes you feel any better. he's very well armed too. twin swords forged from some strange, dark metal hang heavily from his belt, the ornate runic designs carved into the metal still beautiful even though the magical glow's gone out of them at this point. he's got other stuff on his belt too — pouches of ammo, knives, several round objects that look like miniature bombs. his entire left arm could qualify as a weapon just on its own as it seems to be entirely mechanical and built to look menacing. it's almost as if he's stepped right off a battlefield... and into a ladies' fitting room.

as he's picking off the brassiere that managed to get caught up on some of the spikes jutting out of his armour, there's a bit more screaming from inside the shop — a fact this newcomer does not seem surprised to hear. a skeleton only slightly taller than the elf himself comes clattering outside a few moments later. ]

Oh, come on. Not again..

[ this is not his first rodeo in another world. he's been to outland and he's been to draenor on some alternate timeline fuckery and demonic hellscapes at the opposite end of the known universe. in his experience going to other worlds sucks and even more so when you have zero plans of doing that today.

apparently some of the glass nicked him on the way out because there's blood running down the side of his face. perfectly average looking red blood. he hasn't seemed to notice that yet though, too busy looking around. ]

... Alright. What the fuck.

↳ { the goblin market; }

(cw: giant spider monster)

So.. this is for pain, yes? And there's no side effects? I'll be fine to operate machinery?

[ the transition of one's body from life to a state of unlife is a dramatic one. it's certainly the only major transition traejan ever expected to have to deal with in his time, at least until his body made that last transition from unlife to truly dead. proper worm food at last. he prefers not to think about that one at all, so it doesn't count.

so it's fair to say he's accustomed to changes and no stranger to pain. still, what he's gone through in only a matter of days since arriving is a lot, even for someone so experienced with things that outright suck. the aches and pains of growing new body parts and vastly altering others are numerous and severe, especially when as a living person he's so much more intimately connected to his nerves than he's used to.

he's had to abandon most of his armour as a result of the changes since the lower half of his body is no longer humanoid but replaced with a spider-like abdomen and six sprawling legs as well as two smaller pedipalps that can double as an extra set of hands. he's looped his belt around his waist anyway — for the utility! — and strapped on a pauldron to cover his non-mechanical shoulder, but is otherwise bare-chested. the long, twisted scar that runs from his left ear diagonally down to his right hip is on full display now, framed as it is by the cable-like stitches embedded in the skin. he also has runes carved into the flesh down both arms and along his spine, although the latter are pierced every so often by some of the spiky protrusions that have grown up from under his skin. without his magic to glow through them they are simply scars marring otherwise normal skin. though he isn't wearing a gauntlet, his left arm and forearm are not so different from his mechanical right anymore with the hard, chitinous exoskeleton scaling that's grown over the skin there.

aside from all this he is mostly the same elf — the same very long blue hair, the same pointy ears — but he has way more eyes now. two more have opened above and below his right eye and three have appeared on the left with one above and two below. he probably didn't have the long, curving fangs when he got here either, visible even when he has his mouth closed like sabers. he probably hates that, vain as he is. the hulking skeleton still lumbers along at his side, although with the increased height the arachne's new legs afford him the height differential between them has shifted considerably.

traejan is squinting at a crystal vial he has grasped between two fingers, his hold surprisingly gentle considering those fingers are metal. the vendor — a fluffy faun that seems that much smaller and rounder next to the arachne — looks like he regrets flagging down this particular customer, especially when the vial is thrust back in his face. ]

You wouldn't be opposed to sampling your own wares, would you? I mean you're not selling poisons, after all..

[ it's entirely possible he'd have still asked the poison vendor to do the same, if only to fuck with them.

the faun starts offering excuses, citing things like the need for precision measurements or exact dosage for maximum efficacy. blah blah blah. traejan can't help but notice the way the vendor's eyes keep drifting to his mouth, surely eyeing those fangs as he speaks. ]

No? If it's legitimate, I'd buy two which solves your dosing problem. Does everyone around here just trust each other?

[ he slams his other hand on the counter for emphasis! wake up, sheeple. ]

I'm traumatised by years on the battlefield and have no trust in my fellow man and you. want. my gold right now, what are you gonna do about it? Convince me. This is your livelihood, isn't it? Who is gonna put food on that table, huh? Huh?

[ laying it on really thick right now for dramatic effect, honestly. the faun seems to lose even more height, but who could blame him for shrinking at what's emoting aggressively in his direction.

it seems traejan's intent on grilling the poor vendor about his skills as salesmen. maybe he holds shady dealers to some kind of higher standard? someone could save the guy. or join in? ]

↳ { a wilde hunt; }

(cw: potential blood or violence later on?)

[ it's not a sense of responsibility that draws traejan to the hunting grounds but a real desire for the hunt. for him, that feeling goes deeper than what being mirrorbound has done to him. even though whatever process brought him here stripped his magic and returned him to life — effectively removing any unnatural need to hunt and do harm — by now it's long since become something more to him. the strong tug of the sisters only adds to it. ]

i. [ he's right out here in the dark forest, probably moving way too silently for something his size. a few beasts have already met their end in the few hours he's been out here, the carcasses strung up in trees wrapped tightly in glistening thread. that urge is new. the hunt is purely for sport now but there's nothing stopping him from sinking his claws into the local fauna when there's perfectly good buyers for all that in the city.

other monsters and witches don't get the same treatment, at least. that is to say, he's unlikely to kill them, so the chase is all in good "fun". someone could easily snag one of the silken tripwires laid all over the little patch of woods traejan's staked out for himself. they're difficult to see unless the moonlight catches them just so and disturbing them tells the arachne precisely where to find them. his new instincts clue him in to what it all means and that's just fine — he's never had an issue listening to those.

the only warning is a rustling in the brush — which is completely intentional — before the shape of the arachne appears... from the complete opposite direction as the sound, hanging down from the branches of a tree. thanks to silken cables and the strength of his two rearmost sets of claws, he seems to have no problem holding on while the humanoid part of him leans down to peer at whoever has the misfortune of stumbling into this situation. his front set of legs and his shorter pedipalps are raised threateningly.

running might be a good idea, but there's nothing stopping someone from standing their ground.. ]

ii. [ at least some of that bloodlust is being put to some good use? despite being a very pointy spider-beast he's made the wise decision to put more distance between himself and the shades he's targeting now. the dual blades seem like overkill but in this aspect his inexperience comes into play. on two legs he is a master swordsman, surprisingly agile and quick for a man of his size. on six he's fighting against himself — compensating for placing his feet awkwardly or the power or reach of a strike falling short because he fails to account for the shift in his new centre of gravity or how to angle his body properly now.

don't get him wrong, he's still quite skilled. it's just not as effortless as it might be ordinarily. his absolute confidence in his own body is lacking. that skeleton is still following him around too but even in the midst of a fight it hangs back and seems to watch. one would think a seven foot tall walking skeleton might be an effective weapon to have on your side in battle but for some reason it just.. stays put. always a safe distance from the shade even if traejan himself is right in melee range. weird?

he's also not a completely heartless person, as he will help someone who seems like they're struggling. however, his celebratory whoop when the battle's over suggests he maybe only helped them out so he could steal credit for the kill.. ]

↳ { wildcard; }

[ OOC: if there's anything else you'd like to see/do, feel free to contact me at koutenko or discord @ koutenko#5884 ]

goblin market

[sealeted]

Battlefield trauma isn't an excuse to shake somebody down like a thug.

[All things considered, a small Fae with whit Luna moth wings and period-appropriate dress is probably as far from intimidating as one can get, to such a tall Arachne. But she steps in between them with steadfast, unfaltering resolve, her usually calm expression flattened into something firmer—and faintly condemning.

Her big, dollish eyes narrow up at him, and a hand settles on her hip.]

I was basically born into a deathmatch. And even we at least had the decency not to attack the shopkeepers.

Asbel Lhant | Tales of Graces ƒ | Puca

[drawnbythesword]

[A]rrival

[One moment, Asbel had been seated in his office at the manor. He had been settling into his role as the Lord of Lhant, but... That sure didn't make all the seemingly endless amounts of paperwork he had to deal with any less of a chore. He'd taken a moment to grab Excalibur and unsheathe it so he could polish it. It was a treasured family heirloom, the only memento he really has of his late father.

As he shined up the sword, he briefly caught his reflection, a purple eye glinting in the reflection. Suddenly, his focus felt hazy, and it felt like he was falling. This sensation he was feeling was only broken when he suddenly finds himself all wet. His clarity returns, and he finds himself sitting in a puddle of water in a park, flower patches nearby and still wet from a previous rain. Or maybe just from overwatering.]

Huh? What's going on?

[He gets up, trying to shake out the water in his clothes. He was drenched from head to toe, even though he was only sitting in a puddle. Almost like he'd emerged from it. He takes a glance around, and... nothing at all seems familiar. It doesn't seem like Lhant, or Barona, or... anywhere he's been, really. He scratches the back of his head in confusion.]

Uhh... Where am I?

go[B]lin market

[Asbel was... not a fan of whatever was going with these weird physical changes he was experiencing. Like, come on, of all the things he could be turning into, it had to be some kind of rabbit? Why couldn't he at least turn into something cooler, like a tiger?

One vendor, seemingly detecting his distress, calls him over. Boy, did he have a deal for him! An amazing potion, specially brewed, with the unique properties of being able to reverse his transformation! Absolutely guaranteed to work, with positively no side-effects whatsoever!]

Really? This'll actually turn me back to normal?

[It almost seemed a little too good to be true. ...Because it absolutely was. Not that Asbel was all that good at anything besides taking someone's word at face value. Some nasty side-effects were waiting for him should he take it.]

Okay, sounds good to me. How much is it?

[Maybe someone should intervene and save him from making a huge mistake. Or maybe encourage it.]

[Wildcard]
[Hit me with your own idea, or contact me @ mamoritaiKyo#8900 and we'll come up with something special!]

B

[foolsguard]

[ Okay, so he heard the hustle and bustle of stuff being sold and bought and advertised and he got excited. Seriously, it's the most "at home" thing he's gotten ever since he showed up in this backwater place! But then he goes down to check it out and... Well, what do you know? A good ol' market, complete with some shady stuff on display. Nice.

Alber is absolutely be into this kind of stuff - after all, he frequents the street stands back home to the point that that you could set a watch to it - but that doesn't mean he's about to take any risks and actually buy anything. The thrill of checking out shady wares is a lot less fun when you're in a completely different world, for some reason.

Most importantly, of course, he's done this song and dance enough to know suspicious wares when he sees them. For the most part. Alchemy's not exactly his area of study. Either way, he's pretty glad he happens to be nearby when he hears someone getting a hair away from actually buying one of these dubious things. What is this guy, out of his mind? Did he not think about this? ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Buddy! You're not seriously going after that stuff, are you?

