catch all / when everyone around me drops

[battlebound]

Who: Steak + OPEN / some closed prompts
When: Throughout the month.
Where: Aefenglom and Dorchacht
What: Quests, bickering and one (1) date.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet!


— dorchacht / wondrous things;
open to anyone!

[ He can’t see how picking plants could be so unpopular, but that won’t deter Steak from doing it. Work needs to be done and he itches to get on with something, to be kept busy rather than languish in Aefenglom bored with routine.

He nods his goodbyes to the shop owner after they load him up with baskets and heads into the field, swords (for once) left in the city and isn’t he glad for that when he wades through the sea of plants, densely packed together and in full bloom. They’ve never been his strong suit, but how hard can it be to tear a few plants from the ground?

Well, it isn’t. At least. The work itself isn’t difficult, and he’s soon pulled a decent size crop from the land, making his way deeper into the field, where the number of plants grows denser still, and he can’t help but brush a fingertip against one as he turns a corner.

There’s a small cough, and a voice like a giggling teenager hisses Virgin. ]

What—?

[ Did he hear something? Is someone there? ]

— aefenglom / suspicious activity;
closed to mikasa!

I heard they went this way.

[ A purity cult. He did say things were quiet in Aefenglom recently, and they rewarded him with a purity cult. The briefing stated that they were non-violent, which — given the usual caliber of cults Steak has known — is something of a relief.

Still. They’re a cult, and Steak’s vigilance is up as he gestures down an alleyway and beckons the woman he’s partnered with over. Cults are still dangerous, even if they’re not, specifically, violent. There’s the glimpse of a black robe as he makes his way down the narrow street, squeezed uncomfortably between the walls of buildings, tentacles wrapped carefully around the sheathes of his swords in an attempt to stop them scraping against brick and alerting the person in front of them. ]

— the wilde / runaways;
close to saber!

[ The Wilde is bitter with cold, and Steak grimaces as the snow brushes the tips of his tentacles, and the appendages shrink back from the piles rendering the paths all but invisible. ]

Dammit.

[ This only makes their quest worse, and more worrying. Children caught out here in this weather… Even if the shades don’t find them, the chill certainly will. ]

We should pick a direction and stick with it. [ At least, that’s his best logic. The weather has already blanketed several familiar landmarks into nothing but white and wandering around with no idea what’s up or down seems foolish at best.

But all the same… Who knows where those kids are. ]

— aefenglom / challenge accepted;
closed to red wine!

[ It’s early enough that the last remnants of the sunset linger in the sky, and Steak brushes down the creases of his shirt with a frown. He looks… ridiculous, really, dressed to the nines (uncomfortable enough, and not at all practical for battle) with tentacles pouring over the waistband of his trousers, hair smoothed into something neater than usual, and a tie which sits a touch too loosely at his neck (it’s more comfortable that way).

But he made a promise, and humiliated himself anonymously on the network in order to plan this thing, and so it shall be done.

With a deep breath, he picks up the wine and tucks it into the crook of his arm, gingerly plucks the bouquet of roses from where they’ve been resting in water, and pushes his door open. Butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach, an uncomfortable sensation which has become all too familiar in recent weeks and months, and he shakes his head as though that will make them stop.

There’s no point being nervous, and yet the feeling persists, quiet and irritating, with each step he takes to Red Wine’s bedroom.

Knock knock. ]

Oi, wake up.

[ He’s… assuming. ]

— aefenglom / diplomatea bicker squad;
closed to allura!

[ The post goes about as well as he should have expected it to, and the irritation builds throughout the remainder of his shift at DiplomaTea, sneaking glances at his Watch while stuck under the sink trying to fix a loose pipe. He should have just trusted his own instincts here instead of asking everyone and their mother.

He exhales as he responds to another wholly unhelpful reply and tosses his Watch back into his apron before grabbing a wrench and resuming his work, heedless of the noise of a coworker approaching. ]

— aefenglom / doppelgangers meets cultists;
closed to mira!

[ The cultists were rounded up some days ago, but Steak still bares the faint marking of Cocky across his face, much to his own irritation (he is not! He just knows he’s a great fighter, thank you). But since he can’t do anything about that, he’s going to continue living his life as best he can.

And that includes greeting friends when he sees them on the street. ]

Mira? Hey! [ There’s a grin and a wave offered to a woman who certainly looks like Mira, anyway. It has to be Mira, right? It’s not like there’s two of the woman walking around… ]

— wildcard;

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