Aguril catchall

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and open with some closed prompts
When: Throughtout the month
Where: Mainly in Aefenglom
What: Full moon things and quests plus some investigating
Warnings: Some body horror for the full moon and some casual parital nudity, will add more if needed

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[stopfen]

[She keeps staring, small sparks of colour flashing across the completely black eyes. Looking at the glint of the blade, iron? Then she nods once it's away. ]

Hardly... [And she frowns. Giving it another buzz and she's down. The wings staying outstretched behind her...They were very different to something like a dragon or harpy. Lending themselves more to maneuverability and sudden bursts than soaring.] It's strange...being in the air after so long.

[More than six months now. She'd not been able to touch her gear for six months, let alone use it. ]

[dirtdevil]

[ she'll get it. he believes in her. he probably won't say that, but he does. if anyone can figure out how to fly, it's her. ]

I'm sure it feels a lot different not having a bunch of clunky shit attached to you.

[ ...wait. ]

You came without it?

[stopfen]

It is. The weight distribution is different and I can turn quicker...But it's more tiring. [There's a sigh, as she inhaled. There was also the issue of how much heavier she felt while moving. With the gear, it made her weigh more. But the gas and grapples meant she wasn't doing the heavy listing. She could swing without doing anything more than keeping herself balanced.

But now she had to keep moving at all times. If the wings stopped she'd drop like a stone.]

No. I have it...The Coven witches had to take me out of it because it burnt me. [Too many buckles, too much metal. And with her size changes the whole thing would need adjusting now.]

[dirtdevil]

Burnt you?

[ well, he's just going to have to add one more thing to the list of stuff he doesn't understand about this place. he'd be concerned if this hadn't taken place months ago, before he came back, but she's clearly not burned now.

so that's a plus, at least. ]

How did it burn you?

[stopfen]

The metal... I'm allergic to it here. I've been told I could get it replaced with silver but... [She shrugs. You know silver, precious metal, expensive. And now she'd grown wings making the gear mostly redundant.

The wings didn't make her frown less about it. Because she still had the gear, it was just uselessly bundled up in her closet. She couldn't even do maintenance properly on it.]

[dirtdevil]

Allergic to metal?

[ it sounds incredulous, but he believes her. what the fuck? is that some kind of bug thing? he frowns. ]

Huh. Sounds like a huge pain in the ass.

[stopfen]

It is. [And everywhere else.] I've got no way of knowing if it's a metal that will affect me unless I touch it.

[Like having to use a wooden bucket against the pixies the month before. It has not been fun, they'd kept trying to burn the wood.] Did you have your's?

[dirtdevil]

[ he blows out a sigh on her behalf. that's rough. ]

I did. Not that it's been of much use here. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I won't be sprouting actual wings anytime soon, so who knows.

[ it's a tool for a very specific purpose, but sometimes you gotta get creative. ]

[stopfen]

It'd be useful if you had to fight in the woods, but the gas... [She'd not used it here. But in the dream before she was a fae, it'd been useful for escaping the large monsters that roamed and staying out of reach. The limited gas had been an issue there.

She wasn't sure if there was a way to get around that. She'd heard of people powering those phones with magic. But looking into it was a waste when she couldn't use the gear to begin with.]

The guns would have been useful. Blades are usless for fighting here.

[The blood splatter. It carried the infection was impossible to dodge in the thick of it.]

[dirtdevil]

Yeah. That's definitely a problem. Jean said something about learning wind magic to make up for it.

[ listen to him, talking about "wind magic" like it's normal. he's not sure how long it'll take before stuff like that feels natural.

maybe never. ]

Eren told me about the anti-personnel gear. Only because I happened to see him practicing with it, probably.

[ that was weird. ]

[stopfen]

[There's a small chirp as her head tilted.] I thought he was learning healing...[Not that she'd really wanted someone with less than a month's experience trying to heal her.] What about you, are you trying anything?

[Witches had so many more options to be useful.]

He was? It was made after seeing what the Central Brigade had... [And that guy she was related to...]

[dirtdevil]

[ he shrugs. ]

He mentioned that, too. Maybe he was just feeling ambitious.

[ or maybe he wanted to impress someone? ]

Yeah. He told me that much, at least.

[stopfen]

[She snorts at that.]

Maybe. He wanted to heal my hand when he's been learning less than a month. [That makes her look at said hand, the bandage long gone. Like the marking, her mother had inked on her skin. Lost under the chitin which had grown during its last burst.] I know someone whose been here for months and only just learnt how to heal a cut...

[Needless to say, she'd not been willing to let someone with less healing experience try.]

...I don't like the changes. [Some of them didn't seem like much at first. Like the blades being shorter, less suited for cutting titans, more suited for...But her wings give another flicker, sending her a few small centimeters up. Then she fell again. Catching herself easily. Chirping as the urge to run started building up again.]

[dirtdevil]

Seems like something that'd do more harm than good if you fuck it up.

[ and yet, it is kind of tempting. being able to make minor injuries go away would be pretty convenient. he'll put it on the to-do list.

he watches as she flutters up and then back down. it's... weird to see, honestly. he's not sure how long it'll take to grow used to seeing people he knew as humans as something other than human. ]

I'm assuming they're painful.

[stopfen]

That's why I did it myself. [There's a snort. As much as she wanted to learn healing magic, to know how to heal instead of hurt. It was the kind of thing that needed experience. Even if she'd worked part-time a clinic, a took a few lessons in making remedies. Not enough to really help out, but she trusted it more than Jean's few weeks of practice.]

They were. [The weird pressure on her back. That had been a relief when the wings finally came out. Though, they were still a bit damp.] Now it just feels werid. [All her life, she'd had four limbs. Now, she had six. What is this? How do they work and move?]