[ He's all but reached out to grab Asbel's arm. Because what is restraint when you're rescuing someone from making a Potentially Really Bad Decision? ]

Shinji Ikari || Neon Genesis Evangelion || witch

[somewhatdamaged]

arrival

[It was as if he was in a daze for the whole time. He fell out of a mirror in what seemed to be a changing room of a clothing store, even though the outfits looked fancier and a bit dated compared to what he was familiar with. A tall man with a pair of ram horns on his head walked up to him, possibly an employee but Shinji was far from any thorough analysis of his situation.

The horned man questioned him but he hardly got any response out of Shinji. Eventually he gave up and brought him to this place, a fancy looking building, currently very crowded, chaotic and full of noise. More people were talking to him, some with animal features and some in fancy robes. He hardly registered any of that.

So there he is, a very lost boy sitting in front of the Coven, having no idea what to do and just waiting for all of this to pass.

If only he had his music player...]

market

[While walking around aimlessly, Shinji eventually ends up at the market.]

”The levels of magic in your body appear to be dangerously high. This is unusual for Mirrorbound who have just arrived in Aefenglom, but for your own safety it is imperative you find a Bond partner as soon as possible”

[At the Coven he heard a bunch of difficult words he was not familiar with and wasn’t really keen on learning better. Why cannot everyone just leave him alone? If something happens to him, so be it. He’s had enough

Pick up this boy before he ends up drinking a potion or gets into trouble?]

wildcard

[hit me up @ magarula!]

Market

[arturiarex]

[ Saber isn't that much larger than Shinji, honestly, but she still radiates adult when she walks. So perhaps it's not a surprise that when she sees him wandering, she gravitates toward him. He seems dazed or lost and she taps him on the shoulder. ]

Excuse me. Are you well?

ann takamaki | persona 5 | witch

[confectionerie]

a. an unusual arrival

1. [ One moment is all it takes for Ann to go from staring at her vague reflection in window in class, her thoughts lightyears away from the lecture she's supposed to be listening to, to finding herself in...a bathroom. Not one she's ever seen before, either, and the shift is so dramatic and sudden that an overwhelming feeling of unbelonging sweeps over her.

Immediately she springs from the countertop, her shoes clapping loudly against the wooden floor. Sure, she should perhaps be a bit stealthier as a Phantom Thief, but that isn't exactly on her mind right now. Where is she? Is this...a cognition? It seems too normal to be a Palace, but maybe it's just weaker here. But even if it is, that doesn't explain how she got here, completely out of the blue, without actually going anywhere.

Heart racing, she reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone and check the nav, just as someone on the other side of the door reaches to open it. Maybe it's one of the established Mirrorbound, or maybe it's one of the natives, but either way, as soon as the door cracks open, she stammers in a panicked tone: ]

Hey! What's the big idea?!

[ Like she isn't the one who just appeared in a stranger's bathroom... ]

2. [ If it is, in fact, a native that discovers her, things don't quite play out in Ann's favor. She has no explanation for why she's there, after all, and even worse, she can't feel Carmen's presence at all. It's like her connection to her has been completely severed, and without her Persona, she is far more defenseless then she would like to be. The native she has startled is only getting antsier about this stranger in his bathroom as well, and calls the for city guard, at which point Ann books it, because nuh-uh, she is so not getting captured in whatever weird place this is.

So now she hurries down the street, her hoodie pulled up over her head (and pigtails) as she attempts the difficult task of searching the faces of any passersby for someone familiar — if this is a cognition, her fellow Phantom Thieves must be around here somewhere, right? — and avoiding eye contact as much as possible. They don't look like Shadows...but looks can be deceiving, especially in a cognition.

But as her worry only grows into gargantuan size, she bumps into someone's shoulder, and mutters a distant apology out of habit — and it's then that she hears the voices of shouting guards down the road behind her. Halt! We need to speak with you! ]

Oh, crap! Just say you never saw me, okay?!

[ How can you say no to this face!! ]

a. the goblin market

[ ...She should have known better than to shop at something called the goblin market.

But after reluctantly accepting her new reality here, Ann has attempted to go with the motions and do what she can to help this world. It may not be strictly Phantom Thief business, but there is still a huge problem here she can help with, so she will. Even if that means training as a witch, which involves a lot of schooling, and while spells and such might be a lot more interesting than social studies or math, it still does not come easily to her. Who knew learning magic required discipline?

So when she catches wind of a possible shortcut to accelerate her abilities, she's all for it. It can only help, right? Even if it's not the traditional path, she's not exactly a traditional kind of girl! It's probably fine. A few potions later, she's ready to try out some new spells! Time to see if she can conjure chocolate-covered strawberries —

Except no sooner does she have that thought than her skin turns bright, strawberry red. As she yelps in shock, her skin shifts again, to pale blue. It would seem that one of the potions she drank has turned her skin into a living mood ring, reflecting the feeling and substance of her thoughts.

So for the next day or so, though she covers up as much as she can, Ann can be found as any color in the rainbow depending on how she's feeling in that moment: red when she's upset, blue when she's moody, yellow when she's happy, and so on. It's no surprise than the less-positive emotions manifest more often, because this sucks, but at least when she's sitting outside a cafe, eating a piece of strawberry shortcake, she looks a content pink. ]

At least I didn't turn into a dessert, I guess...

[ Though maybe that wouldn't be so bad. ]

c. wildcard.

[ Have something else you'd like to do with Ann? Go for it! She is also available for the Wilde Hunt, but I'd prefer to do specific starters for that so let me know if you want one! ]

A-2

[shinkunochou]

[Honestly, Sae doesn’t look like she’s faring much better than Ann here. And truthfully she’s not sure if the guards are after Ann, or herself— after all, Sae is the one in the bloodstained kimono here. (Though the saving grace is that at least it looks like old blood? In a strangely pretty butterfly wing pattern? Hm.)

She flinches as Ann bumps into her, quick to mumble her own apology back, and freezes in place at the sound of the guards.]

Ah—

[Her mind flashes back briefly to the memory of guards chasing her and her sister through the woods and she grabs for Ann’s arm, pulling her towards an alley] This way!

[Her feet are bare, loud against the pavement, but she pulls at Ann insistently]

melisandre | asoiaf | vampire

[voktys]

one. the goblin market

⟪ her arrival had seemed to her like a strange dream – unusual already in its making, for she knows no variety in her dreams, on those rare occasions when she allows a cursed sleep to take hold of her. a day or so has passed since, and she finds herself wandering the twisted pathways between the stalls, were strangers peddle stranger potions. what she is hoping to find, melisandre cannot say. perhaps all she wants is to sate her curiosity, for coin she has none. ⟫

a – a is for accident

⟪ it comes as it must – between over-eager peddlers showcasing their wares with eager shouts and more eager swings of opened flasks, the limited space, and the frankly... different physical state of some of the potential customers, it's inevitable that the splash of potion melisandre manages to narrowly avoid strikes the person behind her. she turns – ⟫

Are you quite alright?

⟪ the question is careful. after all, it is now a question of what, precisely, the potion does, and when melisandre spins around again to ask the vendor who'd caused the accident, the man's already gone. ⟫

b – b stands for bonding potion

⟪ mirrorbound is what they are, and melisandre hides her clasped hands in the long, wide sleeves of her red robes, masking the near-forgotten nervous habit of stroking her thumb against her index finger as thinks, as she tries to make sense of this new world. her red eyes, however, are wholly focused on her companion. a particularly busy vendor is selling potions for the purpose of bonding – temporary, or so the claim goes. ⟫

They spoke of it. It is said to alleviate the... ill-effects of our new conditions.

⟪ but to bind one's self to a stranger? ⟫

And yet, even temporary, it seems to be a risk, does it not?

two. a wilde aftermath

⟪ here is how melisandre has dealt with spending the full moon as a monstrous, undead bat: not at all. she has suffered through it and now proceeds to push any thought and memory of it as far under as she possibly can. the night is dark, and full of terrors, and she cannot be one of them.

the day after, however, is overcast, and she is exhausted, fatigued to the bone, pale as she's ever been. and still, she is out on the hunting grounds, as if she is hoping to find an explanation there that is different from the one she's already been given. she's given herself another task, too: to seek out any injured, and to offer them aid. surely, some of her fellow mirrorbounds have run awry of one another, and anything that can bleed can certainly use a healing hand, even if the healing is not magical in nature. ⟫

Soon be done.

⟪ her smile is faint, but her voice holds all the warmth of a bonfire, and though her hands are bloodstained from the cleaning of the wounds, you'll find your injuries neatly wrapped and tended to. it's, all told, going well.

right up until she's done, and draws back. this is when she takes note of your blood on the palm of her own hand, and as if following an unbearable compulsion, licks it off her skin.

feel free to point out that that's not exactly calming behaviour in a healer. ⟫

three. wild(e)card

⟪ ooc: hi hello, if you'd like a more specific starter, feel free to pm me! or pp me at nehelenia and we can hash something out. :) if you want to hit me with something random, i'm down for pretty much everything. arrival stuff! two vampires getting stuck counting grains. proper hunt shenanigans! there's so much to do here and i'm super hyped. ⟫

two

[honesthearts]

[ isaac is normally careful to not get so easily cut up. his combat training deals in agile dodging, quick nimble moves, to be aggressive but mindful of his strength. however a beast clawed a talon down the side of his arm, a thin but deep cut from just below his shoulder going half-way down his bicep. it stings harsh and he regards the healer who approaches him with a quiet suspicion as she insists on help.

however he gives her a chance, lets her wrap his wound, and is about to thank her for her courtesy. then she licks his blood, realization striking him. ]

You... are a vampire?

[ her ghastly pale skin should have been a quick pick-up, but he pins his lack of awareness on the dark of night. has he been hunted rather than helped now? vampires do not care for humans so easily after all - not all are like dracula. ]

Orchid | Granblue Fantasy | witch

[puppetgirl]

AN UNUSUAL ARRIVAL

[ A girl with silvery blue hair stands motionless, like a statue. In one arm, she grips a stuffed cat. Both are completely drenched. The nearby fountain makes it evident as to what just happened. From afar, she might appear as any ordinary girl, about in her early teens. Perhaps a little old to be hauling around a toy wherever she goes. Closer observation reveals some unusual features on her body. The shoulderless dress exposes the ball joints connecting her arms, as well as the knees where her boots stop short from covering them up. Clearly not an ordinary teenager and quite the literal doll.

Red eyes stare off into the distance. She almost seems expressionless. Finally, she shows a subtle sign of feeling, letting out an unimpressed sigh. Freeing up a hand while the other clutches her toy, Orchid wrings out the edges of her dress. ]

I already took a shower. Drip, drip, drip...

