Aguril catchall

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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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Full moon

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Quests

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Hazzard at the Harbour - cw - child labour things? Because both AoT and the victorian era are baaaad
Closed to Sougo - Earlier in the month
[Once the heat of the pixies arrival had died down and things had patched up, Sougo would find a message on his watch. It was a pretty simple(read: short message). Just one that said she was planning on heading to the waterfront, when, whereabouts she'd be, if he wanted to meet her or not?

For now, she'd be waiting in a small cafe in the shopping district. Right on the border between it and the harbour district. Having a rare treat. Munching some kind of bread with bits of chocolate in. Either he'd show up, or message her to say no and she'd go off exploring on her own.

Regardless she had gotten something tasty out of the day.]

A. It begins...
[Mikasa initially hadn't thought much of the children workers. It made sense. Everyone had to eat, so everyone should help if they could. But she was someone from a place where that was normal. To the point, she didn't even think anything strange of it or had any restraint from mentioning it her own past.

When her parents had been alive, she'd helped on the farm. Gotten water from the well. Then after with the Jaegers, she'd done less only helping with the housework. Then two years of labour after the wall fell, joining cadets...That had been her life.

But then she sees some of the grim faces, hears some tales.

That's when she comes to the conclusion that while she had worked as a child. She'd not enjoyed it, she had when she was little helping in the house but that hadn't felt like work. Then it had become something she needed to do or she'd have died for not pulling her weight. This place was softer than home. These children deserved to be playing instead.

So she played. Maybe it was an awkward game of tag where she walked while the children ran, got to keep it fair. Anyone she recognised as a Mirrorbound was getting a wave. Come join in! The children couldn't be scolded if the adults were encouraging it right? ]

b. pick on someone your own size
[It was a matter of time really. Until someone important came out. In this case a human man, much larger than the children, larger than the fae even. Wearing fine clothes compared to their torn and dirty ones. Yelling so loud that the children flinch and pale-

Oh...

Mikasa just decked him from the air and knocked him to the cobbles...

...That sure is an awkward silence as that registers.]

c. Factory fun
[Fae were...beings of chaos. At the root of it and while Mikasa didn't know much about machines, most of her knowledge was from mandatory gear maintenance. You didn't need to know something to damage it. Especially not when all the children had stayed out. Refusing to work.

Maybe the new mirror bound was a helper, or someone asked to deal with the fae running rampant in the rafters, loudly running along suspended metal walkways that were built to handle the weight of someone much lighter than her. It was inevitable really, that someone throwing their weight around up there would eventually bring a part of it down. The bolts holding the flooring on the beams just give way, the panel of floor sliding off.

It was fortunate that the fae had wings. Her flight was awkward, but she's able to hold herself aloft for a moment. Buzz on other to another section and keep moving on her destructive path.]

d.put that back - end of the month
[By this point the factory owner might have relented. Or given up...

Not that it mattered at this exact moment of time. The workday for the children was over, time to head back to the orphanage...Except for two of them. The fae wasn't flying anywhere because there was one child riding piggyback on her folded down wings, arms wrapped around her neck. Another happily being carried along. Did they even realise that they were being taken to the wrong place?

Fae...]

lunasa stuff!

[guesser]

[ the red string of fate. ah, he's seen this trope so many times, anime loves it. so when a thin scarlet thread appears around tendou's clawed pinky, it is time. time, that is, to endulge in the city's festivities and follow where fate will lead him.

even if he was right in the middle of a confectioner's groceries and up to his neck in brown paper bags and sweet, sweet additions. ]