[ Words muttered in a soft monotone, verbally mimicking the water being squeezed out. Once Orchid finishes wringing out as much as she possibly can, she surveys her surroundings. The heels of her boots click along as she approaches the nearest person. ]

Excuse me. [ A voice in a near whisper. You might have to strain your ears to hear her. ] Where is this?

A WILDE HUNT

[ Conjuration magic. The process sounds similar to what she's familiar with in the Sky Realm. Due to her unusual origin, Orchid once possessed the power of the Astrals, which allowed her to summon and command primal beasts, among other things. Since being freed from the Empire, she mostly used her powers to control Akasha. Her powers of the stars no longer apply here, her powers having been stripped away since stepping through the mirror. But she can try to use her magic to make up for her lost strength.

The odd overwhelming urge to put her newfound abilities has gradually grown worse. It's a strange feeling. In response, she has taken the Coven witches' advice and taken to the hunting grounds. At night, she can be found playing with her developing magic in the woods. ]

Please lend me thy power—

[ Is she required to make a summon call here? Nonetheless, she calls out, drawing forth her new Conjuration magic, shaping the creatures into the familiar forms of the Phantagrande skydom's primals: ]

a. leviathan

[ In a glow of shimmering white light, an elongated body forms. Once the light fades, in its place stands a massive blue serpent, large enough to tower high above the trees. It's difficult to go unnoticed by anyone nearby the forest. While threatening at a glance, the copy of Leviathan doesn't appear hostile. As long as no one attacks Orchid, anyway. ]

...Hello.

[ Her greeting is strangely calm and welcoming, despite standing before a creature far larger than her in comparison. Leviathan lets out a small rumble in response. Orchid cranes her head to look up at the result of her magic. ]

You look a lot like the one from the Sky Realm.

b. vortex dragon

[ Leviathan isn't the only powerful beast that Orchid's familiar with. Giving her magic another test run, she summons forth a different creature, much smaller than the water serpent. Vortex Dragon is still massive, but not so much it sticks out above the forest. It looks to its summoner attentively, awaiting a command. ]

Vortex Dragon... perhaps we can help deal with the Shades. I want to help, even if it's just a little bit.

WILDCARD

[ Feel free to throw something else in here or tweak my prompts! Small note that Orchid is a golem girl, so feel free to have your character notice that (or not or they just don't care!) ]

arrival

[peacewithouttyranny]

[The pulse of magic spreading over the city at the late hour was a strange sight, but Soundwave had not been here long enough, so it might just be normal around here. Or so he thought. Because immediately after the city's been thrown into chaos, Mirrorbound being ejected out from mirrors or water surface, as the neighbor chase newcomers out of their houses.

Soundwave realizes it's going to happen before it does. Confused newcomers seeking people nearby for answers. Thankfully his sensitive hearings easily catch the whisper. Soundwave, in his new avatar form, a normal human girl, turns to the other girl. Her face is similarly expressionless, crimson eyes scanning the girl before her.

Soundwave had thought she was human at first, until she saw the ball joints. How curious.]

The city called Aefenglom, in the continent called Geardagas.

[She notices that the girl is positively dripping. Good thing the avatar came with a hoodie jacket, which she'll remove and generously lend it to Orchis, putting it over the doll's shoulder.]

I'm certain you have more questions, but you would benefit from drying off and out of the cold first.

nie huaisang | mdzs | witch | ota!

[headshaking]

i. an unusual arrival.

[ if you're walking past the river being a helpful mirrorblessed, you may hear the sound of someone floundering around in the water. like many of other sudden arrivals, nie huaisang was not blessed with climbing through a pretty house full of mirrors. oh no. one moment, he'd been at home, dressing himself in his chambers and preparing to take on a new day as chief cultivator, carefully setting the nie sect ornament properly in his hair, and the next, he was face first in a river. he gasps for air as he comes to, spurts bubbles, and his head comes above the surface long enough to squawk -- ] Help! [ as the weight of his robes drag him straight back down towards the bottom.

he's never been the most athletic person in the world. this water is also not that deep, but the shock of the wakeup has left him flailing, a mass of dark hair, dark green, and ruffled sleeves as he tries to right himself properly.

very dignified. just what you'd expect of the recently chief cultivator, the headshaker, nie huaisang. ]

ii. markets.

[ having properly dried himself, and looking much more dignified (maybe), nie huaisang will take to this strange and magical place like a fish (not a nie) to water. he has absolutely zero idea where he is or what's going on, which rankles a familiar feeling at the back of his neck--spending ten years playing the long game has left him unlikely to jump headfirst into any sort of situation without knowing what battleground he's stepping into.

such a market is a good place to observe, though. opening opportunities for conversations to listen to, for faces to watch for, and a seamless cover. there's nothing remotely out of the normal for him to be drawn in by the trinkets and baubles and magical concoctions being hawked on either side. nie huaisang fits right in, stepping around one of the sellers to look at a selection of brushes and jars and jars of crystalline containing magical paints. one of the goblins gleefully informs him that they're used to conduct magic.

huaisang taps his fan against his chin, a parchment colored number with dark grey birds painted across the surface, matching his clothes. magical painting... now that's his kind of cultivation. ] What do you think? [ he addresses the person next to him. ] I'm afraid I don't know what a fair price for such a thing might be.... If it truly worked, it must be wonderful!

[ he is in a strange place and can't just flash his jade token to buy things so...maybe someone will buy said nice (probably illegal) thing for him. ]

iii. market, two.

[ eventually, after looking through any number of trinkets, nie huaisang has settled not on a magic cure all, or something pretty for the eyes. he has a book in his hands. it's a slim thing, hawked to him as a book of spells for a new witch. he might as well learn, and the more he can figure out, the better. he's leaned against a wall in the market, back against the surface, and as he settles into place, he opens the book....

....and then barks a laugh. a sudden, loud, bright laugh, delightedly amused as he holds the book to his chest, still open. someone's played a trick on him, it seems!

nie huaisang's giggles continue for a minute or so, and he lifts the book again to look through it for real. you might still hear him snickering to himself as he reads. wonder what kind of spellbook someone sold him?

it's hand-drawn-by-a-goblin porn.

incredible. ]

iv. wildcard

[ know what you want? go for it! i am protags or just send me a dm!! ]

ii

[chifeng_zun]

[Nie Mingjue does not care for the makeshift shop stalls that have popped up all through the city. He hasn't been around long, but the paranoid elderly woman he has been guarding on occasion informed him with distaste one morning, as he accompanied her shopping, that "Only fools buy from stalls like that. You're liable to be cheated or sold something illegal." She has no reason to lie and he sees no reason to offend his source of work so he's taken the advice to heart.

Now, he's minus one elderly aristocrat, just passing through. Even here, he stands taller than most, perhaps the tiniest bit taller than before even, and seeing over the heads of the crowd isn't hard. But his eyes alight on a sight he never expected - a familiar headpiece, a familiar pattern on a set of robes. A fan held loosely in a hand. His heart jumps into his throat and he nearly pushes someone aside as he changes direction, beelining like a man on a mission.

Can it be? He knows that something happened, that there are more of the so-called Mirrorbound now, unexpectedly. But he never thought...

Close enough to touch now, he reaches out for his shoulder without thinking, his voice rough with poorly-hidden emotion when he says,] Huaisang?

[Maybe he's only seeing things. Maybe it isn't his younger brother. (He needs it to be him.)] Nie Huaisang?

Ao Lengshan | original | Witch

[northernmist]

I. Arrival

[Whoever is unfortunate enough to have their mirror suddenly invaded by the man that comes storming into their room or out in front of them gets one very angry no-longer-dragon attempting to summon up power that he can't use.]

Who do you think you are?!

[Just the first person he happens to meet. That's a haughty hello, but he also doesn't necessarily have anything on him to be dangerous.]

If you don't remove this curse now, I will tear your arms off and eat them.

[That usually works, but he's usually a lot bigger when he says it.]

II. Boaltinn
a. Fortune-telling

[He's technically exploring. There's no way out as far as he can tell, so Lengshan is sulkily observing the city, at least trying to find something useful if he has to be punished by being here. Some people are apparently used to icy scowls, because they completely ignore his attitude and try to encourage this sulky newcomer to enjoy the festivities.]

Sir, you should be happy! The bones say that you are lucky today! Come and sit down. We can divine more details!

[He bristles at that.]

Your divination is broken.

I assure you, I've been practicing my predictions and you are definitely about to stumble on something lucky!

Really? [He stalks toward the witch with a dark look that finally tips the poor person off to the potential trouble.] If you don't show me something lucky right now, I'll have to consider you a fraud. And I don't tolerate liars.

b. Public Baths

[Once he does finally calm down somewhat, Ao Lengshan does give the place a better look. It has some charm which even he has to appreciate--the lights are nice and the people do come with certain benefits. He's currently giving a doubtful look to one person rubbing the public baths, frowning, but with less hostility.]

You'll love it, trust me!

[The young Puca is excited, practically trying to pull him in by the arm.]

I don't need a bath.

But it's great! You get to meet new people and relax--and we have the best after-soak dinner around!

[He has his mouth open to argue, but that one stops him.]

You serve food?

2-a

[tothemetal]

[ask and you shall receive, my friend. or, more accurately...look like you're going to cause trouble within earshot of a guy who almost compulsively feels the need to keep the peace and you'll find an impressively loaded crepe being held out to you.

it isn't thrust into the man's face by an stretch of the imagination, but it's still held close enough to catch his attention and make it clear that it's meant for him, should he want it.]

Uh...ta-da!

[his presentation could use more than a little work, but this crepe had originally been intended for him so it's not like Styx was planning on any of this. his wide grin is quite sincere, however, almost as big as the guy himself.]

mollymauk tealeaf | critical role | vampire

[fortunefound]

— an unusual arrival

the life leaves molly, eyes never shut.

as molly feels the twist of the glaive in his chest, taking his lungs and his heart with it, his vision runs black and the concept of consciousness is lost. he has a fleeting thought of yasha, of caleb and jester and fjord and nott and beau— all of his friends, and for an instant, he wishes he had more time to stay and to help. he wishes... he wishes...

but that’s all he has time to think, before the massive nothingness takes his soul from his body, and molly dies.

but how much time passes between that eternal sleep creeping into the edges of his consciousness and when he erupts from the surface of a bath, rose petals floating around him and sticking to his skin as he tosses his head back, gasping for air, feeling... empty? where are his friends?

molly is acutely aware that he has resurrected, for at least the second time. at least he remembers his life before this time, but that begs the question of how much time has passed. a glance over his body tells him he hasn’t decayed. his clothes are the same (but he’ll need a new shirt; the tear in the chest matches his fatal wound and that just won’t do), so maybe it hasn’t truly been that long.

molly’s chest heaves as he glances around, whirling forward and back in hip-deep water that appears to have been stagnant for at least the day. empty fire pits curl with remnants of smoke left over in smoldering ashes. ribbons from poles blow in the wind, colorful as they are. night has fallen, wherever he is, but a quick glance at the sky tells him he’s not in exandria anymore.

two moons.

... alright.

he slowly pulls himself from the bath, taking a moment to admire how beautiful it must have been with beautiful people mingling in them, but the next thing that mollymauk considers is how hungry he is. food needs to be his next order of business.

molly steps out of the water and pulls his shirt off, followed by his shoes, and starts walking between long-abandoned fire pits, around the poles with the beautiful ribbons (molly takes a moment to tear a single yellow ribbon from it’s place— it might look nice around a horn later), and towards what must be...

civilization.

as he walks, he passes by the occasional pedestrian, but his vision isn’t exactly clear at the moment. no faces really register in his mind, but should he be in his right mind, he’d likely be terrified at his appearance— sopping wet, shirtless, in clothes as dirty and bloody as the day he’d died.

can he eat soon?

— a wilde hunt

getting himself through his first day in this place had been... difficult, to say the least. he’d managed to find a few people who were kind enough to offer assistance, give him directions, and even some advice on how to handle this new kind of place. it had it’s charms, molly supposes. it reminds him of home, in some ways, but in others... well, it’s a little more intense. he’d felt exhausted, particularly drained in a way he can’t totally describe, almost like when he can tell he’s going to be coming down with a particularly nasty illness, or when heat exhaustion sets in on a summer’s day. even still, it hasn’t been too warm out, so molly chalks up his strange unease to having just been resurrected. again.

his wandering (and his hunger) leads him here, to the wilde, where already a great deal of fun has gotten underway. he spots creatures, monsters of all kinds, and normally this would be his idea of a great time. still... he’s so tired, and he feels so exposed like this. maybe he’ll just spectate, for tonight. tomorrow offers a new day, and maybe tomorrow he can try to keep himself a little more secluded so the festivities could have just one more participant.

molly rests elbows on the edges of a crudely made fence, and he wonders if this area had been an afterthought. it seems to be effective if letting off steam is it’s intended purpose, and an amused smile creeps onto his lips as he observes a cat-like creature sneaking up on a faun, unawares.

oh, how he misses a good hunt.

— wildcard

tag him!

[finesseblade]

The smell of rosewater shouldn't, in the aftermath of the festival, be so unusual—but it's powerfully close all of a sudden, not confined to the baths as it has been before, and that gets his attention, has pointed wolf's ears snapping upward and swiveling in the direction of unsteady footsteps. There's a man, a... faun? dragon? fumbling his way through the plaza, fully clothed and soaking wet, dripping water on the cobblestones.

Felix blinks.

Is no one else seeing this?

No, they are, he realizes after a moment. The rest of the crowd gives him a wide berth, not looking at him, and definitely avoiding touching him, less they be soaked themselves. Leave it to Felix, then, to be the one to cut in and address the situation directly.

"What did you do, take a drunken dip into the River Temese? Tsk. Are you really going to walk around like that?"

ryoko asakura | disappearance of nagato yuki-chan | witch

[byherself]

an unusual arrival

[ One second, Ryoko was idly staring out of a window on her airplane, and then without warning, the interior disappeared before her eyes and she found herself pulling herself out of a fountain in town, scrambling for air.

The world was unlike anything she'd ever imagined, something that seemed like it was straight from a fantasy novel or one of Nagato-san's video games. Part of her wanted to go right ahead and enjoy what she had seen, but... wait, no, she had to figure out where she was and how she could get back, didn't she?

Ryoko shivered, catching the eye of someone passing and strolling up in her soaked outfit, trying to keep herself inconspicuous. ]

Um, hey... where-- [ She's almost immediately cut off as she sneezes into her sleeve, sniffling. ]

--Sorry. [ Great first impression, Asakura! ]

goblin market

[ Ryoko can be found later on at the Goblin Market, browsing their wares. Naturally, getting used to the sight of anything magical or out of the ordinary was hard to get used to, but there was nothing wrong with a little window shopping.

And then, one calls out to her. A merchant, with a selection of potions and vials marketed towards new witches. It was clear on Ryoko's face that she wasn't familiar with anything going on, so it made her an easier mark.

She wasn't really keen on the idea, but as their conversation went on... someone may be able to hear a portion of their conversation. ]

"I get it ma'am, you're hesitant. A very perceptive young lady like yourself would be a cautious. It must explain how you look, very refined, very composed!"

[ You might think, that's laying it on thick. No way this new girl'd fall for that. ]

Of course! [ Ryoko responds, nodding fervently. ] Oh, I've been told I look refined all the time! It's appreciated!

"And as such, a refined young lady should have this one! You see, it's usually anywhere from, 6000, 7000 cunes... but, since I feel like this was pretty much made just for you, to enhance your abilities, I can part with this for only 3000. What do you say, miss?"

[ As absurd as that sounds... Ryoko's contemplating it strongly. Half off? That was a hell of a deal. Plus, enhancing her magic straight away might not be a bad idea, if that'll help her get home.

Save her. Please. ]

wildcard?!

[ I have no idea what I'm doing. Still, I'm good at improvizing! Hit me up in a DM or perpendicular for any plotting!]

market

[scissorlove]

[Kirika's grown up pretty broke. Or, well, very broke. She never had much freedom to waltz around the past few years, but she's been so hard up for money that she's learned pretty quickly the difference between a deal and a scam. Even now that she has a little more money in her day to day life, it's something to watch out for.

Mostly because she got scammed a lot. She's an earnest, eager girl, she's pretty easy to talk into things too. But she's learned her lesson, especially when it comes to street stalls like this. They're pretty fly-by-night, and all. She's walking the stalls, peering around but walking away before she can get caught up in a vendor's flow.

And then she catches sight of what can only be a scam in progress. She watches for a second, amused, but this girl really seems like she's about to go for it. She can't let that happen. Heck, even if the potion is on the level, a guy who talks like that can only be selling it for way more than its worth.

So she takes a few steps forward, listens for a second longer, then - rushes forward, tugs on the other girl's sleeve.]

D... darling! [Yes, this is her masterplan. She fidgets for a second, then tugs again.]

Come on, didn't I tell you not to spend too much money around here? You never - [She jerks her head towards the merchant.] know - [She motions with her head again.] who's trying to rip you off! [Motion, motion, motion. 'Now, hold on, you can't just accuse me of -']

Hypothetical ripoffs! I just have a crick in my neck! One time I got hit with a hammer! [Yeah the merchant's just staring blankly.]

Anywho, let's, uh, let's just go?

Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher | Turnskin (wolf) | OTA

[gynvael]

.AN UNUSUAL ARRIVAL

[ As much as Geralt's used to things going to shit, even he's not anticipating that when all he's doing is cleaning his sword. He's peering idly at the polished steel when the glimpse of his reflection catches his eye. He's not sure why, it just does—

—And then he's tumbling, world flipping upside down. He hits the ground. There's a crash of glass shattering or something breaking. His hand reaches automatically for his sword. What...?

This is not the inn room he was staying at. Far less drafty, for one. And it's entirely possible he might be in a stranger's bedroom or bathroom. Whoever he catches sight of, his gaze his narrowed. If it occurs to him this is an accident, well. It doesn't. ]

Who the fuck are you?


.A WILDE HUNT

[ Hunting through the woods isn't anything new. But the taste for it is. It's always been practical, something he does when he's deep in the woods and there isn't a convenient market nearby. (Or the nearest town just doesn't want him in it. Which also happens.)

He's been warned of the curse, though. It seems, unlike most things that affect men, he isn't immune. When he licks his teeth, the sharp point of a canine scrapes against his tongue. They itch at the gums. He also knows exactly the furry white ears that sit on his head. Funny, how many stories people tell mark him with fangs and now he's got them. He's been trying not to linger on it, all of this. It's complicated. So if there's a hunt to throw himself into, he'll take advantage.

The problem is others are in these woods, too. He's not alone. He can smell them. He does his best to avoid everyone as he tracks, but it's hard to steer clear. At some point, someone's going to interrupt his shot or scare off a deer. And when they do, they get a pointed look in their direction. ] Hey.


.WILDCARD

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[cryptsleeper]

--Apologies. I was certain there was a Shade.

[Alucard knows that if he still had access to his own natural abilities, like becoming a wolf, these hunts would be a thrilling time. Not because of the promise of leaping upon prey, but for the tracking and the running through the woods as a dhampir, then a wolf, and back again. There was such joy in that transformation, and sometimes it does sting to be without.

But being out in the woods and enjoying the dark nights is enough. Using what magic of this place he's confident with is enough.

Not having his eyesight be what it once was? Is pretty damn annoying though.]

Vaea | Dragon Age | Witch

[uninsquired]

☙ An Unpleasant Arrival

[ Maker's arse and tits, where—

If it weren't for the grace of a decade or so's experience in not drawing attention to herself, she'd probably keep thunking around in the dark like this for the next ten minutes. Thankfully, after the initial shock wears off and she recognizes she's in an unfamiliar space—mirror, washbasin, linens, a bathroom of some sort? her mind takes stock and offers—she stills at once, and drops low to the shadowed floor, eyes darting about the room for any movement that might indicate she's not alone.

For a tense half a minute, she stays like that, ears keened forward into the darkness for any sound. No creaking floorboards or hushed voices yield themselves to her attention—if there's anyone else in this, she thinks it must be a house, they haven't noticed her accidental breaking-and-entering yet.

It really was an accident this time.

Straightening, she reaches out to probe the floor-to-ceiling mirror through which she arrived, but it doesn't give beneath her fingertips. Rats. Where is she? And how does she get back? She climbs the claw-foot bathtub to try the window high up the wall next, but the house is old, the boards settled poorly, and it's stuck. She doesn't dare try to force it, unless she wants to shatter the pane and wake the whole house.

To the floor, then, padding upon silent footfalls to the door. Carefully she turns the knob and swings the door open, inch by inch, peaking through the cracks into the hallway beyond.

It creaks. Shit. Of course it would creak. Vaea freezes in place, listening closely for the sound of anyone who might have noticed—she really hopes whoever lives here is a heavy sleeper. ]

☙ Don't Mind Her

[ Yes, those are all very—lovely potions, she politely assures the potwatches and the hawkers shouting at her from all angles as she weaves through the crowded market, but she has eyes only for one thing: those little round devices she's seen people talking into. Looks dwarven, but she's not going to assume. She's heard they have something like it in Tevinter, called a sending stone, and people use it to communicate with one another long distance.

She gets the concept well enough. She just needs to get her hands on one now.

Vaea waits, and she wanders the market looking polite and demure and utterly more confused than she feels, and she watches until she spies a likely target with a gleaming metal chain dangling precariously from their back pocket. Carefully—eyes the other direction, seemingly marveling at the ribbons streaming from the poles above the crowd—she slips near, hands swinging loosely at her sides, and then she moves along, eyes all for the bonfire burning brightly down the street.

And the watch, well, it goes from the palm of her hand to tucked beneath the sash at her waist in one seamless movement, to be examined when she finds a quiet place to do so.

Are you the victim, or a keen-eyed bystander who's happened to notice this unfortunate act of theft? Make your choice, and make it fast, or she'll be gone—slipped back into the shadowed alleyways flanking the festivities, not to be seen again. ]

☙ Wildcard!
[ None of this strike your fancy? Bring your own prompt! Vaea is from the Dragon Age comics by Dark Horse, wiki link here for if you're canon-familiar but not character-familiar. Potential spoilers for both the comics and Tevinter Nights in here! ]

Futaba Sakura | Persona 5 | Turnskin (cat)

[notjustahacker]

001. Arrival

[ It really had just been another day. The weather was cloudy and miserable, but she figured maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to walk over to Leblanc and see if she could hang out with Akira if he wasn’t busy. Mostly since she wanted his opinion on something she’d found online. Only as she was passing by one of the shops, did her attention get caught and then as she’d went to look at it a little more closely…?

Well.

She’d been expecting a LOT but uh… consequently tumbling out of someone’s mirror in what looked like a bathroom without warning was not one of them. ]

W-Whoah!!

[ That might have been a bit more higher-pitched than intended but now there is +1 tiny red-headed girl making a bit of noise as she ended up not being able to keep her footing and was soon sprawled in the bathtub clutching the laptop that had been held under one arm before now. ]

Ow… What’s going on? I’m really not dreaming, am I?

[ Give Futaba a second. She’ll figure out she’s in someone’s house. ]


002. Goblin Market

[ Eventually once she’d started getting used to this place, it was inevitable that she’d find her way to the market and is kind of in awe. Eyes wide with interest and happiness behind her glasses as she walked through, thankful she was much better with crowds than she would normally have been, but maybe it was just because of one majorly important factor here. ]

Talk about a lot of NPC’s! Kinda beats out that last MMO I was playing last week..

[ A blink. Then one of the vendors gets her attention and starts going on about some kind of sensory enhancement potion he was selling and it’s supposed benefits then it’s cost, before she just deadpanned a bit and sighed. Looking over to the person next to her at the stand who’d just walked up. ]

...Do they really think anyone wants to buy things for that price? Doesn’t really seem worth it.


003. A Wilde Hunt (ish)

[ Nothing in any anime or game could have prepared her for it. The pain that came with sudden transformations, and her own had made her curl up in her room for a good while until she’d gotten over it. This just meant her walking around with much more renewed energy, trying to check things out since people were talking about some kind of hunt but she now was sporting some fuzzy, slightly striped kitty ears, fluffy tail and noticeable claws to name a few.

Some things never did change, though.

Even if she’d gained some new things… Futaba still never did have the greatest amount of stamina and so after getting a little too exhausted? She knows she should go back and sleep, but something was different this time; new instincts she wasn’t used to… and this meant that the residents of aefenglom at any time would be able to discover something quite unusual.

It could be at a cafe, where she’s found a way to curl up under the steps, purring or making sleepy noises, or under a bed at a furniture store and even the unlikely chance of maybe being asleep under a clothes rack. There’s a number of odd places she’s found to sleep in, so maybe someone should maybe wake her up if they do happen to find her. ]


004. Wildcard

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hunt of the wilde Futaba

[heartsy]

That noise...

[While walking around, he'd heard it-- a soft purring noise, muffled and peaceful. But looking around... there was no cat to be seen. He looked twice, just to be certain.

Curiosity ultimately got the better of him and he stepped closer, enough that he could hear it getting louder. He was right by the door to the cafe but no cat.]

I could have sworn it was coming from somewhere around here...

[It almost sounded like it was coming from... below. Peering between the wooden floorboards, he catches a glimpse of color. Stepping around, he kneels at the side of the steps and-- ah.]

...Futaba? This is nowhere to be sleeping.

[Goodness. He likes darkness too, but you don't see him hiding in dark spaces (yet) do you?]

Rufus Shinra | Final Fantasy VII (Post AC) | Puca

[ruinedempire]

arrival;
[Fortune always seems to be a tricky thing for him.

Being the apparent heir to the most powerful company on the planet, then obtaining said company, only for it to fall into ruin shortly after receiving the power he's always wanted... fate certainly is cruel in its workings. But on that same end, he's survived a deadly attack from Diamond Weapon, because his father actually installed the escape route he suggested as a child.

Fate also has a sense of humor, it seems.

And while the sting of losing nearly everything is there, the rush of being challenged, of rebuilding what's been destroyed through his own machinations, is perhaps even more of a thrill than simply trying to control the world from his father's seat on top of Shinra tower.

Of course, none of that is quite relevant right now.

Because after pushing through a mirror and stepping foot into an unknown room, one that's modestly decorated, Rufus's focus is entirely on his current situation. Thoughts of rebuilding is placed aside as his survival instincts rear up, trying to discern his location even the slightest amount and determine how he even got here in the first place.

Emerging from a mirror almost seems like a joke, but he's not about to brush that theory away.]

Points for creativity.

[He says quietly to himself and even though Rufus doesn't see anyone just yet, it's clear that this apartment is lived in. His gracious host, perhaps? He might have to dock them though for not being immediately here to knock him unconscious or drug him or whatever kidnappers feel like doing nowadays.

Nonetheless, he takes out his gun and after a few seconds of weighing his options, he slowly turns the doorknob and quietly opens the door.

Hopefully the person he sees on the other side won't try to immediately kill him. But relating to his thoughts from earlier, fortune is always a variable.]

around town;
[He's about situated in Aefenglom, receiving the basic run down from the Coven and obtaining a watch for him to communicate with others. It's quite tempting to use this tech and maybe reach out to others that may be of use to him, but he still holds off for the time being. He still isn't eager to alert his presence to everyone just yet, so he merely waits and listens to those that use the device.

With any luck, he'll find someone he recognizes. Although, there's definitely a way to communicate without telling everyone that Rufus Shinra is here and without a Turk nearby. Perhaps he'll do that soon.

But until then, Rufus can be found roaming around the city, and while he hasn't done much to announce his presence, he hasn't done much to hide his appearance either, still wearing his normal clothes. Maybe he can even be located drinking a small cup of coffee at the local cafe or shuffled in the corner of a decent bar, nursing a small glass of the local whiskey, although it's untouched.]

wilde hunt;

[Rufus is not the biggest fan of his monstrous changes that have slowly been transforming him, noticeably two large rabbit ears sticking straight up from his head. But as displeasing as his appearance is, there have been some benefits-- namely a stronger sense of upcoming danger. It's useful and he would be an utter fool to not use what he can to survive.

Besides, it would be entirely shameful if someone came across his corpse now. Imagine that, the former Shinra president surviving a Weapon's blast, only to be found mauled to death with rabbit ears sticking from his head.

So Rufus turns in one fluid movement, hoping that he's facing the correct direction where his stalker may be. Unfortunately, his senses don't precisely pinpoint the danger, so he has to do what he can on his own.]

You should at least introduce yourself before stalking me. [He smiles here.] Or trying to kill me.

wildcard;
[Have any ideas or want to plot something? Reach me at currykirby]

wilde

[supersoldier]

[It’s easy to perch himself in the thick copse of trees out in the Wilde. Easier to give into a harpy’s instincts to find a high place overlooking the goings-on below, judging the landscape from a bird’s eye view. Literally, in some cases; a harpy’s vision is sharp, inordinately so, and when he spies the figure of a man roam past just beneath the branches, Sephiroth thinks that he recognizes him.

Only a few seconds later, and he’s certain that he does.

His face seems older, but the lines of his profile are the same. The ears are a new change, but given the his own hair (interspersed with black feathers) and his ears (gone elongated and pointed at the tips), he cannot say that this is shocking to him, either.

Still, the surprise of constantly finding those from Gaia never grows dull, no matter how many he’s found until now. That the Vice President himself was bought to this world must have been quite the unwelcome surprise to Shinra’s heir, he thinks to himself, even as the branches bow under Sephiroth’s weight as he crouches down to leap from his perch.

He lands in something akin to a billow next to Rufus, then raises himself to his full height, considering the man with an expression hard to pin down.]

Vice President.

[Masamune, its hilt gripped in his left hand, shines bright.]

Your footsteps are too loud out in the wilderness. You’ll invite unwanted attention.

[Ironically, he doesn't mean himself.

Also, hello, Rufus.]

[freckledarcher]

[I. A Lion Enters]

[Ashe finished up the last of his chores in the weapon's room. It had been a few days after their last battle that he welcomed the break even though he had to get everything ready for their next battle he appreciated the breather. He placed a mended arrow down before he reached for a sword, he looked at his reflection on the surface when the world shifted underneath him and he fell forward into an unfamiliar hallway. He groaned and rubbed his head while he tried to figure out what happened. Ashe blindly felt for the wall and used it to help him stand up. Once he got his bearings he looked around at the strange place he ended up in. What in the world happened? He didn't eat anything strange did he?

Ashe slowly walked down the hall as he looked around. He ended up in some strange building, in some strange place with no weapons or knowledge of anyone close by. Well, that's just great. It looked like it was time to explore this place and see if he could find some information for it too. Hopefully, he would run into some friendly people.]

[II. Goblin Market]

[Ashe decided that he should explore around the building to get a better understanding of the area. He walked outside to see the different stands around, that was a part that felt like home. The difference was the creatures that ran the stalls instead. He walked around to many calls to buy their wares, yet years of bartering with shopkeepers back home helped him resist their calls even if he was curious about what he sold. Well, it should be fine as long as he doesn't buy anything right? Not that he has any money to buy things right now.

Ashe walked over to the nearest stall and looked at what they offered. Everything in front of him was very interesting he really didn't know which one to pick from first. When the goblin got his attention Ashe shook his head.]

Oh, just looking for what I want right now!

[Hopefully the excuse will be enough for him to get away. There had to be something he could use here, right?]

[III. Wildcard]

[Got anything you want to do with Ashe let me know! You can hit me up at sunnycrow ]

II.

[finesseblade]

[ Felix's method of handling pushy goblins is a little less subtle and a lot less polite, because a second later he's pushing himself between the vendor and the archer, an inhuman growl rising in his throat. He flashes pointed canines sharpened for tearing, and his ears—black, furred, pointed like a wolf's—stand on end, pointed forward and at attention. ]

That's not what he wants.

[ Simple, but hey, it's effective. The goblin takes a couple of steps back, wilting under the sudden aggression, and Felix takes advantage of the distraction to shoulder Ashe in a direction away from the market stalls. ]

What the hell are you doing here?

Gon Freecss | Hunter x Hunter | OTA

[freecshow]

II. 𝚄 𝙽 𝚄 𝚂 𝚄 𝙰 𝙻 x 𝙰 𝚁 𝚁 𝙸 𝚅 𝙰 𝙻

[it's a nice, sunny day on Whale Island. Gon's returned home from some assistance excursion with Kite's group, and he already misses it. not that life at home isn't peaceful, or nice—but the quiet can be a little...bad.

but for now, at least the sun is nice, and the sky is clear. Gon's been fishing for about an hour, and deciding he probably isn't going to have any luck, he's about to yank up his line, pack up and go back to the house... but there's a faint tug on his lure. finally! but something about it feels—strangely off, somehow. it's one faint tug, enough to make Gon lean forward curiously. and once the ripples fade, there's another, and again, once the ripples fade, once more, the lure bobs. furrowing his eyebrows curiously once the ripples clear a third time, Gon leans forward—and suddenly he's the one who's pulled forward with a loud gasp. there's enough strength behind it to pull Gon all the way into the water, and it's so sudden Gon doesn't even think to relinquish his grip on his fishing rod.

and when he comes through on the other side, it's with gasping, wide eyes and a mess of sopping hair and clothes. did he pop out of your bath tub? maybe a river you were gently brooding by at 3am? or, puzzlingly, not from water at all? depending on where Gon ends up, he might notice it's indeed‐dark. it's clear from the jump that some weird shit's going down.]

III. 𝙶 𝙾 𝙱 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 x 𝙼 𝙰 𝚁 𝙺 𝙴 𝚃

Ah, sorry—

[Gon frowns a little bit as he rolls back from the balls of his feet onto his heels, gripping the straps to his backpack to give a wide-eyed, curious stare to the merchant across the stall counter.]

I don't believe any of that! I may not be from around here, but snake oil is snake oil no matter where you're from.

[Gon doesn't seem to notice how the merchant boils with indignant fury at his frank accusations, or if he does, he deliberately doesn't bother to let on. Gon laughs a little bit, shrugging a shoulder almost apologetically as his brows slant back.]

Besides, I don't think I even have any local currency...

[the merchant is annoyingly insistent, and even worse, he's pissed off! he insists on giving Gon a little sample—harmless, when applied to the skin. he blinks, furrowing his eyebrows. his gut feeling tells him not to, but he is curious. after all, the claims were so out there, there's no way it could be true, right?

so basically to just fuck around and find out, Gon extends his hand—and a dab of the stuff is shaken onto the back of it. Gon watches with wide, glittering eyes, and, troublingly, he's giddy from the anxious dread that twists in the pit of his stomach. is your character maybe familiar with this potion? are they the type to scold a kid for his foolish dabbling? whatever the reason, they'll soon find out—with Gon—the effects of this potion!]

>> 𝙾 𝙾 𝙲
[feel free to PM this journal with any questions/ideas, or message me at poisonparfait!]

wildcard babeyyy

[killuwatt]

[ It's been a few days since Killua found himself in this strange new world. Thankfully for everyone around him and their continued safety, he was able to learn from the Coven that they're working on a spell (magic is a thing, apparently, so that's cool) to get them all back to precisely their own worlds and times. It's not a guarantee, and it doesn't entirely assuage the pervasive anxiety that keeps him up at night wondering if his little sister is stuck out there alone in their own world, missing him and scared. But after spending the first few days exploring and researching and trying his best to figure out what he should do next to get back to her, even Killua has had to admit defeat. For now. And so, he believes the Coven Witches. What other choice does he have?

With the weight of uncertainty hanging over his head, it's not nearly as fun as it could have been exploring this new place and its various inhabitants. He feels restless and on edge--

And therefore in the perfect mood to want to go along on this 'Hunt' people are talking about. He doesn't really get the whole full moons thing or the Sisters or whatever they're called, and he already got tested and knows he's not a supposed 'Monster' so all of that is just secondary. Mostly, it sounds like an opportunity to let off a bit of steam.

Apparently, the hunting grounds open at night and some Coven Witches try to dissuade him from going when the full moons are approaching, explaining that unless he's there for a temporary Bond, it's probably not a good idea and he should be careful. Which, of course, only piques his interest more.

Killua is making his way toward the outer wall in the evening the night before the full moon, curious about what he'll find outside, when he decides to stop off at a patisserie hawking its end-of-day sale items. He may not have money, but maybe they'll be stupid or nice enough to let him have some freebies. For a few minutes, Killua hangs around outside, considering the merits of just pilfering a couple of sweets when the clerk is distracted behind the counter. He watches through the window, through the slatted late-afternoon sunlight reflecting off the glass, shifting with the shadows of the people walking past behind him.

Out of the corner of his eye, something catches his attention. A shape in the glass, the impression of an all too-familiar silhouette, dark spiky hair, sunkissed skin. A passing dream.

Heart suddenly pounding in his throat, Killua whirls around, scanning the dwindling crowd with wide blue eyes, desperately searching for a glimpse of that familiar shape.

Stupid, his own mind berates him mercilessly. Stupid and naive. There's no way it could be him. It's just not--

There.

A flash of familiar green. The edge of a shoulder, the heel of a boot vanishing around the corner down the street. All thoughts flee; Killua reacts instantly, instinctively. He dashes after the smallest inkling of a chance disappearing around that building up ahead, and veers around the corner at reckless speeds, uncaring of any natives he startles or even bumps into. He needs to catch up. He needs to be sure. ]

amal vasiya (oc) | final fantasy xiv | fae mischief!

[thavnairian]

[i. RUN???]

[There's no way around it-- he isn't in Eorzea anymore. Or Norvrandt. Or any one of the extradimensional weirdo spaces he's set foot inside since he got dragged into this whole... unfortunate career path. For one thing, he's suddenly finding it very difficult to breathe underwater, which he hasn't had to worry about for a while. For another, he just feels different, like something isn't sitting right on his shoulders, like his clothes have been tailored for someone bigger than him.

He also doesn't recognize the fountain he crawls out of, or the people coming out of the house and yelling at the half-naked man in their yard.]

Oh, sh—! Sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!

[He might be lost but his instincts kick in. Rather than ask for answers, he hops the fence with a surprising amount of speed and grace and takes off running down the street, still sopping wet, like a half-drowned bird.

He isn't actually sure where he's running, but once the voices die down a bit, he stops to take in everything with wide red eyes.]

[ii. just deserts]

[Ah, yes. No city was complete without a shady market, and this one is no exception. It's getting close to sunset, and Amal has been here all day. Learning, listening, observing people. He knows he stands out a bit, which is why he has a brown cloak resting over his shoulders, but the sprinkle of dust and the metallic red-to-orange wings peeking out beneath the hem are difficult to hide entirely.

He's currently perched atop someone's wooden stall. This one he's been watching for a while-- a man with shrewd eyes and a slimy grin who wags his silver tongue and sells poor medicine. Amal noticed he tends to target Monsters more than others, so naturally it's time to give him some of his own medicine. Every time the merchant turns away to talk to a customer, Amal leaaaaaaaans upside down and shifts something else around, causing the man to question his sanity.

At last, the trap is set. Confused and a bit put off by whatever's happening, the current customer runs off without a purchase. This salesman, frustrated as he is, turns around and huffs-- only to find himself face to face with a grinning fire-haired Fae.]

What are you—get down from there! [Amal smiles like a knife and holds up a coinpurse. Recognizing it, the merchant gasps and immediately pats himself down.] No! Give that back, you bastard!

[As he steps forward to grab his money, the trap is sprung. Every shelf and table making up the stall collapses in on each other, pots and tonics of various terribleness crashing and clinking and making a terrible flashy (and acrid) mess. The merchant tries to wheel back and escape, but his boot laces have been tied to the legs of a collapsing table. He eats dirt.

Amal hops nimbly away from the crumbling wood slats and into a nearby alleyway, slipping his hood over his head like nothing happened.]

[iii. faerie circle]

[Amal is here without a Bond, and that doesn't necessarily mean he wants to... go crazy and eat people, or something, or whatever nasty things some locals have been implying. He just wants some fun. That's what he's here for, isn't he? A small break from his problems, from the heavy conundrum of not knowing just how to bring his friends home.

All of that pales in comparison to this moment, in this dark wood, knowing he can roam freely. He remembers what the fairy king told him about the shortsightedness of the Fae. Having seen his wings for what they are, he wonders if they would accept him now. Not as a king-- no, never, he would never want that sort of responsibility. But maybe something like... a jester?

Despite being a city boy he's become very fond of trees in a short amount of time. This path is his own, now-- grassy, and dark, with just the perfect amount of dappled light given off by mysterious glowing flowers. Anyone who sets foot in this area of the Wilde will feel his eyes, as if the trees themselves hold in a breath.

He laughs, soft and low and a little husky and too close. Maybe he's behind that tree? But no, the echo is from the other direction. Glamour magic is at play, and good ol' voice throwing.]

It's a lovely night for a walk under the stars, wouldn't you agree? One could meet a new friend, or lose something important. Huh. I wonder which it will be?

[iv. where the wyld things are]

[Maybe you missed the path, or came back later, but there's still dark things in this wood and they have nothing to do with a mischievous Fae. Actually, it might be his yelp that draws your attention.]

Whoa! That is—that is definitely not a normal bear!

[An fiery blur comes zooming down the path, crimson morpho wings buzzing, feet just barely touching the ground. Not far behind him is the surprisingly-fast hulking remains of a Bear Shade, roaring ugly and snapping at the tails of Amal's tunic. It has a jagged dagger sticking out of its head, but it doesn't seem to care.

He glances over his shoulder, grimaces, and sprints faster. Help him or hinder him-- it's your call.]

((ooc: Amal may or may not try to steal something from your character in the third prompt. Feel free to resist or be fooled, or see through the glamour he's using to hide among the trees! He will of course give it back when he's done ♥ unless it's, uh, food... he might actually just eat that, sorry.))

IV

[krihnnges]

[As it happens, K'rihnn is out on patrol in the same area Amal gets into trouble. He hears the shouts and the roaring echoing through the trees, yet he's not able to pinpoint where it's coming from. The purple-haired Seeker rolls his shoulders before transforming into a dragon about the size of a horse. He launches himself up into the air, crashing through the branches as a result. K'rihnn circles above the treetops, electric green eyes searching for signs of unusual movement.

Finally, he spots them. The Dragon growls lowly as he begins his descent. Given his size, there's no way he can be sneaky about it. So, K'rihnn takes the somewhat direct approach. Crashing through the branches, he roars ferociously as he opens his mouth wide to unleash a storm of electricity. It hits the Bear Shade dead on, careening it off its path and crashes into a tree. The Shade is stunned long enough for K'rihnn to land and take on his Miqo'te form, and he quickly takes his axe in hand. He glances back at the strange man for a moment. It's long enough to see that he's a Fae.]

I'll keep it distracted! Run or help, but try not to let it touch you!

[That being said, the Bear Shade rears up with a snarl as it starts to charge toward K'rihnn. The Miqo'te growls back at it before rushing towards it as well, ready to swing with his axe.]

Waver Velvet (Lord El-Melloi II/Zhuge Liang/Caster) | Fate/ Grand Order | Witch

[hypomeneo]

Witching Hours

[Tick tock.

Tick tock.

The clock strikes three as chimes sound and a full length mirror in someone's living room ripples silver. Smoke blows out first. Sparks. A tall silhouette appears and resolves itself into someone Aefenglom perhaps knows quite well, although older, bitterly wiser, and with far more added into the mix then at first glance.

Waver Velvet - otherwise known as Lord El-Melloi II, Zhuge Liang, Caster, or a range of nicknames that range from slightly silly to utterly ridiculous, but Waver in his own mind even if he no longer uses that name - freezes in place as he steps out into the silent living room. He recoils as he sucks a steadying drag from his cigar, nostrils flaring and chest tightening as his eyes widen and frantically scan the room.]

Fuck.

Rider?

Berserker?

[His long red coat, as stained from battle as the rest of him, snaps as he turns one way, then the next. Darius the Third and Alexander are not here... wherever here is. He sucks in a breath as the next realization hits. He feels human again, though Zhuge Liang's dormant presence is a steady thrum in the back of their joint consciousness. Human... with all the attendant consequences. Yet there's a relentless energy cracking under his skin, dialing up the anxiety even more.

Where is he? This is someone's home, obviously, does he need to worry about the homeowner? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Christ, he better pray they're understanding or he can deescalate the situation. He's no longer equipped for any sort of fight if it comes to it. Or really running, blast this useless body. He wouldn't get far.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.]

Right. Now where am I?

A Strange Brew

[There's a bit of nostalgia warring within him as this Waver wanders through the Goblin Market. It reminds him of the open air markets he found during his travels through India, the Middle East, and up through Greece. Same energy. Same... less than scrupulous sellers. A mage could happen upon an interesting thing or two, but buyer beware applied to more than just the goods.

He just walks for a while and observes the people and surroundings. Lingering at a stall, examining this or that, just listening to flow and ebb of many voices around them, having many conversations. What a dodgy lot.]

No wine? Just beer? [Waver leans in slightly, eyebrow up as he tilts a jug of amber glass to and fro to examine the contents within. More sit upon a through filled with ice. He prefers scotch and wine and Macedonian liquors that Gray wrinkles her nose from the alcohol content even as she pronounces the scent pleasant. Beer, though refreshing on a hot summer's day, sits in a far distant second place. But he doesn't dislike it - more is indifferent as a British man can be about the national preferred quaff of any pub.] That's a shame. I was hoping to pick up a bottle or two.

What's this though?


Wilde Card

[Something different? Use this to create your own prompt or hit me at Kerimeos for plotting.]

Witching Hours

[enkidoh]

[Apparently the mirrors are summoning again. The influx of new faces is quite evident and, curious as they are, they trail off to enter the room full of mirrors. Most of the mirrors seem still. No change, no ripples, no figures appearing. All is quiet except for that one figure that has already appeared. A Master looking for his servants, apparently.]

Ah...I do not belong to those classes. [Their voice is soft and neutral.] But I do know some who do. [His face is somewhat familiar and for a moment of time Enkidu takes their time to study his face.] May I know your name? I think we have met.

[Still, they aren't telling him where he is, though.]

Summer Rose | RWBY | Vampire | OTA

[waswrongtoo]

A: Unusual Arrival

The last thing she recalls is those eyes. Those hateful, red, merciless eyes. And beneath them, the shiny, reflective surface of one of her favorite knives, clutched in her grip. She glanced down at it for a moment, and then...

Okay, this is new. She's not entirely sure how she ended up suddenly appearing in what looks to be a changing room inside of a boutique of some sort, but here she is. She glances around a bit, thoroughly confused, but upon realizing she's not going to be teleported back onto the battlefield, gives everyone around a warm smile.

"Um, good morning! Afternoon? Either/or, I don't suppose anyone could tell me what just happened? Or where I am?"

Are there any good citizens willing to help the confused woman hurriedly trying to stow a knife in her very concealing white cloak? You, perhaps?

B: Wilde Hunt

A huntress needs to hunt, and if there aren't Grimm around, then these "Shade" creatures should do just fine. Sure, it'll be more difficult without her semblance, but she's got her weapons and plenty of experience using them! She'll make do.

The real problem Summer is running into is a strange sensation crawling over her, one she's currently trying to push aside by focusing on tossing her knives one after another into a big tree in front of her, aiming in the middle of a crude bullseye she's carved. The feeling is an odd mixture of lethargy and a driving need. The problem is, she can't figure out exactly what it is she needs. It's like hunger, but not quite the same. And she's been drinking a great deal of water recently, but for some reason it just doesn't seem to be helping in the slightest.

Frustration hits her as her tongue slides over her one obvious change since arriving in Aefenglom... a pair of fangs.

"Why am I so thirsty?" She grumbles to herself as she flips another knife to hold the tip between her fingers, preparing to throw. At least she can vent her frustration this way.

b

[crowsfeat]

Throwing knives... how nostalgic.

Eileen had been watching, as she always did. The flood of newcomers, markedly different than those before, was something to be concerned with. They had not come from the Looking Glass House, and those among them that had become beasts did so much faster... It was worrisome. An ill omen.

She'd watched Summer as well, who had seemed ostensibly normal... but it was hard to miss the complaint about thirst despite her copious water intake, and the way her lips and tongue twitched over... ha.

How nostalgic...

"Because you ignore what might satisfy you, lass..." Her voice isn't far off, but it's not clear where she is at first, either. She did tend to stick to darker places out of habit, after all. And as it turned out, she'd been hanging out in the branches of the very tree Summer had been practicing on.

Edward Cullen | Twilight | Harpy | OTA

[prodigalson]

[Arrival]

[It is monumental to one whose life is so still that the world around him has altered so quickly. Edward had returned to his home feeling as though he still carried the human warmth he had stolen from her skin, holding her as her attempts to curb him from dancing with her failed. It is impossible that so little heat would last so long, but Edward is sure he carries it with him.

It has been a whirlwind romance; a storm he is so caught in, spinning fiercely, that he sees no way out of it, despite his desperate attempts to pull away, to escape. He looks in the mirror of their defunct bathroom, enamored with the last, fading touch of her hand on his face. As if he can feel it resting there, a marking. A branding, more accurately. He reaches out to touch his own reflection -- only one of many ways his kind break away from their myths -- and watches as his pale hand sinks into the mirror.

And he is falling, Alice in Wonderland, though he is the very opposite of a kind, naive, young girl.

Edward does not need to breathe. But when he lands -- and that is the feeling, certainly, of falling, landing hard, painfully -- he gasps, finding only water that burns his lungs. He swims up, some ancient human instinct that has clung to his very inhuman mind. His head breaks the surface of water, and as his hand blindly reaches out he finds stone. Hauling himself up, water dripping heavily off his soaked clothing, he realizes quickly this is a fountain. He has fallen upwards, risen out of a fountain, and he is --

He is breathing.

Cruel, brittle human lungs that burn, traitors to how his body has been for a century. He gasps and chokes at the water he'd swallowed in surprise, gripping the stone outer ring of the fountain tightly. He clutches his throat with a hand, eyes wild.

Breathing. A simple, organic action he spent years teaching himself to mimic, to blend in as an unnatural predator among prey.

This is a dream, he thinks. Or death of a kind.]


[The Hunt]

[Edward feels as if there is no amount of time he has access to, or has ever had as an immortal, that would have prepared him for this. A handful of days is still like passing minutes, and they slip through his fingers as easy as sand. It is all he can do to block out the constant, thudding, inane drum of thoughts around him. People do not lie in their heads, and he has garnered myriads of information about where he is, what this place must be.

And none of it fits together. It has no cohesion, no connection to what he has long understood of his world and his existence. It had taken hours to understand that he breathes, that he does it completely naturally, shocking him in quiet moments where he hears the inhale of air through his nose.

And that is not touching upon the flurry of changes upon his body. Iridescent feathers run from below his jaw, down his throat, and he can feel them. There is no description of the feeling of blood (is it blood? Is he still the venomous, horrible thing he was before?) running through these feathers, the rise and fall of them that he cannot seem to control. His arms are contorted things: longer than a human should have, with feathers down his arms, his fingers claws. His mind struggles to produce the word in regards to his own body, which he has known for several lifetimes.

There is one easy word that comes to mind: monster.

The urge to run -- from everything he knows, from prying eyes, from piercing thoughts -- has always been in him, struggling with the last vestiges of his humanity. Edward knows the forests well; the rain that patters the leaves, the rich smells of loam and rot and fur. And feathers, which he scents on himself, that he cannot escape from.

So he runs. Not for hunting, or abandonment, but to run. To fly. A compulsion he knows is not his own, and yet arises so naturally in his head it's as if it had been lying in wait to be noticed.

He can't run forever. Eventually he stops, and he sags against a tree, and breathes. His feathers rise and fall, catching the moonlight and shimmering. He feels mad with this, mad with this ordeal and for what he only was just learning and has lost, and mad with how even the most bizarre, impossible events can eventually settle into a brain, a heart, and lungs, that have been functionally dead for decades.

He laughs, his claws tearing into tree bark, and it is both sardonic and elated at the same time, from the same breath.] Certainly I must be living someone else's dream.




[Edward is naturally a telepath, so leave a note whether you'd like to have thoughts read or not! If you have any wildcard ideas, I can be grabbed at Scathefire#6612 on Discord, or at scathefire.]

[gynvael]

[ Despite the restless energy, Geralt finds time to pause. It's something that, even now, sits deeply ingrained in him, though it's harder to stop and still for long the way he normally can. He's leaning against a tree, his sword casually propped up beside him. Relaxed stance aside, his ears are alert, sensitive to every sound.

So when he hears the rush of footsteps, he perks up. The figure crosses his vision, sharper than ever in the night. He watches him for a moment. No fur, but feathers. A scent that's familiar, but not wholly. He knows this one. Harpy. It's just different enough he can't be entirely sure.

His hand drops just a hint closer to the hilt of his sword. He doesn't grip it just yet, but it hovers near. ]

Certainly not in mine.

[finesseblade]

⚔ Prancing in the Moonlight

[ Damn. He just got this outfit, and here he is seized by the inexplicable urge to go running in the woods and render it filthy.

For being entirely wolf-shaped tonight, he's at least smartly dressed—nothing too bourgeois, very practical, all leathers and fabric and a scarf and cape not unlike the one he likes to wear in his human form when it's cold. The outfit is brand-new, and well-made; he'd just not counted on the pull of the Sisters being so powerful as to lure him out of hiding and into the outdoors tonight.

He can only hope he keeps a handle on himself and doesn't run Wilde.

The snap of a twig, a foreign scent; Felix drops to a crouch, claws digging into the earth beneath him, focus narrowed to the single point in the bushes from where the noise came. His voice is a growl, a snarl, rough and low and laden with gravel in this form. ]

Who's there? I won't ask twice.

⚔ Fifty Shades of Prey

[ It's hard to categorize the smell of Cwyld—sickly-sweet, cloying, dark and energetic at once. Felix has learned to recognize it more readily in his months working with the Wilders. Nostrils flaring, nose lifted to the wind, it's exactly the smell he detects drifting through the night air now. Ears swivel to the left of him, pointed upwind, and his head follows, golden eyes narrowed sharply.

Canine lips curl around a single word, practically growled through his teeth. ]

Shades.

[ Whoever's nearest will get a look, piercing and unsettling, as though to say this is what we must do. A small part of him, buried under the weight of the wolf, knows that this isn't a safe fight—he's alone, without his Bond, fighting at the side of someone he doesn't know well. But his instincts cry for the hunt, to spill the blood of diseased things upon the forest floor, and they won't be denied. ]

Will you help me? They've slipped past the barrier. We can't let them stay here.

⚔ Wildcard!

[ If the Wilde Hunt isn't what you're here for, feel free to pm me or hit me up at ruddyowls to plot something else! ]

[arturiarex]

[ The Sisters make her want to do something. To run wild, to hunt, to loser herself in madness for a little while, but now she has a bond and now she has more of a barrier against the encroaching lunacy. She still finds herself wanting to stretch her legs and stretch her wings and so she finds herself in the woods, not sure where she's going - simply running at a steady jog, wings tucked in tight to avoid getting snagged on a branch or bush. A ruff of feathers has spread and grown across her shoulders and lower throat and her claws have grown longer, despite her efforts at keeping them trimmed back - the full moon seems to have brought them back.

At least until she hears the growl. She skids to a stop, peering into the dim light and trying to see who she's talking to. There's something vaguely familiar about that voice, even with the gravelly voice. ]

Saber.

[ She announces herself. ]

And who are you to be asking where people go walking on their own business?

Nekomaru Nidai | Dangan Ronpa | Turnskin (Cat)

[nodyinteam]

A. Flushed Away

[Nidai finds himself stumbling out of a mirror in some random bathroom. Confused, the large man examines his surroundings.]

Huh? Why am I suddenly in some bathroom...? [He grips at his head as he tries to think.] I don't even have to take a shit right now!!

[He's very loud, and also inconsiderate of anyone else who might be around at the moment!}

B. Boaltinnto the Festivities

[After learning of the basics of this place, Nidai joins in on the last night of the Boaltinn festivities. He can be seen at the bonfire's flames, either preparing to jump through the flames or loudly encouraging someone else to do so. Or he can be seen trying to wrap a ribbon around a pole (just be careful not to get accidentally wrapped up in the process!), or waiting in line for the fortune telling.

Or finally, he could be found lounging in the waters of the rose bath at the local bathhouse. He's au naturale in the waters, but with a towel nearby. And he won't be embarrassed by anyone joining him. Nidai casually welcomes anyone!]

Come on in! I've heard this is supposed to be a good team-building experience...!

C. The Cat Pack

[Eventually, Nidai's traits start to set in. Traits that make him a bit more... cat-like. A mix of black and white fur now decorates parts of his body, including cat ears. He's not thrilled about being a cat, after having been made fun of for his name when he was young, but he's trying to make the best of it. He does appreciate this urge to make a pack, though! That's almost like making a team, after all.

So this giant cat man will call out to random people in the street, any monster or witch, while pointing dramatically towards them.]

Hey you!! Yes, you there! How'd you like to join my pack? I'm thinking of calling ourselves 'The Cougars'!! Gahahaha!

Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt (random run-ins at the Goblin Market or hunting grounds are also good!), or hit me up for plotting!]

cat pack

[trost]

[ It's really not everyday he gets solicited so openly for what he assumes is gang activity. ]

What? I'm not so bored I'm going to join a gang for no reason.

Aymeric de Borel | FFXIV

[endsought]

an unusual arrival

['Tis one thing to wake up in an unknown place after receiving numerous injuries. Well, unknown in the sense that it takes one some time to gather their bearings. 'Tis another to be fully lucid and looking into the reflection on his desk that says much work has been finished only to wind up in a new place.

To say he's disoriented would be an understatement. This place gives off a sense of deja vu, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Mayhap it is due to the lack of sleep he has gotten the past few nights.

Shaking his head, he looks around. Well, he's been out of place before when he visited Eorzea, specifically Ul'dah, but this is something different.

As if he doesn't belong. With his height and his blue armor, he certainly stands out in a crowd...]

This is quite troubling.

[You know, not being at his desk doing work...]

goblin market

[While he's still here, he may as well look at the local wares. It is always interesting to see how clothing differs between nations. What is considered fashionable in one place is considered tacky in another. While he doesn't exactly want to attempt to fit in, there is nothing wrong with what he's wearing.

For a while, he's looking at jewelry and other such, noting the intricacy of it and it draws him in. Of course the peddlers are trying to make a sale and he's quick to decline.

Either way, he's enjoying the culture and what those here have to offer.]

goblin market - closed to rose

[And meeting his Warrior of Light, she seems to have ideas of going shopping for more casual clothing and 'he looked nice the last time he wore such attire'. Certainly, he does remember, even if he thought such a thing was a fever dream, but how can he deny his Warrior of Light when she's asking such a simple thing of him?]

I do not know why you wish this of me, but I am not one to decline. 'Tis not as if I have other pressing matters at the moment.

[...and he actually hates that he doesn't know what to do, but he can manage?]

wildcard

[anything else you thought of? hit me up via pm or arithmetic]

market!

[poisontippedcure]

[This isn't the first time Rose has asked this of him. If she's being honest, it's probably close to the twentieth. But, every time she's asked before, Aymeric has declined, mentioning work. There being no office for him to run to here, it's the natural course of action.]

[She smiles as she drags him through the city, eventually finding the market. He still stands out, not only because of how tall he is, but because of how impressive his garments are. If she does this right, he'll still be impressive, but in a completely different way.]

Because you have to have something to wear that isn't armor. I can't imagine that it's comfortable, especially here.

[She looks around, eyeing several different tailor shops, before finding one that looks promising.]

Shall we start here?

Izuku Midoriya | My Hero Academia | Witch

[fullgauntlet]

[ A: boaltinn, bonfires ]

[The only thing more alarming than finding himself in a strange new world is to find himself as powerless and quirkless as he was when he was a little kid. Izuku arrives in the city in the midst of Boaltinn with nothing to show for himself aside from the note that he’s now some sort of ‘witch’ (like something out of a jrpg...?). He has tried to summon the old power he inherited inside of himself several times but no matter how hard focuses he can’t seem to pull out the special power that was entrusted to him by someone dear back home.

Honestly, he’s used to being powerless. He just hasn’t felt this way for a long time. So, when he’s presented with a rune-etched accessory that is said to keep him safe from fire he holds onto it like a lifeline. It’s not something inherited but at least it’s something.]

The fires burn away poor relationship experiences if you can jump and clear the fire? It’s a bit superstitious but I think I want to give it a try.

[If only to just prove he can do it!!]

[ B. the goblin market ]

[Izuku happens to be wandering around the goblin market (might as well see the sights, right?) when he notices there’s one particular stall that is selling all sorts of knickknacks and potions. He’s always been a sort of collector of things so he’s drawn to all the flashy looking items. When he approaches he’s offered several potion samples to try out. All of them are different colors and some shimmer while others look murky.

Now he really does feel like he’s in some sort of weird video game or fantasy drama come to life... Complete with the pushy and convincing merchant that heavily insists that Izuku give a green potion a shot. Izuku never really does well under insistent pressure so down the hatch the green liquid goes!! Gulp.]

Errp... [Oh, that’s not a great feeling. Izuku’s starting to turn as green in the face.] Wait- Wait... I don’t feel so well-! [Hiccup!] What was in that potion, I might be- [Hiccup!] allergic-?

[Suddenly Izuku finds himself suffering with in controllable hiccups! The longer they go the louder they get until Izuku himself is hiccuping bubbles into the air! All the while the goblin merchant is cackling away at Izuku’s misfortune! There has to be some sort of remedy! Or will he be hiccuping bubbles forever?]

[ C. a wilde hunt, casting spells ]

[By the time the full moon comes around Izuku has had some chances to try out casting spells himself. He’s naturally attracted to the use and execution of thunder and lightning. He’s been trying to harness the power in a way that’s practical but he finds that every single time he tries to cast a lightning spell it goes horrible awry. He’s destroyed so many trees with frantic exploding spells of lightning. Sorry trees... He’s trying to get this right!

When the wash of the moon takes over Izuku finds himself even more compelled to get the spells right. It feels like his body is overflowing with the power of lightning in his bones and he just can’t help casting the wild spells over and over again.

Izuku inhales and shouts as another burst of magic explodes from his fingertips sending a powerful green lightning bolt in every which way and direction. It sparks and fizzles powerfully around him and he can’t control it! Don’t get too close or be ready to dodge actual lightning bolts! Zap! Kaboom!]

[ D. wildcard ]

[Anything else can go here!]

C. This is your fault

[apshot]

[ Probably the one person that should not be able to experience increased aggression or irritation is definitely Katsuki. Even on his most mild days, his temper is explosive - many times literally. Going through such rapid transformations over a short amount of time has put him in a very bad mood. He's grown claws, scales in various locations, wings, and a tail. Other people have to deal with this shit, not Bakugou.

Of course Katuski isn't taking up a bond, even if it's temporary. He doesn't need it. Why would he want to attach himself to some extra? Katsuki just as so much aggression to work off by the time night comes around. So when given the chance to go wild without consequences? Hell yes, he is going to go for it. Burning whole swaths of trees. Lashing out at various infected wildlife.

He's in the middle of stalking another creature when he sees the green lightning. It catches his attention, his interest. Whatever is going on there is going to be a more appropriate challenge for him than some stupid deer. So what's he going to do? Dash over in that direction, of course. ]